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Note: I had originally intended for this story not to have a happy ending, but I'm softening to the idea of potentially changing my plan. Unfortunately Meredith's fate is already set in stone (Sorry, you hard-core Mer fans!) but I'm thinking that maybe Mark and Lexie deserve their second chance. What do you guys think? Is Lexie tough enough to survive without him or would it break her completely? Is it too cheesy to give them the ending that they deserve? Let me know in a DM or a review!
Chapter 2:
She ducks into the girls' bathroom and leans against the door, fighting back tears. She was hoping that she would go unnoticed, but there's another woman drying her hands at the sink. She looks up and stops. "Hey. You okay?" Meredith asks.
"Mark's moving on. Like, really." The words drain her, leaving her feeling broken and empty. She wishes she were alone.
Meredith looks at her strangely. "Okay, well, that's good, isn't it? Isn't that what you wanted?" Yes, of course it is. That's why she hadn't chased him when she had the chance. That's why she's choosing to be alone.
She nods. "No it's- that's uh, that's great. That's- it's perfect." She's crying now, and she can't seem to stop. "It's per- It's perfect." Her shoulders shake as she slides to the ground and buries her face in her hands. She doesn't want him to move on. She doesn't want that at all. She wants him to be jealous and trapped and, eventually, lonely enough to come back to her. Because that's how she is feeling, and it's unbearable to think that she's going through it alone.
Mark Sloan is moving on. And Lexie Grey is crying on the bathroom floor, wanting nothing more than to be with him.
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Lexie was jolted out of her seat as the plane lurched to one side. The pilot's panicked voice came on the intercom.
"We're having some difficulties with the engine but if everyone could please stay calm-" A high-pitched whining sound cut the pilot off, building until it was like a dull roar in Lexie's ears. Everything was happening so fast. The pilot's voice came on again, his words drowning in static.
"Stay in your seats! The plane-" The intercom cut out with one final burst of noise. Lexie felt frozen. Someone behind her, maybe Arizona, was screaming. Derek was scrambling out of his seat, fighting his way to the back of the plane. The ground was tilting under her feet and nothing felt real.
Suddenly everything went silent, and the plane stilled. It was as if the sky itself was holding its breath.
Lexie had just enough time to sardonically ponder the fact that the chances of being in a plane crash were literally one in a million before the nose of the plane began to tip downwards. Lexie fell to her knees as the ground rushed forwards and terror licked its way through her veins. She heard something, another shout, and registered mutely that Mark was calling her name.
Then the plane hit the ground and the world exploded.
Lexie lost track of how many times she was hit- by a seat, by shrapnel, by the branches tumbling around her- before she finally skidded to a stop face down in the dirt.
The last thing she was aware of was the bright, angry ringing in her ears before everything faded to black.