#ellenpompeo

KATE WALSH AND ELLEN POMPEO LOCKSCREEN/HOMESCREEN

MASTERLIST

Mark Sloan x NeutralReader

Synopsis - You are doing a surgery on a man and he asks to speak to you alone. He kisses you against your will and Mark steps in to help.

Word Count - 1.9k+

**Warnings** man forcing himself on reader

***Please don’t read if sensitive***

“Dr. Karev, go ahead.” I say. I look at the patient that we are treating. I’m an attending In plastics like Dr. Sloan, and we are working on a patient together.

“John Christian. Thirty-seven years old. He wants to have a forehead lift, a chest tightening and a hairline correction surgery. He has currently been having Botox for two years.” I nod at him, and thank him. He hands me the chart.  

“So, Dr. Y/l/n and I were thinking we could do the surgeries simultaneously, and get it done quicker. Would that be okay for you?”  Sloan asks Mr. Christian. Mr. Christian looks at me and smiles. I take as him being nice, so I smile back.

“As long as Dr. Y/l/n will be in there, I’ll do anything. The more time I get to spend with her, the better.”  

“I will be in there.” I smile.

“Good. Go ahead.”

“Great. Karev, start prepping him for the surgery. I will be back in a second to finish after I check on Ms. Magnolia.”

“Of course.” He replies. I smile at the patient once again, before I leave the room. I hand a nurse the chart before I turn around. I run into strong chest, and I look up to see Mark.

“Hello, Mark. You’re kind of in my bubble.” I chuckle.

“Ha, sorry. Um, that patient was a little weird, huh?” He steps back and crosses his arms over his chest.

“He was just nice.” I dismiss him, and start to walk to Ms. Magnolia’s room. Mark follows me.

“That was not nice. That was flirting.” He looks at me.

“Well, I’m not surprised. I’m hot.” I smirk and walk into my patients room. I turn to see Mark, laughing before he walks away.

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I finish taking care of Ms. Magnolia, and head back to Mr. Christian. I open his door, and he smiles when he sees me.

“Hello, Y/n.” I chuckle at him using my first name.

“Hello,  John.” I go over to his arm, and check the IV that Karev put in. John watches me the entire time, and I keep glancing back at him. I take out the IV; he doesn’t need anymore of the medication we’ve given to him, so he doesn’t need the needle.

“How long until my surgery?” He asks me.

“An hour or so. By then the meds we gave you should kick in, and it’ll numb your face before we put you under to operate. The surgery will take two to three hours. Dr. Sloan and Karev will do your hair fix and the face lift. I will do your chest tightening while they are doing the first things. They will finish before I do, and they will help me afterwards.” I place the needle onto a moving cart, and push it to the other side of the bed.  

“Okay. Um, I have a personal question I need to ask you, and I was wondering if you could close the door so I could ask you in more confidentiality?”

“Yes, of course.” I get up and walk over to the door and close it. I go back to him, and sit on the side of the bed farthest away from the door. He moves from the bed, and his legs hang over the bed.

“I wanted to know if I had a chance with you after this surgery?” He asks me, somewhat shy. I sigh and think of the words I can use to let him down softly.

“With my job, and you being a patient, I cannot date you. It’s not an explicitly stated restriction with the job, and it’s not you, it’s just that I personally don’t want to mix patient life with my personal life. I’m sorry.” I lightly smile, thinking I did a pretty good job and diffusing the situation with water, and not oil. He stands, and so do I.  

“Okay. I get that. But it would have been so, so much easier if you said yes.” I look at him confused, and the next thing I know, I’m pushed up against the wall. I gasp, and I guess that he assumed I was going to yell, so he covers my mouth with his hand. This freaks me out, and makes me want to scream. My eyes widen, and I feel one his hands push my stomach to the wall, and hold me there. I look to the door, as If I can make someone appear by looking at it. He kisses me on my neck, and I try to push him off. He move his hand from my stomach, and grabs one of my arms. Tears spill out of my eyes, terrified. I look around for anything that can help me, and I see the moving cart next to the bed. I move my leg out from under his and kick it. It falls over, and makes a loud crashing sound. John looks at me, then the door. No one comes, and He smirks before kissing me again.

Two minutes go by, but It feels like forever and a minute. I squeeze my eyes shut, just waiting for all of this to be over. My eyes shoot back open when I hear the door being opened. I sigh when I see Mark. I see his eyes change from normal to furious. I see him look at John, John holding me against the wall, the knocked over cart, me, and my terrified face. For some reason, John doesn’t seem to hear him. Mark runs over to John, and pulls him off me. I breathe raggedly, and fix my shirt that was slowly lifted up. Mark lifts John up from the ground by his collar with one hand, and punches him with the other.  

“Mark! Stop!” I shout at him. This man is no reason to lose your job over. He doesn’t listen to me, and punches him again.

“He deserves it!” I look up and see a few people looking into the room.

“No, Mark!” John suddenly gets strength and pushes Mark. He falls and hits his head on the cart. I see blood coming from his cheek, but he ignores it. Mark quickly gets up and they wrestle each other. I get closer to them, and start pulling John away from Mark. He throws his elbow back, and it hits me in my cheek. I fall to the ground and I press on it to stop the stinging.

“You ———-!” Mark lunges again at John. I look at the door and see Derek and Hunt running Into the room. I sigh, glad to see them. Hunt Is stronger than Derek, so Hunt pulls off Mark, and Derek pulls off John.

“What the heck is going on here?” Hunt shouts. I continue crying and look at Mark.

“Nothing. I was just thanking Y/n for the surgery early.” John says. Mark lunges at him again, but Hunt stops him.

“You know that is not what you were doing.” He spits. Derek looks at me, and realizes what was going on.  

“Nurse, get security in here!” Derek shouts, and pushes John into a corner, just in case he tries to leave.

“Are you okay?” Hunt asks me. I swallow, and nod, even though I don’t feel okay. The security comes in and they take John out of the room. I finally feel like I can breathe with him not being In the room. Hunt and Shepherd get paged, so they leave the room. I grab a suture kit from the supplies we have in the room and I tell Mark to sit down.

“Y/n, I don’t need you to do this. I can do it. You should take it easy.” He says. I shake my head at him.

“No. I need to do this. I know you can, just let me.” I plead to him. He must hear and see the desperation, so he sits on the bed. I grab a stick wrapped in guaze and covered in antiseptic to wipe his head and disinfect the area. I grab his chin and he lightly rolls his eyes and sighs, but i focus on wiping the wound. ^^^

“Can you tell me what happened?” He asks once I start to stitch him.

“I, um, I came in and he asked about the procedure. I told him about it, how we would all be working at the same time. He wanted me to close the door so he could ask me a personal question with less exposure. That was so stupid of me.”

“Hey, no. You don’t get to call yourself stupid for what he did. You didn’t know, and you obviously didn’t want that. You shouldn’t have to worry about stuff like that in your life. Let alone, your own work place.” I lightly smile and nod. He smiles back, and I continue.

“I closed the door and sat next to his bed. He asked me if there was a chance I would be with him after the surgery. I politely told him no because I didn’t want to date a patient. I wasn’t mean, I wasn’t malicious. He stood up and I did as well. He said something like it would have been easier if I said yes. The next thing I knew, i was up against the wall, and he, he uhh, he.” He stops me and my shaking hands.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry.” I put some guaze on his face, and hold it in place with tape.

“You came in at the right time.”

“ I heard the clatter, but didn’t think anything of it. Then I thought it was weird when I didn’t hear anything else. I’m sorry I didn’t get there sooner. I didn’t know that was a signal for help.” He looks down as if in shame for not getting there quick enough, when he did.

“I‘m not mad. Like i said, you came at the right time. And not saying he didn’t deserve It, but why did you beat him up. I mean, you got hurt. You could have lost your job over someone as irrelevant as him.” I sit down on the bed next to him.

“Y/n. Come on. I’m not just going to sit down and let this guy harass someone and not do anything about it. Especially if that someone is you. You don’t deserve that. I know I’m not a great guy, but I know when someone I love needs defending, and this was one of those times.” I look up to what he’s saying, and I think he only realizes what he said when I look at him.

“You love me?” I ask him. I’ve always had a crush on him, but when I found out he was dating Lexie, I pushed it down.

“I’m sorry. That was inappropriate.” He gets up to leave, but I stand too and grab his arm. He looks at me, about to apologize again, but I pull him to me. I kiss him, and he kisses me back after two seconds of shock. It wasn’t what I would have expected from Mark Sloan. He is gentle and slow. I feel him pull away.

“What’s wrong?” I ask him, now feeling embarrassed.

“Oh, no. It’s nothing like that. I just think you should have some time to recover after what happened.” I smile and nod.