AN: I want to thank everyone who helped me on this story. Taylor, who read and reread this story over and over and told me what needed fixing, and helped me endlessly! Bethany for giving me advice and being so sweet and supportive, and also telling me what I needed to fix! You all rock, and I will always appreciate it. You girls are amazing! Any mistakes are simply my own! I hope you all enjoy the story!

Chapter One: Just a Ride

She was reckless. And that was not a term ever associated with Lexie Grey but in this instance she was reckless, and a woman almost lost her life because of it. She pulled her legs underneath herself as she sat in one of the waiting areas. She had been stupid to think they could practice on each other and actually get away with it. Sadie almost died and it was her fault. What kind of doctor does that?

It was late and raining as it always was in Seattle, but she didn't want to go home. She hugged herself tightly hoping she could somehow disappear, or curl up just enough so no one would see her.

But he saw her from across the hall. Doctor Sloan had just finished his last surgery of the day. He had heard what happened that day and why Lexie Grey was sitting by herself in the waiting area. She looked like a lost kitten. A hot lost kitten but a lost kitten nonetheless. She looked so appealing sitting there all curled up on the chair, and she looked cute. He shifted uncomfortably as her eyes locked with his and she most certainly saw that he was staring at her. He just hoped she didn't realize how long he had been standing there.

He watched her study him from across the room, and then she put her feet on the floor and was making her way over to him.

"Dr. Sloan."

"Dr. Grey," he answered.

Neither spoke at that point. She was staring at him so intently, almost willing him to say something. She felt like she was going to fall apart at any moment but was trying to remain strong. She didn't even know why she had approached Dr. Sloan. He had been there and he had been watching her. He must know about the interns and what she did.

"I don't want to go home," she stated, her eyes never wavering from his. She was now realizing just how handsome Mark Sloan was. And intimidating. Very intimidating.

"Why are you telling me this, little Grey?" Mark inquired.

"I want you to take me home,"

"But you just said…"

"With you,"

She nervously shifted her feet trying to make it unnoticeable.

"I'll call you a cab," he reached for his cell phone but a little hand on his wrist stopped him.

She couldn't believe she was being this bold. She was never this bold. She couldn't even tell George of her feelings and now she was asking Dr. Sloan to take her to his place.

"I'm sure you heard about the interns, and while you might think I'm crazy or a secret cutter….or can't stand up for myself, and tell people how I really feel…or maybe you don't think that at all, or maybe you don't, I don't know what you think…"

She saw a small smile emerge beneath his stone cold features, and she couldn't believe how she just rambled on like that in front of him. She as trying so hard to be strong here and she was failing miserably.

"I get it, I'm an intern, and not very attractive, why would you want to take me home with you? I apologize Dr. Sloan," Lexie said curtly and turned on her heel to go back to her previous position of curling up in a ball by the window, but his words stopped her.

"Dr. Grey. You have 5 minutes no longer, no less, to meet me outside. If you're not there, I leave without you."

And as she turned around to speak to him, he was gone.

Mark walked quickly to his car. He knew Derek was already gone so he wouldn't see Lexie get into his car, but still if he found out he was taking her home, and not her home, he would kill him.

Why Lexie Grey? He couldn't have her which made him want her even more.

He checked his watch. She had 45 seconds and if she wasn't out here he was going to leave. A small part of him hoped she wouldn't make it. Then he wouldn't be responsible for anything that happened next.

There she was 15 seconds later running in the rain, and he pulled up to the curb, opened the door and yelled "Get in!"

She hopped in and he sped out of there as if someone had lit his ass on fire.

It was unbearably silent for the first few minutes. Both lost in their own thoughts, and not really knowing what to say. Mark knew she was in a vulnerable state and normally he wouldn't mind it if a wounded deer threw herself at him, but this was Lexie and she was off limits.

Before he reached the Archfield he quickly made the decision to pull off to the side of the road.

"What are you doing?" Lexie asked, perplexed.

"We can't do this," Mark stated without looking at her.

"Do what?"

"This. You're little Grey. I can't take you back to my place," he was holding on to what little resolve he had left.

He tried so hard not to look at her.

When she didn't say anything, he didn't know what to do. Tell her to get out? Make her walk in the rain? He wasn't that much of a jackass.

Was he?

Then he heard a small plea come from her lips, barely audible."Please?"

And He looked at her.

"Fuck." he swore and started the car up again.

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The Archfield was a beautiful hotel but definitely not someplace to call home.

He motioned for her to go first, and he quickly followed her and shut the door. He had no clue what to do next. He was hoping she would say something. After she whispered please, it took all of his strength right there not to pull her on top of him and kiss her senseless.

Lexie felt very awkward since he hadn't spoken a word after he swore in the car and perhaps she shouldn't have asked him to take her here.

Now she had no clue what to do.

She turned around to find him staring at her.

"Can I use the bathroom?" She blurted not knowing what else to say.

He didn't speak, simply nodded as she darted past him, and swore she heard a slight intake of his breath as she passed.

He took her absence as a way to put as much room between them as possible. He had a large hotel room but there were only so many places you could go. He took off his jacket and poured himself a drink. This was going to be a long night.

When she came out, he was sitting on the edge of the bed and motioned for her to help herself to the liquor.

"Thank you," she said.

"You're welcome."

"Not for the drink…" Lexie stammered.

Sometimes it was hard for her to voice her thoughts.

"For bringing me here."

What was he supposed to say to that?

She took a sip of the amber liquid and let it burn her throat all the way down.

"Sit down Grey," it sounded harsher than he intended but she didn't seem to notice.

She sat opposite him on the sofa behind the coffee table, and pulled her feet up to curl underneath her.

"You do that a lot," Mark noted.

"What?"

"Curl your feet underneath you,"

"Yeah, I…I guess I do,"

Silence.

"Grey…" Mark started to say when she stopped him.

"I almost killed someone today," And then she looked up. Her heart was beating out of her chest and he was just staring at her.

"That's right Grey. You acted foolishly and almost killed someone. Actually, you were stupid. I never pegged you for stupid, Grey,"

"That was unnecessarily harsh," she concluded. "But I deserve that,"

He stood up suddenly which prompted her to do the same.

"You shouldn't be here," he ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

"I know it's inappropriate. You're my teacher and I'm your student. Although I'm sure, you'd never want me for a student seeing as how I almost kill people. I probably shouldn't even be a surgeon because no surgeon acts as carelessly and recklessly as I did.

The tension between them was palpable. Neither one moved.

"I have to stay away from you."

"Why?"

"Derek asked me to…Meredith was concerned."

"Meredith? She's one to talk. I don't care about Meredith. She can take her concern and focus it on her own messed up life. But she's not going to determine who I sleep with," she ended and realized maybe she shouldn't have said the last part.

"We're not sleeping together," Mark said louder than he probably should have.

"Because Derek told you not to?" She waited. Then maneuvered her way around the coffee table so she was within inches of him.

"Yes, you're little Grey," he affirmed and crossed his arms in front of him.

"We don't have to have sex. We can talk," she smiled innocently and reveled in the fact that he appeared to be unnerved by her mere presence.

"Why did you ask me to bring you here?" Mark asked as he went to pour himself another drink.

"To see if you would actually do it," she hadn't meant to say that but it was what she was thinking. He could have easily said no but he said yes for a reason. So, what was his reason?

"What is this? Some kind of game?" he asked now getting angry.

"No, of course not," she answered, now nervous by his changing tone. She hadn't meant to make him angry.

"I don't know what the hell I'm doing," she affirmed, now getting frustrated with herself. What was she doing? She felt like she couldn't keep a single emotion straight. She felt guilty and ashamed about Sadie, yet when she had seen Mark standing there looking at her all she could think of was how much she wanted to go home with him. Talk to him. Be someone to him.

"I should take you home," Mark said as he finished what was left in his glass. "Let's go, Grey," he picked up his jacket when she spoke.

"Why did you say yes?" she asked with genuine confusion at the fact.

"You looked like a lost kitten," he said after moments of silence.

"What?"

"Nothing, nevermind. Get your stuff, let's go," he said more forcefully as he opened the door.

"No," was all she could say.

"No?" he repeated as he slammed the door shut and walked quickly in her direction. "You don't get to tell me no. You need to leave. Now." Their faces were inches apart, and she could smell his cologne, and liquor on his breath.

"I said no," she said quietly since he was plenty close enough.

"What am I supposed to do with you?" he said it more for himself than her but she chose to respond anyway.

"I don't want to be alone."

There it was.

She didn't want to be alone.

She didn't want to go to Meredith's, or see George.

She wanted to be at that very moment, with Mark.

"Damnit, Lexie, you didn't ask me to take you here so we could talk to one another. You were feeling sorry for yourself and decided since my reputation precedes me, that I would take you home and have sex with you," he moved a little further away from her. Her smell was intoxicating and he didn't know how much more he could take.

"You said my name," she smiled.

"Your point?"

"You always call me Grey, or Little Grey, but you said Lexie,"

"That is your name, isn't it?" he said exasperated and walked farther away from her and swiped his hand over his face. What the hell was he doing? This was getting more confusing by the minute. He should have left her at the hospital and moved on. She was nothing special.

"Dr. Sloan, I would appreciate it if you told me why you said yes, and please don't use animal references that make no sense," she added and sat back down on the couch, as if saying she wasn't going anywhere.

"Fine. You want to know the truth. Here it is," he said as he made his way back towards her but stopped before he reached the couch.

"You always want something you can't have and that is exactly what has happened here. I can't have you, therefore I want you. You looked sad and I wanted to take you back to here to relieve you of that sadness. It's what I do best," he sighed and looked away.

"I don't believe you," she leaned forward. "Even though you want to, you won't sleep with me, but every other woman you take home you sleep with."

"I'm not touching you," he confirmed.

"I didn't ask you to, just sit with me," then she paused. "Please."

There it was again. That small, quiet plea for him to do what she says. He didn't know what it was but when she spoke to him like that, he felt weak.

"I want to get to know Dr. Mark Sloan," she said with a smile and genuine interest. And they talked for hours. Occasionally switching positions, him on the couch and her lying on the bed, him on the bed and her on the couch. Other times he would stand and she would watch him speak. It was different. For the both of them. Neither expected to talk all night, especially Mark. He found himself actually enjoying it and enjoying her company.

It ended at 2:21am when Mark looked over and found Lexie with her eyes closed and her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm to indicate she was very much asleep. She looked innocent, and beautiful. And he was glad he did not taint her. She was untouched.

He placed a blanket over her sleeping form and moved a piece of hair away from her face.

"Well, shit,"

It was all he could say.

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