Authors Note:Hey guys! I'm not dead! I'm really sorry about this story. For the longest time I would try to write for this and just be unable to come up with anything, then I got a review that sort of inspired me and we got this. I'm also sorry if it's horrible. Read and Review

It was raining in Seattle. Maybe that was a given, but there wasn't much more for Mark Sloan to do other than watch it pour. He leaned on the railing, looking out the large front window at the people going about their daily lives. What would I be doing today? He wondered

His attention was drawn to a young woman with dark brown hair, who was seated on a bench. She didn't have an umbrella, and even though she faced away from him, he could tell she was upset. It was the way her head was bent slightly, one leg tucked against her chest. He couldn't tell whether or not she was crying, but he guessed she was. She reminded him of Lexie.

It's not her. He scolded himself, turning away from the window. Thoughts of Lexie were to be avoided at all costs. They reminded him of smoke and planes, and last words. They made his heart ache. With a deep breath he concentrated his attention on what was happening inside the hospital. He still hadn't met seen anyone he knew, which worried him. Not even Richard had been in, and it seemed like he was always in the hospital.

People rushed pass, for some reason never bumping into him, a blend of scrubs and doctors coats. A young girl was walking through the crowd, looking grumpy. She looked about 13, with dirty blond hair and intelligent eyes. She was dressed in the customary hospital gown, with the addition of an obnoxious pattern of butterflies spattered across it. Her gaze fell on him.

"Hey!"

Mark ignored the call. The girl couldn't see him. She was probably shouting at another doctor, or possibly a nurse.

"McSteamy!"

This got his attention. As the girl got closer, he recognized her as one of the long term patients from the pediatric ward. He'd never actually spoken to her, but he was sure she'd picked up the name from one of his fellow doctors. Discretion wasn't exactly law at Seattle Grace "You can see me?" He asked, torn between excitement and worry. What did all this mean?

She looked just as surprised for a moment, but she recovered within seconds. "Well, duh. Are you a ghost too?" The way she said this, she could have been discussing the weather. She leaned beside him.

"Yep."

"Cool."

It was definitely not cool.

Mark is dead.

Lexie was finding it hard to breathe. It felt like the whole world was shattering around her and there was nothing to hold on to. The news of the plastics surgeons demise, had driven her out into the rain, and to the only place she could think of: The hospital. She was crying, sobbing really, on a bench outside, while they were probably getting ready to put the man she loved in the ground. She needed to be there, but she wasn't sure if she could be. Sitting there while someone else tried to sum up all Mark was in words that seemed empty? Impossible.

Being a doctor, death was something she fought on a daily basis, and she didn't always win. But this seemed like too much. They were meant to be. Mark had said it himself. They were going have kids, and a life together. And then…

You were going to tell him that you were a Time Lord? That you will never die? A nasty voice said in her head. You're not even a Time Lord! You're just a genetic copy of one! Did you really think you could have a life with him?

The sad fact was that human lives were fragile. There was no coming back for them, and for Lexie, there was always coming back. What was the point? Why keep going through life again and again, getting hurt again and again, and losing all of the people you love?

"Excuse me, miss?"

Lexie looked up. She recognized the bow tied man from Joe's and she attempted to wipe the tears from her eyes. "Yes?"

He said nothing at first, taking a seat on the bench. Opening his blue umbrella, he looked at her in a way that made him look much older "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, really." She said, wiping face again. "It's just, this guy I love. Well loved. He died, and he's never coming back. I'm never going to see him again. And now I have to go to a funeral and-" She was struggling for breath again, and tears streamed hotly down her face.

The man put his arm around her.

The water continued to pelt down around them, splattering against the hospital, the cars, and turning the sky a misty grey. The only sound between them for a while was the soft sound her crying, and the sharp taps of rain on the umbrella. Why was she doing this? Here was this stranger putting his arm around her and instead of pushing him away, she was getting tear stains on his tweed jacket.

"People die." He said finally. "They leave us. Every person we meet is like a star in the galaxy of our lives, a pinprick of light, some brighter than others. Then we meet someone. Someone who's like a supernova exploding in front of our eyes, a brilliant burst of light in the night sky. Most stars just dim when the time comes. Not supernovas. No, supernovas collapse in a spectacular display of pain and sadness, forming a black hole. This hole makes you never want to see stars again. It makes you wish you had never seen stars in the first place. Death is not fair, death is not kind. It takes whatever it wants, and it never says please. It's important that we don't let it take away the stars. Never let it take away the stars."

The brown haired woman sat for a moment. Somehow the stranger made her feel safer, better for a reason she couldn't explain. And he definitely knew how to give a speech.

The bow-tied man stood up, straightening his bow tie as he did. "I'm the Doctor." He said, holding out his hand.

"Lexie. Lexie Grey." She grabbed his hand, letting him pull her up. Her hand rose to wipe away the last tears from her face. With a slight snort, she wondered whether Grace would want her clothes back. She was soaking wet.

"I have to go meet a couple friends if you'd care to join me." The Doctor said.

Lexie smiled. "I'd like that." As they walked through the crowded streets a question occurred to her. "So who is that girl you and your friends are looking for?"

The Doctor hesitated briefly. "A supernova." he replied