AN: Might make this a chapter fic. Please leave input and R&R
Of course the stick was blue.
Just because it was sunnier in LA, and she was far, far away from the man that she was trying to escape didn't mean that it was working.
Thirty five days ago, in a moment of weakness she had used Mark as a booty call. She had needed him, and there he was, just like always. Then she had panicked, knowing full well that Mark Sloan could very well break her heart, and she couldn't handle that. So she put the sixty days in place, then further protected herself by pushing him away-- telling Callie that she didn't want him, knowing full well that Ava could hear her. Screwing Karev when she knew it was likely he would find out.
She hadn't expected his maturity when he told her that she didn't want him. He had gracefully walked away, not pushing her because of selfish motives. He had even lied to protect her from her own self-loathing. He had walked away because she had broken him.
And now the stick was blue.
Granted, by now she knew that she was pregnant, but she had wanted something tangible to tell her what she already knew, although, being slow, she hadn't figured it out until after she had left Seattle, which would have been two days ago.
And now he was here.
Mark Sloan was leaning up against the door to her hotel room, peering in through the peephole, and she didn't know whether to be relieved, laugh or cry.