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meredithfreakinggrey:

“You’re really annoying - you know that? And
the door was open because I thought no one 
was here, clearly I was wrong.”

_{“That’s not usually what a girl says
to me while she’s fully NAKED in a tub.”} 

shexshepherd:

“I’m very grateful I don’t know how that feels,” she tells her ex as she stands by the door of the exam room. The last time she saw Mark, he was tangled up in another woman’s arms. And the next day, the redhead was on a plane to Seattle. “What are you doing here, Mark?”

_{“I came here for you. To bring you back home. Come home
with me Addison, your marriage with Derek is over. You and
I both know it.” Words were said with full honestly not a gentle
bone used in the process as he held the icepack to his eye.}

pxsthumus:

“Hey uncle Mark.” Her first day was the best and hardest of her life. Ellis had grown up in the halls of Seattle Grace-Mercy West and had walked those tile floors more than any in the world. But now that she had on the baby blue scrubs and blood on her hands, it turned into a whole new world. Looking up from the sofa in the interns lounge, a smile appeared on her face at the view of her uncle Mark took over her vision. “It’s going good. Rough, but good. Being on this side of the glass, it is like this place is a whole uncharted world.”

_{“Anyone gives you trouble   you let me know, okay?” Mark had always been somewhat protective of the Shepherd children, just like he had done with Amelia when Derek wasn’t around to do so. Sinking into the couch, sitting beside her he held out a small box. In the box was a journal that logged every single day of Derek’s internship from the first day all the way up to his last. “I found it, and I had to resist the urge to give it to Bailey or give it to you sooner. But I knew this would be the right time. He’s got some notes in there which aren’t going to be much help considering medical procedures have changed so drastically, but it’s his personal notes that are going to help you get through these next years.”} 

doctortinkerbell:

“If you must know,  we’re just friends. 
  But it’s gonna take  way more than 
  your perfect plastics smile to get me
  to go drinking with you.”

_{“See that just friends thing? Never works
…. perfect? I thought I was supposed to
be the one giving} you _{compliments, not
the other way around.“}

@akepnermd liked for a starter.

_{“I can’t LOOSE Jackson. He’s a plastics prodigy,
the best I’ve seen so far, so don’t go stealing too
much of his time.”} 

@draddisonfmontgomery liked for a starter.

_{“I heard you had a kid, Henry, right? My ONLY 
question is…how about name the next one Mark?”} 

isobelstvens:

_{This wasn’t where she wanted to be; this wasn’t the situation that she
wanted to be in. She and Mark Sloan weren’t friends; she didn’t want
to be hugging him, clinging onto him as tightly as she could, praying
that everything would somehow be okay…and yet, there Izzie was,
unable to let him go, as her shaking form held tightly onto the man 
before her. For once, they were both in the same boat; they’d both
lost a best friend, and they needed each other, even if only for a brief
moment. He wasn’t making things awkward or difficult for her; it was
clear that he was just as upset as she was, and for the time being, she
needed him there to hold her. She needed someone, now that George
was} gone_.

_{“She wasn’t in the car with them,” The blonde said softly; her voice
seemed to shake more and more with each syllable, and she couldn’t
bring herself to elaborate, or say anything further. It was (hopefully)
clear what she meant: their daughter hadn’t been present, it had just
been the two of them. So, what happened now? Even as she spoke,
even as she thought hard, Izzie couldn’t tear herself away from his
embrace, needing that human contact more than ever before. “I don’t
know what we can do, but we…we have to do something.”}

_{Mark could feel the force of the hug, grasping on like if he were to
let go he would fall into a never ending whole. For a moment that’s
what it felt like, that the w o r l d around him was unreal, because
that was the only solution unable to believe life was this C R U E L.
Not wanting to accept the fact he would never get to say goodbye
to his best friend someone he shared even the darkest and softest
things with. Someone who picked him up when he had hit rock bottom,
only to slap some sense into him. She was gone. And a part of him
seemed to L E A V E with her. Finally he felt her pull back from the
embrace and for just a second he found it difficult to let go of her,
despite their past run ins. For once they weren’t bickering for once they
were coming together but in the worst of circumstances. But right now
she needed him and he needed her because Callie was} gone.

_{“Thank god,” A breath of relief pierced his lips, Mark had grown
to love the kid. Seeing Callie in her every single moment, and he
always loved using the kid as bait to meet women and have them
swoon over him. Almost laughing at the memory before reminding
himself that Callie was dead at the memory was now marked with
treachery. “Where is she?” Of course the baby couldn’t even walk
let alone be aware of the situation going on, but Mark couldn’t help
but worry. Because knowing that he felt this alone he could only
imagine how their child felt. And the thought of the daughter never
knowing her parents, never knowing her mother Callie truly pained
Mark behind belief.}

                   Iт’ѕ нαrd тo ғorɢeт ѕoмeoɴe wнo ɢαve yoυ ѕo мυcн тo яeмeмвeя

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