Chapter one: Accidents Happen This fan fic is dedicated to Slexie. I hope they get back together soon. The story is on what could happen if Thatcher fell off the wagon again. We all know he is a recovering alcoholic whose been sober quite awhile but what if something got him back to drinking?

Once again Lexie seemed to find herself in this situation with Mark. Alone in an elevator with nothing but an awkward silence between the two. Should she make an effort to talk to him? The last time she found herself in this kind of ordeal she almost allowed herself to do something stupid. She wanted so much to tell him to leave the little elf girl Julie, or Julia. Whatever the hell it was. But she'd heard the words stemmed from Derek's mouth. Was she doing this because she wanted him back, or just because he was with someone else? Jealousy was definitely an active part in this but she knew she loved him. And probably would never stop. He was her first love. As hard and heart wrenching it was to love that frustrating man. Luckily she'd made up a paper work excuse that kept her from doing anything wrong.

It'd been a long day at Seattle Grace once again and all Lexie wanted to do was hit the hay. It was sometime after 8. She'd been in a 5 hour surgery today that drained every ounce of her strength after the patient nearly bled out because of her. After taking off the blood drenched scrubs and rubbing off all the sticky red blood in the shower, all Lexie wanted to do was crawl into her bed and sleep until morning when she'd have to come back to the hospital.

The elevator doors opened and Lexie and Mark both stepped forward. They were walking side by side when Mark was the one to break the silence. "Long day?" He asked, reading the tired look on Lexie's face and coming to a conclusion.

"Yeah," She answered with a laugh. "I was on Derek's service. The patient almost died because I slipped up. I'm always letting Derek down. I just can't impress him lately."

"Eh don't beat yourself up. He's not easily impressed," Mark tried to cheer her up with his sparkling smile.

Lexie and Mark laughed together when her phone started going off. Forgetting where she'd left it Lexie began searching her pockets and bag before finding it all the way t the bottom. She whipped it out and excepted the call. It was from her Dad. That was a shock. The man had found himself a bimbo and had barely kept in touch ever since his last trip at the hospital.

"Dad?" She answered, coming to a stop. Mark was leisurely walking with his hands in his pockets, but he stopped when he noticed Lexie do so.

"Wh…Who's this?" The voice slurred on the other line. An immediate red flag went up and Mark must've been able to tell from the strange look distorting her face.

"Dad, it's me Lexie. You called me first. Is everything alright? Dad, what's wrong?" She questioned, beginning to worry.

"I…I'm sorry I don't know who this is…You have the wrong number." He kept mixing up his words while speaking.

"Dad, I don't know what's wrong but I'm coming over. You stay put, don't move. I'll be there soon."

Mark began to open his mouth to ask what was wrong when Lexie clicked out of the call and sprinted into the parking lot. Mark called after her but she didn't respond and was already half way out of the lot. Lexie pulled up in front of her Dads house moments later. She ran up to the door and knocked twice without any answer. She twisted the knob and sure enough the door popped open. Lexie stepped inside, scared of what she may find. She could see her Dad sitting on the couch with his back towards her. What was wrong with him? God she hoped he wasn't pulling an Ellis Grey with early on-set Alzheimer's.

Lexie walked across the wooden floor towards him and clasped his shoulder between her hand in a caring way, "Da?" She began before Thatcher wildly whipped around while screaming. She was so startled that she didn't even see the bottle full of scotch come flying at her face. In the grasp of Thatcher's hand the glass bottle hit Lexie right on the head. The glass shattered and the alcohol sprayed her in the face, in the eyes. The pain was so intense. Lexie fell to the ground landing on her elbow on the hard flooring. A small gasp escaped her and the phone that was still in her hand scattered a few inches away from her. As her body came in contact with the ground, Lexie who was still in shock and barely knowing what had just happened saw everything flash before her very eyes. Her childhood spreading into teenage years and finally college, intern-ship, meeting Meredith, and most importantly…Mark. And just then her eyes reopened. Everything was terribly blurry. She could barely see a thing. In fact she couldn't see a thing. She could even see her father coming at her, drunken and clumsy he was. His foot went right into her abdomen as he kicked her multiple times between her screams, knocking the wind out of her until she finally passed out. That was when Thatcher stopped and staggered to the kitchen, heaving into the sink.

Meanwhile Mark had gotten back into his apartment where Julia was lecturing on something stupid that he didn't want to hear and couldn't concentrate on. He was worried about Lexie. It was driving him so crazy that he couldn't think about anything else. When Julia walked off while still talking to use the restroom he immediately grabbed his phone and dialed Lexie's number. It rang a few times before going to voicemail where Lexie's voice said she was busy and couldn't reach the phone but to try back again later. Mark sighed and waited for the beep to leave a message.

"Hey Lexie, it's Mark. I called because I was worried about you. I just wanted to know if everything was alright between you and your Dad."

Little did he know nothing was alright with Lexie. The loud ringing had awoken her from her unconscious state. The pain was spreading through her whole body as she struggled and strained to drag herself to the phone. She still couldn't see well and she could feel blood oozing down her face from her head. In the background she heard her father dialing 9-1-1. He's drunken voice ringing through the air as he told the person that a robber had just broken in. Was he that drunk that he didn't remember his own daughter? His voice was mixed with the ringing of her phone. She finally lurched forward with all her might, crying out from the pain in her arm, head and abdomen. But she'd gotten to the phone and answered, desperate for help. It was Mark. "Ma…Mark?" She pushed the words out of her throat. It was almost hard to speak. Tears were streaming down her face. Lifting her head off the ground made everything seem to swirl from the aching all over her skull. "Lexie, are you okay? " Mark pressed hearing the hurt in her voice.

"Nuh…No," Lexie cried. "Huh…Help," was all she could push out. Everything was swirling at the speed of sound. She felt high, in a bad way. Was she dying? She could tell when a patient was about to die but she couldn't even tell if she was. Mark started talking but Lexie couldn't hear him over the pulsing in her temples. Before she knew it she was falling back into unconsciousness as she fell forward to the ground. The phone again clattering on the floor as collapsed. Mark screamed for her to answer but nothing came. Terrified, he grabbed his jacket and fumbled into it and ran out the door. Not even telling Julia where he was going as she questioned him. Mak drove like a madman, running red lights, not stopping for signs, and pushing the speed limit all the way to Lexie's father's house. He saw her car and ran up the front stairs, barging into the house.

"Not another burglar!" Thatcher screamed.

"Shut up and stay where you are!" Mark yelled. The scared man did as he was told. Mark looked over and saw Lexie face down on the ground. A small pool of blood collected around her head. "No!" He yelped while starting to cry as he bent down and scooped her up in his arms. Her head and arms hung lifelessly. Her face was blank and pale; a few cuts were still bleeding. Mark brushed his hand against her face. She was alive, just out cold. He lifted her up, holding her like a sleeping princess as he walked out of the house, prepared to drive her to the hospital when he saw lights flashing down the street. Two ambulances and a cop car were driving furiously towards him. He stood and waited as they pulled up next to him. The medics got out and put Lexie on a stretcher. Blood was splattered all over Mark's clothes by now.

"I'm sorry sir, are you the one who called us in?" The young medic asked as he allowed Mark into the ambulance.

"No, not me. I was calling her," he pointed at Lexie, "She said she needed help so I came rushing here"

The man looked confused, "I'm sorry the burglar called you because she was in trouble and you were what going to get her out of here before we could?"

Mark's face dropped from shock and he almost laughed in the man's face. "I'm sorry, what? This woman right here is not a burglar in fact she is a surgeon at Seattle Grace Hospital so please take us there. I don't know what that man told you but she didn't break into that house. She once lived there because she is the man's daughter."

"We got a call from a man who gave us this address and said he was attacked by a woman who broke into his house so he knocked her unconscious." The confused paramedic said as others began attaching the still unconscious Lexie to machines.

"He probably said that because he is a recovering alcoholic who was clearly drunk tonight after being sober for I don't know how long. He's already had a liver transplant cause he drunk the other one into failure." Mark argued back.

"We'll take your word for it for now." He answered.

"Make sure they bring him to the hospital and don't let him out until we get him sober," Mark commanded.

"We'll tell them to do so," The paramedic agreed.

Mark then pulled out his phone and found Meredith's number. "Meredith, its Mark. Are you at the hospital?"

"No, my shifts over. It's almost ten o'clock. What's going on?" She answered.

"You need to get back to the hospital. You're Dad, he…let's just say he fell off the wagon again." Mark said watching the EMT's work. The ambulance then took off with the other cars following them.

"He's drunk?" Meredith questioned, rather surprised.

"Yeah. There's more than that but just get down here."

"Ok, but what do you want me to do?" She asked.

"You need to stay with him until he's sober. I know it sounds crazy, just trust me."

"Alright I'm on my way." She gave in and hung up.

Mark threw the phone into his pocket and focused on Lexie. He kneeled next to her and held her still hand. "C'mon Lexie wake up," He muttered, stroking her blood stained hair, his hysterically tears clouding his vision and judgement.

She started thrashing around, screaming in pain. The monitor started beeping furiously as her heart rate increased. That was when her eyes popped open. They were bloodshot and wide with fear. Her chest was heaving up and down. She must be delirious, unaware of what was going on. The paramedics fought to keep her calm. Her thrashing was just doing more damage to her already strained body. Even Mark was out of line and a third medic had to hold him away from their patient. As one medic tried to put an oxygen mask over her face something surprising happened. Lexie made a harsh heaving sound and thick, dark blood spurted from her mouth. Mark lunged forward knocking the medic over and landed at her side.

"What's happening?" He exclaimed his question.

"I'm not sure,"

Mark lifted her shirt off from her stomach to see deep purplish and yellow bruising all over her stomach. He was a doctor himself, he knew what this meant. Internal bleeding. What did the sonofabitch do to her?

End of Chapter one. Please leave comments, if i get enough positive response i'll continue on with this story.