From the Heart

- C H A P T E R 5 -

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" A familiar voice asked her. It was familiar in a way that she recognized that she had heard it before, but did not know who it was without seeing a face.

The moment she looked up she knew who it was and also immediately had an answer prepared. "Did you just call me satan?"

"What no?" The man, known as her resident, sounded quite confused, which was a good thing. This would leave him in the dark for a while.

Abigail stood up and left him standing next to the stool where she had been sitting. She was planning on leaving the bar but before she could someone else had noticed her presence. "Abigail." The dark haired resident she had scrubbed in with last week waved her over. She wasn't alone. Cristina sat in one of the booths in the back of the bar, accompanied by Meredith Grey and Izzie Stevens. "Come on, sit down."

She was shocked at the fact that these women wanted her to join them. Even though Abigail had never met Meredith, she knew a lot about her. Derek had told her many things. His favorite things about her, his least favorite and everything in between. Especially in the times that weren't as smooth sailing, he had called her every day. The other woman, Isobel Stevens, she had met once during rounds when their residents worked together. She seemed nice, but a little too spiritual for her liking.

"Are you sure? I mean, I wouldn't want to be a burden."

"Oh, you're not. Just sit down." And so she did. Abigail sat down with the three second year residents. All of which had their gazes focused on an interaction between two other people.

She looked at the table the other six eyes were watching and found Derek sitting there talking to a resident. Abigail had worked with the resident before, she had been her mentor's mentor and she couldn't stand the both of them. They were the Heal-With-Love couple. She remembered her name being Sydney Heron.

"Why are we looking at Derek and that moron?"
The three turned their gazes towards her, while she was still focussed on the table on the other side of the bar.

"They're on a date. It's definitely a date," Meredith said, almost sounding disappointed.

"No way, right?" Abigail couldn't believe her eyes and ears. "He wouldn't be so stupid to go on a date with the anti-nazi."

Once again the three on the table looked surprisingly at the young intern. They had no idea how she knew all about him and the woman.

Abigail now shifted her attention to her peers who were all gaping at her. "What?"

"What do you know, that we don't?" Izzie asked her.

"I don't know what you know, but what I know is that Derek can't stand women like her. She is way too perky and cheerful for him. He prefers someone more complex and complicated. He doesn't want a beer bong, he wants a single malt scotch."

"How'd you know that?"

"Because I know him better than anyone. He tells me everything about anything. So, I know who he is. What he likes and dislikes. Who he likes and dislikes. Things he's looking for and things he's trying to avoid. And let me tell you, he is gonna text me soon and ask me to save him from his disastrous date." Abigail spoke with full certainty about her brother. She even knew him better than she knew Mark.

The three women were really confused on how a new intern was so close with the attending. A girl they had never heard of before. But also a girl they hadn't heard the last name of, so had no idea that they were talking to Mark Sloan's little sister.

Right at the moment Cristina wanted to ask her a follow up question, her phone rang. "Speaking of the Devil." They hadn't noticed Sydney had gone to the toilet and Derek was now sitting alone at the table, texting her.

"What does it say?" Izzie asked.

Abigail read the text out loud, but it wasn't something they would understand. "BNS."

"What?" The three said in common.

"It means Brother Needs Sister."

"Wait, Derek is your brother?" This time Meredith asked her a question. She knew it would be most confusing for her, because she had dated Derek for almost a year and she had no idea who Abigail was.

"Kinda. I mean he raised me as his sister, but he and I are not siblings-by-blood."

"Why did he raise you?"

"Because my parents couldn't."

"Just like Mark Sloan's parents. The Shepherds must have been busy raising all those kids."

"Exactly like Mark." She was surprised that they still hadn't figured out that she was Mark's little sister. Apparently they weren't as intelligent as she thought they would be. "But now I have to go save my brother."

Abigail stood up and walked over to the table Derek and Sydney were sitting at. She felt the stares of the girls she had left behind poking in her back. They wanted to know how she was going to get him out of the date. She had a plan and he wasn't going to expect it.

She heard three girls behind her placing bets. Cristina predicted that Sydney would run off in seconds, Izzie thought she would stay and eventually Meredith agreed with Cristina.

The two noticed her presence as she approached them. Abigail took one deep breath before she began her act. "I can't believe you did this. I- I- I-" She started shaking uncontrollably and a single tear rolled down her cheek.

Fake crying was something Nancy had taught her knowing that it could come in handy when trying to get out of certain situations.

"Abigail, what's wrong?" Derek played along.

Sydney looked confused and that was what she was going for. Now it was time to strike. "I can't believe you gave me syphilis." She grabbed the resident's Margarita and threw it into his face. Then she ran off.

Not only Sydney was stunned, but Derek was too. When Abigail returned a couple of minutes later with a towel, he was sitting alone at the table.

"Did it work?" She asked him as she handed him the cloth.

He took it with a glare and a grunt. "Yes."

"Well, congratulations and you're welcome."