Mark Sloan;
Womaniser. Manwhore. Heartless.
Bonnie Teller;
Screws like a whore. Sarcastic. Heartless.
Both have no idea what life has in store for them when they end up as Derek's best friends. What if they become more?
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Bonnie waits in the ambulance bay for the incoming MVC, shaking her hands for a bit of warmth. She looks over as a brunette intern comes out, bouncing with excitement. "Hi." She smiles.
"Hello."
"I'm Lexie. Lexie Grey." She smiles.
Bonnie keeps her smile polite but inside she laughs. Ha oh poor you being related to her. "I'm Nurse Teller. I won't bother you with my name, most doctors don't bother."
"Really? Damn that's rude." Lexie frowns. "I won't but oh well. Hey, um... Do you know which one is Meredith Grey?"
"Oh um yeah. Everyone knows her." She nods.
"So you know who I am? Has she mentioned me?" Lexie's eyes fill with excitement.
"No she hasn't. But there aren't many people with the name Grey, it isn't hard to guess."
"What's she like? I...I mean, is she nice? 'Cause...cause my dad, he won't...he won't tell me. Is she...she..." Lexie loses momentum with nerves.
Bonnie slowly shakes her head and takes a deep breath as the first Ambo appears. "Listen, kid... dont go there. She'll ruin you, she will hurt you, and you're too good for someone like her. Don't be fooled by her doe eyes and fake personality." She says, rushing over to help Bailey with the patient.
Lexie is stunned for a moment; well, that was... honest. She knew Meredith's mother has a reputation but not Meredith herself. She leaps into action as she tries to push her thoughts aside.
"Nancy Walters, 34 years old, 35 weeks pregnant. Complete upper arm amputation. Pressure dressings applied. Two large bore IVs started." The medic says as he hands over the file.
"Bonnie, page Sloan and OB." Bailey orders the nurse.
Bonnie reluctantly does so, nervous to be stuck with Mark. Things didn't... go so well after their dinner. They've been avoiding each other for the last 48 hours. She begins taking bloods and setting up fluids as she listens to Meredith talk to George.
"That girl out there, the dopey, wide-eyed one? Apparently we're related." Meredith glances out of the trauma room.
"Oh, you...you met Lexie?" George says glancing too.
"Oh, you knew about it and didn't tell me, huh?" Meredith accuses him.
Bonnie rolls her eyes and cleans up a little; poor guys repeating his intern year, give him a break. She's about to leave when she bumps into someone trying to enter. "Oh... my bad, sorry." She mutters when she sees its Mark.
He moves himself as far to the side as he can, not saying a word. Bonnie sighs and steps out. "You're going to have to talk to me eventually." Bonnie snaps.
"No I won't." He simply says as he grabs the patient file. "Ms Walters - Nancy. I'm Doctor Sloan." He begins to talk as he shuts the door, shutting Bonnie out - isn't that ironic?
