After re-watching most of the seasons of Grey's, I really felt the urge to write for Lexie and Mark, and I still miss them :(. Hope you enjoy this story!
This first chapter takes place after the plane crash, and will eventually make a time jump so that we can see Lexie become an attending :).

Sometimes things are simply out of your control.

You can't change the,. You can't bend them to your will.

It doesn't matter if you're already 45 minutes late.

Your hair isn't brushed,

You haven't made breakfast

And you're hemorrhaging brain cells while you sit here.

Dying. Dying inside.

"Lexie! Lexie stay with me!" the doctors shouted. Lexie was laying, in a way that she felt so lifeless. So helpless. So many different things attached to her, so many people touching her. It wasn't supposed to be this way. It should be her on the other side, and a patient that she was supposed to be desperately trying to save. She shouldn't need the saving.

But that wasn't her concern. Her concern was Mark. The man that she loved, was probably in no better condition that she was in. He was probably being poked and pinched and everything was probably bothering him as well.

"Mark... Wh-Where's Mark..." Lexie weakly let out. She had the energy to do that, but no more. After she let out those words, she felt a little bit of a slip, but came back quickly.

"M-Mark? Mark!" Lexie said. It was like she got a weird second wind. She couldn't make anything of it, just that she was happy it was there, and that she could keep demanding what she wanted.

"Where is Mark Sloan? And the rest of the people on that plane. Where are they?" one doctor asked. He worked quickly, and was a surprisingly good doctor. Especially being that they were practically in the middle of nowhere, and the civilization that they were used to was thousands of miles away."

"He's in surgery right now. And the rest of the doctors have been stabilized and admitted." the nurse said. She shot a look to the doctor, and then at Lexie. Oddly enough, this all seemed like a nightmare. Like Lexie was going to wake up, and she was going to be fine. None of this is happening. It's too surreal. Lexie kept repeating to herself, trying to convince herself that it was all going to be okay.

"Okay, Mark is in surgery right now, but you'll get to see him soon. I promise." the doctor repeated. Gosh you're so stupid. Lexie thought. She knew what was going on, what they were all talking about. Even though she kept going in and out of consciousness, from what she could hear, she could understand pretty much all of what they were saying. She was a doctor after all.

"Alright let's sedate her and take her up to x-rays and get her checked out." one doctor said. A different doctor. Not the same one that talked to her like she was some idiot.

"Alright, Lexie. We're going to give you a shot and you're not gonna remember any of this." the doctor repeated. All the more reason she thought he was a moron.

After that, all she saw was dark, and all she could think about was the man on the table. Her man. Laying on that table helpless while people were picking out his insides. It bothered her to no end.

Meant to be. Lexie thought as she was slowly losing consciousness. She kept thinking of those words. If they both got out of this alive, she knew what was coming for them. At least she could hope.

So, what did you think? Leave a review and let me know how you think this is going, or if you have some suggestions!