This chapter was not an easy one to write. Writer's block hit me hard! I'm sorry I haven't updated as frequently as I have in the past, I just hope this chapter lives up to the standards I want it to!

Again, thank you for all the wonderful reviews you have sent me! It kept reminding how much I wanted to get this part written no matter how hard it was!

You'll notice I've put some dates in here that I tried to make as accurate as possible, but Grey's time has always boggled my mind so I'm sure there's a mistake in here. Anyways, on with the show!

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Lexie clutched her abdomen and curled up into the fetal position. Hunger pains shot through her stomach. It has been three, no, four days since Wyatt last came up to the attic, but after his outburst he hadn't shown his face. Which meant that Lexie hadn't eaten since the afternoon of her kidnapping. Have they even noticed I'm gone?, she wondered and closed her eyes. Of course they would have noticed she didn't show up for work but people quit or transferred all the time and given her history with certain other doctors, Lexie was sure the nurse's had a pool going on when she would up and leave.

The last few days dragged by, and if there hadn't been the window in the attic she would have lost track of how long she'd been trapped there. Wyatt's absence did however leave Lexie the time to explore her surroundings. The attic was full of dusty boxes in various states of decay, old sports gear, faded pictures and moldy teddy bears were abandoned with her in what she now considered to be her grave.

The next day Lexie began to riffle through the boxes nearest to the bed. Might as well try to keep herself occupied while she slowly faded away. Kneeling on the dusty floor she pulled out album after album and flipped through them. The oldest and mustiest smelling of the bunch showed a young Wyatt standing with a little girl in front of what she recognized to be this house. So at least she knew he grew up here, and that was a start. She studied the two individuals in the picture. Judging by the style they were wearing it had to be at least 25 years ago. Was the little girl in the picture Wyatt's sister? Lexie pulled the photo out of the album and flipped it over.

Moving day 1986

Jim and Alexa

Wyatt looked about 17, at least 12 years older than...Alexa. Huh, this just got a whole lot more interesting, Lexie thought, hell, if I'm going to be stuck here I might as well figure out who this guy is. The next few days she devoted to searching through the albums and other boxes for clues on who the little girl was. Lexie assumed she was Wyatt's sister but nothing she found told her that for sure. As she searched, one of the pictures she came across Lexie recognized the park down the street from Meredith's. Wyatt was pushing Alexa on the metal swing set with a big grin on his face. Not his creepy smile Lexie came to know, but something genuine. It was charming.

Lexie gasped when she noticed the background in the picture. The man in the background pulling his daughter in a bright red wagon was Thatcher Grey. She almost laughed out loud. This was after all her dad's old neighbourhood and it wouldn't be surprising that he'd take tiny human Meredith to the park down the street. Her sister looked to be about the same age as Alexa. Did they know each other?

Suddenly, Alexa stopped appearing in pictures. She just...disappeared. Lexie couldn't find any explanation for her absence in the albums. One moment she was laughing as her brother gave her a piggy back in front of 1987's Christmas tree and the next Wyatt posed somberly alone.

At that moment the lock at the bottom of the attic stairs click open. In a frenzy Lexie threw all the pictures and albums back into the nearest box and folded it shut. The box sat obviously on the floor but she dove back into bed anyways. Hopefully he wouldn't notice she had been snooping. She cringed to think of him finding out. Soft footsteps padded up the steps and once again he appeared at the top. At least he was dressed his time.

"Good afternoon Alexandra," he smiled and approached the bed carrying a shoebox. Lexie missed the charming grins that teenage Wyatt gave her from the faded photographs. "I've brought you gifts!" he said excitedly, and sat at the foot of the bed. Lexie pulled her feet away from him, but Wyatt didn't notice.

"Well aren't you going to ask what I brought you?" Wyatt asked obviously annoyed she had remained silent.

Lexie hesitated before reluctantly humouring him, "What did you bring me?" she asked flatly. She really hoped it was food.

Wyatt pulled a handful of pill sample packets out of the shoebox and dumped them in her lap. "They're for the baby!"

"Pre natal vitamins..." Being isolated from reality almost made her forget she was even pregnant. "How...thoughtful."

"That's not all, look." Wyatt tipped the shoebox to show her the remaining contents and a few books fell out. "I thought you might be bored." No kidding.

She didn't reply but looked through the selection he brought her. Ironically, a copy of Stephen King's Misery lay on her bed. Was it possible that Wyatt had a sense of humour? A sick twisted sense of humour, but a sense of humour none the less. Or possibly it was a warning, the main character did get his legs broken by his captor after all. A shiver ran down her spine. Lexie liked using her legs.

After that Wyatt brought her books and food regularly. It wasn't everyday, but he didn't go more than a day without returning to the attic. Lexie debated each morning whether or not she would take the pre natal vitamins. She kept telling herself she wasn't even likely to live long enough to die in childbirth in this godforsaken attic. And if she was being honest with herself jumping out the window began to look better and better everyday. But despite what she considered her life expectancy Lexie still took the vitamins every morning when the sun came up through the window.


One month. It was one month since Mark first spoke with the police. It was three weeks since they declared him a suspect. Two and a half weeks since the police took him off the suspect list and didn't have anyone else to put on it. And two weeks since there was anything new on Lexie's disappearance.

Seattle Grace was starting to calm down. Gossip didn't revolve her anymore, but rather on the nurse who was getting a divorce because her husband slept with her sister. Life was going on for most of the hospital. Not for Mark though. He felt like one of those zombies in that TV show, shuffling through life on autopilot and instinct alone. Go to work, drink some coffee, cut some people open, drink more coffee, more surgery then go home and hold Sofia tight.

Mark's days all felt the same. As for his relationship with Julia, he hadn't spoken to her since Lexie disappeared. He didn't take her calls, he didn't text her back and when she showed up at the hospital to talk to him he just walked away. It was not a kind way to end things but Mark knew the whole time their relationship was a sham. It was always supposed to be Lexie. But now she was gone.

It was an anniversary of sorts. Not one to be celebrated, but at the very least to be acknowledged. The majority of the hospital had already forgotten about her, even though Mark never would. He wanted to acknowledge this anniversary properly, which brought him to Meredith Grey's doorstep at 3 in the morning. He banged on the door loudly with his entire fist.

Finally, Meredith opened the door. She looked like she had been through hell. Wordlessly she invited him into the living room and they sat down on the couch together. Mark pulled out the flask that was hidden in his jacket pocket and offered it to her. Meredith took a swig and passed it back.

"I miss her" he whispered.

"Me too" Meredith sighed and hugged a pillow close. Soon the flask was empty and the room returned to its former silence. The pair sat together until the sun shone through the front window and Derek came home from an emergency surgery.

"I think I left something upstairs when I was here last, I'm just going to go get it," Mark lied, ignoring the look his best friend and his wife exchanged and made his way to the attic. Even though Avery, Kepner and Karev moved out Lexie still kept the attic as her room and it was exactly as Mark remembered. Her perfume still hung in the air and clung to her bedspread.

Mark stared out the window and across the rooftops of Meredith's neighbours. Little did he know that a block away Lexie was looking right back at him and at her sister's house. It was too far away to distinguish any features or identify who the figure was, but there was someone in her room. Someone over there thinking about her and missing her.

Enough was enough. She was getting out of this place.

An hour later, or at least what Lexie assumed was an hour later, Wyatt returned. He stopped bringing her books, but he still remembered to feed her almost everyday. Today he proudly presented her with a grilled cheese sandwich.

"Here! It's your favourite, Alexandra," he forced the plate into her hands.

"No. I hate grilled cheese. And my name is not Alexandra!" Lexie shouted and stood up from her regular seat on the bed effectively dropping the plate to the floor. It landed with a loud thud, "well, it is, technically, but no one calls me Alexandra!" she expected to see rage in Wyatt's face but he just looked hurt.

"Of course, I'm the only one who calls you Alexandra. That's what makes it special" he spoke so calmly and softly. This only made Lexie angrier.

"Nothing about this is special! You kidnapped me. Mr. Wyatt I am not your sister, my name is Lexie. I am not Alexa!" as soon as she spoke she knew she would regret it. Her words hung in the air and she could see Wyatt processing what she just said.

Then she saw the rage she expected to see before.

"You little whore! Don't you ever mention Alexa again!" spit flew from his mouth as he screamed at her. Lexie swore she saw his face turn purple. He pulled his arm back and slapped her so forcefully her tiny figure was thrown to the floor. She clutched her stinging cheek from her place on the ground. Lexie couldn't believe it was possible to hit someone that hard. Her head was spinning.


This chapter was depressing to write, not gonna lie! What do you think of Wyatt's back story so far? Should I include more or less do you think? I'm never sure with original characters.

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