A/N

Thank you so much for the reviews and such. I actually had some free time today so I figured I'd write another chapter. I've written more than this but I felt like it should be separated into different chapters. Hope you guys like this one.

Onto Chapter 2.


The groups of interns now dispersed with their new residents. Eager to learn something today. Lexie stood separate from the big herd. Still conscious of her new mission, find Meredith Grey.

"Hey. Who you stuck with then?" Sadie's voice rang out behind her.

"Um, Cristin- Dr. Yang. You?" She cursed her lack of professionalism.

Sadie winced.

"That's tough,"

"I got lucky." Puckering her now glossed lips, wiggling her eyebrows.

Lexie frowned, confused.

"Tut. Karev." As if stating the obvious.

"Oh, oh,"

Sadie winked back at her before saying goodbye and following her resident down to the pit.

"You. Brown hair, perky. What's your name?"

Realising she was being talked to, by her resident nonetheless. She replied quickly.

"Lexie," Seeing her resident wasn't satisfied with her answer, Lexie quickly amended her error.

"Grey."

Cristina quirked her eyebrows, probably at hearing the familiar last name. Before dismissing it completely and ordering Lexie to follow her down to the pit.

Never before had Lexie imagined the pit to be this chaotic. People were pushing beds around with screaming patients. Sentences with valuable information were being screamed. Several phones were going off. It was a mess. Weirdly though, it didn't put Lexie off her job. It made her want to help. Without realising she'd been stood like a sitting duck in the middle of the room for several moments. A broad chest smashed into her, knocking her off her feet.

"MOVE OUT OF THE WAY YOU MORON. Jesus Christ!" The voice attached to that chest screamed at her.

"Grey, get out of the way and come over here." The faint sounds of her resident spewing commands at her registered in her mind. She picked herself up and joined her group of fellow interns.

Hours later, the pit seemed to have calmed down a bit, the tension dissolving.

She heard the sounds of a machine beeping furiously. She followed the noise, reaching the patient who was not but five feet away from her.

"Get me a crash cart." It barely registered in her mind that this was her first day and this isn't what she should be doing, not to mention she didn't know what she was doing.

For a moment, a sense of deja-vu hit her, when a familiar voice repeated the same words from before.

"Move out of the way, you don't know what you're doing."

She took three steps back, letting, who she guessed was a resident, take over. What seemed like minutes, but was only seconds later, the beeping stopped and the resident in front of her stared straight at her.

"You again." Blunt must be his way of speaking, she guessed.

"Um." Feeling like a small child being scolded for unknown purposes.

"Look, I get you're an intern, and interns are morons, but you'd be a lot more helpful if you moved out the way and let the real doctors work. Yeah?" He smirked, throwing a patronizing glance at her before moving on and walking towards a different patient.

Apparently arrogance was all this man seemed to possess. That, and horrible manners. It hit her, seconds later, that he was the guy attached to the chest that knocked her over before. The fact that he was extremely easy on the eyes helped fuel her anger even more.

"Don't take notice of what he said. He hates all interns, you're nothing special." A dark haired girl appeared next to her, analysing the chart of the patient in front of her.

'nothing special' clearly this surgeon lacked comforting skills.

"Um, right. Okay." Unsure of how to proceed with this conversation

The girl merely chuckled, looking her up and down a couple of times.

"His names Mark Sloan by the way. In case you wanna avoid pissing him off further, it'd help you knowing his name," She spoke, before adding to her statement.

"I'm Callie, Callie Torres."

Lexie nodded, taking note of this.

"Lexie, Grey."

"Grey? Hm," Clearly, she was familiar with her half-sister too. Apparently everyone in this hospital was. Apart from her, of course.

"Got enough of that around here." Obviously referring to her last name.

"Ha, wait- what?" Utterly confused could explain Lexie right now.

"Ah, nothing," She flicked through a few pages of the chart before closing it and setting it down.

"Future reference. Don't just stand there, do something. There's nothing more irritating than an intern who just stands there, because in case you hadn't noticed, space isn't something we're privileged with in the pit. So using it up by just standing there, is not helpful." She gave Lexie a small smile before walking away.

Lexie nodded to herself. Catching the eye of her resident she decided it was best to stay close to her.


Mark walked up to the nurses station after finishing up down at the pit. It was a stressful day today. Bunch of idiot interns didn't help. He sighed, rubbing his face. Wishing for this day to just finish.

As he looked up, he caught a brief view of a certain red-head. Deciding his day had a possibility of getting better if this conversation went well, he followed her footsteps, watching her go into the supply closet. Perfect. He smirked, looked both ways for any onlooking witnesses, before he entered.

"Chances of this huh." The smugness in his voice making it quite clear this wasn't a coincidence.

She sighed. Already not looking forward to this conversation that was about to happen. She turned around to face him, the displeasure of seeing him clearly shown on her face.

"Mark."

"Addison." Smirk still in place.

"What are you doing?" She sighed.

"I'm looking for supplies, that what's you do in a supply closet. Isn't it?" He mocked.

She, however, was not in the mood to be mocked. Especially not by him.

"Don't be charming." She clicked her tongue, not having any of it.

"Someone's not in the mood today I see. Is it because, perhaps, you found out that your oh-so-perfect husband is sleeping in the same house as his favourite mistress?" The word 'husband' coming out so bitterly from his mouth. Not even bothering to skirt around the subject.

The minute her face dropped he knew he was right on target. Bulls-eye. Blunt and to the point was how Mark preferred to deal with things.

She merely sighed at this. She was tired. Tired of seeing him everyday. Tired of being reminded of her mistake everyday. Tired of the way things turned out. Tired of the fact that she can't ignore Mark, because he's always there. Tired of the fact that her life may never go back to being the same as it used to be.

"You're an ass." Almost spitting the words at him.

"Call me what you want. We both know that doesn't hide the fact that Derek's in love with her. Not you. Not any more, anyway." His face was now completely void of any emotion.

He was beginning to get pissed off though. He was like a lovesick puppy with her. He moved to Seattle for her and she throws it back in his face. Pining after Derek like that. He hated his best friend at times. So he did what he always does. Lashes out. If he has to be miserable, then so does everyone else.

"Hurts doesn't it? The fact that, as you're trying to fix your marriage. He's sleeping next door to Meredith? Who knows what they'll get up?" He taunted. He knew he was pushing it, going over the line. But he couldn't stop

"You broke his trust. Slept with someone else. He's never going to forgive you. Yeah, he'll stay and try to make it work for a month, maybe two. Because he's a good guy. But it won't work. Because he'll still be in love with her and you'll be the bitch who cheated on him. So he'll eventually go crawling back to her, and she'll end up forgiving him. And you'll have to watch them, watch them be togeth-"

"STOP! Just, stop Mark. Okay. You think I don't know this? I do. I know this perfectly. But he's my husband and I love him, so I have to try. I need to try. So just stop." He could tell he'd gone too far. From the broken look in her eyes. The stress showing on her face. He wish he could say he regretted saying all that, but he didn't. He wanted her to feel the pain he felt when she left him.

The silence stretched on for several moments before she broke it.

"You should be thankful Mark."

"Thankful?" He scoffed in disbelief.

"Yeah. He knows I cheated on him because I told him. He doesn't know who with. If I suddenly let slip it was with you, he'd never speak to you again. You'd lose him forever too. He's the only person you have Mark. What would you do without him?" Her voice full of strong and full of certainty. No longer shaky. Almost taunting him.

"You dare-" His face dropped. His voice hostile.

He couldn't lose Derek. Losing Addison was bad enough, but Derek. Not Derek. Not his brother.

"I won't. Just because I know it'd make it harder for him to forgive me if he knew I cheated on him with his best friend. But the next time you decide to be unnecessarily cruel, just remember Mark, you're the lucky one here." Her face taking a hard look.

Was he? Because he didn't feel like it..

With that, she grabbed the supplies she'd left on the side and brushed past him. Slamming the door behind her.

The broken look on Marks face not changing. He closed his eyes. Resting the back of his head on the door. Sighing deeply. Today was going to be a long day.


Lexie was so engaged with pushing her salad around her plate that she didn't notice the seat next to her become occupied.

"Hey."

"What? Oh hey, hi, I didn't realise you were there." Lexie set her fork down, focusing on the person in front of her.

Sadie rolled her eyes. Even after only knowing the girl for a day, she was used to her strange behaviour by now

"So, how's your day been? Anyone drop dead yet?"

Lexie's eyes widening at her blunt question, automatically looking around to see if anyone else had overheard.

"Wha- no. No, of course not. Why would you even ask that?" Sadie merely shrugged at her question.

Lexie turned back to her food, before answering her previous question.

"It's, it's been okay, by the way. I mean, I did have an encounter with that Mar- Dr Sloan, he was probably about as rude as they get, but, apart from that it's- I couldn't complain I guess. You?"

Sadie considered her answer for a moment.

"Has anyone ever told you, you talk to much?" She teased slightly.

"And it's been okay. Not as much blood and gore as I thought, sorta dull. But at least I had someone to take my boredom away." She winked.

Lexie rolled her eyes and chuckled softly. Dropping her head to concentrate on her food.

"Death. Over here!" Sadie shouted from her seat.

"Die." Despite the contrast of the word, it came out with as an endearment.

"Sit." Sadie commanded not leaving room for an argument.

Meredith merely smiled at the blonde, before noticing the person sat next to her friend, eyeing her slightly.

Sadie took notice of this. Realising she hadn't introduced them too each other.

"Death, this is Lexie, Lexie this is Meredith."

Lexie only now lifting her head, realising who the girl Sadie had been talking to was. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Hey, you're an intern right?" Small talk wasn't Meredith's forte but this girl looked scared, and she remembered what it was like being an intern.

"Wha, what? Intern? Yes that is what I am- I'm an intern, yup. Like, like Sadie." Laughing awkwardly, Lexie gave a side-ward glance to find Sadie staring at her in confusion. She hid her face behind her hair, hoping the ground would swallow her whole now.

Meredith laughed softly before nodding. "Okay."

The sound of a tray colliding with the table knocked Lexie out of her shell shock. She sat there, staring at Meredith, intently. Almost as if she was trying to unlock a puzzle. If Meredith noticed this, she definitely didn't comment.

Lexie couldn't believe it. For weeks, months even. She'd been waiting for this moment. The moment that she'd finally meet her half-sister. And now that she had, she didn't even know what to say. Her brain barely registering her and Sadie's conversation. She couldn't handle it, so she said the first thing that came to her head.

"Thatcher Grey." Lexie gulped. Her eyes widening. What the hell was she doing?!

They both turned and stared at her. Meredith pausing mid-conversation. Her eyebrows quirked. She stared at Lexie, befuddled.

"Sorry?" Chuckling in confusion. Meredith's eyes flickering between Sadie and Lexie, silently asking Sadie what just happened. Sadie looked just as confused.

"Um, Thatcher Grey. He's, he's your dad right?" Lexie's voice cracking.

Meredith briefly looked at Sadie before answering.

"Yes?" Meredith tilted her head. Raising her eyebrows.

"Me too," Lexie replied instantly.

Meredith frowned.

"He's, um. He's my dad too. See I'm Lexie. Grey. Which I guess makes us half-sisters. Well not I guess, because I know it does. I just, I don't know. God. I, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to blurt that out."

"..But God! Does that feel good to finally let it out. I've been waiting so long to meet you and tell you. I, I just, it's good to finally tell someone, well tell you. I, I, yeah." Lexie looked up to find an alarming look on Meredith's face. She quickly realised how bad she just handled this situation. She looked to her right, hoping, silently begging, Sadie could say something that would help. The girl looked baffled. She laughed awkwardly. Oh god. Why did she just do that to herself. She silently but desperately prayed to the heavens above that her pager would go off. Something to just take her away from this situation. Anything!

"I, um. I've got a, a surgery, I need to, um, get too. Sadie, I'll erm, I'll speak to you later okay." With that she got up and rushed out the canteen not looking back once.

If she had, she would've seen the broken look on Lexie's face.


"Mark."

He groaned. Couldn't a guy just be left alone for more than 10 minutes. He tries hiding himself in on-call rooms, yet people still manage to find him. Unbelievable.

"What?" He growled. Covering his face with a pillow.

"Move up."

"What?" Taking the pillow off his face, now realising it was Callie at the door.

"Move up, I wanna lie down."

He sighed heavily, clear he wasn't happy in being disturbed. She lay down next to him, staring at his back.

"Mark."

"Mark." She tried again.

No reply.

She nudged him.

He turned around to face her. Huffing.

"What?"

"Wanna have sex?" No emotion behind this. Just a plain, simple question. It was spoke in the way you would ask someone what they were having for dinner tonight.

He stared at her for a couple of moments. Pursing his lips. Before sighing.

"Sure. But I'm pretty tired right now, so if you just wanna hop on and do all the work then be my guest." He sat up, ready to pull his top off.

"Wait." He turned around to see her biting the inside of her cheek. Clearly in distress.

He sensed she had come in here to talk not to actually have sex. He sat back down, crossing his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just that, well." She sighed before carrying on.

"I still don't get it. Why, I mean, why would she leave? Without saying goodbye? She left me, confused. I mean, it was going great and then she left. Just like that! And now I don't even know what to do, I don't know if I'm even a lesbian. I'm, I'm just so confused Mark. Tell me what to do." She pleaded.

Ah, so she came in here to talk about her past lover, Erica. She'd clearly been bottling this up for some time. He sighed, turning on his side to face her.

"Callie. You had sex with a woman. And enjoyed it. Now that might not make you necessarily gay, but it definitely makes you at least bi. My advice? Go to some chick bar, hook up with a random girl and see if you still like that. Then we can deal with the rest another day." He nodded with certainty.

"Now, if that's all, can you please get the hell out. I haven't slept in days and I haven't had good sex in weeks. If that's not enough to put a man in a bad mood, I don't know what is." Already turning on his side to face the wall, closing his eyes.

Still feeling her presence behind him, he could literally feel the wheels turning in her head, and could practically hear her nibbling her lip. He tried to ignore it though.

"How about we go to Joe's later? Get a drink? I need to get trashed." She suggested. Clearly not content with his answer to her problems.

Thinking about it, getting a drink wouldn't be so bad. Beats going home. Alone. To a bottle of scotch and spending the night thinking about Addison.

"Fine. Now leave."

"Okay, okay, I'm going,"

"See you at 9."

"See you at 9." Ending the conversation. Door closing. Finally, time to sleep. That was, before he heard his pager go off. 911. He groaned. Internally cursing everyone for their lack of good timing. Tonight couldn't come fast enough. He need a strong drink and he needed one now.


So Mark and Lexie have had a brief introduction, I promise in the next chapter there will be more scenes. This was more of a filler chapter but it was necessary. Also, Lexie told Meredith! There will be more of a confrontation in the next chapter.

And for anyone worried about the whole Mark/Addison thing. Don't be, I promise Mark and Lexie will end up together. However don't expect Mark to suddenly forget about Addison and move on to Lexie, he needs time. Also I've always liked the idea of Lexie being jealous and I feel like Addison is the only woman she could possibly be jealous of, considering Mark loved her at one point.