Chapter One

Lexie walked quickly toward the Resident's locker room, her only thought being on getting home to Mark and curling up on the couch. It had been a hard day and she needed Mark to help her relax. (I just added a little part to help the reader)

In the locker room, she ignored all the orange scrubs in there not wanting to deal with them anymore. They only made her life more difficult, more tedious. If she got in a fight now, who knows when she would see Mark?

After changing out of her scrubs and grabbing her bag, she headed for the front entrance of the hospital; not looking up at anyone going past. They were just blurs to her, nothing more but nothing less. Just metres away from the door, she walked straight into a hard leather clad body and a familiar pair of arms wrapped around her. Automatically, she looked up and wrapped her own arms around him. Finally, she could feel herself beginning to relax and she desperately wanted to lean up and kiss the man she loved.

"Hey," Mark said calmly, pulling Lexie even closer to his chest. He wished silently that they could stay like that forever; holding her tightly in his arms.

"Hi yourself. How was your day off?" Lexie asked softly as she burrowed further into his leather clad chest. He stroked her smooth, brown hair with one hand and hugged her with the other.

Mark smiled down at her as he pulled her in closer. "It was ok. Lonely though. I missed you. How was your day?" As he looked around the familiar front entrance, he frowned. "What's with all the orange?"

Lexie sighed. "Apparently, they ran out of blue scrubs, so the people from Mercy West used their ugly orange ones. Today, today was hard. I was a bitch," She admitted, unable to look at Mark's face. She knew he would be disappointed once he found out about what she had done.

Mark laughed, " You a bitch? Little Grey, you don't even know the meaning of the word." He continued to chuckle and she could feel his chest vibrating with each laugh. It wasn't making her feel any better.

"But I was," She explained, trying to make him see, "There's this resident and she had a notebook and our patient was a criminal. Well, not like the death row criminal; he was only a burglar, but he liked me and didn't like her. So, he stole her notebook and he gave it to me. It was full of all these feel good phrases and I told her I hadn't seen the notebook when she asked me about it. Then I used the same phrases that she had written in her book and she got upset, so she started crying and then I...."

"Lexie," Mark interrupted, "It was a little mean, but not so bad. She just rubbed you the wrong way. Like... Yang rubs everyone the wrong way."

"Mark." Lexie scorned. She was Cristina's friend after all.

"What?," Mark defended, "She does! She can be very scary, at times. Come on, Lex. Did you see Meredith today or your Dad?"

"I saw Meredith this morning. I haven't seen Dad at all yet," she replied, suddenly remembering she needed to visit her father. The poor man was probably very upset she hadn't shown up at all that day.

"Right, much as I'd love to just take you home and do naughty, naughty things to you, you need to go and see your dad. I'll see what Derek's what up to in the mean time. Meet you in Big Grey's room. Ok?" Mark asked, even though he knew his idea was stellar.

Mark kissed her hair as she was still curled into his chest, then put his hand under her chin and tilted her face up to his so he could kiss her tenderly. Lexie moaned and moved her hands up his chest, going up on her tiptoes and deepening the kiss.

"Ok, Lex. We'll continue this at home," Mark whispered, pulling out of the kiss, "You need to see your dad,"

"Right," Lexie sighed, disappointed that the kiss had to end. Already, she was thinking about later that evening.

As Lexie walked away, she noticed four sets of Orange scrubs leaning over the balcony and looking down at the people milling about in the lobby. Lexie, in a much better mood after her Mark fix, just ignored them as her boyfriend steered her towards the elevator.

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April, Reed, Jackson and Charles were standing on the balcony overlooking the front entrance of Seattle Grace. Watching and commenting on each person the past in front of them. The mocked and criticized heartlessly. They would ripe and tare apart any piece of information they could get with the claws they normally left hidden.

April, suddenly spying Lexie leaving, whined, "She's a bitch. She took my notebook and read it."

"April, stop moaning," Reed sighed, "What's in your notebook anyways?" Reed asked curiously, suddenly perking up.

April, who had turned towards Reed when she started to speak, now turned back to watch Lexie. She watched Lexie walk straight into a tall leather clad man. "She's such a klutz. Look at her!" April pointed towards Lexie, and the others followed her finger; staring too at Lexie.

April laughed. But, it shortly ended as the man Lexie bumped into wrapped his arms around her. April was even more surprised when instead of backing quickly away, Lexie looked up and wrapped her own arms around him.

Reed's eyes were glued to the man while Charles and Jackson continued to just look at the couple below.

"Who is that?" Reed asked, her eyes widening with curiosity.

Charles smirked and looked at April. "Yeah, she's a klutz and a bitch but she's hot and taken. What do you think, Jackson?"

Jackson looked back at Charles, smirking himself. "Ah, a challenge. Nice," came the reply.

All four continued to stare at the couple each thinking there own thoughts. Maybe this merger might be more fun than they had previously thought.