Title: Glimpse

Author: xxCallicaTruLovexx

Pairing(s): Merica {Mark and Erica}

Summary: Mark finds out why Erica won't go out with him.

Rating: T, M for later chapters

Disclaimer: I own nothing but this story and this idea. Characters and show belong to their respective owners.

Author Notes: No set time frame, but is set between seasons 4 and 5.

"What are you doing tonight?" Mark asked as he fell into step beside of Erica.

"Not you, if that was what you were hoping," she said, her eyes remaining trained to the chart in her hand. She had to give the man credit. During times like these, she almost thought that he saw the real her, the her that had a soft spot. But then she would play it off as him just trying to get into her pants. Sometimes she willed herself to say yes just once, go for drinks with him, and maybe he would finally leave her alone.

But she realized that if she did that, it wouldn't be the end. He would keep on, insisting on going out more and more. Then she thought about why she couldn't go out with him. Her heart fluttered a little and the briefest smile ghosted her lips as she thought about the blonde haired, blue eyed little boy waiting at home for her.

"Is that what you think I'm always thinking about? That I always have to be trying to get into someone's pants?" Mark asked, feigning hurt.

"Isn't it, Sloan? The nurses cut you off so you have to get your kicks elsewhere?" Erica said as she stopped walking and turned to face him.

"Low blow. I'm tired of he nurses anyways, they're too hostile."

"Why don't you go with Torres. I'm sure she'll love to meet you at Joe's."

"Callie isn't fun anymore since she and Karev got together. They're always hanging at casa de Grey," Mark said with a slight pout.

"Aww, did the manwhore get his feelings hurt because his bed warmer hopped from your bed to another?"

"Give me one reason you won't go out with me," Mark egged on.

"You're not attracted to me," Erica said simply. She couldn't very well give him the truth so she had to settle for second best.

"Answer me this, if I'm supposedly not attracted to you, why do I keep asking you out?" Mark questioned.

"You're not attracted to me per say. You're attracted to my confidence. You're attracted to me because of my power, which puts you and Yang in the same category. And most of all, you're attracted to me because I'm not attracted to you," she finished with a smirk.

"So no to drinks tonight?" Mark tried one more time.

"I already have plans."

"Who's the lucky guy?" Mark asked as she started to walk away.

"You'll never know," she threw over her shoulder.

Erica was dead tired by the time her shift ended. She closed her locker, mustering up the strength not to fall against it. She pulled her bag over her shoulder and started for the door.

She made her way out of the hospital without running into Sloan or falling asleep in the slowest elevator on the planet. She walked across the parking lot and smiled when she saw Callie leaving with Alex, knowing that Sloan would most definitely be drowning his sorrows alone tonight. When she reached her car, she pulled out her keys and made the long trek home.

She pulled into her driveway and shut the car off, resting her head against the steering wheel for a few minutes.

She finally managed to awaken enough to push open the door and climb out of the car. She walked up the steps to her porch and turned the handle, knowing that the door would be unlocked.

"How was he?" Erica asked the young girl that rounded the corner.

"He was perfect like always," Brianna said as she picked up her jacket and slipped it on. She tried to protest as Erica handed her a fifty dollar bill.

"Dr. Hahn, I can't take this," Brianna insisted, trying to hand it back to Erica.

"You deserve it for the extra hours you put in today," Erica said with a smile.

"Thanks," the teenager said, smiling back. Erica knew that she probably paid the teenager to much to begin with, but Brianna was great and Erica could hardly trust anyone else.

"So, Thursday at seven, right?" Brianna asked, making sure of her next payday.


"See you then, Dr. Hahn," Brianna offered before leaving the house.

Erica dropped her bag by the door and kicked off her shoes, flexing her toes slightly to ease the burning from standing through two six hour surgeries. She peeled off her coat, hanging it haphazardly on the hook.

She slowly made her way upstairs, her bones creaking like she was years beyond her age. She stopped at the first door in the hallway and quietly pushed the door open. She smiled when she saw him soundly sleeping. She closed the door and made her way to her room where she changed and fell into bed.

"Stay here while I answer the door," Erica told the little boy as she dried her hands on a towel.

"Okay," he said around a mouthful of pancakes and syrup.

Erica walked to the front of the house and pulled open the door. She groaned inwardly as Mark flashed her his McSteamy smile.

"What are you doing here, Sloan?" Erica asked, hostility filling her voice.

"What? No good morning?"

"I'm busy."

"Is your date from last night in there? I'd love to meet him to see my competition," Mark said, trying to peek over her shoulder.

"Again, what do you want?" she asked. She was too tires to fight with him today.

"I noticed that we both happened to have the day off, and I was hoping that we could spend it together."

"I have plans."

"Like you said last night. Who's so important that you're blowing me off?"

"Mommy, I'm done eating. Can we go to the park now?" the little boy asked, coming around the corner to Erica.

"You're a mom?" Mark asked, a look of shock on his face.