A/N: Hey guys! So about ten month ago (I think:P) I woke up to worlds weirdest dream. (OYE began due to a dream I had, but I never happened to see Lexie, I imagined that it was kind of 1st person, but at the same time I kinda knew what the other characters were thinking) This dream was more of 3rd person, and again it was different than OYE because instead of having many dreams for a couple of months, I had one whole dream about this. I called my best friend and she was like, 'Well it sounds good.' So this is me giving it a try.

Warning: This is a little AU and takes place 7 years into the future, beginning season 7. This means there is no Sofia.

It will be a little complicated to understand at the beginning. Actually I understood my dream like at the very end. But I promise that if you give it a try everything will be resolved in the end.

Please give it a try... It won't be as long as OYE. I actually think it's just like 7 chapters max... I think! Maybe less...

Disclaimer: I don't own anything... except for some of the characters that will appear from here on now.

Lexie wakes up in the morning, tired and has a big headache. She sits down and notices she had fallen asleep on the couch, but looking around she notices that this isn't Meredith's house. She yawns and stretches her arms out. Being a little more aware of her surroundings she notices that there were some laughs and giggles in the background. But they don't belong to anyone she knows, actually they aren't even a grown up's laugh; those laughs and giggles, are from some kids.

"Daddy! She's awake now!" Cheers a little boy. He has a familiar face, and a smirk that is unmistakable, but then his eyes are something that would give right away the answer to who the father is. Definitely just like his eyes, and then his nose and ears; those too are also unmistakeable, and his slightly tanned skin. He is like a younger version of him. A much younger version, because the little boy can't be more than six.

"Where– What?" She asks. She has absolutely no clue of who this boy is or who he's talking to.

She hears footsteps and tries to anticipate who they belong to before she is actually face to face with him. Strangely, he is holding a little girl in his arms. She has gorgeous, curly dark blonde hair, but Lexie can notice that her hair is changing color, probably to chocolate and big blue eyes and a delicate white porcelain skin. She's probably two, or maybe she's just small, because when she speaks up, she doesn't sound like a two year old talking.

"Daddy put me down," she says.

He slowly places her on the floor, aware of Lexie's scared face. "Be careful with Mommy." he looks at Lexie, "Are you feeling better?" he asks.

"Where am I? And what are you doing here? No. Actually what am I doing here?" she asks. "And where did these kids come from?"

He goes completely blank, "What is the last thing you remember?" he asks and then turns around to were the kids are currently playing. "Mattie go play with your sister upstairs ok?"

The little boy nods and grabs his sister's hand as he takes her towards the stairs and into their playroom.

Lexie looks back at him, "Uhm... We broke up because I don't want to be a mother, much less a grandmother." she says as if he is the one who can't remember. Of course she knows that there is a small piece of the puzzle she is missing. Or more like a huge chunk of it. "Alex just broke up with me and I asked you to stay away from me, so where am I and what are you doing here?" she demands. Lexie knows she's about to start crying.

Mark sits down next to her, "Ok. Do you remember anything that happened recently?"

She shakes her head. She's growing stressed, "I just told you! What is going on?"

"Crap." Mark mutters, he quickly stands up and calls Derek. "She doesn't remember anything!" he yells at the phone. "What do you mean it's normal? The last thing she remembers is telling me to stay the hell away from her! She doesn't even know who Matthew and Emily are!" He is pacing and notices Lexie is looking at her fingers and then at his, probably searching for a ring or anything that would say they are together. "I'll take her to the hospital. You better be there once we arrive because you said she would be fine being home! That she needed it and it doesn't seem like that to me. You said she needed to have a break from the hospital and just spend time with her kids!"

He looks at Lexie and notices she's tearing up, "Hey, we have to go to the hospital. Derek is on his way. I'll go call the nanny–Crap! She's not working today... Ok we'll take them with us."

He runs upstairs, probably to call the kids. Tears stream down her face because, from what she knows from Mark's conversation, he is calling her kids. That means that she can't seem to remember many years. But she won't cry because she really doesn't want to alarm them.

Soon Mark, her, and Matthew and Emily, her supposed kids, are in the car on their way to the hospital. The kids are chatting happily in their respective seats.

"Mommy?" Emily asks.

Lexie looks at Mark, asking for some help, "Can I help Sugar Plum?" Mark asks her.

Lexie gives Mark a questioning look, "We call her like that." He whispers.

"No! I want to ask mommy a question," Emily says.

"What's wrong Sugar Plum?" Lexie asks.

Emily looks at her parents and begins to tear up, "Are you hurt again?" she asks her.

Lexie's heart breaks into a million pieces when her apparent daughter asks her that. She doesn't know if she is hurt, but she doesn't care about that, all she cares about is that she isn't ready to be a mom and a slightly undersized three year old is worried about her.

Mark looks at Lexie, he doesn't need Emily reminding Lexie about what just happened. If she forgot it's almost a blessing, "Emily, we'll talk later once Uncle Derek helps mommy, ok?" he asks hoping his daughter won't keep asking. She definitely got that from Lexie.

"Ok..." she sighs

In a matter of minutes they arrive at the hospital. Mark hands the kids to Cristina, which surprises Lexie, Cristina doesn't do kids, and takes Lexie into a check-up room

"Ok, Lexie, Mark told me we are having some trouble here. Can you tell me today's date?" Derek asked.

Lexie ponders for a second before answering, "October 20th." she says. Derek and Mark share a worried look.

"Can you tell me which year we're in?" Derek asks.

"Seriously?" they both nod, "2010?" she responds, but it comes out more as a question. She sees their faces fall to the floor

Mark storms out of the room closing the door as hard as he can. They both wince at the loud sound the door makes.

"What's wrong with me?" Lexie asks, tears are streaming down her face.

"Can you at least tell me today's date?"

"November 28" he says softly.

She looks at him, "What year are we in?"

He sighs, "2017"

Lexie bursts into loud violent sobs.

Derek hugs her softly, "Shh" he soothes. "We are going to take you to get a CT and we will go from there. You don't have to worry just now."

After almost 30 minutes Mark comes back into the room, this time with Matthew and Emily. He looks like he's been crying. "They deserve to know everything that's going on." he says pushing them into the room.

Derek nods "You are actually just in time. If you look here," he says pointing at Lexie's scan, "there is a small bleed." he says and then looks back at Lexie, "You don't need surgery at all. But I need you to take it easy. You can't come to work because definitely you can't help anyone like this." he says placing his hand on Lexie's shoulder. "This will get fixed on it's own. I just need you to take it easy, and just try to remember things on your own."

"Will my mommy get better Uncle Derek?" Emily asks.

"Yes Em, your mommy will be just fine." Derek says, "Mark an we speak outside?" he asks, Mark nods as they both go to the door. Mark is leaving the kids inside with Lexie. "Come on Mattie, Em, let's go talk with your old man, here."

The kids follow them as they close the door.

"Is there something you're not telling me? Or her?" Mark asks he is clearly trying to keep his temper on check.

Derek shakes his head, "No, no, everything is fine, but I don't think you should tell her about what's happened in the past years, especially the past six months. I know that it was hard on her, and also on you and your family, but she needs to heal. Going back will most likely just make her go on reverse." he says quietly.

"But you just said it was the bleed." Mark points out.

Derek nods, "It could be the bleed, or it could have to do with all the stress her body's been through."

Mattie pulls on Derek's lab coat, "What happened to my mommy?" Mattie asks.

Mark just motions his hand allowing Derek to explain it to his kids, "Well... You know how your mommy was in an accident last week right?" both kids nod their little heads, "Ok. Um, the accident hurt your mommy's brain, causing her to forget the last seven years."

Mattie eyes begin to water, he is very smart for his age, and he knows what that means, "So mommy can't remember me or Emily?" he asks

Both Derek and Mark kneel down to be able to be face to face to both kids, mark nods, "Yes buddy, but Uncle Derek said that it will be fixed. You guys don't need to worry at all ok?" They both nod. Mark and Derek stand back up.

"Take her home." Derek orders Mark.

"Wait, so I can't help her remember?" he asks.

Derek nods, "It's better on her own. You can give her details, but we both know that it's better to let patients with amnesia to remember on their own."

Mark lifts Emily and grabs Mattie's hand as he enters back to the room, "Can you tell the chief that I'm going to take some time off. At least cut down my hours. I think it's just better if I stay at home with them as much as I can. I don't need her memory coming back while she's alone."

Derek nods, "Go on. I'll tell him."

Mark sighed, This is going to be a rough couple of days, or weeks, hell even years.

Back at home Lexie can't stop crying, Mark had decided it was best if the kids just stayed at Meredith's for the night. He knows it's hard on her that she can't remember the past years, and having the kids would be just to much.

Lexie makes her way towards Mark. She had asked him to meet her at Joe's at 8:30, and there he was, punctual as usual. She had been afraid at first because honestly she didn't expected him to show up, and much less after having slept with Amelia a couple of weeks ago. She barely knows from where she's getting all of this strength to even look at him.

"Hey" she greets him sheepishly as she takes a sit in front of him.

He nods. Lexie had just a few weeks ago told him to stay away from her and he was trying so hard, but her asking to meet after work wasn't the best way to keep on trying.

"First of all I wanted to apologize profusely about what I said. It was rude and so many other things that you know I'm not like that. You were trying to be a good friend and I just treated you like a stain on the wall." she rambles.

He nods once more and she can see he's having an internal debate, "You are forgiven." he states simply.

She releases a breath, but she knows that what she is about to ask might be a little too hypocritical. "The shooting made me realize some things. Maybe not immediately, but over the past months... and me asking you to stay away last week was just the last piece to make me realize what I want." she sighs, "I want a family, and I have no right asking you for this because I broke up with you because I wasn't ready for a family. I no longer care if I am just twenty-five, many people my age have a family pretty much made by my age. I want to have a baby, and I have no rights asking you this, but would you be the father?" she asks, she can feel her cheeks getting hot and red, and him smirking at her isn't helping matters wise.

"That's it?" he asks sarcastically. "You want me to father your kids?" he asks as he leans back on his seat and crosses his arms across his chest.

She nods, "I want to have a family and life's too short to wait until I'm thirty-whatever. I may not even be alive by then."

Mark's face grows serious, "Don't say such things. Of course you will, and you will be an amazing surgeon by then too."

She tries to suppress a smile, but she can't help it, "Are you saying yes?" she asks.

He nods, "But I just want to know... Am I going to have any kind of custody?"

"No Mark. The kid or kids will be all mine and you are never going to meet them." she says nonchalantly, and then moving to sit next to him and kisses his cheek she smiles, "You are obviously going to have half of the custody, don't be stupid." she whispers.

He smiles, "We aren't together so how are we going to... make a baby?"

She shrugs, "We could try IVF, there are only five steps and it's pretty much the same except that it doesn't involve sex."

"Fine" he agrees, "But with only one condition."

She rolls her eyes, "What now?"

"Maybe a couple actually." he says rapidly.

"What?" she asks getting exasperated by his crypticness.

He looks at her smirking, "We have to buy a house, because no kid deserves to be pulled around from house to house. It can have as many rooms as you need, we can find one with two big separated rooms."

"Fair enough." she says, "What else?"

"No dating while we get you pregnant." He says, "And what I mean is no Karev or other looser. It's you and me even if we won't be together."

"Why?" she asks, "If I want to date someone I should have to right to."

He shakes his head, "Yeah and while you take those fertility drugs we can just let whoever you date get you pregnant."

"True." she says, "Fine, but you can't date anyone either."

"Fine" he says. He's can't be happier, even if he won't be dating Lexie at least he will always have a part of her and she will have a part of him. "Come on." he says.

"What? Where?" she asks more than confused.

He grabs her hand, "To my apartment to start planning this whole whatever."

She giggles as she gets up and hugs him, "Thank you so much. You didn't have to agree to it." she says giving him an out before anything else can occur.

"I want this. You know I want a family and since I met you I wanted a family with you. I don't care about being with you, I mean I do, but a kid is fine too." he says, he knows what he just admitted but doesn't care.

"I don't want you to freak out or think ahead from this, but I love you." she says as the exit the bar.

"I know." he says, "I love you too. May I know from where this is all coming from?"

She laughs softly, "I told you. No more waiting, not for anything and I know we don't work together. We can't seem to get past anything being together, but I know we can do this."

They are sitting on the kitchen eating some kind of turkey sandwich. Lexie is quiet for a moment, staring right ahead, and then looks back at Mark, "We had a conversation at Joe's." she says.

Mark looks at her surprised, "We did." he answers.

"We had a conversation at Joe's. It had been the day of the documentary thing. I had had a rough day, and I realized..." She begins. "I realized that I wanted a family." Mark nods at her, "We agreed on-" Mark looks at her expecting her to continue. She looks like she is about to suffer a panic attack and Mark runs to her side helping her sit up straight. "I can't remember!" she says throwing her arms in the air. "I can't remember anything after leaving Joe's!" she says her breathing getting erratic.

Mark lifts her up and carries her into her room. He lays her on her bed, and begins to run his fingers through her hair. "Breath Lexie... Shh-sh. Don't cry, you need to relax. Remember Derek said you'll get your memory back. Don't worry." he says undressing her and putting her pajamas on and then laying her under the covers. "That's a lot of progress. Things will get better. I promise."

He crawls into bed with her and keeps running his fingers through her hair until he's sure she's asleep. He stands up carefully and head to the door.

He hears a sound between a sob and a whine come from her. "Don't leave me please. Don't leave me."

Mark sighs, "I'll be in my room. It's just across the hallway, last door."

He sees her nod her head and closes the door after getting out of her room.

His phone vibrates against his pocket, "Hello?"

"Hey. How are you guys doing?" Derek asks.

Mark sighs, "She remembered that we talked and that she wanted a family... but she just had a panic attack and I had to carry her into her room."

"That's good! The remembering part" Derek says, "It can usually take a few days to even begin regaining all consciousness. I was just calling to ask you what I should do with Mattie. He's refusing to go to bed before seeing his mom." Derek mutters, clearly stressed out.

Mark laughs a little, "Meredith will know what to do." he said.

"She went out shopping with Zola and then got paged 911." Derek says.

Mark shakes his head, "You are a brain surgeon and you can't make a six year old go to bed? I have faith in you, good luck." he says as he ends the call.

He doesn't make it to his room. Instead he just rests his back against her door and sinks into the floor crying. This past six months are killing him, and he in't sure how he is going to be able to make it through this. He just wants to go back to a year and a half ago and somehow make things better for his family. But especially he wants to make things right for Lexie.

His phone vibrates and he reads the message.

Derek: I hate you...

I know... I hate myself too. Mark thinks to himself.

A/N: Ok! You guys tell me if I should continue or not... I hope you liked it though.

Please review:)