ooi. a kiss for every scar
9.01
( tw | death )

Atlas sits beside Derek in one of the many hospital on call rooms. The blankets are scattered on the floor, and the only thing that covers the two is a thin sheet that Atlas knows had covered others. "My love," Atlas speaks lowly, his words smooth as he shifts and leans forward to place his lips against Dereks.

Derek smiles against the kiss, his hand moving and landing on the scar near Atlas chest. It's the bullet wound from Gary Clark, the man that had shot up the hospital. He runs the pad of his thumb across the bumpy patch of skin; he loves the fact that Atlas has embraced his scars and learnt to love them. "Baby."

It's when Atlas pulls away, grasping Dereks scarred hand and brings it to his lips. He kisses the scar in the palm of his hand, then places many little bitty kisses to the other scars that are scattered across his hand and arm. Then he shifts, placing a few kisses to the fading scar that runs up and down his chest. "I love you, so, so much. And all your big and little scars."

Derek returns the favour. He places kiss after kiss on the many scars that are scattered across his husbands body. He places a kiss to the two bullet wounds that had faded but are still visible to those who look. His lips move against Atlas's skin smoothly, placing a kiss to any scar he can see in the window lit room. "I love you too, so, so much."

There's a knock at the door. Atlas is the first to look towards the ugly coloured thing of wood that someone is standing in the outside of. "Atly?" It's Oliver, who's probably holding some file full of things he would need looked at.

Atlas grabs the sheet, pulling it off the bed and wrapping it around his body, leaving Derek naked. He walks towards the door, unlocking it and opening it the smallest bit. "Yeah, Olly?"

"I have a case for Derek, Callie wants to meet with him. Well she actually wanted me to get her a coffee and then she wanted me to find Derek, but I thought he might want a coffee...?" Oliver rambles, yet he's smiling. Atlas notices the scar that run along his jaw, its sharp but the white line is vibrant and fresh. "Does he, can he come? Call might yell if I don't bring him back."

"He's getting dressed." Atlas says as he glances over his shoulder to see Derek picking up his scrubs and hurriedly putting them on. Once he's dressed and standing by the door, Atlas places a kiss to his cheeks before he goes back to the bed.

Derek goes with Oliver to get Callie a coffee. The two walk in silence, it's not because theres something awkward, but because neither know what to talk about. Once Oliver has Callies coffee in hand, the two head back to one of the viewing rooms where Callie is waiting.

"He has an unstable fracture." Derek points out quickly, his eyes landing on the scan that's illuminated by the light. He catches Oliver nod rapidly. "I need to do a fuse in here and her..."

"Any numbness or tingling around the median nerve?" Callie asks as she grabs his hand, running her pointer finger along the scar against his palm.

"None" Derek shakes his head, calling to the woman. "I'm good to go, Torres. You did a great job."

"And you'll need your I. D. card to access the scan rooms." Owen speaks to whoever he's with, entering the room and waving slightly towards Oliver and everyone else. "Hey."

"Hi." Oliver flashes Owen a smile before he looks towards the person beside him and waves.

"This is Mel Barnett. He'll be joining us from Miami." Owen introduces the person who stands beside him in a fancy tux.

"Peds surgery. I'm the new attending. And you are?" He looks towards Callie first, flashing a smile that isn't as friendly as the one Arizona always wore.

Callie doesn't answer right away. So Derek steps forward and extends his hand. "I'm Derek Shepherd, neuro. Nice to meet you."

The two shake hands and Oliver steps up next. He's mad at this person for taking Arizonas job, but he won't let that stop him from being kind. "Oliver Lee-Sunny, ortho. Nice meeting you."

Callie finally steps up, she's smiling slightly. "Callie Torres, ortho."

"Oh, right. Uh, I am so sorry, uh... about your wife. I mean, I heard, and, uh —"

Callie cuts him off. "Thank you."

"Okay, how about I show you the NICU?" Owen direct the person away from the three, leaving them alone to discuss the case.

"Let's not make a big deal." Callie says before Derek or Oliver can say anything.

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2009

Atlas and Mark stand together, they're in nice fancy tuxes and behind them is pink and purple fabric and hanging lights. In front of them stands someone with a camera, Atlas nor Mark know who they are.

"I had a patient once, who told me about his wedding day and how they asked all the married couples to come to the dance floor to dance together. And then they asked the couples who'd been only married a year to sit down. And then five years, then ten years, 20, and so on. Until they got to the last two couples." Mark speaks before he has to pause to remember how old the two couples had been. He turns towards Atlas, silently asking what age they had been — knowing that he would agevole remembered the story.

"Two sets of grandparents. Been together 60 years, 60 years with the love of their life." Atlas smiles, wondering how long he and Derek will be married for, he hopes it's for the rest of their lives.

"That's gonna be you two at your granddaughter's wedding. Callie, Arizona ... Congratulations. I love you." Mark says to the camera. They're at Callie and Arizonas wedding, it's why he and Atlas are talking to the camera. So that have something to look back on.

"What about you? Won't you be dancing at your goddaughter's daughters wedding?" The person behind the camera ask, and then he turns towards Atlas to ask a different version of the question. "And what about you, when your invited to the wedding. You're practically her uncle, and then you'll be a great uncle or something like that!"

"Eliza Lee-Sunny, she's the one I wanna dance with."

"I'll be dancing with Derek Shepherd."

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Eliza hands her son to Miranda Bailey, who welcomed the sleeping child with a sad smile. It's five o'clock, and there's a bunch of people gathered outside of Mark Sloans hospital room.

Atlas, Derek and Callie are already the room, so is Richard. They're waiting for her, they won't start without her. So, she takes a deep breath and walks into the room.

"After I stop his medication, I'm going to extubate him." Richard starts, he's looking at Eliza. She's Marks proxy, she needs to know what's going to happen.

Callie shakes her head, wanting this to be done and over with because she knows that her person wouldn't want to be gorked anymore. And she's emotional, because she's going to have to watch her freind die. "We're all doctors here, you don't need to say this."

Richard now looks towards Callie. He's addressing her, because she had been the one to speak out. He feels bad, his heart hurts for them. "I'm not saying it because you need to know the procedure. I say it because even if you think you're prepared for what's about to happen, you're not. Your brain can't fully absorb what we're about to do. But by saying this ... i'm giving you a little time to catch up. So, after I stop his medications, I'm gonna extubate him."

"As indicated in his living will, Dr. Sloan asked that, if life-sustaining procedures would only prolong the moment of death, that these procedures be discontinued. Dr. Sloan asked that if he were unable to make his own medical decisions, that his directive be honored by his chosen proxy." Richard looks towards Eliza, she is Marks proxy and he needs to know that if she truly didn't want him to be extubated, than she could say something. She nods, allowing him to continue. "His final request was that only comfort care be given to him in his final moments. Once support is removed, he may only hold on for a few minutes... or the process could take hours. I'm turning the ventilator off." And he does, the machine makes a hissing noise and he starts to take the tub out of Mark Sloans airway. "We've sedated him with morphine so he's not feeling any of this."

Eliza cries harder as she sits down on one of the many chairs. She looks up at Richard through teary eyes, "thank you."

"I'll give you some privacy." Richard says as he steps out of the room, leaving the three to themselves.

Eliza hadn't been keeping track of the time, but she knows that it's been a few hours. The monitor had been beeping steadily and now it isn't. It's a steady beep, that just echoed though the room full of crying people.  Atlas is crying. Derek is crying. Callie is crying. Eliza is crying.

Mark Sloan no longer has a heart beat, and the person Eliza was supposed to spend the rest of her life with is gone.

Mark Sloan is gone.

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"Atlas, tell me to stay. Olly, you tell me to stay. Mom." Eliza says as she shuffled the bag swung over her shoulder and the child on her hip. The family is standing together in the airport, saying goodbyes. "Someone tell me to stay."

No one says anything. Oliver only cries as he looks at his feet. His sister is leaving, and he knows that she needs to leave.

"We can't, El." Atlas tells her, reaching out and wiggling his fingers in front of the smiling baby. "You have to choose to stay. You need to heal in your own way, and this might be it. We won't stop you."

"I don't want you leave." Oliver cries as he steps forward and wraps his arms around his twin sister. He knows she'll come back one day, but he doesn't want her to leave just yet.

"I'll stay." Eliza whispers to her twin brother, who's been through to much.

"No. You have the plane ticket, you can get on that plane and heal. You can run away, my baby. You can't just stay because of us." Lilla smiled sadly at her only daughter. She would let her go within a heartbeat, and that's what she was doing. Because she knew Eliza needed it.

"You three promise me that you'll all be okay, and - and I'll call you! Everyday." Eliza's sniffles, and her son reaches out and places his hand against her cheek, as if he's trying to sooth her.

Something echoes over the intercom. It's the last change to board her flight. She gives her family a hug before she turns around and gets on a plane.

Hours later, she arrives at a farm. It's sunny and she has to keep a hand over her sons eyes to stop him from being blinded by the light.

"El?" April says loudly as she steps out of the barn, a pig by her side.

"April..." Eliza sighs, she frowns. "Your dad told me you would be out hear."

"What - what are you doing here?" April asks, confusion written across her face.

"He died yesterday, Mark dies yesterday. And I needed to leave, I need to heal. And I came here. I can work, and pay the bills, I'll do anything, I can't go back to the hospital where he died." Eliza vows cooed her son as he starts to cry. Why wouldn't he, he has to know that there's something wrong with his mom and that his dad is gone.

April steps forward, dropping the leash to the ground and pulling her freind in for a hug. "You can stay for however long you need."

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and here we go.

mark is dead, he was going to die and then he wasn't going to die, and then he was. it was honestly such a back and forth thing. i put it into a picker thing and then bam, it said that he died.

eliza is on the farm with april. they'll be there for about half the season or more. owen won't show up until later, just because el needs to be away and april is there to help.

ooo! and oliver has a specialty! ortho! yay!