Here's Chapter Four. Sorry it took me so long to update. I'm a bad person I know, haha. Anyways, I own nada.

Chapter Four

After his visit with the chief, Mark slid into his rental car, and proceeded to follow his GPS system to the Archfield Hotel. He exhaled heavily, grateful to the doctor he had never met before for telling him where he could find Meredith. He knew he had messed up, and he was willing to do anything to get her back. He knew he had opened his big mouth too fast, and he should have known better. He wanted more than anything to be in his child’s life. Mark wanted a chance to show that he wouldn’t be the crappy father everyone thought he would be.

He pulled into a parking spot, and entered the swanky hotel. He noticed the large, oak check-in desk and headed towards it. He rang the bell for service, and a cute little redhead turned to serve him. A check of her nametag on her uniform that left little to the imagination revealed her name was Rachel. For a moment, Mark had the urge to flirt with her, and use his ‘McSteamy’ charm, but then he remembered why he was in a hotel in Seattle in the first place. Rachel however, had no such qualms and batted her eyelashes shamefully at the handsome plastic surgeon.

“What can I do for you this evening, sir?” Rachel asked in what Mark thought was a syrupy sweet voice. Admittedly, that once would have turned him on, but now he was definitely in the doghouse and if he ever wanted Meredith back he had to be on his best behavior.

“Um…could I have a room as close as possible to 625?” Mark asked. If the redhead thought his request was odd, she didn’t show it as she typed some things into a computer.

“I have 624 available sir,” she replied, and Mark couldn’t believe his luck.

“That would be perfect,” he said, as he slid his credit card toward her. Rachel took it and finished the paperwork.

“I just need your signature here, and here”. Mark signed with his messy scrawl, which did not look at all like Mark Sloan, but more like a chicken had taken his pen, and passed the paper back to her.

“Thank you, and enjoy your stay at the Archfield.” She slid his credit card and room keys to him, and he took them with a smile and polite “thank you”, then picked up his suitcase and headed for the elevators.

The next morning, Meredith woke up with a good feeling. Then she remembered what happened the day before. She knew Mark, and she knew his tendencies, but she thought he had changed. And it had been so easy hating him when he had slept with another woman, and when he had slept with all those other women after she left him. But then he had to go and say something that tugged at her heartstrings and crumpled her resolve, that he hadn’t known how to deal with her leaving him because he was so utterly devastated. Granted, it didn’t excuse his behavior. But now she was feeling guilty because she had cut him to the core, and she knew she had, by telling him he wouldn’t be a good father. She truly believed no one had ever given him a chance to be a good father, and she thought that he would make a good one. But her desire to hurt him as badly as he had hurt her had overwhelmed her, and she had said things she didn’t mean to say. And now, she was sitting alone in her hotel room, feeling guilty when he was the one that had cheated on her. Multiple times.

She didn’t want to go to work. She didn’t want to see him because she knew he would look sexy as hell in his scrubs. She didn’t want to see him because the moment he gave her that ‘McSteamy’ look she would crumble, even though she once told him she was “immune to it”. She was lying. Besides that had been when she was dating Derek, and she knew she could not be attracted to his best friend. Shit. She had forgotten about Derek in this whole thing. She wanted to avoid the man, especially after he had punched Mark in the face. Damn it, why did she have to pick neurosurgery?

Meredith looked at the clock and realized that she had been rambling in her head for the last ten minutes. Something that however much she tried to deny it was not something that was new to her. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her lower abdomen, and Meredith felt something wet on her thigh. "Oh god," she screamed, immediately reaching her hands to her stomach to protect her baby. But as she saw the blood dripping down her leg, she knew instinctively that it was too late.

Mark Sloan awoke well rested, and feeling like crap for the pain he had caused Meredith the night before. But, now he had to go to the hospital and face the idiot who punched him. His face hurt, and Mark checked the barely visible stitches in the bathroom mirror. "Damn I'm good", he thought as he searched for the stitches he would never have seen if he hadn't known they were there. He dressed for the day, hopeful to begin to make amends with Meredith.

As he exited his room, he checked the door to make sure it locked. Once he was sure the door locked, he turned. But then a piercing "Oh God" stopped him in his tracks, and he realized the woman screaming was Meredith. His heart stopped and he began pounding on the door of room 625.

"Meredith, Meredith, please, open the door."

"Oh God, Mark, help me please," Meredith used every last ounce of strength she had to get to the door and open it for him. Mark took in the blood on her pants and assumed the worst: a miscarriage, but before he could ask, Meredith collapsed in his arms.

Sorry this update is relatively short, but this was where I felt the chapter needed to end. Hopefully I will get the next chapter up soon, but you know me, so no promises.