I've been thinking of this idea for a long time, so I hope you like it. It's just a one shot for the moment but if you like it I'll turn it into a multi-chapter. The story starts the night after 'The lion sleeps tonight' and is an AUish story. Main events are still there I just changed some stuff. Hope you like.
5th April 2012
He is sitting on the floor, when he hears the knock on the door. The T.V. is blaring but he isn't listing to it. He is clutching a glass of wine, but the alcohol has had no effect on him. This is his third glass, but his mind is as clear as before his first. His aim in drinking had been to forget but instead the alcohol has just made his memories even clearer. He stands up, setting his glass down on the carpet, softly. He moves to the door, wondering who is knocking on his door. Julia left hours ago, to go somewhere of other and it is past eleven. He pulls the lock down and swings the door open.
His brow creases and he blinks. It can't be. Can it? Lexie, his Lexie, standing outside his flat? "Hi." She ventures, nervously. Her voice is quiet and Mark still cannot believe she is standing outside.
"Why are you here?" He asks, and his tone is harsher than he intended.
"I...just can't seem to stay away from you, Dr Sloan." Lexie's voice gets more confident the longer she talks.
"Come in." He gestures and she brushes past him and into his flat. He doesn't know why he is letting her in, but it is like she has never left. "Do you want a drink?" Mark's voice reaches Lexie's ears and she turns around and Mark can see the sadness in her eyes.
"Why did I let you go?" Her question takes Mark off guard and for once he is speechless. He splutters but no understandable words spill from his mouth. "Why?" She repeats, her eyes drifting to his. "I had you and I let you go. We both let go. It was stupid of me, though, because I'm never going to move on." She stops and takes a deep breath, waiting for Mark to kick her out. But he doesn't. He just stands there, transfixed.
"Why did I let you go?" He echoes after a while. He shakes his head. "I really don't know why." Lexie shakes her head too.
The minute hand on the clock creeps further and further towards midnight. They have been standing in Mark's flat, staring at each other, for a long while now, neither one of them wanting to make a move, and maybe ruin the moment. "You look so right in my flat, like you belong." He tells her, wistfully. Her head drops.
"I used to belong here, not…not anymore. I don't belong anywhere anymore- no wait I do belong somewhere, I belong in your arms but well that's never going to happen so… that's lost forever." Lexie states, her voice melancholy. Mark takes a step forward and then speaks.
"Why did you come?" Mark asks, and he waits with baited breath for an answer.
"I don't know, I really don't know. Maybe it was some last ditch attempt to get you back, who knows?" She laments. Marks stares at her, trying to work out if this is a joke – that in five minutes Lexie will leave, shouting behind her 'April fools!'. But the truth is written all over her face. She wants him back. But he's with Julia now. She can't have him back, no matter how much Lexie and Mark want that to happen, it can't. She will never be his again.
His face falls, but he still speaks. "We can't go back, you know. We crossed that bridge a long time ago, and there's no going back." Mark says, shaking his head – so wanting to say the opposite but knowing it to be impossible.
"Please tell me you're lying." Lexie pleads, but her whole demeanour had changed, she had seemingly shrunk and her eyes look even sadder. Mark shakes his head again. "Sorry." Lexie speaks the one word carefully and precisely. She walks towards the door, but she brushes past him. Mark grabs her arm and drags it so she is facing him. He doesn't understand what made him just do that, but now their faces are barely centimetres apart and there midriffs are touching, sending Mark's desire wild. "Oh god." Lexie whispers, and Mark knows she is feeling exactly as he is.
He leans down and gently captures her lips with his own. The kiss is soft, as if it is the first time they have kissed. They kiss until they have to break away to breathe, how Mark wishes they didn't have to. "Oh god, Mark. This feels so good but…" She trails off.
"But what?" Mark asks, already knowing what Lexie is about to say.
"It's wrong, you're with Ju-" He cuts her off by kissing her again. "Mark!" He smiles.
"I don't care as long as I have you." He tells her, and Lexie knows it's the truth. Lexie dithers and breaks away from the kiss. She runs her hand through her hair, and weakly smiles.
"Oh what the hell." She mutters, just before cupping Mark's head with her left hand, grabbing him around the waist with her right hand and kissing him. The contact is driving them both crazy. Mark starts undoing her pants, whilst Lexie undoes the buttons on his shirt. Lexie breaks away and pulls her t-shirt off, discarding it. Mark uses the time to strip his shirt off and undo his pants and remove them as well. Now they are standing in just their underwear. Mark grabs her around the waist and pulls her towards him. "Are you sure?" Mark whispers between kisses. Lexie pulls out of the kiss. She puts her hands on his hips and smirks suggestively. "What do you think?"
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6th April 2012
Lexie stretches her arms out wide, and one lands on something moving. She opens her arms, and sees Mark – snoring gently – lying right next to her. She smiles, after last night she isn't surprised he is out for the count. She sits up in bed and she realises that this feels good – very good indeed. She glances around the room to see that it has barely changed since she lived here. Suddenly she feels an arm on her leg. Her eyes snap down to see Mark awake, and his arm on her leg. "What's up?" Lexie instantly knows something is wrong with him, the light is his eyes is duller than usual.
"This-" He gestures around the room and then at Lexie. "Is wrong. I've got a girlfriend, who isn't you." He sits up, and stares at Lexie, who's smile has slipped from her face, to be replaced by tears.
"But last night, I told you it was wrong, that you were with Julia, and you said - let me think - that you didn't care as long as you had me. What's changed?" Lexie pleads for an answer. Mark climbs out of bed and starts searching for his clothes, most of which are scattered far and wide.
"Nothing. I just realised what an idiot I was last night." Mark tells her, and his tone is cold and unemotional. Lexie stands up, and starts gathering her clothes as well, scowling.
"You are such an idiot." Lexie confirms, real anger seeping into her tone. She finds all her clothes after extensive searching and dresses quickly. Mark is dressed and sitting on the sofa, his hands clasped in front of him.
"I think you should leave." Again his tone is cold. Lexie puts her shoes on and stands up.
"Bye." She tells him, wishing she had the courage to say more to him. She turns on her heals and opens the door and slams it behind her.
Mark stares at his hands, wondering why he made her leave. It hadn't been what either of them had wanted but it was what had to happen. They had tried that before and he had always hurt her. He could hurt her again, he couldn't take that chance. So he had made her leave. But he hadn't wanted her to leave at all.
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24th April 2012
There are dark bags around her eyes, as she hasn't slept since that night, and she keeps having nightmares when she finally does. Lexie is searching the cupboard for a blanket for her patient. She lets out a triumphant 'aha' when she finds one, hidden behind the cupboard. She straightens up and nearly screams when she feels a hand on her shoulder. She snaps her head round to see a face she's been avoiding for the last two and a half weeks. He isn't smiling. "Dr Grey." He nods, in acknowledgment. Lexie scowls at him. "You've been avoiding me." Mark states, when Lexie tries to push past him.
"Well, it's perfectly understandable why I don't want to see you're idiot face!" She shouts, the anger that has been welling up inside her for the past two and a bit weeks finally spilling out. "You sleep with me and then think it is perfectly understandable to tell me it was a mistake in the morning. It isn't! Okay, it isn't right to just order me to leave when you realised how much you cocked up!" Lexie berates him.
"Well, you can't just blame me for this situation, can you? You had sex with me too, remember?" Mark counters, his voice just as angry. "You knew I had a girlfriend and you turn up to my flat and beg to sleep with me!" He shouts.
"I didn't beg you to do anything! You're the one who dragged me back and kissed me!" Lexie fumes. To her anger, Mark laughs.
"You're pathetic, with your little excuses." He speaks in disgust. " 'I belong in your arms' – how pathetic." He mocks, and Lexie can't help blush. "I'll give you one thing, it was pretty good sex-" His words infuriate her even more, and before she knows what she's doing she reaches out a hand and slaps him hard across the cheek.
"How dare you!" She screams. She wouldn't be surprised if the whole hospital was listening to their conversation - that was how loud they were screaming. "You know, sometimes I really hate you!" She fumes.
"Well, good to know the feeling's mutual." Mark retorted, and it stung. "I have to work, you know, some people have to." She feels an itch to slap him again.
Instead of leaving like he said he would, they just stand there, staring at each other. "How have we ended up having a slanging match in the supply cupboard?" Mark asks, and the anger has seemingly evaporated out of his voice. Lexie shakes her head, suddenly feeling a little feint. She tries to walk away but she stumbles and falls. Mark catches her. "Whoa, there Little Grey, don't feint on me." Mark tells her, concern filling his voice.
"I'm fine, I just skipped breakfast." She tries to get out of Mark grip but he's holding her to tight.
"Lexie." He mutters. He pulls her closer. "Lexie."
"No, Mark, no." Lexie begs, but only half-heartedly. He leans down and kisses her, and Lexie almost melts in his arms.
The door to the cupboard flies open, and Lexie and Mark fly apart – Lexie's dizzy spell is forgotten in their haste. Mark curses under his breathe when he sees who is standing in the doorway. Derek. "Care to explain?" Derek asks, his voice low and angry. Neither of them speak. "No wait, you don't need to explain - you were just about to have sex in a cupboard, classy." Derek tone is still low.
"I can explain-" Mark tries to speak but Derek cuts in.
"How the hell can you get out of this one?" Derek replies, furiously. "Even though you're Mark, I still thought you could keep in your pants now, turns out I was wrong. What will Julia think, Mark?" Mark's eye darted to his best friend.
"You wouldn't." Mark speaks.
"You're sleeping with your ex behind her back. I think she deserves to know." Derek informs him.
"We weren't going to sleep together." Lexie interjects. Derek laughs.
"Really?" Derek says, incredulously. Lexie nods.
"He kissed me. That's all." Derek stares at Mark, shaking his head.
"Like I said, can't keep it in, can you, Sloan? Well, if it really was that innocent, then look me in the eye and tell me you haven't had sex with Lexie whilst you've been with Julia." Derek proposes. Mark flicks his eyes closed, and then opens them. He glances over to Lexie, a guilty look in his eye. Derek laughs, when he realises that Mark can't. "Well, I guess I should expect it from you, but Lexie! I thought you had more morals than that." Derek stares straight at his sister-in-law and shakes his head. "How many times?" Derek asks, angrily. He is met by silence. "How many times?" Derek asks again.
"It was just a one-night-stand!" Mark shouts, frustrated. Derek laughs again.
"And that's enough!" Derek retorts. "You shouldn't be sleeping around if you have a girlfriend." Derek preaches.
"Don't tell her. Please don't tell her." Lexie pleads. "It was just the once. I promise you, I won't be making that mistake again." Lexie tells Derek in disgust. Derek shakes her head again.
"Give me one reason-" Mark cuts his friend off.
"I will not sleep with her again." Mark articulates. "I promise you." He solemnly swears.
"Okay…but you better not do it again. And if you do, I will tell her." Derek begrudges. Lexie pushes past Derek and out of the cupboard. She flees, running as fast as her feet will carry her. "I can't believe you." Derek says, in loathing, to his friend after Lexie has gone. Mark frowns and walks away. Derek shakes his head.
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Lexie feels her phone buzz in her pocket. She is on her way out of work, after a long day. She hasn't seen Mark or Derek since the scene in the supply cupboard. She has received a text. She opens it and almost swallows her tongue. It is from Meredith. 'You remembered we're having dinner, tonight, at the house? I don't think you have. Be at the house at 5.30. Mer.' Oh god, she has to sit through dinner at Meredith's, and Derek is going to be there, as they are married and share a house. Oh god.
She arrives at the house dead on five thirty. She rings the bell and a couple of seconds later, the door swings open. Derek is standing the doorway. "Lexie." His tone is sharp.
"I'm sorry-" Lexie starts.
"Let Lexie in Derek, she'll think we're inhospitable." Derek stands to the side and lets Lexie walk into the house.
"Look, Derek, I'm sorry-" Lexie apologises.
"Save it." Derek cuts her off and walks away. Lexie follows him, and sits down at the table. Meredith is still in the kitchen, making adjustments to the food.
"So…where's Zola?" Lexie asks, noticing her bubbly niece isn't here.
"She's over at Callie's, she's having fun with Sofia. Mark's there." Lexie winces at the mention.
"Look Derek, leave it, will you?" Lexie hisses. "It's over, okay?" Lexie hisses again.
"What's over?" Meredith asks, casually, as she sweeps into the room with their food.
"Nothing." Lexie covers, shooting daggers in Derek's direction.
"Okay." Meredith says, awkwardly. "Dig in."
The dinner is eaten mainly in silence, apart from a few sporadic conversations here and there. Meredith notices that the atmosphere between her husband and her sister is rather frosty. She watches the pair, for the duration of the meal, and then broaches the subject after they've finished the dessert. "Right, are either of you going to tell me what's going on?" Meredith inquires. Lexie's head snaps up, thinking that Derek told her. Derek smiles warmly at his wife.
"What do you mean?" Derek asks, feigning ignorance.
"Don't act the fool, Derek, you know what I mean. You and Lexie. The frostiness. I thought you liked each other?" Meredith asks, quite annoyed at Derek's reaction.
"I do like her." Derek points out. Meredith laughs.
"You are such a bad actor. Now tell me." Meredith notices that Lexie hasn't spoken. "Lexie?" She is met by a wall of silence.
Derek takes a deep breath in. "Well, the thing is I was talking to Mark-" Lexie explodes, standing up.
"Don't you dare!" Lexie exclaims. She storms out of the room, and a few seconds later they hear the slamming of the door, and then a car screeching off into the distance.
"Care to share?" Meredith asks. Derek shakes his head.
"I can't. I promised." Derek tells his wife, apologetically.
"Well, I won't tell anyone." Meredith objects. Derek shakes his head.
"Sorry." He stands up and leaves the room.
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3rd May 2012
Mark is so engrossed in his phone he nearly doesn't realise she is standing in front of him; nearly but not quite. He isn't surprised when she speaks. "Thanks…um…for today. For letting me…um…" She trails off. Mark looks up from his phone and then replies.
"You did a good job in there." He tells her, looking back down at his glowing phone.
"Thanks." She tells him. He slips his phone into his pocket and moves from his place leaning on the wall, to face her.
"You okay?" He asks, noticing she looks a bit dodgy. He sees her eyes flick closed for a second before she speaks again.
"I love you." She says, but evidently she hasn't meant to say the words out loud. Mark has to stop his mouth falling open in shock. They haven't spoken since the argument in the cupboard that Derek walked in on. Where was this coming from? "Oh, god, oh my god." Her panic is almost infectious. Her hands are in front of her in a defensive gesture. "That just came flying out of my face, some kind of… I…I…love you. I just…" Her hands fall from in front of her and she slightly turns away from him, in another defensive gesture. She makes a noise that he doesn't catch and turns back to face him.
Her hands fly out in a questioning gesture. "There I did it again. I…I…I…I love you. I do, I just…I love you and I have been trying not to say it. I have been trying so hard to mash it down and ignore it and not say it and…" She points to her left and Mark eyes follow her hand. "Jackson is a great guy. He is…he is gorgeous an…and he's younger than you and he doesn't have any grandkids or babies with his lesbian bff and he doesn't walk out on you when you sleep with him, he's an Avery and…and he likes me." She pauses, slightly, watching Mark's reaction to her comment. "You know? He really likes me but it was never going to work out because I…I love you." She says, gesturing at him.
"I am so in love with you an…and…and you're in me…you're like a disease. It's like I am infected by Mark Sloan." She tells him, pointing with both her index fingers at him, before laughing. "An…and I can't think about anything or anybody and I can't sleep." Her voice goes quieter with the amount of pent up emotion that is flowing through her words. "I can't breathe and I can't eat and I love you. I love you all the time, every minute of every day." She pauses slightly, again. "An…and…I…I…I love…you." She hesitates. "God, it feels good just to say that. I feel so much better. I love you. But you hurt me when you-" She is starting to tell him something else, something that he is desperate to hear, when Julia appears.
"Mark, you ready to go?" Julia doesn't notice Lexie, but Lexie sure as hell notices her. Mark leans towards Lexie but she shakes her head, gestures with her head at Julia and walks off. Mark reaches after her but then Julia's voice brings him back. "Mark? You ready?" Mark nods and they link arms and walk off, but all Mark can think about is Lexie's confession that even after what he had done she still loved him. A part of him rejoices, but then he realises who he is with – his girlfriend.
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14th May 2012
Lexie holds the little white stick between her index finger and her thumb as if it is a bomb. She has never thought three minutes was a long time – that was before today. It's make or break time. She turns the stick so the screen is facing her – two pink lines as clear as day. She is a doctor so the test was only conformation of something that she'd been thinking about for the past two days. She is pregnant. With Mark Sloan's child. Oh god.
Lexie is still glued to the sofa when Meredith arrives home. "Lexie, are you alright? You look really pale." Meredith's tone is full of concern. All Lexie can managed in reply is a nod. Meredith comes over to the sofa and sits next to her sister. "Are you su-" Lexie cuts in, realising it was now or never.
"I'm pregnant." Meredith's mouth drops open. Lexie reaches for the stick and hands it to Meredith.
"And are you okay with this?" Meredith asks. Lexie shrugs. "The father? Jackson? Wait how many weeks are you?" Meredith inquires.
"Not Jackson. I'm six weeks." Lexie manages to tell her sister.
"So, the father?" Lexie tries to avoid the question. As a distraction she notices that Meredith is still clutching her car keys. "Lexie?" Meredith's voice is soft and concerned.
"A one-night-stand. It should have never happened." Lexie tells Meredith the truth – but only a slither. Oh god if Derek finds out, he'll make the connection, Lexie suddenly realises.
"His name? Does he know? He deserves to know. Do I know him?" Meredith asks.
"He doesn't know, and I swear to you he doesn't deserve to." Lexie tells her sister, venom in her voice.
"You didn't answer all of my questions. So I'm guessing you don't want me to know his name because I know him, right? So is it Karev? Jackson – wait you said it wasn't Jackson. Oh god…" Meredith suddenly pales. "Please don't tell me it's Derek. Is that why you were both acting weird when we had dinner?" Meredith asks, her voice just above a whisper and filled with horror.
"Mer, I wouldn't sleep with your husband. Derek isn't the father." Lexie calmly puts her sister's fears at rest.
"Good, I just…I don't know." She says, shaking her head, colour returning to her cheeks. "Is it Mark? No, he's got a girlfriend, you wouldn't." Meredith says, almost to herself – which Lexie is very relieved about as she turns as white as a sheet when she asks if it is Mark's. "You're not going to tell me are you?" Lexie shakes her head. "Why doesn't he deserve to know?" Meredith asks.
"He hurt me." Lexie admits.
"What he hit you?" Meredith's snaps round at Lexie's comment.
"No, he just broke my heart." Lexie also admits, her voice a little louder than a whisper.
"Oh, I'm sorr-" Lexie interrupts her sister.
"Don't be, I'm fine." Lexie stands up and walks off, leaving Meredith alone. Lexie turns around when she get to the door. "Don't tell anyone, that includes Derek. Okay?" Meredith goes to interrupt but Lexie shoots her daggers.
"Okay."
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17th May 2012
Lexie sitting at the back of the plane, staring at the back of Mark's head. They've been on the plane for what seems to Lexie to be a lifetime. Mark hasn't noticed her staring, and Lexie is glad for this, as they haven't talked since Lexie declaration of love, and before that they hadn't talked since the argument in the supply cupboard. She has no idea why she said what she did, but she feels quite at peace with herself now – now that Mark possesses all the facts, well almost all of them. Lexie hasn't got around to telling him that he's going to be a father, again.
Lexie reaches and grabs a folded up piece of paper out of her breast pocket. She opens the paper and scans the text. Instead of telling him in person, she wrote him a letter that she is going to give him. She tucks it back in to her pocket. She unbuckles her seatbelt and stands up, but before she can get to Mark and give him the letter, her stomach drops and someone screams. The plane is crashing. The plane is crashing. Oh god.
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Lexie can hardly breathe, but it helps her a lot knowing that Mark is there – holding her hand. "I love you, I'm always gonna love you, always." Mark says, and Lexie is so happy that he is finally telling her. Her stomach hurts so much and she knows that even if there's a miracle and she survives, she's lost the baby. She laughs slightly, softly, at his words. "Which is why you need to stay alive, okay?" Mark asks her, and she feels some outrage. What the hell does he think I trying to do- survive so I can love him, Lexie thinks. She nods. "Lexie, believe. We're gonna have an amazing life together. We're gonna be so happy together. You can't die. We're supposed to be. We're meant to be." Mark tells her and he sounds so sad, so broken.
"Meant to be." Lexie whispers sadly, and it takes almost all her effort to say the words. Using up the rest of her energy, Lexie reaches out her hand and pulls out the letter, she slides it into his pocket when Mark is preoccupied with something else. She feels so tired, so she just falls asleep.
Mark turns back to face her, and all the fight in him drops out of his feet. Lexie is dead. He reaches out and closes her eyes. "I love you, I love you, I love you!" He shouts, the tears starting to flow down his cheeks. "I love you."
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18th May 2012
He is sitting on the floor. The T.V. is blaring but he isn't listing to it. He is clutching a glass of wine, but the alcohol has had no effect on him. This is his third glass, but his mind is as clear as before his first. His aim in drinking had been to forget but instead the alcohol has just made his memories even clearer. He is still wearing his blue jumpsuit from the plane; he can't be bothered to change. He hasn't slept since she died. It's then he realises that there is something in the breast pocket of it, something that wasn't there when he put it one. He reaches and pulls the paper out. His mouth goes dry when he realises that writing on the front is Lexie's. His Lexie. He reads the letter.
Mark,
I have no idea if we're on speaking terms at the moment. We haven't spoken since I told you I love you. I do, I really love you. I tried to be angry at you, remember – we just ended up kissing. There's something I need to tell you. Read it, then we can talk about it when we get off the plane. Okay? Please don't come up to me after reading this and confront me on the plane, please.
Okay, here we go. I'm pregnant, Mark, pregnant, and as I haven't slept with anyone else after you, you're going to be a dad again. I had no idea how to tell you, cause we really aren't on the friendliest terms, are we?
I will be fine if you want to deny it's yours because you don't want the whole hospital knowing you cheated on Julia, or maybe you want you and Julia to work out. I don't know. I'd like you to help, and I know how much you love Sofia, so I hope you can love our child just as much.
Before you shout at me for not telling you, I only found out myself two days ago. I mean I'd guessed but the test made it real. I'm pregnant with your child. I know we need to talk, but after we get off the plane, okay.
One more thing, I love you.
Little Grey
Mark sits, dumbfounded by the letter. Lexie was pregnant when she died. Pregnant, with his baby. Wait, does Meredith know? Or Derek? They share a house, it would have been hard to hide something that big. He has to find them, to ask them if they knew about this.
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He stops outside their house. He is angry, but he is weighed down with sadness. They were a step closer to having the dream life Mark had talked about, but he had had the love of his life ripped from him and now his unborn child as well. She could only have been six weeks when she died, and the plane had crushed her abdomen. She must have known that their baby had died.
He gets out of the car and walks slowly up to the door. None of them have gone back to work yet. Mark got out scot free – no injuries. Derek's hand is pretty smashed up, though. Arizona has lost her leg and of course Lexie has lost her life.
He brings his fist up to the door and knocks. A couple of seconds later, the door swings open and Derek is standing in the doorway. "Can I come in?" Mark asks, his voice low and sad. Derek nods, and the men walk into the house. "Meredith here?" Mark inquires. Derek nods. They get to the sitting room and Meredith is sitting on the sofa, thinking.
"Mer, Mark's here." Meredith looks up and the pair most affected by the tragedy exchange weak smiles. Derek turns to his friend. "You alright?" Mark considers lying, but then he realises that it is futile. He isn't alright, so why should he lie about it? He shakes his head. Derek joins his wife on the sofa, leaving Mark standing up.
"I came here to ask you something." Mark ventures. The couple look up at him. "Did…did either of you know that…" He can't bring himself to say the word, though he knows he has to. "Lexie was pregnant?" The question comes out in a hoarse whisper. Derek's head snaps up.
"Do you think if I did I wouldn't have gone straight to Julia and told her the truth?" Derek asks, forcefully. Mark shakes his head.
"Wait, what's Julia got to do with this?" Meredith asks, confused. "I knew she was pregnant, what's it got to do with you Mark?" She asks another question.
"You knew?" Mark asks, his voice still a whisper. "It seems you both knew half of it." Meredith still looks confused, but then she makes the connection.
"You got Lexie pregnant, whilst you were with Julia! You cheated on your girlfriend with Lexie! That why she wouldn't tell me who the father was, it was you. Wait, what do you know Derek?" Meredith questions her husband. Derek looks up at Mark.
"That they slept together." Derek admits. Meredith is about to say something else when Mark cuts in.
"It was once. I told it was a mistake in the morning. Made her leave. I hurt her." Mark confesses. Meredith and Derek look at him, Derek's eyes are full of pity, and Meredith are angry but sadness is also there. "I love her. Still." Mark discloses. He turns and leaves. Meredith and Derek are still sitting on the sofa.
"He got Lexie pregnant." Derek says, as if saying it will make it more believable.
"He loves her." Meredith speaks, her tone amazed. "He really loves her. Still."
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When he gets back to his flat, Julia is there. "I thought we should talk, we haven't in a while." Julia tells him. They walk into his apartment in silence. Mark sits back down on the floor. Julia takes the sofa. "Did you love her?" Julia asks, and they both know who they're talking about.
"I still love her." Mark admits. Julia looks at him.
"Did you have an affair with her?" Julia asks, with tiredness sweeping into her voice.
"No." The one syllable answer is short and to the point. Julia sits back in surprise.
"So you didn't sleep with her at all whilst we were together?" Julia asks, incredulously. She had heard all about Mark's reputation before they got together, so she had been surprised to find that he had fallen in love with someone.
"You said whilst we were together. I take we're over?" Mark asks, avoiding the question.
"Of course we're over. You're in love with someone else. I have to let you go." Julia announces.
"Even when that person is dead?" Mark asks, and Julia doesn't know that this the first time he's talked about her death.
"Did you sleep with her?" She asks again, after a while. Mark nods. "So you had an affair?" Julia asks, tiredly.
"No, it was a one-night-stand. Just one night." Mark speaks sadly. "She was pregnant when she…when she died. With my baby." Mark speaks, and Julia doesn't know if he is talking to himself or her.
"Mark, I'm so-" Mark interrupts her.
"I don't need your pity." Julia stands up and walks out. Mark is on his own, he has lost everything of meaning to him. He has lost his Lexie.
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