So, I kinda get what Shonda is doing; she wants Lexie to pine and long for Mark the way Mark pined and longed for Lexie. But if she doesn't hurry her brilliant ass up (or if she even THINKS about putting another man in Lexie's life) I will… do something threatening. DID YOU GUYS SEE THIS EPISODE! DID YOU SEE THE PROMO FOR NEXT EPISODE! DID YOU DIE LIKE I DID! THE LOOKS! THE LONGING! AWHHMUHHHGAHHH!
On another note, thanks so much for all of your support, I was literally laughing out loud at some of the stuff you guys were saying (shout out to Jime-GA-Lover's "lucky bitch" and .II's "patience is a trait of all Slexie shippers (BECAUSE IT'S SO TRUE!)) Please keep up the reviews and the alerts and the messages, they mean everything! Love you guys!
Little Grey's Anatomy
"I love me some cupcakes," Lexie stated, peeling the paper liner from the side of the cake. She smiled at the bright pink icing spread across the top of the chocolate muffin, unaware and uncaring towards the looks of her fellow residents sitting across from her.
"I think I may just have found the answer to world peace," she continued, taking a bite of her lunch, "cupcakes. It's that simple. That easy."
"Drugs?" The curly haired resident on the other side of the table asked, turning slightly to face her best friend.
Meredith shook her head at Cristina, "Oh no, this is a different kind of high."
"A sugar high?" April asked, setting her tray down on the table and pulling her chair out, before sitting down.
"Aw," Cristina sighed, taking a sip of her water, "look at the little virgin, all virginy with her virgin thoughts."
"Kepner!" Lexie smiled at the new addition to their table, "Cupcake?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Karev stated, also setting his tray on the table and taking a seat, "Little Grey is getting laid."
Lexie scrunched up her face at the accusation and shook her head at Meredith, who turned to her sister with a question in her eyes, "First of all, there is no more 'Little Grey.' Second of all, can't I just be in a good mood?" Lexie asked loudly, "Why do you always have to associate sex with my happiness?"
Meredith rolled her eyes as she, as well as Cristina and Alex stated at the same time, "Because your heart lives in your vagina."
Lexie shook her head at their timely and annoying synchronization. It must have been a conspiracy, a 'oh, look little Grey is happy, let's pop her little bubble.'
"I take it back," Lexie asserted, swiping her finger across the top of the cake, picking up some of the pink frosting on her index finger. "No cupcakes for any of you."
"What about your world peace?" Meredith asked light-heartedly.
Lexie placed her index finger in her mouth and cleaned it of the icing, before answering, "Screw world peace." She pulled her finger from her mouth with a 'pop' sound, "This is now a dictatorship. If you want a cupcake, you must bow to me, Lexie Grey, queen of cupcakes."
Karev scoffed, "What were you saying about drugs, Yang?" He reached his arm across the table, making a swipe for a cupcake, to which Lexie slapped his hand away.
"And for your information," Lexie continued, this time focusing on the cupcake in her hand, deliberately tracing each and every curve and crevasse with her eyes, determined to look everywhere but the eyes of her friends. "There is no sex involved in my happiness," she dared a gaze away from her delicious treat and across the table, only to be greeted by looks of skepticism. "My heart does not live in my vagina!" Lexie clarified loudly. She didn't know why she felt the need to justify herself to anyone, much less these people: the post-it marriage, the surgery robot, the serial pervert, and the virgin. Her relationship was none of their business; her life was none of their business. And yet, here she was, trying to convey to these people that this time was different.
This time was different. She knew that, Mark knew that, who cared who else knew it too?
"Whatever you say, Little Grey," Karev rolled his eyes, as he started in on his tuna salad sandwich.
Lexie nodded to Meredith, who in turn pulled the sandwich from his hands and threw it upon his tray. Before Alex could manage even a noise in disapproval, the tray had passed from Meredith's hands, to Cristina's hands, to April's hands, and ended up in front of Lexie.
Lexie took a bite of the tuna salad before turning towards Alex and deliberately placing inflection on each of the words in her sentence as she spoke, "No. More. Little. Grey."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Karev sighed, making no attempt at arguing, having already fought this battle a few times these past couple of days and lost. Instead, he pushed out his chair and walked away from the table.
"Damn, now he's going to try to steal my double heart," Cristina huffed, stuffing the remainder of her lunch in her mouth.
"Double heart?" Lexie asked, taking her time finishing Alex's sandwich.
"Yeah," The curly-haired surgeon stated with a full mouth, pushing her chair back and standing up, "Guy's got a tumor the size of his heart in the right side of his chest, idiot thought two heartbeats for his entire life was 'normal'," she made sure to spit out the word 'normal' with as much sarcasm as Cristina Yang could muster, which, considering it was Cristina Yang, was a lot.
"That's not your patient, that's my patient," April exclaimed, also standing up.
Yang laughed manically, "Not anymore, and every second I spend arguing with you over a case that is clearly mine, evil spawn is peeing all over my territory."
Cristina then proceeded to knock over two chairs, causing a commotion to which all the other occupants of the cafeteria turned to look at, before jogging off, behind Alex. April laughed awkwardly and nervously, as she looked back at the gawking faces. She quickly moved to pick the chairs back up and then continued at a brisk walk behind her competitors.
"You don't want in on that action?" Lexie asked her sister, nodding her head towards the direction in which the three surgeons left.
"And get my head bit off by Cristina?" Meredith asked with a laugh, "I'll pass." Lexie laughed along with her sister, sometimes she wondered how a pair like them got along so well. "Besides," Meredith continued, "while they're all fighting over double heart guy, I'll be in the OR with Bailey doing the equivalent of a quadruple heart guy."
Lexie bit her tongue in surprise, "Ow – A what? What is it?" She asked eagerly.
Meredith shook her head, "Nope. No, no, no, I'm not telling you, Lexipedia."
"Why not?" Lexie asked offended.
Meredith laughed, "Because then you're going to swoop in with all your Lexipedia knowledge and try to steal my quadruple heart!"
Lexie shrugged, "This is true. But why aren't the vultures all over this?"
"Same reason you weren't," Meredith smiled, "they don't know."
"Touché," Lexie finished the sandwich before sitting back and stretching her arms over her head. "Well, I'm off. Back into the big bad world of plastic surgery."
"How's that going, by the way?" Meredith asked, genuinely concerned for her sister's well being, "You and Mark?"
Lexie couldn't help the smile that spread across her face, her intense 'cupcake' happiness coming back in full swing, "We're good, really good."
"Good," the older Grey said sincerely, "you know I'll never admit this publicly, but I've been rooting for you guys. I think you made the right choice." Lexie felt her jaw fall open, like she had lost all control of her mouth. If she had been drooling, she wouldn't have been able to help it.
"Close your mouth, I'm serious," Meredith laughed.
"I don't know if I should be excited or mortified that you condone my life choices, Meredith Grey." Lexie stated in good humor.
"All I'm saying is, you two aren't the same when you're apart," Meredith started to explain, "Mark Sloan, dirty whore or not," Lexie made a disapproving face, of which her sister ignored, "he's the reason you and I are sitting here right now, talking, as sisters. And while I didn't approve at first—"
"That's an understatement," Lexie mumbled, interrupting her sister.
"While I didn't approve at first," Meredith repeated, placing emphasis upon the words 'at first.' "You guys make each other better, and all that other crap. I don't know, you're just, you're Mark Sloan and Little Grey."
Lexie attempted to keep her face as serious as possible, but at her sister's approval and support, she couldn't help the smile that appeared upon her face for the umpteenth time that day, "That'll cost you a sandwich."
Lexie sighed, pressing the elevator 'down' button before leaning her head against the cool tiled wall. It had been a long day, with the reconnecting and the surgeries and the incessant mocking and gossiping from her friends and coworkers, all she wanted to do was go home and sleep for days.
The elevator dinged, signaling its arrival. As she heard the doors open, Lexie pushed herself back off the wall, keeping her gaze downcast as her fatigue continued to plague her body and mind.
"Hiya, gorgeous," Lexie smiled as she heard his voice address her, before she could even raise her eyes from the floor, her feet guided her into his arms. She lifted her hands and tugged the collar of his signature black leather jacket, a hand gripping each side, pulling his face close to hers. His hands instantly found their way to her hips. She raised herself on the tips of her toes, meeting his lips slowly and softly; so much different than the kisses they had shared earlier that day, and yet, just as intense.
As she pulled away, she pressed her cheek against his chest and felt his arms encircle her, holding her close to his heat, close to his heart. She could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke, "I could get used to greetings like this."
She laughed against his chest, "You better," she mumbled as his arms squeezed her gently before releasing their hold on her body. She took two small steps away from his frame; close enough to grasp his hand lightly, but not too close as to cause awkwardness if others were to enter the elevator.
"So what are your plans for the evening, Dr. Grey?" Mark asked, keeping his eyes forward, towards the elevator doors, as he mindlessly brushed his thumb back and forth, across the back of her hand.
Lexie shivered as the movement shot sparks up her hand and through her entire body, she managed to find her voice to respond, "I was hoping to do something with my boyfriend—" her voice carried off as the reality of what she just said throbbed in her head and reverberated off the elevator walls.
Sure, she had mentally accepted that he was her boyfriend, as fantastical and improbable as that seemed, but she had never voiced it outwardly. Now, the first time that she had actually admitted it out loud, that she considered Mark Sloan her boyfriend, had been in front of the plastics attending himself. They hadn't worked out the specifics, per say. Maybe he didn't consider her his girlfriend yet. Maybe she had to pass a variety of tests to prove she wasn't completely crazy, to prove she was in it for the long haul this time. She couldn't blame him for that. She couldn't blame him for needing time.
She could have tried to explain herself, sure; she could have tried to talk her way out the hole she had just dug, but she was exhausted from this day, she was exhausted from this week and month and year. She was tired, and if she was going to get this out in the open, it was best to do it as soon as possible.
So, instead of opening her mouth, instead of lying, instead of playing games, she let the words sink into the silence of the elevator, stared into the eyes of her possibly-boyfriend, and waited for his reply.
"I think," the attending stated, pulling her hand so she had to take another two steps closer to him. "I think," he repeated, "that you should ditch your boyfriend, he sounds like a square."
"A square?" Lexie asked, not sure where Mark was going with his banter.
"A square," he clarified. "See the term boyfriend is just so, so immature."
Lexie nodded slowly, putting the pieces together in her head. He didn't want to label whatever they had between them, he needed time to watch her, to judge her, to see if she was in this for the long haul, "Immature," Lexie choked out, "right."
"What you need," Mark continued, either unaware or choosing to ignore her inability to speak without teetering on the verge of tears. She shouldn't be crying, she couldn't cry right now, at this moment in front of Mark Sloan. She didn't have the right to cry, he had every right to deny her existence, and at this point she was lucky he was even speaking to her after what she put him through. "What you need," he repeated himself again, whether he kept up his repetition for intensity's purpose or because he didn't know how to let her down gently, she didn't know. "Is a manfriend."
Lexie blinked back the tears in her eyes, before laughing, "Manfriend?"
"Manfriend," Mark repeated, pulling her firm against his side, "it's so much more mature, more definite, more long term. Plus, it paints me in a better light, don't you think? I'm a man, Little Grey. Let me feel like a man."
Lexie let her tears run down her face, her laughter radiating through the elevator. He lifted her chin with his index finger and pressed his lips briefly against hers. She was almost completely positive that he had no idea why she was crying, but she adored the way he understood her, the way he took care of her; in the midst of her insanity, he was her rock, through good times and bad. This time was different.
"That's presumptive," Lexie finally managed to state, as the doors opened, she wiped the undersides of her eyes with her free hand and they began to walk out of the elevator.
"What is?" Mark asked, still holding his girlfriend against his side as they walked.
"That I was talking about you when I mentioned my boyfriend," at Lexie's comment, Mark stopped walking in the middle of the hospital's entryway, halting Lexie as well.
"Manfriend," he clarified as he leaned in close. She felt his breath on her cheek and her eyes fluttered to a close. Before she knew it, she was kissing Mark Sloan in the middle of the hospital, in front of an empty lobby with very few onlookers. But as her hands made her way to his scruffy cheeks, Lexie Grey felt as though she could be kissing him anywhere in the entire world, in front of anybody at all, and not give a damn.