Greys Anatomy Imagines (COMPLETED)

The Power - Mark Sloan

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Summary; Reader gets asked out on a date by Mark. And they discover a power that they have over Mark.

Warnings; Swearing

Word Count; 1,674
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Leaning against the nurse's desk, your face is buried in the tablet. Trying to find out who else you should check up on tonight before leaving in an hour or two. You'd been through most of your patients, but today was an overload due to an accident happening earlier in the day.

However, it was small and it cleared up pretty quickly. All you were dealing with now, was small after effects of the situation. Which is easy to handle, you're a so-called professional at this.

You'd managed to see the most important patients today, the ones that were in critical yesterday. But there are also others that are concerned about upcoming surgeries on them, or they just want to talk. Nothing wrong with that, but you really, really don't have the time.

So, instead, you're going to brush them off—even if it isn't professional—and continue your runs. Tomorrow, you'll just tell them that a lot went on and you couldn't get everyone.

Hopefully, you'll also be in a much better mood. Not that you're not in one right now, but after listening to a shit ton of people give you directions even though you don't need them, is a little infuriating. You're the surgeon, you've been practicing for a while now, so the nurses and the frickin' interns, need to tone it down a little before you send their asses back to their place.

Once again, you're in a semi-good mood.

"Hey, has anyone paged me with an emergency?" You ask, turning to your favorite nurse, tearing your eyes away from the tablet for a moment.

He sends you a quick glance, then turns to his phone, and even you see plainly that there are no messages, sometimes they go through him first and he has to forward it, as ridiculous as it is.

"Nope," He smirks at you, knowing what you're going to have to end up doing, "Guess you're going to go talk to the old lady on floor three." 

"Oh whatever," You roll your eyes, Miss Anderson isn't that bad, he's just making it out worse than it is.

She's just an older lady that needs someone to talk to. And if you're being honest, listening to the stories she has to tell, is quite interesting. Hell, you'd even admit it to him is he asked.

"(Y/n)." You hear suddenly, which makes you turn to see who it is.

There stands Mark Sloan, smirking confidently—which he always is, but when he does there's always a catch—and looking you up and down slightly.

If you're being honest, on any other day he'd do that, you'd be completely fine, but right now it's a bit irritating. Only because it always seems like he's trying to get laid, especially in the hospital.

Speaking of which, there are no more safe spots in the hospital, they've all been exploited by one of these three; Mark Sloan, Alex Karev or Jackson Avery.

At least the sheets in the on-call rooms get cleaned regularly because it's a hospital. Whoever cleans them though, you feel bad for them. There has to be a time or two they stuck their hand into something sticky.

"Yes?" You ask, turning your body fully towards him, but still leaning on the counter.

Mark eyes the nurse behind you—his name being Michael—before looking back at you, "Are you free tonight?"