Eccedentesiast [s.r.]

𝙲𝚑. 𝟾 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚣𝚎

that night that you spent with spencer was one of the best you've had in a life time. the night was filled with laughter and sharing some pretty embarrassing stories. but to spencer, that wasn't enough.

he wanted to take you out on a date.

well at least an official one.

you were excited to say the least.

but it was a few weeks away.

you were in the pit going through a chart when a skinny almost familiar looking blonde walked up to you.

"um- i'm looking for doctor mark sloan?" she asked.

"uh .. you see the dude who was burned trying to deep fry a turkey? sloan's the guy making him scream like a girl." you explain before walking over to callie and alex.

being the nosy person you were you decided to listen in on their conversation.

"dr. sloan?"

"yeah?" he said, taken aback looking at the blonde.

"um, so this is a little weird, but, um .. my name is sloan reilly. and, uh, my mom's samantha reilly. and, um .. i'm pretty sure you're my dad." she nervously rushed out the last sentence.

"oh shit!-" you laughed out before getting smacked in the arm by callie.

mark's face was priceless as lexie walked up.

oh god- lexie!
☤

thanksgiving day

"this is the best thanks giving ever. no obnoxious relatives, no stupid traditions, no going around the table and saying what you're grateful for." cristina noted.

"yeah, i think we should so the opposite. talk about what we're not grateful for." alex grumbles.

"the merger."

"the mercy westers."

"they're like the plague. i mean, stealing all our surgeries, eating all that pie in the nurses station." you list off.

"you're doing that wrong." meredith speaks up to alex.

"i am not." alex argues.

"you are can i show you?" meredith asks putting her food down to help alex.

"private lessons with the chief." you scoff.

"man, those daddy issues are working for you." cristina says.

"i don't have daddy issues, he's teaching me." mer states.

"come on mer, we all know that's not true." you laughed, stuffing your mouth with the food you've hated since your intern year.

"you're his bitch." alex grins.

"well, in that case your teddy's bitch." mer claps back.

"maybe that's my problem. i'm nobody's bitch." alex sighed.

you and cristina share a look before she says "oh, well, you were izzie's bitch."

"you're the bitch." alex argues.

"you know what? it's thanksgiving cn we just have no name calling?" mer asks.

"yeah. please." cristina mocks sarcastically.

"whatever. just show me that stitch again." alex asks mer in defeat.

☤

christmas day

meredith and derek were hosting a christmas dinner party and seeing as you got off in time you decided to go.

and the night was going well.

until bailey's father decided to go all-

"you shouldn't talk about bowels at the dinner table."

then something snapped in bailey making her give a speech proving her and her child's happiness to dick watt of a father.

and you were proud of her for that.

when you were getting passed the stuffing, you got a whiff of the smell and didn't feel good so you excused yourself from the table.

after containing yourself you decided to stay away from the stuffing.

aside from william bailey's annoying ass, christmas dinner at mer's was a night to remember.

☤

new years eve

the clock across from your bed hung on the wall, long hand clicking to the 40 as you silently countend.

"10"

"9"

"8"

"7"

"6"

"5"

"4"

"3"

"2"

"1"

"happy new years." you whispered to yourself.

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