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I don't own Grey's Anatomy. They belong to ABC and who ever else. I know that isn't me. I just want to play with them. I promise I'll put them back right where I found them.

Chapter 1

He watched not fully understanding what was going on. It had to be a chick thing. They danced. He watched. They stopped, had more tequila. Then danced some more. No, he didn't mind the dancing at all, he enjoyed watching it, as long as they didn't ask him to join. It reminded him of his days when he use to go to the clubs with his dad, way back when. But this was better. The girls at the bar were always skanky groupies. These chicks were hot. And he was content in his spot on the couch, in his pajamas, with his feet up on the coffee table, beer in hand.

"Come on dance with us," Meredith smiled. She extend her hand towards him. He grinned, but shook his head no. "Come on, Alex dance with us."

"I don't dance. Unless you wanna do that other kinda dancing?" Alex smirked.

"That's okay dirty Uncle Sal."

"Huh? Who's Sal?" Lexie looked at both of them confused.

Alex and Meredith looked at her and just laughed. When the song finally came to an end, Meredith plopped onto the couch to Alex's right. Lexie shrugged, stumbled a bit, then finally settled into the couch to the left of Alex.

"No one.." Alex stood up and picked up his empty beer bottle. "I'm getting another one, do you guys want anything?"

"I'm good." Meredith picked the bottle of Jose Cuervo. The bottle had about a quarter left. Meredith just drank it straight down. "And she's a light weight. I think she's had enough."

"Hey. I'm not a lightweight. Just give me a minute. The room is moving..." Lexie tried to get up, but decided against it.

"See lightweight."

Alex got up and padded his way towards the kitchen, leaving the girls behind.

"Come on, lets keep dancing."

"In a minute, I'm just waiting for the room to stop spinning. I think it's almost done."

"It's okay. Never mind. We can do something else."

"Like what?" Lexie giggled.

"I think I have an etch-a-sketch in the basement. I can get it and you can show me your wonderful, excellent skills."

Lexie laughed. "Now your just mocking me. Mom always like my drawings. But I guess moms are suppose to be like that."

Meredith shrugged. "I wouldn't know. Mine hated everything I did."

Lexie who was giggling moments before, suddenly got quiet.

"Lexie are you okay?" Meredith cautiously asked.

"You never even go to say goodbye."

"Goodbye?"

"Goodbye to Mom."

"Lex, it's okay..."

"No it's not! Molly told me how mom talked about you. She told me that she really enjoyed your company and that dinner you guys had. Molly told me." Lexie rambled. She took a deep breath and continued. "She told me how Mom would buy you groceries and how she wanted to work up to cooking for you. And that she wanted you to come over for dinner with all of us. So we could be like a family. Then she had hiccups... It's not okay."

"It's okay. I was never good at family things. Besides, it's late. And you have to get some sleep. You have to get up in a few hours for your shift."

"It's not okay. We can go to the cemetery. Now. Remember, I did it with her cat. Let's go. Just for a bit. I promise we won't stay long. Please."

"Lexie..."

"I miss her. And you never got to say goodbye."

"Lexie."

"I did it with the cat. Just half an hour. I promise I won't ask you to do anything again."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah." Meredith got up and grabbed her coat from the coat rack by the door. "Alex. were going out for about an hour. Don't wait up!"

Alex barreled out of the kitchen and slammed his newly acquired beer on the table by the door.

"No, no, no..." Alex grabbed her wrist and wrestled the keys out of her other hand. He held them just out of her reach.. "You can't drive."

"I can drive. The state of Massachusetts says I can. And it's my car." Meredith opened her wallet and showed him her driver's license.

"You know that's not what I meant." Alex replied. He looked down at the license and laughed. "Hey, nice hair. You weren't kidding about the pink."

Meredith looked down at the picture and realized it was really old. She still had pink hair. At least Derek never saw that picture, and if she had her way no one else would. Meredith quickly snapped her wallet shut, making mental note to make time to go to the DMV, and change her picture and the address on her license to something more current.

"No. You two aren't leaving the house." Alex said firmly. "It's late, you guys are wasted."

"We have to go. She never got to say goodbye to Mom." Lexie cried.

"You can say goodbye tomorrow. Your mom will still be there..."

"You can't keep me hostage in my mom's house." Meredith stated. She poked Alex in the chest as she annunciated every single word to get her point across. "Even if you block the doors, you don't think I know how to get out of here?"

"Ow." Alex rubbed his chest, "Stop poking me." He turned to Lexie. "I'll drive, and you stop crying or we aren't going."

He had a couple of beers, was slightly buzzed but no where near as intoxicated as his two friends. "Okay?"

"Okay." Lexie smiled. She quickly gave Alex a peck on the cheek. "Thanks."

"But there's no crying, and no talking about feelings, and getting all etrogeny on me. Or I'm going to turn around and go home."

"Estrogeny?" Meredith questioned.

"Are you coming or not?" Alex asked.