So here it is! I'm only just getting back into writing, so you'll probably notice that my chapters are getting longer and longer. Thank you all for the reviews! Poor Lexie is right, eh?

Apparently I can't write fluff. Well I can, but I seem to be a sucker for the dramatic. And cliffhangers. So while this fic began kind of light hearted and fluffy, now it's a little more...well, not. You'll notice I changed the rating (due to language). But fear not! I have been a Lexie/Mark shipper from day one, and this fic will revolve mostly around them and their relationship.

That being said, please do not hate me for what is about to happen. And please don't forget to review this chapter, especially if you hate it!

Lexie slammed the charts down drawing attention from Callie, who was running the ER that day. Dr. Torres raised her eyebrows but Lexie turned away quickly. The last thing she needed was to be interrogated by Callie, who would then tell Arizona, who would in turn meddle in one way or another. And to be perfectly honest with herself, she didn't know whether the meddling would be in her favour, or in Julia's.

In the future, yes, Lexie wanted a family. She wanted to have a kid, maybe two and she wanted a house and most of all, she wanted to be with Mark. But she also wanted her career. It wasn't fair, Mark had gone through all this without having to choose. He was already through his residency and was considered one of the best in his speciality. Lexie on the other hand was still making a name for herself. And who was she kidding, if it were Mark in her place, at this moment in his career, Lexie knew without a doubt what he would pick. So what that she wasn't quite ready now, that did not mean she wouldn't be ready sometime in the future.

She furrowed her brows again. How dare he say something like that to her. The nerve of that arrogant, selfish, sexy sexy man. No. Not sexy. She can't think of him as sexy right now. But through her anger she couldn't help but remember the night before. Even without the bad (but great) sex, it was an excellent way to spend a Valentine's Day. She got to spend it with the man she loved. And even if she wasn't ready yet, she couldn't help but admit she loved seeing Mark with Sofia. He was an excellent father and he would be wonderful with their children as well.

Just not yet.

Lexie turned the corner and almost walked right into someone. "You should be careful Dr. Grey."

"Mr. Wyatt, you're not supposed to be back here" Lexie really did not like this man, or his tone or his presence in a restricted area.

"I told you, call me Jim" he replied and smiled his charming smile again, "I'm sorry I must have gotten turned around. Could you help me find my bearings again?"

"Just go through those doors. I have to go, Mr. Wyatt. Please don't come back here again" she really didn't want to have anything to do with this patient ever again.

While physically his face didn't change, something about his demeanor did. "Thank you Dr. Grey" he said and approached the doors with the blatant Restricted Access message displayed. Just as he was about to open them he turned back to Lexie and said, "Alexandra is a beautiful name by the way." With that, he was through the doors and out of her sight.

Lexie shivered. Who the hell was this guy and how could he have possibly known her full name? What else did he know? She needed to get out of this empty hallway and somewhere out in the open. Somewhere with lots of witnesses around.

She spent the rest of her day going from super pissed at Mark, then completely enamored by him, then extremely creeped out by Wyatt. Finally, her shift for the day was over and Lexie headed out into the parking lot. She dug through her purse to find her keys as she walked by the benches.

"Hello Alexandra," Wyatt greeted from the bench she just passed. Lexie froze. She finally found her keys in the black hole that was her purse, and she clutched them desperately. She faced him slowly.

"Mr. Wyatt, is your arm feeling alright?" she asked nervously.

"Yes, thank you for asking. That young man you sent over sewed it up nicely. Though I admit, I would have preferred if it were...someone else." He sat casually on the bench. Nothing in his body language was overtly menacing, but something didn't sit right with her. Lexie could almost picture him as a cat, if he had a tail it surely would have been flicking back and forth.

Lexie never trusted cats. "Mr. Wyatt I'm glad to hear about your arm. You should go home and rest."

"Excellent advice" he smiled that damn smile again. He reminded her of the freaking Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. "Are you heading home as well?"

"No, I uh, forgot my keys. Goodnight Mr. Wyatt." Lexie took off back towards the hospital. She didn't run, but she walked as fast as her legs would carry her back into the warm, well lit and witness filled hospital.

She immediately sought out Meredith, who was just leaving a patient's room.

"I think I have a stalker."

"What? I know Mark is completely in love with you and always stares, but I wouldn't consider him a stalker," Meredith chuckled and returned the charts to the nurse's station.

Lexie's mouth fell open."What- no, no not Mark. Like a real stalker."

"Are you sure he just doesn't have a crush on you? I mean it's been a little while since Jackson, maybe you should give it a shot. A little light stalking never hurt anybody," her sister suggested before taking off to another patient's room.

"He was waiting for me in the parking lot, that is not 'light' stalking" she said, but Meredith was already out of earshot.

Lexie decided to sleep in the on call room that night. And the night after that. She was afraid if she drove home, she would be showing Jim Wyatt exactly where she lived. On the third night she began staying over at April, Alex and Jackson's new place. There was always someone else in the apartment with her, but she still had trouble falling asleep. When she couldn't sleep she would spend nights doing dishes, dusting and generally tidying up the place. Eventually it became a little too awkward living with her two exes again, so she every few nights she would switch up where she slept. She would rotate between the hospital, her sister's, April's, and once or twice she even stayed over at Callie and Arizona's. Lexie was careful to stay over only on nights she knew Mark was on call though.

Everyone assumed a different reason for why she was staying at seemingly random places. Mer thought she was seeing someone, April thought it was about getting on her good side as Chief Resident, and the boys naturally thought it has something to do with them. She let them all think what they wanted. The key was that she didn't keep a pattern.

In the weeks that followed, Lexie began looking over her shoulder to double check that he wasn't behind her. It started out as just checking when she arrived for work and left for the night, but eventually it became more frequent. Now she couldn't go much longer than a minute without looking.

She saw Wyatt occasionally at the hospital, always with some minor injury to bring him back. Lexie made sure she was never the one to treat him, faking pages to other areas of the hospital whenever he was there. She checked as discreetly as she could on those days to see whether or not he was waiting for her on the benches again. He usually was. His visits to the hospital determined when Lexie would be staying the night in the on call room with the door locked.

As for Mark, she avoided him completely if she could help it. He watched her from a distance, very aware that something was up. Her behaviour was...off and he was sure it wasn't entirely his fault. Mark didn't want to overstep, but finally after a month of her acting like a nutcase he approached her in the elevator.

He wasn't sure how to start, so he pressed the emergency stop button and the elevator hummed in place.

Lexie was backed into the right corner of the small space. She shook her head, "Mark don't."

"Lex, what's going on? I get that you're mad at me, I do, but something's going on with you." Mark watched her carefully. Her eyes looked so big right now, and she reminded him of one of those tiny chihuahuas.

"I'm fine, Mark. Press the freaking button." She was so obviously not fine.

"I know you. You are not fine. I've been watching you Lexie, you look like one of those meerkats on the Discovery channel checking for predators every 30 seconds. Please," he begged, "please talk to me."

Lexie turned her gaze to the floor, refusing to meet his eyes. She did not answer him, and finally he sighed and pressed the button to start the elevator again. When the doors opened with a cheerful 'ding' she brushed past him quickly.

She knew she wasn't fine. As she walked out into the parking lot, for once she didn't look over her shoulder. Her mind was completely occupied with the item she just couldn't quite let go of in her pocket. The tiny, life altering item adorned with a small, nonthreatening smiley face beside the word 'pregnant'.

Lexie was aware of just how not fine she was. At least that's what she thought until she threw her purse into the passenger seat. She didn't hear the footsteps approach her on the wet asphalt from the rain they had earlier. Looking back, she should have heard them. They weren't quiet or subtle. Neither was the car door that slammed when the driver got out as she passed his car.

Or his greeting a moment after her purse landed with a soft 'thud'.

"Hello Alexandra."

Oh crap.

Lexie immediately went from 'not fine' to 'totally fucked'.

Her phone was too far away on the passenger seat. The parking lot was empty, save for them and the hospital was too far away for anyone to hear her scream. She decided to try anyways.

But as soon as she opened her mouth Jim Wyatt quickly covered it with a cloth doused in a questionable substance. Within seconds Lexie's mind went foggy but she desperately fought to remain alert. She felt Wyatt's arms catch her as she began to collapse and with her last bit of consciousness, Lexie pushed hard against his chest and fell to the ground in an attempt to escape.

The last thing she felt before she blacked out was the cold wet asphalt against her cheek.

So there it is. Believe it or not, there will be plenty of fluff in upcoming chapters! What do you think will happen to Lexie? How long will it take for people to notice she's missing? How much are you hating me now? I can't help but stir the pot, sorry!

I would love to hear some feedback on this (good or bad), so please review!