Hi!
So..i'm new to the Grey's Anatomy fanfic world, so I just thought I would post the first chapter of my story and see how it goes over with you peoples=]
I did use some episode content, but kind of made it different.
Some language, and a suggestive theme.
WARNING: drama starts in the first chapter!
Mark and Lexie aren't the cute happy couple for the first chapter...just read to see...it'll get better, I promise!
The Darkest Shade of Blue
Chapter 1: Just the Start
(Lexie's POV)
No one really knows how their day is going to start. As surgeons, we all hope it starts with a trauma and ends with another trauma. The thing is, we all hope for life threatening injuries so we can get surgeons, but the greater the damage, the greater the risk for death. The only way we can stop death is to cheat it.
We can put people on life support, ventilators, and all the meds in the book, but nothing is going to stop death. The hardest part of the job is to look up at the clock and say those three words, "Time of death." Sometimes we all just wonder if we inserted the breathing tube earlier, gave them their intravenous fluids before hand, or even stared the surgery just minutes before that they wouldn't die, but sometimes that's just the way things are.
There are the times where you wish people were dead all at the same time too. No one hopes that people die, but then again, that one spark will set you off, and sometimes, just sometimes, your wish will come true. Whatever inspires people to desire their wish is completely insane, but we all can't help but feel that at one point.
I sighed to myself as I twirled my straw around in my drink. Only about half way into the intern year and things haven't let up once. Residents, attending's, and interns never get along. First, you have the dark and twisty sister with the world class neurosurgeon drama. The Grey's were known for their drama, but no one ever said that it wouldn't go on…especially for over a year and a half now. Meredith finally forgave Derek, but we all have the suspicion that Derek isn't forgiving himself.
Then you have my attending, Christina. Cardio goddess as she thinks she is actually. Gluing herself with Dr. Hunt is actually working itself out for once. He gives her the entire cardio trauma that rushes into the emergency room while the other three of us sit around and go and get coffee for any attending.
Dr. Shepherd, Meredith's boyfriend, is the head of neurosurgery over at Seattle Grace. Best friends with Dr. Sloan, he gets by pretty easily.
See, there are so many relationships over at the hospital that people stopped keeping track after about three. Seattle Grace is gossip central, and if you as much talk to someone, it's in the cafeteria by noon. No one knows how to keep their mouth shut, and if it were up to them, we wouldn't be a hospital, but we would be a reality show.
"I hate apples," I finally said while Mark lifted his head up from his drink and looked at me.
"What?" he said.
I sighed as I stirred my drink a little bit more, "You told me to tell you something that most people wouldn't guess about me, and I hate apples. They aren't fruit despite the seeds. Surprisingly enough, I do enjoy apple juice, but usually only in juice boxes," I told him while I nodded my head staring down at my drink.
Mark laughed, "Well then, I'll be sure to remember that. Now, I've been hearing rumors, is it true that you have a photographic memory?" he asked.
I laughed a little bit while I nodded, "Yes."
He looked at me dead in the face, "Periodic table and go," he said without changing his facial expression.
I smiled, "Hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium, boron, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, fluorine, neon, sodium, magnesium, aluminum, silicone, phosphorus, sulfur, I can keep going," I said with a little laugh.
He laughed back while shaking his head, "You are one of a kind, Lexie Grey," he said while drinking some of his drink.
I nodded a little bit towards him, "I can say the same for you, Mark Sloan," I said while I nudged his shoulder.
He looked at his watch and frowned, "Well, I have the graveyard shift to go attend to. I'll see you tomorrow, Little Grey," he said while he smiled and got up to leave.
"My name is Lexie," I muttered.
The next day….
I sighed in frustration as I walked into the hospital. There is just the feeling that today is going to be a bad day, and I'm finally starting to feel it.
I quickly made my way into the intern locker room and noticed that most of the interns were there too which meant that I was on time, or everyone else was just late. As I went by my locker, I received the daily 'hello' from Megan and Steve while I just nodded back to them in a friendly way.
"Numbers 1, 3, and 4, you're with me today," Christina barked as she came into the locker room handing them charts. "Two, Chief wants to see you," she said right before she sighed and walked out.
I groaned in frustration, "This day is already getting bad," I whispered to myself as I walked out of the locker room and made my way over to the Chief's office. No one sees the chief unless they are in trouble, and I haven't killed anyone lately, so I have absolutely no idea what I did wrong.
As soon as I knocked on the door, Chief was already there to open it, "Dr. Grey, come in," he said while holding the door open for me.
I nodded, "Thank you, sir," I said back while he told me to have a seat on the couch.
He sat down at his desk and quickly looked at me with a straight face, "Lexie, your father is in the hospital," he started to say before I cut him off.
"Well shouldn't you have paged Meredith?" I asked him with a sour look on my face, "Because by the looks of it, they are much better friends than we are," I said while I crossed my arms over my chest. I was in no mood to have to be talked about with my father at this point.
The Chief sighed, "Lexie, I'm worried about your relationship with Meredith and Thatcher," he said while looking at his desk, "You three have never been able to be in the same room without something happening," he said.
I nodded my head, "Well, that may have something to do with the fact that he picked her over Molly and me, or that he's usually drunk and can't even remember my name, or we could just go with the fact that he now hates me because I look to much like my mother which he thinks Meredith killed," I snapped at him.
His eyes narrowed, "Your father needs you. He's being discharged in a little while for some minor bruising from a fall he took at a supermarket, and we need you to take him home. You don't have to talk to him, you just have to do it," he said sternly.
I sighed, "Fine, but next time, page Meredith," I said as I walked out of the room and over to trauma. As soon as I got there, I saw Dr. Bailey giving my father the discharge papers. I quickly walked over to his bed and started to help him get his things together.
"I want Meredith," he slurred as he swatted my hand away not accepting my help.
Bailey gave a sad look as she walked away, "Dad, it's me, Lexie. Come on, let's get you home," I said as I tried to help him again.
He shook his head while standing up, "No, I said I wanted Meredith. What the hell's wrong with you?" he asked in an angry tone. "I want Meredith!" he screamed for the whole trauma department to hear. As soon as he started to yell, Dr. Bailey quickly came back in.
"Uh, Sir, Meredith is currently in another trauma. Dr. Grey is more than capable to take you home," she said in a hurry as I walked over a third time and tried to help him get his stuff.
This time, he pushed me harder and managed to knock me into the suture table kit causing me to fall down, "Shit," I muttered as I noticed my wrist starting to swell and blood starting to drip down my face, "Shit," I muttered again.
"I want Meredith, I want Meredith, and I want Meredith! She was the good daughter! Never complained, and wasn't whiny and going off and leaving your mother and I alone!" he started to scream while more people started to file in to see what the commotion was about.
Thankfully, Meredith was one of those people, but instead of going to see Thatcher, she came directly over to me, "Lexie!" she gasped out as she helped me stand up and walk me over to another bed and then going back to see our father.
"Bailey, why don't you just call a cab? He's no good to anyone in this state," Meredith said before coming back over to me. "Does he usually do this?" she asked me while she picked up the bad hand and started to put pressure. I simply nodded to her question.
I gasped out in pain as soon as she started touching it, "Let's get you to radiology and get this X-rayed. We can stitch up your face later," she said while closely examining the cut.
I sighed, "Fine," I said as we stood up slowly and started to walk towards radiology before being stopped by Derek.
"What happened?" he asked as he rushed over, picked up his light pen and started to flash it in my eyes.
I squinted away, "Dr. Shepherd, I'm fine. I just need my wrist x-rayed. There is no trauma to my head," I said as I pulled away and continued to walk, only this time being stopped my none other than Mark Sloan with Meredith and Derek walking next to him.
"What happened?" Mark said as he walked over and started to inspect the cut.
I quickly flinched away, "I'm fine, just let me get this x-rayed," I said I tried to push past them, but unfortunately used the bad wrist, "Ow," I gasped out in pain as I clutched my right arm even closer to me now.
All three of them looked at each other for a split second before looking to me, "Do you want a wheelchair?" Meredith asked me as I shook my head.
"Will one of you just please take me," I snapped at them while Mark walked forward, "Here, I'll take you then I can stitch up your face," he said while he put his arm gently on my left shoulder and started guiding me down the hallway to the elevator.
"So, do you want to tell me how this happened?" he asked as soon as we got on.
I shook my head, "Not really, but my dad. He's drunk, and when he's drunk, he picks his favorite daughter. Unfortunately, today just happened to be Meredith, and he won't let anyone help him if they aren't Meredith," I explained to him with a sigh.
He nodded his head, "Well, if you happen to ask me, you are better than Meredith in my opinion. I haven't heard her recite the periodic table, now have I?" he asked with a little laugh.
I smiled at him, "I'm sure she could if you asked her. I think I can go on my own from here," I said as I stepped out of the elevator, but soon noticed that Mark was right behind me.
"Little Grey," he said sternly as he stepped in front of me causing me to stop, "How long has this been going on?" he asked while crossing his arms over his chest.
I sighed, "For a few months, okay? Now seriously, I just want to get my wrist checked out by Dr. Torres then act like nothing happened. Maybe get a drink at Joe's afterwards, but that's about it. I'm just not in a good mood, okay?" I snapped at him.
He gave a little grin, "You've been snapping a lot lately," he pointed out.
I rolled my eyes, "Thank you for pointing out the obvious," I stated while I tried to walk past him. "Move," I told him with a serious look on my face while he didn't move. "Mark, move it damn it," I yelled at him while everyone around us turned and looked. "Please," I whispered in a dark tone.
He smiled, "Now that's more like it," he said while he finally let me past him.
"This is going to be a long day," I muttered while I walked into radiology.
After waiting for my scans to come through, Calli finally came in, "Well, your wrist is a clean break, so you're going to have it casted, but on the bright side, no surgery," she said with a small smile. "Mark told me what happened, and I'm sorry," she said softly as she began to gather up materials to cast. "Do you want color?" she asked while she held up rolls of casting plaster.
"It's not your fault and blue please," I said while she nodded.
As she started to wrap my arm she started talking, "You know, I don't think I've seen Mark this concerned for anyone let alone an intern," she said with a small laugh.
"What?"
She smiled, "You know Mark, he's the one that goes around from bed to bed trying to pass off his emotions through sex, but he actually seems interested in you…as a relationship I mean," she said while nodding to herself. "Honestly, I think you're good for him. He needs someone to set him straight."
I smiled to myself, "No offense, but why are you telling me this?"
She laughed, "Mark and I are work husband and work wife, so it's our job to look out for each other, whether it be in relationships or professional business, we just have to have the other person's back. If you haven't noticed, we all have our people. Alex has Izzie, Mark has me, Derek has Meredith, the Chief has Bailey, Owen has Christina, and it looks to me that you don't have your person."
"George used to be my person, then it got awkward, then he joined the military, and we hear from him every few weeks. You're right, I don't have a person," I said with a sigh, "Thank you for giving me another reason that this day is horrible," I groaned out.
Callie laughed, "No, see, you have people. You have Meredith, you sometimes have Christina, you have me to fix the family issues, literally," she said with a laugh, "And then you have Mark. If I'm not mistaken, he was the one that made sure you got here safe. If it were any other intern, he would have just said, 'Go up three floors, then make a left,' and would have ended it there, but he wanted to make sure that you were here safe. He likes you," she stated plainly while adding more plaster.
I frowned, "I've barely talked to him though," I pointed out.
She shrugged her shoulders, "That doesn't mean anything, Lexie," she said bluntly, "It only takes a few minutes to know that you like them. We're not seventh graders where we have to write notes and put them in peoples lockers, all we have to do is talk to them. As much as you hate to admit it, you like him too," she said.
I laughed, "Yea, an intern with an attending who just happens to be named Mark Sloan is really going to work out," I said while I rolled my eyes.
"Meredith and Derek," she pointed out. "I don't know if you know this, but Christina was engaged to the Preston Burke, but he bailed out on their wedding day. So, having an attending as a boyfriend, fiancé, or even a husband is nothing to stress out about," she said while she started to apply the color to the cast.
I sighed, "My life is just complicated enough as it is, I don't need a relationship to have to make it more stressful," I said to her arguing back.
She laughed, "Who knows, Little Grey, maybe he's just the thing you need to turn all of this around," she said while she patted the cast, "All done," she said with a smile. "Let's go get you stitched up now," she said while we both got up and made our way out of radiology and into the pit.
"Can you stitch me up?" I asked her as I sat down on one of the hospital beds.
She laughed, "I'm in orthopedics, Lexie. You should be asking plastics," she said with a sly smile before walking away.
"Of course," I muttered.
"Of course what?" Mark asked before sitting on a chair and pulling out the suture kit.
"Nothing," I answered back while he started to disinfect the wound.
As soon as he numbed up my forehead, he started to suture, "Why did you pick blue for your cast?" he asked all of a sudden.
I laughed a little bit, "First of all, it's my favorite color. Then we could go with the fact that it would match my scrubs, or in my opinion, blue is the most peaceful color. Just like the water or the sky, you can rarely find an imperfection with it. I just feel as though that I should have some reminder that things can't always be that bad," I said while I held up my right hand and looked at it with a small smile for a few seconds.
He smiled back, "Just so happens that blue is also my favorite color. Although, I personally think that blue is a powerful color. It represents strength and stability. It is a peaceful color, but you have to work your way up to it. Think about it this way, our blood is actually blue, so it's what keeps us alive, so it's strength to me," he said while he started to stitch.
I smiled, "That's a good reason, but maybe it was also the fact that it was between blue and red," I said with a little laugh.
He laughed back, "Then blue is most definitely the color to go with," he said while nodding approvingly. "So, how is your relationship with Meredith?" he asked.
I shrugged my shoulders, "Not the best sister relationship you could want, but we get by I guess. She's wrapped up in Derek or Christina, rarely goes back to her home, and never really talks about her personal life that is outside of the hospital," I answered him bluntly.
He nodded his head, "Well, sometimes it's better to not know a person then to know them and start to hate them," he said with a straight face.
"What?"
He laughed, "I mean, would you want to try to get to know someone and find out that they are a complete moron and wish you never met them, or would you want to not know them and be content with the people you already know?" he asked me.
I smiled, "I never actually thought about it that way, but in a way, I guess you're right. I love Meredith as a sister, and I try to know her, but it's kind of in the middle for me. She doesn't really let me into her life as much as I could be, but then again, we don't really talk unless it's about our parents."
He shook his head, "You Grey's and your parents. The day that Ellis Grey died is the day that Meredith drowned. Your mother died of the hiccups, and both of your father is an alcoholic who can't be in the same room with two of you without going on a rampage."
I laughed, "Yea, that's the Grey's for you," I said while he smiled.
He applied a bandage and took off his gloves, "Well, I'll check your stitches in a few days, but as for the hand, no surgery for a few weeks," he said while getting up. "You can't operate with a broken wrist, even if you are left handed," he said without looking back. "Stop scowling," he said while turning around and facing me.
I laughed, "You know me, Mark Sloan," I told him while we got up and started to go our separate directions.
"No surgery!" he yelled out one more time before continuing to walk on.
(Mark's POV)
"No," Derek said time after time again.
"Why?" I asked him again as we were walking on the bridge towards the emergency room.
He sighed and stopped and turned around to face me, "Little Grey is off limits. You need to stay away from her. Trust me, I don't need you to screw her up even more, because if you do, then Meredith is going to take it out on me, and then your face won't be so attractive anymore," he said before he turned around and continued to walk.
"I'm not saying I want a one night stand, Derek, I'm just asking for a chance," I said while I jogged to keep up with him.
"And all I'm asking for is for you to stay away. Find another intern to break their heart. You owe me this much," he said to me.
I groaned out in frustration, "Are you seriously not over the whole Addison thing?" I said in a loud voice.
He laughed while turning around, "Addison thing? She was my wife, Mark. She wasn't a thing. Now, you owe me to now screw up this relationship that I have just because of your own selfish needs. Seriously, keep little Sloan away from Little Grey, Mark," he said sternly before walking away.
"Little Sloan? It's big Sloan," I muttered out before walking the complete opposite direction.
I sighed as I continued to walk the corridors into the ICU. As I walked in, Lexie was standing there doing paperwork, "Hey," I said as I slid next to her.
She looked up and smiled back, "Hey," she said while she continued to write. "What brings you over here?" she asked while she finished up and closed the patients file.
I shrugged, "It's my break, just thought I would wonder around, try to find you maybe," I said with a grin. "I also needed to see how your stitches were healing, but by the looks of things, they seem to be healing quite nicely," I said while I looked at her forehead and saw them starting to patch up a thin pink line.
She nodded, "They feel fine actually. I can't believe it's been a week since the incident, and still no word from him, not even an apology," she said while she muttered the last part.
I looked at her with a serious look, "You aren't going near him anytime soon, so I would take that as an apology," I said coldly.
She gave me a questioning look, "And why is that?" she said with a laugh.
I groaned while I quickly pulled her into the closest on call room to us, "This isn't a joking matter, Lexie!" I snapped at her. "Your dad, your own father broke your wrist and gave you a gash in your forehead, and you want to see him again? You aren't going anywhere near him until he's at least six months sober," I told her in a stern tone.
She crossed her arms over her chest, "And who's going to stop me?" she said while she started to walk towards the door.
I stepped in front of her blocking the door, "Derek, Meredith, Callie, oh I don't know, me?" I said while she rolled her eyes.
"Very thoughtful, Mark, but he's my dad-"she started to say before I cut her off.
"Exactly!" I yelled. "Dad's don't do this to their children no matter how old they are. All they are supposed to do is love them and never hurt them, but what did your dad do, Lexie? Your dad physically harmed you. You should just be lucky we didn't call the police on him," I said while I started to walk around in circles around the room.
"Mark, where is this coming from?" Lexie asked softly.
For once in my life, I just exploded at someone, which happened to be Lexie, "My past! My parents were never home, and the only parent I had was Mrs. Shepherd. So if I were you, I would just appreciate the fact that you get to choose if you can see them or not, because I wouldn't want to go anywhere near them if I had the choice. But no, mine was forced! I was forced to stay all alone and learn to fend for myself. I didn't have parents to go home to and tell them about my day because to me they didn't exist!" I finally screamed out.
She looked back at me in a scared way, "I…I don't know what to say," she said finally while looking down to the ground.
"Because there is nothing to say," I said back to her in a softer tone. "So, if you want to go and have him put your life in more danger, then be my guest. Just don't come to Seattle Grace and expect people to fix you up, because you're basically asking to get hurt by going to him," I told her while I walked out of the door and slammed it shut.
I quickly walked past the nurses' station hoping that no one could hear what went on inside the on call room, but also just wanted to get as far away from Lexie as I could. I wasn't exactly mad at her, but just taking out my anger on her. I actually did mean what I said at the end though. She basically is asking to get beaten again.
"Hey," Callie said while walking towards me.
"Hi," I answered back in a grunt as I kept on walking.
"Mark," she said sternly as she made both of us stop in the middle of the hallway.
"What do you want?" I yelled at her in a harsh tone.
She glared at me, "Well all I wanted to do was say hello, but you turned it into more. What's going on with you?" she snapped at me while I sighed in frustration and slammed my hand on the nurses' station right next to me.
"Everything is going on, okay? First, Lexie wants to go back to her house and basically get beaten again, and then she wants to stick up for her father! And I was forced to bring up my parents, in which we both know is a very touchy subject, and she just makes it so hard to like her!" I yelled out in frustration while she smiled the entire time. "Why are you smiling?" I snapped at her.
She laughed as she patted me on the back, "Figure it out and then tell that person," she said right before she walked away.
"I hate women," I muttered before I walked away and into my office to catch up on my paperwork.
(Lexie's POV…a few days later)
I walked into radiology determined to find Callie. "Hey," I said while I found her sitting at a desk filing out charts intently. After a while of no response I decided to try again, "Callie, I need your help on something," I said louder this time while she looked up.
She smiled as soon as she saw me, "What can I do for you, Lex?" she asked while she put the file away.
"I need you to take my cast off for a few hours. There is this huge surgery that Shepherd and I have been working on for a while, and I need the cast off to do it," I told her while she just laughed. "Why does everyone always laugh when I ask for a favor?" I asked in a mutter.
She looked serious at this point, "You would have to go to plastics to get your hand cleared for surgery, and if I know Mark, he won't do that for a few more weeks. And no, I'm not laughing at that, I'm laughing at the fact that you are too scared to go up to Mark and ask him himself. After your little fight you two had the other day, you haven't spoken. So, if you want to do the surgery, get it cleared with plastics, then I will think about taking the cast off," she said right before she walked away.
I started to mutter nonsense while I was walking over to Mark's office. You know, a photographic memory comes in handy when you're trying to track down people. Like, I know that Mark doesn't like to work on Tuesday's unless it's a big case, so he does the paperwork that no one else does.
I knocked on his door shyly, "Come in," he yelled after I knocked.
As soon as I entered the office, he looked up with a straight look, "May I help you, Dr. Grey," he said in all seriousness.
I rolled my eyes without him noticing. Since when did he call me Dr. Grey? "Mark, I need you to clear me for surgery. The hand doesn't even hurt that bad anymore, and I haven't even been in an OR for two weeks, and you said a couple weeks, and I do believe that a couple is around two, so I want the cast off," I said as I started to ramble.
"No," he said simply while looking back down to his paperwork. "When I said a couple of weeks, I meant it. I was thinking more along the lines of four to eight weeks. You have a clean break, and you shouldn't be doing anything with that hand except resting it."
I groaned, "I demand you clear me for surgery," I said in a dark tone while he looked up with dark eyes.
"You can't demand anything. You are an intern, I am an attending. If anything, I demand things from you, and speaking of which, I demand that you get out of my office immediately before I call the Chief and have security personally take you out," he said while standing up and slamming both hands down on the desk looking at me straight in the eyes.
I glared right back at him, "Well if you or Callie won't do it, then I guess I will by myself," I said as I huffed and walked out of the room.
"Alexandra Grey," he warned while coming out of his office, "You better not," he said sternly.
I chose to ignore him and started to walk towards the OR's, "You make is so hard for me to like you!" he shouted for the entire surgical floor to hear, while I stopped dead in my tracks and faced him with an open mouth. "Shit," he muttered while he stood still as well.
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