Thanks for sticking it out and reading my story, even though it hasn't gone in the direction that a lot of you have wanted. There's only 6 chapters left. I'm looking for suggestions for new Grey's fiction and I won't even do an OC! So, if you want, throw your suggestions my way.


Derek rushed to OR 3, not sure of what he was paged for. He emerged through the glass doors and took an inward gasp at what he found. The three resident surgeons all fighting to hold down Becca's violently seizing body as Mark quickly tried to suture the last bit of her hairline resoration.

"Her brain function spiked," Lexie called out to Derek as nurse helped put a surgical gown on him. "I pushed thirty of phenytoin , but it doesn't seem to be helping. I didn't want to give her anything else without your input,""

A nurse quickly moved to tie a surgical mask onto Derek's face, while another helped him shove his hands into a pair of gloves. Derek looked to Mark. "Where are you?"

"I've got about eight more sutures," Mark glanced up, but only for a second. "What the hell, man,"

Noticing Addison in the gallery, a hand cupped over her mouth, obviously worried and shaken up by what she was witnessing. Derek moved to Mark's side, "Okay, let's lighten her anesthesia," he nodded to the anesthesiologist. "Hopefully, it's just a reaction,"

"Hopefully?" Alex spoke up. "We're lucky she didn't seize while we had scalpels in our hands!"

"Calm down, Karev," Mark said firmly.

"There hasn't been anything on the monitors?" Derek looked to Lexie, while trying his best to hold Becca's head still enough so that Mark could stitch her up.

"No," Lexie replied, confused. "She was completely fine, as soon as they started suturing, she started convulsing,"

"Let's push thirty of carbamazepine," Derek ordered. Within seconds, Becca's body slowed and the seizure subsided.

Mark sighed, moving his neck from side to side in order to crack it. "Seriously, Derek….I thought you said she was okay for surgery?"

"According to her scan yesterday, she was,"


"Did you hear?" Christina fast approached Meredith in the hallway.

"Hear what?"

"Masterson had a massive seizure in the OR!"

"What?" Meredith looked at her friend as they kept walking. "Really?"

"Yeah," Christina replied, biting into the candy bar in her hand. "Apparently, Karev, Avery, and little Grey all had to hold her down so Sloan could stitch up her face,"

"Well, is she okay?" Meredith stopped at the nurse's desk.

"I don't know. I guess Sloan is pissed, started screaming at Derek,"

Meredith made a face. "Who told you that?"

"Scrub nurse,"

"Who started seizing on the OR table? Dr. Masterson?" April butted in from behind the desk where she was on the computer. Christina simply looked at her and nodded. "Wow,"

"I know right! Apparently her scans yesterday were perfect, that's why Shepherd cleared her,"

"It doesn't make much sense," Meredith replied. "Unless of course, Derek's fear came true and she's developed epilepsy from the trauma,"

"Why would it be a fear?" April rolled her eyes. "People live with epilepsy all the time,"

Christina looked at April, dumbfounded. "Really? How many epileptic surgeons have you met?"


"Derek, what the hell happened?" Mark moved into the doctor's lounge, finding Derek looking at yet another scan of Becca's brain.

Derek looked up at his friend, totally speechless. He simply shrugged his shoulders in confusion. "This scan is perfect. There's absolutely no reason that she should have seized on the table like that, especially a seizure of that magnitude,"

"Well she did," Mark rested his hands on his hips. "It took all four of us to hold her down,"

"Did she pick up her anti-seizure meds yesterday?"

"Yes," Mark replied, pulling the scrub cap off his head.

"Is she taking them?"

"Of course she is," he scoffed. "She wants to get back to work so damn bad that the last thing she would do is skip a dose,"

"Mark, I'm really at a loss for words. Nothing on this scan is different. There's no reason that she should of seized,"

"Okay," Mark sighed with a shrug. "So, just a seizure. She'll wake up okay, right?"

"She's gonna wake up just fine. I sent Lexie to draw some blood, I wanna see where her levels are with the meds. I can up them if I need to, but I gotta make sure I'm not killing her liver in the process,"

Mark simply nodded and ran his fingers through his hair.

Derek moved to rest his hand on his friend's shoulder, with a gentle smile. "She'll be fine, we're just gonna watch and make sure she doesn't have any more issues,"


Lexie approached the doorway to Becca's recovery room, finding Addison and Becca sitting up in the bed, looking at various bridal magazines.

"That one is hideous!" Becca laughed, pointing at one of the pages. "I hate the simple gowns,"

"Hey! Mine was simple!" Addison laughed in defense.

"I know, but it's just not me,"

"Yeah, I forgot that you like the gowns that look like cupcakes,"

"That's always been the dream," Becca laughed. "I'm a princess, remember?"

Lexie leaned up against the wall outside the room and sighed, quickly drifting off into her own thoughts.

"Wait, wait….don't throw the flowers yet," Christina moved to pick up the red rose petals off the floor and placed them back in the white basket Zola held in her tiny hands. Sofia stood next to her, giggling as she began to prematurely throw the petals to the floor. "Oh boy…"

"Okay," Meredith moved from infront of her sister, taking a calming breath. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," Lexie smiled, her white dress cascading down her shoulders. It fit her frame perfectly, hugging her hips. It was a simple dress, the dress her mother wore. There were no crystals, no beading, just a simple chattily lace. It was not a gown by any means, it was simply a dress.

The double doors in front of her opened, revealing the few people inside. Callie and Arizona sat at the front of the chapel, Arizona snapping pictures as Callie knelt down to guide Sofia's steps, as the tiny figure started to move down the aisle and throw out the rose petals, giggling all the way.

April, Alex, and Jackson sat nearby, admiring the beauty of the bride infront of them.

Lexie looked up and smiled in admiration at her groom, who stood next to Derek. Mark stood in a black suit-

"Hey," she was quickly shaken from her thoughts, she looked up to find Mark standing infront of her.

Lexie forced a smile, trying to hide her embarrassment from being zoned out for so long. "Hi,"

"You okay?"

"Oh," she quickly nodded her head. "Yeah, I'm fine, just got caught up in thought,"

Mark chuckled. "You've always been good at doing that…you look like you're lost in outer space,"

Lexie giggled, embarrassed, then turned to follow him into Becca's room.

"Hey," Mark moved to plant a gentle kiss on his wife's lips. "How ya feeling?"

"Like I hate my brain," Becca sighed.

"Oh stop," he kissed her forehead. "We're gonna figure out what's going on, just be patient,"

"Dr. Masterson," Lexie started, "Dr. Shepherd sent me to draw some blood," she laid the small tray on the table beside the bed and started fumbling through it, looking for the necessary items she would need.

"You can call me Becca," she smiled gently at the brunette infront of her. "Since I doubt that I'll ever be a doctor again,"

"Oh my god!" Addison growled and stood to her feet. "The only way that's gonna happen is if I brutally murder you because you keep saying shit like that,"

"Amen," Mark sighed and tipped Becca's chin to look at him. "Stop it, you,"

"I need coffee," Addison threw her purse over her shoulder. "Try not to have too much a pitty party without me," she glared at Becca.

"I'll come with you," Mark turned and rested his forehead against Becca's. "We're gonna get to the bottom of this, I promise,"

"I know, I know," she smiled as he playfully rubbed his nose against hers. "Sorry,"

"I love you," he kissed her lips. "We'll be back in a few,"

"I love you too," she smiled as he turned to follow Addison out of the room. She turned to where Lexie was searching for a vein in her arm, noting the uncomfortable look on Lexie's face. "You'll never get me," Becca spoke softly.

"Huh?" Lexie gulped and looked up at her shyly.

Becca took the butterfly needle from Lexie's hand and moved down to palpitate her own wrist, she slid the needle into her vein and popped the tube onto the end, as it quickly filled up with blood. "For some reason, it's so much easier to draw blood by my wrists, my inner elbow is always a bitch,"

"Oh," Lexie made a face. "I see,"

Becca reached out and gently rested her hand ontop of Lexie's. "Honey, you gotta stop being so gun-shy," she searched her eyes, reassuringly. "I'm not gonna bite,"

"Oh, um," she let out a nervous giggle, as she started to clean up the small mess of empty medical packages on the table. "I don't think that,"

"I'm not stupid, ya know," she spoke softly. "You still love him…"

"Wait, what?" Lexie looked up from the trash can.

"You still love him," she repeated. "And, that's okay,"

"Huh?" Lexie looked at her, clearly confused.

"Mark's hard to get over. Trust me, I tried for years, Lexie. You have no idea how badly I beat myself up over the years, for letting him walk out of my life and not fighting for him,"

"I have no idea what you're trying to tell me,"

"I'm trying to tell you that I'm not the enemy, Lexie. So stop acting like I'm gonna chew you a part limb by limb,"

"I never said that, or even thought it,"

"Look," Becca sat up straighter in the bed. "I know everything,"

"Everything?"

"Well, maybe not everything. But, I do know that you and Mark used to be a hot and heavy item. Even though you were on and off again, and right before I came to Seattle you professed your love for Mark, but you didn't know that he had married me in New York,"

Lexie nodded. "Okay, so I guess you know everything,"

"No, no," Becca shook her head. "I overstated by saying that I knew everything. I don't know your history, I don't know what you guys went through, I don't know all your intimate details,"

"What, you want me to tell you everything?" Lexie sighed, "That' s not going to happen,"

Becca laughed. "Well I would certainly hope not. I'm just merely trying to tell you that I don't know any of your history, just like you don't know my history with him. We can't judge each other by what we think or want to assume,"

"You're right, we can't,"

"But, we can respect each other and the positions that we are in," Becca looked her in the eye. "I know he hurt you, by hiding our marriage for as long as he did. He hurt me too, when he didn't tell me that he was bringing me here to work so closely with his ex-girlfriend,"

"Look," Lexie sighed, becoming irritated. "We all could have handled things differently, it's no big deal,"

Becca shook her head, not wanting to argue. "I just don't want enemies and I especially don't want an all out cat fight over my husband,"

"I see," Lexie nodded.