She was into neonatal and fetal. He was into plastics.
She was quiet. He was loud.
She was sweet. He was arrogant.
And yet he was attracted to her not only in the way she loved what she did but how she handled everything with such grace that it...
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When faced with the decision of quitting or making a come back it's in most people's nature to quit. To retreat into the life that they knew once before because they are scared of the unknown. It's just like in chemistry we learn about chemical reactions. A chemical reaction is a process in which one or more substances, also called reactants, are converted to one or more different substances also known as products.
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"Is that your phone or mine?" Alison woke up to the deep morning voice of the New Yorker as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
During her shift the other day she had ended things between she and Anthony. They just weren't working out for the couple at the end of the day and she was tired of it. They ended on good terms and wished each other well, promising to still be friends if the other ever needed anything.
"Oh, it's mine," the blonde told Mark as he sat up further in bed.
"Is it your ex?"
"No," she shook her head. "It's Derek. Apparently he ended things with Meredith," she told him as she brought the sheet up to not expose her bare chest.
"So what's the deal with them anyway? I mean I witnessed his relationship and marriage to Addison and he's never fought for her the way he did with Meredith."
"Everyone but Derek knows that he loves her but I can tell he's afraid of getting hurt again," she tells the New Yorker and then realizes what she said. "Sorry."
"It's alright," he brought a hand up to her cheek as he caresses it with his thumb.
Alison could tell that Mark was wanting to be a better man and a better friend. After their talk at Joe's the night before - it made her see him in a new light. That maybe she let Derek's thoughts consume her too much until they were her own without really knowing the situation.
"How much time do we have?" He asked as he furrowed his eyebrows.
"Well, all of the residents don't have to be in until later for the M&M conference. . ."
He pinned her underneath him as she let out a squeal and wrapped her arms around his neck as she let out a laugh.
"Think we have time for another round?" He grinned mischievously.
Instead of speaking, she captured hips lips with her own.
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"Callie," Alison and the Latina doctor heard her name being called by the intern. "Wait up."
"I'll save you a seat," Alison smiled at the Latina and went in.
She spotted Mark as he had turned around just as she was walking into the auditorium room, giving her a small smile as his blue eyes sparkled. Not wanting to draw attention to what happened last night, she grabbed a seat rows behind him and made sure to save one for Callie as Clair saved a seat next to her for Alison.
