Chapter 9

Callie drove up the driveway to her and Addison's home with a smile on her face.

The smile quickly faded when she noticed someone standing at her front door. She took her time walking up to the door, giving herself enough time to figure out who the shadowed figure was. She crept up the stairs, still trying to figure who would be waiting outside her door.

Then it hit her.

She recognized the dark brown hair, the fidgetiness of the body, the slimness of her waist. No other person could pull this look off.

It was Lexie Grey. What the fuck did she want?!

Callie cleared her throat causing the young woman to jump in surprise, "Lexie? Uh, what are you doing here?" Lexie turned to the voice that came from behind her and gave Callie a small smile.

Lexie played with her fingers a while before answering Callie, "I'm sorry to uh.. bother, you, but, do you, did you see.., have you heard from Mark" Callie winced at her stuttering. She always had the insecureness in her voice when she talked.

Callie looked at Lexie with a confused expression on her face, "You haven't talked to him?" Lexie shook her head. Did Mark tell her he was coming here? Did he just up and leave?" Callie decided to dig a little more information out of the younger woman.

"Did you two have a fight?" Lexie shook her head and looked down at her hands.

"Everything was fine, he, he just was gone when I got home from work one day" Callie's jaw hung as Lexie's words ran through her. He didn't tell her? He didn't break up with her!? WHAT THE HELL WAS HE DOING!

Taking a deep breath, Callie sighed, "No I haven't seen him, but, I have heard from him, I have a feeling he might be at the Four Seasons down the road, why don't you go and surprise him, when you do see him, please tell him that I never want to hear from him again" And with that, Callie stormed into the house, slamming the door shut in Little Grey's face.

Mark whistled happily as he made his way up to his hotel room. He always enjoyed staying at the Four Seasons, the people were great, the service was great, and he was in a great mood. He finally reached his door, slid the key in and kicked it open. He stopped dead in his tracks at the figure in his room. Oh shit. Mark could only stand in the doorway with a shocked look on his face. How the hell did she find me? He slowly made is way into the room, stopping a few feet away from her. She was seated on the bed, her arm's crossed over her chest and a irritated look on her face. They existed in silence for a while, both refusing to make eye contact.

Finally, Lexie cleared her throat, "Where have you been?" Mark couldn't answer. His thoughts were clogging up his brain, he even found it hard to breath.

He opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out. His mind drifted to Callie. Shit, Callie. He hoped that Lexie hadn't gone to her house. He prayed that Lexie talked to Derek, who was the only one who knew of his whereabouts, instead of asking Callie. He could only hope. But having known Lexie for some time, he new there was no hope there.

Mark sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "I've been here, in L.A." Lexie nodded.

"Yeah, I got that part Mark, but where have you been?"

"With Callie" she nodded once more. Mark knew that lying to Lexie would only make things worse so he decided against it.

Another moment of silence passed through them until Lexie took a deep breath,

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming up here, I could've came with you." Mark looked at her with confusion, surely she didn't think he just came up here for a vacation.

"Lexie...I didn't tell you because I care about Callie, and bringing you would've stopped me from showing her that" he didn't mean to be so harsh, but she just wasn't getting it.

"Did you sleep with her?" Mark could only nod. He didn't know anything else to say.

"Lex...Callie is pregnant" Lexie sat there with her jaw slack, not moving, not saying anything, she was barely breathing.

She just gazed at him. She loved this man, she wanted to spend the rest of her life with this man. Lexie did the only thing she could do.

"I forgive you" Mark's head shot up so fast, he almost heard his neck crack. Did she just..did I just hear...WHAT? Lexie stood up and made her over to him, and wrapped her arms around his waist. Mark stood there with his arms lying limply at his side. He had not expected her to forgive him, hell, he didn't even expect her to be here.

"We can work this out, we can, we can, we will figure this whole mess out." Mark pulled away from Lexie, he couldn't say anything, his mind couldn't even form words.

She reached out and grabbed his hand leading him towards the bed, "Let's go to bed, tomorrow, we will figure everything out." Mark allowed Lexie to drag him to the bed, she sat him down and took off his shoes. She then crawled in beside him and lay her head on his chest.

"I love you, Mark" Mark didn't make a sound, when Lexie turned her head up to see him, he quickly shut his eyes and pretended to be sleeping. It must have worked because she sighed and lay her head back down and within minutes was asleep. He couldn't tell Lexie he loved her back, he would simply be lying. To her, and to himself.

Mark however, was not a sleep. How could he sleep at a time like this. He lay there limply his arms at his sides with Lexie's body covering his. He couldn't hold her, she wasn't the one he wanted to hold. He wracked his brain for a reason why he didn't tell Lexie that he didn't love her. He wondered how he was so stupid to let this get so far. Mark Sloan, the Plastics, man-whore attending, had suddenly lost all his bearings and was at a lost for words. Laying in the bed, he thought about Callie, he thought about how much this would hurt her. He knew he wasn't going to get her back after this one. He had royally fucked up.

But maybe, if he explained, she would at least give it a possibility. He had to take a chance.

He eased Lexie's body off of his and quietly slipped out of the bed, making sure not to wake her. He pulled on his shoes, grabbed his jacket and keys, and made his way out the door. Shutting it softly behind him, he broke into a sprint to the elevator. He had to get to Callie's fast. He had to beg her for forgiveness. He had to try.

The 10 minute drive to Callie & Addison's had turned into a 3 minute drive. He ran every red light, sped across every intersection and was now pulling into her driveway. Taking the steps two at a time, he finally reached the door. Banging on it frantically, he waited for her to answer.

Callie wretched open the door, took one look at him and slammed it in his face.

It was over. He had lost his chance, he had screwed up the one relationship he really wanted to work. And now, all he could do was cry. He slid down the door, his face in his hands as tears streamed down his face. Now what? The question ran through his brain a hundred times, but just couldn't find an answer to any one of them.