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CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN state of love and trust. season six, episode thirteen.
SOMETIMES, CASSIE THOUGHT SHE COULD HEAR THE UNIVERSE LAUGHING AT HER. Even after a rather enlightening session with her therapist, in which she was informed that the cosmos don't actually have the ability to laugh in the face of twenty five year old geniuses with severe commitment issues, she still wasn't entirely convinced. Even off the top of her head, she could recall several times in which she heard cackling coming down from the heavens, a humorous finger pointed at her in inculpation.
Example number one, the day her mother died in a stiff hospital bed, completely alone, while Cassie was waiting in line to order her birthday cake.
Example number two, that one time when a psycho blonde manipulated her pseudo-father into proposing, got Cassie shot, and murdered the aforementioned pseudo-father (in that order).
Example number three, the day her best friend promised, to her face, that he would see her again despite being shipped off to war, and then decided to get run over by a bus twenty minutes later.
And finally, example number four; trudging into the bathroom half asleep with drowsy steps, just to be greeted with an incredibly smug (and very, very naked) Mark Sloan.
If she weren't so confused, Cassie probably would have laughed along with the universe at that one.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" she screeched, a hand shooting into the open air as she expertly avoided looking at his... area. Another hand covered her eyes, fingers brushing against the day old mascara she'd neglected to take off the night before. "Dude, get out!"
Mark just smiled, unperturbed by the way Cassie refused to even glance in his direction. He did, however, notice the blush coming over her cheeks. His smile grew.
"My water heater's broken. Callie said it would be fine if I used your shower," he shrugged casually, stepping under the spray of water (which Cassie hadn't even noticed was running) and shutting the glass door. Cassie peeked one eye open, letting out a relieved sigh at the fog on the glass covering his lower half. "You know, it's polite to knock. I could've been... indecent."
She didn't miss the teasing tone his voice held, nor the way he left enough room in the shower for an extra person.
"Just—" Cassie paused, awkwardness seeping into her bones after the memories of their last conversation came back at full force. "Just let me know when you're done, I need to wash my hair."
