When Does Mark Sloan Come To Grey's Anatomy Novels & Stories

the doctor called her from the entrance, cutting the teary moment off. Sloane quickly turned and got off the bed. “Doctor," she responded while wiping tears off her face. “Good morning, ma'am. Please, I would love to see you in my office." The doctor left and they followed him into his office. While Sloane was seated, Carlo chose to stand. "Please, go on,” Sloane said. "What was your call about?” The doctor stole a glance at Carlo. Sloane understood the situation and cut in. "Please, you can speak freely,” she said. "He is my husband.”

I shove the last bite of salad into my mouth just to keep from snapping. I roll my eyes, dropping my fork. “You know nothing.” She sighs, flicking a crumb off the table. “Okay, fine. Let’s agree on this: you hate him, he hates you, Rayen adores you, and the rest of us are just collateral damage.” I can’t help a reluctant laugh. “Perfect summary.” Her phone buzzes. She glances at the screen. “Speaking of collateral… Sloane’s back from Bora Bora next week. We need to go out! Bill will be on you two. You left me out last time.”

How could everyone be so dense! Suddenly, Sloane, who had been quiet this whole dinner, cleared her throat. She glanced once at Elena and smiled briefly before looking back at Cameron and Jack. "You know, Elena is going to be joining me at the hospital. The head doctor is hopeful that she'll be able to take charge of one of the wings within the next three months," she said. "Did he really?" Matt asked condescendingly. "That's a pretty tight turnaround for something that big." "Considering I was offered the position within my first month, I'd say he's being conservative in his estimates," Sloane retorted.

“Tonight… tonight is different. Daddy says I’ve been… naughty.” The door to her apartment which she never locked anymore, on his orders, clicked open. Markus filled the doorway. He wore all black tactical gear, devoid of any insignia. His presence in her pristine, feminine space was a violent intrusion. The camera caught his entrance, and the chat exploded. Sloane’s performance began the second she saw him. A genuine, trembling whimper escaped her lips. She pushed back from the desk, her chair rolling. “No… please…” Markus didn’t speak. He just walked towards her, his steps silent and deliberate on the concrete floor. The silence was more terrifying than any dialogue.

Before I can ask more questions, we’re called toward the field. “I have to run,” Sloane says quickly. “I will be missing from the pack’s orientation today. I have some registrations to do. I will see you at the welcoming party tonight.” Sloane says, and I start missing her already. So much for not wanting a friend. I nod. “See you later, Sloane.” I regret not remembering to ask her what the orientation is about as she leaves. When I look back to the spot Xaden was, he’s no longer there.

I sat near the far wall and opened my folder. I was halfway through my notes when the elevator doors opened across the lobby. I looked up without thinking. Sloane stepped out, pulling a small overnight bag behind her. She still had her coat on. Her eyes searched the lobby until she noticed the hallway where the celebration noise was coming from. She hadn’t seen me yet. I watched her fix her hair with one hand and straighten her coat with the other before walking toward the sound of her fiancé’s voice.

They got even. The call ended without a goodbye. Sloane set the phone down, stared at it for a long time, then turned back to the television. The screen showed a split image: one of Mya, serene and composed beside her brothers at the press conference, and one of Damon and Sloane arriving at an event months ago, both wearing smiles that now looked brittle. Sloane muted the sound. The silence rang louder.

“Jess got a call and was livid. I would like for my best friend and the love of my life to be somewhat civil toward each other, and I’m aware that’s going to take time, but Jesus, Ashton. Taking Molly from the hospital when she was still unconscious?” My gut shifted. “Did the doctor call or did Sloane?” He held my gaze for a beat. “Dr. Nea Sandquist has become somewhat friendly with Jess, but no, the doctor is as terrified of me as she is of you.” So the nurse. Good to know. “I see,” I replied. He snorted. “You don’t see shit. Sloane is close to Jess, was close to Kelly. She used to volunteer at the hospital. Her death hit Sloane hard too.”

"Is Jamie’s detail outside, Preston?" "The nurse arrived ten minutes ago, ma'am," Preston said. "Mr. Shaw requested your presence at the tower before the Asian markets open." "Tell him I’ll be there in twenty minutes," Sloane said. "He didn't give us twenty minutes, ma'am," Preston said, his tone perfectly level, perfectly empty. "He’s on the line now."

She fell silent—and the quiet that followed cut too deep to be just a simple pause in thought. One year. One year beside a man who denied everything she stood for. One year in a war in motion—with a single frontline: Lennox Graves's body and soul. "If you want to reconsider—" Marcus began, but Sloane cut him off. "I won't." Silence. Then Marcus, his voice low, with deep appreciation: "Alright, doc. I'm glad it's going to be you. We start tomorrow." The line went dead. Sloane sat for a while longer, the phone resting in her hand.