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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Mark sits at the bar, leant against the wall in the far corner, his facial expression blank but his mind racing at a hundred miles an hour. He doesn't look up from the chip in the bar that he's been scrutinising even as someone sighs heavily beside him and sits opposite. "This is your response?" Derek asks.
"I'm thinking." Mark says, sipping his beer.
"You've been thinking for 2 days." Derek rubs his head.
Mark finally glances over. "You don't get to judge me right now." He warns. "You do not know what this feels like."
Derek shrugs small. "I don't. But I know how it feels to find out one of my dearest friends is in a mental hospital while my oldest friend mourns the relationship they had." He shrugs small again. "Dude, come on. This is what you wanted, isn't it? You wanted Bonnie."
"Wanted. Past tense." Mark sighs and leans his elbows on the bar as he rubs his tired face. "Want. Wanted. I don't know! I'm just..."
"Confused." Derek nods small. "No one blames you... we did all expect you to jump on the first plane you could to to see her." He admits.
"Why would I?"
"Either to yell at her or forgive her. Maybe both." Derek watches him. "Mark, I've never seen you this way in our decades of friendship. If this was me with Addison, you'd have been on my ass. I'm trying to be on yours but I really can't read you. I've never seen you like this." He repeats. He hasn't. And he doesn't know what to do.
"I've never been in love Derek." He finishes his beer and waves at Joe who brings another over while pretending to not have heard.
"Love. That's a strong powerful word, dude. That's got to mean something." Derek shakes his head.
"I thought it did!" Mark scoffs and shakes his head angrily. "Yknow I blame myself. I could have should have seen she wasn't well. That it was all too good to be true. BPD, its all to do with relationships. They can't love-"
"My Walter has BPD and I assure you, the man knows the meaning of love." Joe interjects, leaning on the bar. "He doesn't always show it, sure, but he truly feels it, that I know. And I promise you, Bonnie Teller is and always has been head over herls for you."
"How do we know? She had us all fooled." Mark shrugs.
"If Bonnie has been in treatment and therapy, she's dealt with and sorted through a lot of things. One of those things would be you." Derek begins.
"And if she's still lingering on you?" Joe continues. "That's gotta mean something, man."
Mark is suddenly out of his seat and rushing out. Derek sighs and looks at Joe. "I think that's his answer." He shakes his head.
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"Okay okay, Jesus!" Katy grumbles as she grudges downstairs. She opens the front door, the banging stopping. "Holy fu-"
