Surprise, update on a Friday instead of Saturday! :D I'm leaving town this weekend and won't have access to Wifi so I'm publishing now instead.
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A big warning for this chapter. I know this kind of topic is very sensitive to embark on and I hope I did a good job anyway. If you are sensitive, I recommend you to skip that part or this chapter all together. And if you have anything really bad to say to me afterwards, I would appreciate if you didn't say anything at all. All I can tell you is that this thing won't happen again in this story.
Hope you will stay with me after this. It will get better for Mark and Lexie, I promise. Please don't hate me.
On with the story.

Lexie looked out through the small window of the helicopter. The sound from the propellers would have given her a hearing loss if it wasn't for the earmuffs. The place was a mess. There were small fires pretty much everywhere and the houses didn't exist anymore. That last bomb must have been very effective. She still didn't understand why they were taking her here though. Mark would be dead by now anyway. Maybe they wanted her to identify the body. She didn't understand African and they were bad at english so they had a hard time communicating with each other. But she would identify Mark's body and then she would go home and move on with her life. Just like Mark would have wanted.

The helicopter landed and they led her to an area a few miles away. She had no idea where they were taking her or why. No one told her anything. And she was too scared to ask the questions.

They soon reached an open area. Nothing was there. No houses or anything. Just two people. Two men. One laying on the ground and moving around in pain and the other one standing over him. Pointing a gun at the man laying down. Lexie recognized them both immediately. Gary Clark and Mark Sloan.

They pushed Lexie to move closer to the two men. As they noticed her approaching them. Mark looked up at her from his place on the ground. He was already bleeding from another gunshot wound. "Lexie! What the hell are you doing here?" He asked in a panicked voice that made her heart break. "You shouldn't be here. Go home!" He yelled at her.

Lexie still couldn't speak. She was in some sort of shock. She looked between Mark and the gun that was pointed at him. One shot and he would be dead.

"You killed my Alison." Gary Clark said in a low furious voice. "You killed my wife. And now I'm gonna kill your boyfriend." He told her.

A single tear escaped Lexie's eye and slowly ran down her cheek. She shook her head. "No… Please. Don't. Kill me instead. Let Mark live." She requested. "Please. He doesn't deserve this. It was my fault. Kill me." She repeated and took a step closer.

"Lexie, no!" Mark yelled at her. "I love you. You don't get to do this." He said and shook his head. Lexie saw that he started to look a little pale. She realized that even if Gary Clark would let him live, he probably wouldn't make it anyway. "Lexie. It's too late for me. You have to let me go." He said and started to get more tired. "Just one shot and it will all be over. I'll wait for you on the other side." He told her. "I love you." He said and closed his eyes and leaned back on the ground. He was ready.

Lexie was just about to protest when Gary Clark fired the gun. The gunshot hit Mark in the chest, right in the heart. He died immediately.

"No!" Lexie screamed as tears started to run down her face. "No! No! No!" She screamed even louder and ran over to where Mark was laying. She put her hands over the wound and pressed hard to keep pressure on it and stop the bleeding. "Mark! Wake up! Wake up, honey! Don't leave me!" She cried out. "Mark, please. You- you can't do this to me." She said as she started sobbing. "Please, Mark." She whispered and let go of the pressure. It was too late. Mark was dead now.

"No!" Lexie screamed as she sat up in the bed in one swift move. She was panting and she could feel fresh tears on her cheek. She glanced around the bedroom and realized it was just a nightmare. The same nightmare she had been having for the last weeks.

Ever since the hospital shooting, Lexie had been having nightmares about it. She was getting more and more worried and upset because Mark hadn't called for three days now. She knew she was overreacting. But after all, it was Africa. And he was in a war zone. She automatically assumed the worst.

She took a moment to gather herself before she got out of the bed and walked in to the bathroom. She made her way over to the sink and splashed some water on her face. She looked up at her reflection in the mirror. "He's not dead. He is still alive." She tried to reassure herself. "It's just technical problems or something. The phone is just not working. He will call soon." She said even though she didn't believe it.

She sighed and got ready for another day at work. That was pretty much all she could do to keep her mind off of Mark and his possible death.

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Lexie spotted Owen Hunt by the nurses station. She took a breath and made her way over to him. "Dr. Hunt?" She asked and put her hands in her pockets.

Owen turned around and smiled at her. "Dr. Grey." He greeted and put his pen away. He noticed that she wanted to ask him something.

"I just…" She started and sighed since she didn't really know what to say.

"You just… What?" He asked and raised his eyebrows at her.

"Mark hasn't called for three days. And I'm starting to get worried." She admitted and looked up at him. "You've been at war before. What could have happened? Besides you know… Death." She asked. She was really worried now and hoped that Owen could sooth her somehow.

Owen sighed and looked down. He wanted to find something soothing to tell her but he honestly couldn't really find anything. "Well… It could be that the phones are just not working due to a storm or something. Or they have been evacuated." He suggested. "But I will tell you this." He said and looked her in the eyes. "Three days are nothing out there. Give it a week and if you haven't heard anything, and I mean anything, by then, you can start freaking out." He told her and placed his hand supportingly on her shoulder.

Lexie listened to him and thought that what he said actually made sense. She nodded her head and sighed. "Yeah. I'll try to not freak out until a week has passed." She told him.

"Good girl." Owen said and patted her shoulder before he left.

Lexie sighed and grabbed some charts to get on with her work. She hoped she would be able to get in on a surgery to keep her mind off of Mark.

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After a long, rough day with nothing but death, Lexie was ready to get out of the hospital. She was gonna drown her sorrows in alcohol at Joe's. She slammed her locker shut and grabbed her purse before she walked out. She didn't acknowledged anyone as she walked through the hallways to get to the main entrance.

As she got out, she tilted her head upwards and welcomed the cold raindrops that now ran down her face. Lexie took a deep breath and tried to push away the image of dead Mark before she walked across the street to Joe's bar.

She made her way over to the bar. She placed her hands on the counter and thought for a moment before ordering. "Single malt scotch, please." She received a questioning look from Joe but he didn't say anything. He poured a glass and handed it to Lexie.

She looked down at the fluids in the glass and frowned. She never understood why Mark enjoyed that drink so much. Lexie had tasted it once and immediately decided that she hated it. And now she had just ordered one. She grabbed the glass and took a big gulp. She winced and made a sound. "Ugh." She muttered.

"Enjoying your drink?" A familiar male voice from behind her asked. Lexie chuckled and didn't have to turn around to know who it was. "Actually, Dr. Wilson. I don't. But I drink it anyway." She replied and looked over at him as he sat down beside her. He gave her the same smile as he always did and it made Lexie once again question it.

Wilson chuckled as he sat down beside her and ordered a beer. "Please. Call me Andrew." He told her. Lexie shrugged but nodded in acceptance. "Okay, Andrew. But only if you call me Lexie." She reasoned and smiled. She turned back to the glass and took another sip and winced just like before.

"Why did you order the drink if you don't like it?" He asked and laughed slightly.

"Because my boyfriend drinks it. And he's probably dead by now so… I don't know." She said and sighed heavily.

"He still hasn't called, huh?" He asked. Lexie responded by shaking her head and putting her face in her hand. Andrew took a sip of his beer and sighed. "I'm sure everything is fine. The phones are just broken or something." He said and hoped it would sooth her.

Lexie nodded again but it was just so he would stop talking about it. She didn't believe that everything was fine. She was certain that Mark was dead.

"So…" Andrew started and took another sip of his beer. "How long have you and Mark been together?" He asked and hoped it was okay that they talked about him.

Lexie took another sip of her scotch. The wincing had ceased a bit but it still tasted awful. "Uhm… About a year now." She told him.

Andrew nodded and then motioned to the ring on her finger. "And I can see it will be at least another year." He said and smirked. Lexie looked over at him and then down at her ring. She sighed. "Hopefully." She said and once again let her mind wander back to the thought about Mark being dead right now. The thought made her close her eyes and take another big gulp and this time, finishing it. She hissed and waved Joe over and ordered another one. She hadn't been eating much today and she drank this one so quick she already started to feel a little buzz. And she wanted to get hammered tonight so she could forget about her problems for at least a few hours.

A few drinks later, 7 more exactly, she was a bit drunk. She was laughing at a story Andrew was telling her. "No way!" She exclaimed and almost bent over the bar in laughter. "I don't believe it."

"But it's true." Andrew said and chuckled. Lexie's laughter was really something special, he thought to himself and admired the beautiful woman.

"Oh, man. What did the chief say?" She asked and wiped her tears. That was one of the best stories she's ever heard.

"Well. He just said, you know, 'Thank you, Dr. Wilson for your action. But your 30 hours are over now, go home." He recalled and shook his head at the memory. He was amazed at how easy it was for him to make her laugh. It might be because of the alcohol, but he had made her smile and laugh before.

Lexie shook her head and giggled. She glanced around and noticed that there were less people in the bar now. "It's getting late. Maybe I should get going." She announced and searched in her purse for her wallet.

"No, no, no." Andrew said and put his hand over hers to stop her in her tracks. "I'm buying." He said and showed her the money he had already got out of his pocket. "And I'm taking you home. You shouldn't drive now and I don't want you taking a cab at this hours." He told her softly and stood up to help her with her coat. Lexie only smiled and let him help her. "Thank you." She said and turned around to button it.

Andrew smiled at her and nodded. "You're welcome." He said and put on his own coat. "You ready to leave?" He asked and motioned for the door.

"Yeah, I am." She said and walked towards the door.

The car ride back to Lexie's place was quiet. Andrew was focusing on the road and to take left and right turns where he was instructed. Lexie tried to think of anything other than Mark and the fact that he hasn't called in three days. She just wanted to hear his voice. She needed to hear his voice. She was considering asking Callie to let her spend the night there so she wouldn't be alone tonight.

Lexie sighed and glanced up at the apartment building as the car stopped outside. She looked over at Andrew and offered a thankful smile. "Thanks for the ride." She said and made sure she had everything before opening the door.

"Hang on. I'll walk you upstairs." He said and quickly got out of the car before she could protest.

Lexie raised her eyebrows but nodded in agreement. "Okay. It's not necessary but sure." She said and smiled at him as she led the way to the elevator that took them to the fifth floor.

Lexie slipped the key in the lock and unlocked the door. She walked inside and didn't mind that Andrew followed her. He glanced around the pretty small apartment and nodded. "This is nice." He complimented and looked back at her.

"It is." She agreed and put her purse on the counter and took her coat off. She then met Andrew's eyes. "Thank you. For tonight. And for taking me home and walking me upstairs. You're a nice guy." She said honestly

Andrew nodded and then took a few steps closer to stand in front of her. Lexie could feel the alcohol kicking in on her again and her reaction wasn't as quick as it used to. She looked up at him. His breath was blowing against her forehead. Before she could react, his hand went up to cup her cheek. The smooth skin felt like silk to him. She was so soft. He soon leaned down to capture her lips with his own in a soft kiss that he hoped would lead to something else.

Lexie, being in the drunk and confused state as she was, responded to the kiss. Her hands found their way up to rest on his chest. She hadn't been kissed in months and she really missed it. She had missed Mark's lips so much.

Mark.

At the realization about who she was in fact not kissing, she broke the kiss and pulled back. Her soft, chocolate hues now looked more like the eyes of a deer caught in the head light. Lexie looked at Andrew with a shocked look on her face. She wanted to push him away from her, scream at him and ask him if he was crazy. But nothing came out. She was in shock and she knew she was to blame for this. She should have seen it coming and been prepared to stop him before their lips met. After a short moment, she finally found her voice. "I… I'm sorry. I can't do this-"

"Sure you can." Andrew interrupted her mid sentence.

Lexie squirmed and tried to figure out a polite way to ask him to get the hell out of her apartment. "Andrew…" She started but was interrupted again. This time with his lips. The kiss was so forceful she thought she was gonna break. Her hands moved up to his chest again but this time to push him away. She managed to break the kiss once again. "Andrew, stop it. Mark is in Africa. I can't do this."

"Exactly. He's in Africa. And no one will find out about this." Andrew reasoned and leaned down to kiss her again as his arms wrapped around her waist.

"No." Lexie told him firmly and tried to push him further away from her. "It doesn't matter where he is. I'm not doing this." She told him.

Andrew gave her a look. "A minute ago you seemed to want to. What happened?" He asked harshly.

"I realized what I was doing and that I didn't want to do it." She told him and hoped he would take that as his cue to leave.

Unfortunately, she was wrong.

Andrew got a grip on her and pulled her closer to him. His lips once again found hers in a more forceful kiss. "You can't just change your mind like that." He told her in a low, husky, threatening voice. "That's not how it works." He added and moved towards the wall right behind them. He pushed her against it and trapped her with his body. His hands moved inside her shirt and cupped her breasts. "I get what Mark likes about you." He whispered and leaned down to kiss her neck.

Lexie tried everything, she tried telling him no. She tried pushing him away. But every time she tried, his grip became harder around her. She knew what was about to happen and she couldn't do anything about it. Suddenly, her body went into shock. She couldn't get a sound out. Before she knew it, his hands had moved to undo her jeans and pull them down around her ankles. She tried to scream and push him away as his hands traveled up and down her body, exploring her every inch. But nothing worked. She couldn't do anything. A voice back in her mind told her to just go with it. Just let him do what he wanted to do and then he would leave. It would be over soon anyway.

Lexie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It would be over soon. And then he will leave.

It would be over soon.

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After what felt like a lifetime, Andrew was 'done' and ready to leave. Lexie was laying in the bed trying to keep her tears in until he had left. She didn't want to show herself weak in front of him. She closed her eyes as she heard his zipper and knew that he was about to leave soon.

"Thank you, Lexie." He said with a smug grin on his face. "It would have been nicer if you had been more active. But this was nice too." He told her and took a few steps towards the door. "And I think we both know that if you tell anyone about this, there will be consequences. Consequences that Mark will have to pay for." He told her threatening and took a few more steps before turning around again. "I'll see you at the hospital, baby." He said with a smile before he left the bedroom.

Lexie waited a few seconds and finally heard the door close behind him. She got out of bed and practically ran towards the door and locked it. After she put the chain on she turned around and leaned back against the door as her tears finally escaped and sobbing took over her small body. "What the hell did I do?" She asked herself between sobs and slowly slid down the door to sit down on the floor. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Her face fell to rest on her knees as she kept sobbing. This was a nightmare. The thought that hurt her the most right now was the thought of Mark. What would he say about the fact that she more or less let someone else have sex with her? She said no but eventually gave in under threats so it can't count as rape. Or could it? Probably not. And it doesn't matter anyway because there are no evidence. It's words against words.

After sobbing for a few minutes, Lexie got the strength to get up and get in the shower. She needed to scrub Andrew's touch off her body. The hot water felt good against her skin and she was quick to get the scrub soap Mark got her for christmas. She scrubbed so hard she was scared for a minute that she would cut herself somehow. She scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed. But the feeling of Andrew's hands and body still lingered there. She threw the soap on the tile floor in the shower and leaned back against the wall and started crying again. Mark would never forgive her for this. And he would never believe her anyway if she told him that she was forced into the intercourse.

What she didn't know though, was that someone outside her apartment had heard what happened.

If you have read the whole chapter and still don't hate me, thank you so much. I can promise you that Mark will find out about this, it might take time though. But just bare with me. They will get their happy ending and Wilson will pay for it. This is the point in the story were it won't get any worse anyway.
I'm sorry if I have offended you somehow. I hope you will keep reading.
Stay tuned for the next update. Thank you.