Mark stretched out on the brown leather sofa, a beer in one hand and the remote in the other. Not the way he planned to spend the day…but plans change. Erica's plans changed. By extension, so did his. No 'marathon fucking' for him and Callie today. No big deal. Mark always had a backup plan. He was prepared, like a fucking boy scout.

His collection of phone numbers written on tiny scraps of paper and cocktail napkins from local bars, always came in handy when he was looking for a last minute fuck.

One name, Cyndi stood out from the others. It was either the heart shaped dot she used to cover the i in her name or the black scribble on the back, his black scribble that read 'fucks like a dirty whore'. It was most likely the scribble; he could give a fuck about a heart.

Truth is, he couldn't remember much about Cyndi. Except she had silky smooth chestnut hair…and if he was thinking of the same girl, she was flexible. The best thing about a girl like Cyndi was that he didn't need to impress her by picking his dirty clothes off the floor.

He looked at his watch; she was officially fifteen minutes late. In a generous mood, Mark would give her another ten before he dug out another number to call. His time was precious and he was wasting it by waiting on a piece of ass. Not for long, now it was nine minutes.

A steady rapping on the shabby apartment door, coaxed him off the couch. Overdressed and a bit younger than he imagined from their phone conversation, the mousy looking girl scowled at him as she pushed her way into his living room. "What kind of friend are you?"

"Excuse me?" Great, another one. He would have to ditch the 'I wanna get to know you speech'. It was beginning to seem like every time he used it, he got a crazy nut job stalker. Like that one girl Sydney Herron, who wouldn't leave him alone without a restraining order. "Look, I'm not sure what you were expecting. I was just looking for a good time, nothing more."

Scrunching her nose at the messy room, she kicked at the heaping pile of dirty clothes with her foot to make a path. "This place is disgusting! Haven't you ever heard of picking up?"

With a push, Mark slammed the front door. "We both know you aren't here to bitch about the mess" He spun her around by the arm, his hand finding the soft curve of her ass. "You came for this." His lips pressed against hers, even if she was expecting more than he was willing to give, at least this might shut her up for a minute.

Her eyes widened, Mark Sloan's tongue was inside her mouth. As good as it was and as much as she didn't want to stop, she had to. It wasn't why she had come. Her delicate hands pushed hard against his shoulders until he finally broke the kiss. "I'm here to help my brother." Smoothing a hand over her now wrinkled shirt, she cursed herself for blushing like a love struck teenager. No longer a child, she could control herself around him. "I'm here, because for some reason, his best friend is refusing to help him."

His eyes narrowed. "Lexie?" Alex's little sister had changed since the last time he saw her. Of course she was only thirteen then. Cursed with a blotchy completion and a flat chest, she hid in her room most of the time. "Wow, you got hot."

Lexie felt like her cheeks were on fire, along with the rest of her body. "Where are your keys?" She tried to ignore his comment, but deep down it excited her that he noticed.

"Why?" Crossing his arms, he leaned against the wall and watched as she lifted a magazine and plucked his keys from an empty fish bowl it was covering.

"We're going to go pick up Alex."

"No." He challenged. "I won't, and neither will you." Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. "Do you know why he wants to be picked up? Do you have any clue?" There was no answer, he wouldn't let her. Whatever Alex told her, wasn't the whole truth. Because if she knew the reason, she wouldn't be standing in his living room. Mark was not the only one who despised Alex's girlfriend. The whole family hated her. "Rebecca broke up with him and now he's on some fucked up mission to get her back. I'll bet he didn't tell you that, did he?"

"No." She quietly admitted, Alex had not mentioned Rebecca. "We can't just leave him stranded all by himself with no money Mark."

Taking a step forward, Mark took the keys from her hand. "Go home Lexie."

"I…I can't."

"He'll be fine." Considering for a minute whether Alex would be pissed, Mark decided to tell Lexie about Izzie. Rather Alex's secret love for Izzie, that wasn't really a secret from anyone but Alex and Izzie. He told her the reason he wasn't going to the little town to get Alex, was that they both needed this to make them realize how much they wanted each other.

Lexie raised her brow. It was actually quiet romantic. Mark was a romantic; she held back a giggle, who knew. "That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard."

He saw the look and he knew what she was thinking. "I'm just sick of listening to him go on about the girl, it's just sad." Stepping into the kitchen area of the efficiency apartment, he grabbed another beer from the fridge. "Plus it's like a bonus to get rid of Rebecca too" All the girl did was bitch and not just at Alex, at everyone around her. "I've got this, you can go home."

"You don't understand, I can't go home." She didn't want to after what happened. "My boyfriend kicked me out, I have no where to go." Lexie was counting on Alex letting her crash on his couch, especially after agreeing to help him.

He looked at the sexy girl in front of him and then at his tiny apartment. "Did he hit you?" Quickly she responded. He would never hit her. "Was your life in danger in any way?"

"No."

"Maybe he will let you stay…until you find a place." He shuffled her toward the door. There was no way she could stay with Mark, not with a body like that. Not unless she was in danger and it was a last resort. He knew himself well enough to know, he couldn't stay away. The last time he had sex with one of Alex's sisters, he received a broken jaw and a black eye as a warning. Never do it again.

He opened the door, about to push her out the way she came in. "Well he actually kicked me out three weeks ago, I've been staying with friends." Planting her feet solid, she wasn't going without a fight.

"Markie….I see I'm just in time." An older woman with a skimpy top, covering the biggest breasts Lexie had ever seen, was approaching them.

"You have to go." Mark spoke softly into her ear. "I'm sure Cyndi won't mind if you stay and watch…but I do."

Lexie scowled. "Hi, I'm Lexie. I was with Mark last night and I just stopped by to inform him he should get tested for and STD immediately. I woke up this morning with a nasty rash on my vagina. It itched like a son of a…."

Mark covered her mouth with his hand. "She's kidding…she's my sister." She pushed his hand away and started again.

"Yes I am, but please don't tell anyone what we did. I would die of embarrassment if it got back to our family" She feigned concern. "I hope he pulled out in time. It was kind of unexpected since it didn't last very long."

Cyndi took a step back, she was into some kinky shit but this wasn't one of them. "Uh…I just remembered I have somewhere else I'm supposed to be right now."

"Cyndi wait." She recoiled at his outstretched hand and muttered what sounded like 'loose my number scumbag.' It was his turn to scowl. "That wasn't funny." Mark watched as Cyndi ran to her car. "She'll probably never come back." He made his way back to the couch.

"The girl was trashy, I did you a favor." Lexie removed a stack of used paper plates from the other side and took a seat next to him. "So, where do I sleep?"

"I like trashy and you're not sleeping here." He flicked the television back on; maybe if he ignored her, she would go away.

"I'll clean your apartment." When he said nothing, she tried again. "Come on please….pretty please. Don't make me sleep on the bench across the street, because I will."

"Alright, but just one night." He hushed her thank you and continued. "In the morning, you have to go…I don't care where, you just have to go." Alex better appreciate this.