Summery: He didn't want to return to New York. She didn't want go back to Boston. But more than anything, both knew they couldn't stay in Seattle any longer. What happens when they return three years later? Meredith/Mark.

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The pain chocked her and refused to go away. Seeing his face everyday, the look of guilt every time their eyes met in the hall. The exchange of pain every time she looked at him. Standing in her bedroom doorway, she looked around the room. Everything reeked of memories of him. This being the first time in a week that she been back to her house, she could just see the memories play out before her. It overwhelmed her to the point she panted for air just to keep from fainting. Everything tossed across the room. A lamp smashed against the wall. A table overturned. The sheets balled up on the floor. Pillows torn. His clothes thrown across the floor and hanging from the fan. Her bedroom was a picture of destruction. Pushing herself away from the doorway, she trudged across the room to her dresser. Pulling the drawers open roughly, she pulled the remainder of his clothes out of them. Carrying the ball of items over the window, she opened it. Rain and cold air blew in through the opening and spilled onto her floor drenching the rug and random items that laid on it. She picked the clothes up and dropped them to the yard below her. She walked to her jewelry box and took out all the necklaces, bracelets, and earrings he had given her. Returning to the window, she roughly broke the chain to each necklace and bracelet before throwing them out the window to the wet ground. She grabbed the teddy bear from their first real date and the pair of heels he had brought her. Snapping off the heels, she threw the four pieces out the window. A headless body and a bodiless head of the teddy bear soon followed. Looking out at the pile, she watched as the rain soaked it all. Finally, she walked over to her closet and pulled out the dress he had given her for the best date of her life when he sent her on a scavenger hunt of clues finally ending in the romantic dinner on a ferry boat. Walking back to the window, a tear rolled down her cheek as she tore the black satin dress into two before letting it float to the ground.

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Staring down in his drink, he could feel the hurt in the pit of his stomach, but he refused to show it. Tilting his head back, he drowned the rest that was in the cup. It was quickly refilled and emptied just a quickly. Angry built up and faded to pain in the time it took to swallow the scotch. The burning feeling in the back of throat slowly gave way and became numbed as the alcohol entering his blood stream took effect. His thoughts never slowed and the pain didn't dull as he stood up to leave. Smacking a hundred down on the counter not caring about how much he really owed for two and a half drinks, he grabbed his coat and stumbled out into the cold night. The cold air seemed to sober him some as he stumbled towards the street. Not being able to drive, but being too close to the hospital to want to stand around for a cab. He began to walk down the street that was only lit with the faint glow of the street light. Eventually, he figured he'd see a cab and hail it down, but for now he walked. Looking down at his wrist, he noticed the watch that she had given him three or four years ago for Christmas back in New York. The happy memories of New York when he had his two closet friends still on his side seemed to fade and become replaced with heartbreak and painful ones. He quickly undid the band of the watch before stripping it off. Looking at it once more, he tossed it into a near by creek without letting his drunken pace falter for a second of thought.

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She sat in the living room staring at the suitcases that sat by the door. The doorbell rang causing her to jump form her mindless state. Getting up, she wiped the tears that collected in her eyes and opened the door. Mark stood on the other side. His head was low and his fingers twisted together into a different position every few seconds.

"Hey." She said quietly leaning against the frame.

"Hey." He answered. When he noticed the suitcases, he became confused. "Going somewhere?" She looked at the suitcases and solemnly nodded.

He sighed. "Me too. Where are you going?" He asked after a few seconds. She walked out into the cool morning air and sat down on the swing.

Letting out a sigh, she shrugged. "Haven't decided yet. I just need to get out of this city."

He sat beside her. "Me too…" After a few seconds, he could tell that she was silently wondering why so he decided to answer. "Addison slept with Kerev. Remember that… agreement we made?" She nodded as she watched the hurt wash over his face. "Yeah… she doesn't want me. I was such an idiot for actually thinking I had a chance anymore."

He looked so hurt and vulnerable. After a few seconds, she laid her head down on his shoulder.

"Derek cheated on me." She said quietly. He looked down at her as tears collected in her eyes once more. He wrapped his arm around her back.

"I don't want to go back to New York. There's too much…"

"I know." She said quietly. "I don't want to go back to Boston."

Silence fell over the two for a minute.

"Let's go somewhere else… to somewhere."

She lifted her head. "Together?"

"The dirty mistresses have to stick together."

A small smile came across her lips. "The dirty mistresses have to stick together." She repeated.