3.13

"I thought I was gonna hate this party game thing, but it's kinda great." Cristina said as the female interns and Callie enjoyed her bachelorette party. Callie was writing some vows on Cristina's hand, previously written by Helena, as Meredith had just made herself a toilet paper dress.

"Can we set her on fire after?" The bride asked, smiling.

"No, we cannot." Meredith answered, mad.

"These wedding vows are not gonna fit in here."  Callie told the bride.

"Write smaller." Cristina shrugged.

"Be still please. Vow just became cow." The resident told her.

"You don't need vows in your hand. When you get there, just speak from the heart." Izzie told her.

"Izzie, the heart is a organ. It pumps, circulates blood, gets clots from time to time. It doesn't, however, speak." Cristina teased.

"Can you imagine if it had tiny little lips on it, just inconveniently telling everyone what you were feeling?" Helena smiled, scrunching up her nose a bit.

"Look, I'm gonna like being married. It's the wedding part that's ridiculous." Cristina huffed.

Suddenly, everyone's pagers went off, Helena getting up. "Well, party's over."

"Damn, mine didn't go off. Piece of crap." Cristina complained.

"You can do this, right?" Meredith asked.

"Become a piece of property? Sure, looking forward to it." The engaged woman joked.

"No matter what, you're walking down that aisle today." The blond told her as she Meredith out of her paper wedding dress.

"We need you to go down that aisle." Helena nodded, leaving the house

——

As Helena and Meredith charted, they heard Cristina behind them.

"Meredith, Baby Einstein."

"You are not gonna believe it. Derek met a girl in a bar. And he flirted with her. And he told me. You know, no big deal, just thought I should know." The blond started.

"I still have inappropriate feeling. I hate inappropriate feelings for someone inappropriate and I hate it. I just... hate it." The short intern told them, still focused on her chart.

"Meredith, Lena."

"I'm not exaggerating. He didn't give me a hint. He just flat out told me." Meredith continued.

"That's... weird. But my inappropriate person is Mark." Helena now whispered. "As in, playboy, attending, Mark."

"You guy know how sometimes it's about you and sometimes it's about me?" Cristina asked. "This is really, really about me."

At that, the two interns turned around to find a browless Cristina, holding her wedding dress and with rolls in her hair.

"Woah." Meredith said.

"What happened to your brows?" Helena asked, her eyes widening.

"Mama did. Mama took my eyebrows. She took my eyebrows and now, I am a Burke."

——

As the interns hurried around the locker room, hurrying to get ready for the wedding, Helena finished applying some makeup, her bridesmaid dress already on.

"Closed? Open?" George asked them, his suit dressed.

"Closed." Helena answered, the man following her advice. "Perfect."

"You look great." Izzie told him, making Helena glare at her. She had been suspicious that something might be going on between the two, no matter how much she wished to be wrong.

Suddenly, Patricia walked into the locker room. "Moment of truth, people."

"Are those our scores?" Alex asked.

"Grey, Karev, Yang, Campos, Stevens, O'Malley." She handed them the letters.

Helena quickly rolled hers open rushing to read the results, her eyes scamming through the paper as she tried to take deep breaths. Finally, she found the part that confirmed her score:

"Oh, yes!" Cristina let out.

"Yes, thank god." Izzie did as well.

Helena smiled brightly and Cristina asked her and Meredith. "Did you pass?"

"You bet your married booty I did." Meredith told her.

"Did I pass? I got a hundred-freaking-percent!" Helena smiled widely, proud of her accomplishment."Georgie, how'd you do? Did you pass?"

"Yeah." He answered. Being one of the boy's best friends, if not the best, she could tell something was going on, something didn't quite fit. However, she chose to ignore it, feeling that if the boy didn't tell her, she shouldn't pressure him.t short girl getting back to her makeup, her smile unbelievably wide.

As finished, she straightened her bridesmaid dress, before leaving the locker room. When she did, she found Mark outside.

"Hey, Lee, how'd you do?" He asked.

"How'd I do?" She smiled at him, sweetly, the man laughing. "I got a hundred percent, that's how I did."

"You got a hundred percent? On your intern exam?" He hugged her, both of them giggling. "Oh, that's so great." Mark picked her up and swirled her around slightly, giggles falling from both their lips. However, feeling the other's body pressed against theirs, both stopped laughing soon, recognizing once more the feelings they had for each other.

Once they pulled away, the hallway already empty, Mark looked into Helena's eyes. He'd been fighting this battle with himself, being afraid of hurting the woman in front of him. But, at that moment, he realized how much she truly meant to him. Mark Sloan was in love with Helena Campos and he would rather than hurt her. She would not be like the other women he had been with, she meant too much. And, reaching such conclusion, the plastics surgeon leaned into the young intern.