IRIS | MARK SLOAN

disease of mine (1.)

"Louise is my middle name, did you know that?" I asked the handsome stranger laying next to me, the early morning sunlight grazing his chiselled jaw.

"I didn't know that Miss Eleanor Louise, I still don't know your last name either." He smiled back, kissing my head. He'd made this joke everytime we'd woke together for the last six months. It was exactly what happened when we woke up together the first time.

"Grey. Eleanor Grey, Mr Sloan." I played along.

"Alright then, Miss Grey. Round two?"

I clambered my head over his shoulder and stared at the clock, begging time to slow down. My interns didn't show up till 9, and technically I didn't have to be there until 8. It was only 6am, so we were clear for another round. I nodded as I brushed my hair out of my face and he gracefully pulled me on top of him. Sex with me was like a appendectomy, quick, easy, and a once in a lifetime thing. We call it Meckel's diverticulum, the extremely rare appearance of two whole appendix in a person. Maybe Mark Sloan was my disease, he was my Meckel's diverticulum, because for a long while, this was the only time love had extended beyond a one night stand. I had lost all hope to be loved one fateful day when I was 17, and never changed my mind about love. I despised the idea of love.

Until he had come along.

Once we had satisfied each other, I pulled my shirt over my head and slipped my scrub pants on. He threw my jacket and my keys at me and I prepared to slide down the window pole like I normally did, but this time he opened the door of his bedroom and led me downstairs. I kissed him again against the wall and headed down the carpeted stairs. We both saw it at the saw time, shock horror on our faces.

Derek Shepherd, Mark's roommate and close enough to mine considering how long we've been hooking up for, butt naked on the persian rug. I think I lost my heart when I stopped to ponder the blonde on the couch next to him. None other than my freakin' sister, Meredith Grey.

I grabbed a cushion from the floor and placed it over Derek's bare ass, and shook my baby sister awake. She wasn't so little anymore, but I was horrified to see her with a man she had probably just met. My roommate especially.

"Meredith Erica Grey, get your ass up right now before I drag you out of here naked." I barked at her, properly waking her up. She shot up quickly after that. That's what 4 years of drill sergeant did to you.

It made you scary.

"El, what are you doing here? Am I dreaming?" She asked confused, rubbing her eyes and sitting up.

"No princess, definitely not dreaming." I replied, passing her back her shirt and pants from the floor. I felt so embarrassed for her. She grabbed her bag and I noticed a stethoscope fall out of it. I picked it up and slipped it back into her handbag.

"Why do you have a stethoscope?" Mark asked, he'd come back into the room with two cups of coffee for him and I, and a glass of water for Mer. Derek was still bare assed on the living room floor. Mark gave him a little kick. He still didn't wake up.

"I'm an intern, at Seattle Grace." She answered, smoothing down her hair in the mirror. I spat my water out, and halfway across the room.

Mark and I stared at each other.

"What's wrong? Did I offend you or something?" Mer asked, stopping in her tracks and switching her gaze between us. There was an awkward silence.