LIFELINE, Mark Sloan

𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 (𝟲,𝟭𝟰 𝗩𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗲)

Grace was heartbroken. She knew Mark had kissed her mom. And she was hurt. She hadn't talked to her mom since. She couldn't.

Grace knew how she had broken up with Mark. So she wasn't mad he moved on. She was hurting about the fact it was her own mom. She didn't know how to feel. Grace knew that her mom and Mark had something in the past.

She looked up as Chloe walked in. She smiled. "Hey. I heard what happened. Are you okay?" Chloe asked.

Grace nodded. "I'm fine. I knew it would happen. They have chemistry. So obvious that something would happen. I can't be mad. I dumped him remember," she said.

"Still. It can't be easy."

"I'll get over it. I always do."

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"Think I'm going to colour my hair. Wanna help?"

"Yes. I'm in need of someone to sabotage. But you'll look hot," Chloe said as she pulled Grace into the bathroom. She smiled. "You're doing this for you? And not for Mark?"

"Yes. I'm doing this for me Chlo. You don't need to worry," Grace told her as she smiled. "I love Mark. And I want to be with him. But we're done."

Chloe smiled. It was so obvious to her that Grace was missing Mark.

And she knew she was changing her hair to distract her from the whole situation. It was something she would do if she was in the same position.

"You sure you're wanting to do this? I'll do it for you. But just are you sure?" Chloe asked.

Grace nodded and smiled. "I'm sure. I fancied a change. So let's get down to it," she said as she handed her the box.

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Mark walked over to Callie. "Hey, Torres. Do you know anything about putting together cribs?" He asked.

Callie frowned. "You bought a crib?"

Mark shrugged and smiled. "Well, Sloan's coming home tonight, and I got it put together, but it wobbles. And it can't wobble. Now will you take a look at it?" He asked as he looked to her.

Callie laughed. "You're like a sweet, nerdy dad now. I don't even recognize you," she said.

"Well," Mark said. It was then that he saw a brunette at the nurses station. "Who's the brunette?"

Callie shrugged. "I don't know."

Mark nodded. "I may be a dad, but I am a single dad. Excuse me," he said as he walked over to her.

"Okay. Now... now I recognize you."

Mark approached the blonde girl. "It must, uh, suck to work on Valentine's day. I don't believe we've met," he said.

Grace frowned as she turned to look at Mark. "Aah! What'd you do to your hair?!" He asked.

Grace rolled her eyes. "I changed it. I ... I colored it. I just ... Wait. You thought I was someone else. You didn't know it was me and you were hitting on me?"

Mark shook his head. "No, no. I pretty much thought you were, you know, just some brunette," he said.

"You are hypocritical. And slutty."

"and you're not a brunette. You're a blonde. And you're not fun," Mark said.

Anna turned to him. "You weren't saying that when I used to suck your tiny little Sloan."

"Not tiny!"

"Bite me."

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