¹ 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹𝘀, 𝐝.𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐝

xiii. loyalty

xiii. loyalty
2.04

With a cup of coffee in hand, Atlas moved into the open elevator only to be spotted by Derek, who took a chance and got into the elevator quickly.

"No patients? No rounds?" Derek starts.

"Avoiding the interns." Atlas says, not bothering to explain anything else.

"Atlas..."

"You've got a wife." Atlas cuts the man with perfect hair off. (not that Atlas didn't have perfect hair, because his hair was magnificent, but Derek would always been known for his neurosurgeon career and hair.

"Yes." Derek answers.

"Gosh. Your life is complicated. Not that mine isn't either because we both know I slept with a married man." Atlas groans with annoyance, oh how he was done with this bullshit.

"Yes." Derek answers once again with the same three letters.

Atlas looks over to Derek before he starts to fiddle with his hands. "Us two—that's too much complicated."

"Yes."

"Is yes your favourite word now?" Atlas snaps.

Smiling Derek looks to his now ex-boyfriend. "I'm trying not to make any sudden movements."

"Oh, I'm not a fucking deer. I'm not gonna run away if you jump." Atlas snarks back at Dereks comment.

"Addison's leaving. She doesn't have any more patients in this hospital. There's no reason for her to be here." Atlas let's out a small breath as Derek speaks.

"No reason?"

"None whatsoever."

Derek moves in and goes to stroke Atlas's cheek when Addison appears suddenly. "Well now, isn't this cozy? Can I join in or are you not into threesomes?" She sarcastically asks.

"Do you have a penis? No, than no." Atlas smirks in triumph as he watched Addisons face pale lightly.

"Atlas... You really are Satan. You realize that right? If Satan were to take physical form, he'd be you. Everywhere, all the time." Derek says rudely to Addison before walking off.

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When Atlas opens Christina's hospital room door he's meet with her making notes in her chart. Atlas looks in and sees no one else is in there, so he walks in—he didn't want people to think she was his favourite. He stanches the chart from Christina's hands, listening to her let out a sigh.

"That's my chart." Christina breaks the awkward silence, reaching out with her arms as she tried to get the chart back.

"You're the patient, C. How are you doing?" Atlas asks quietly.

"Well, you have my chart, you tell me."

"How are you doing?" Atlas asks one again. He doesn't wanna pressure the intern into telling him anything, but he felt like he needed to know if she was okay.

"I'm fine. Perfectly ok."

"That's good."

"You knew. That psychic from psych was right about me being pregnant." Christina looks up from her lap.

"Oh, that's. I'm sorry." Atlas awkwardly says, not knowing how to reply to that.

"Oh, look. It's my mother." Christina's mother Helen walks out of the hospital bathroom. She walks up to Atlas and sticks her hand out. "Hello Doctor. Lee-Sunny. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Yang." Atlas shakes the interns mother's hand.

"Actually it's Rubenstein. Dr. Saul Rubenstein of Beverley Hills?" Atlas nods in understanding, even though he has no idea who that is. "The oral surgeon? I'm remarried. Been remarried since Cristina was, what? About 3?"

"Mom, that's too, too much information, he has other things to do." Christina scolds her mother about the information she's giving out.

"You're good-looking. He's good-looking. Why don't you ever bring home a man as good-looking as him?" Helen smiled at the older man who's now standing there trying not to laugh.

"Stop." Christina says quietly.

"What?" Helen laughs.

"Stop talking."

"Cristina!" Helen turns to Atlas, "Forgive her. I don't know what I ever did to raise such an unpleasant girl."

"Oh no, she's not unpleasant at all—." Atlas says only for Christina to cut him off.

"Oh, me? I'm unpleasant?" The intern snaps loudly.

Atlas pager beeps, "Excuse me. I'll see you later, C." He leaves the room quickly.

"Do you know who that was? That was... that was my boss!" Atlas laughs quietly as he walks away.

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Oliver and Meredith Grey were not a couple. They were just friends maybe even more who occasionally kissed in the elevator, had late night adventures in the Grey home. (which always ended with Oliver sneaking out the next morning)

But one thing they were to each other: was loyal. Oliver didn't flirt, kiss, make out, have sex with anyone else. And neither did Meredith. The two were practically dating, they were all lovely dovey anyways.

But it seemed the world had other plans for them.

"You knew?!" Oliver shrieked from where he was standing outside the Grey home. His original plan was to go over, hangout with his friends and Meredith, and then maybe gradually move with Meredith to her bedroom.

"I was going to tell you!" Meredith yelled back at Oliver.

"But you didn't! How long were you gonna let it slide that you knew Derek was married?!" Oliver was mad. He wasn't happy at all, mainly because this fight was concerning his older brother who was practically his role model.

"I planned to tell you! I didn't think wife would have shown up right after I found out!" Meredith stopped forward and pushed Oliver chest lightly, she was crying, and Oliver would have brought her into his arms and held her, but he couldn't forgive the fact that she had know and didn't say anything.

"Stop, stop." Oliver gently coaxed as he held the also angry young adults fists.

Meredith backed away and wiped her tears that had fallen.

"I understand where your coming from, you were trying to find out when to tell me, how to tell me, or even tell anyone. But you still knew at the end of the day, and I need time to forgive you." Oliver gave Meredith a small hug before kissing her cheek.

Then Oliver left, not leaving any room for an argument. He didn't look back. He didn't catch the prying eyes of the interns that were gathered inside the Grey home.