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Lexie's Point of View

Mark will kill me when he finds out that I am doing this. I've been warned time and time again not to, but my patience has reached its maximum. The sex from Mark has certainly helped distract me but now, I need to see my sister. Mark and Derek looked overjoyed when Teddy announced that Meredith was being moved from the ICU, to a private room on the surgical floor. The relief that came across Derek's face was surreal. One minute he looked as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders and the next he looked like he was the happiest guy alive. Right now, I think it is safe to say, he is.

It wasn't until after Dr. Altman left that I found out that nobody had told Meredith that I was waiting to see her. I am a fourth year resident at Mercy West hospital and right now I am working my ass off there before coming straight to the hospital to sit and wait for news on my sister. A sister who is not even aware of the fact, that I have been sat outside her room waiting. Mark says he understands my frustration but I think that's just his way of fobbing me off. How could he possibly understand?

I am sick and tired of putting Mom and Dad off. They want to know how she is doing because they're concerned. They want to know that I have seen for myself that she is okay. I don't agree with the way my father behaved – not for a second. But I shouldn't be punished for something that my father did. I know it was a shock to Meredith when she found out Molly and I existed but surely getting to know one another isn't completely a horrific idea. I'm aware that what I am about to ask is a lot of her but all I want her to do is at least consider it.

Thankfully, Derek was making one of his trips back home so that he could grab a shower and get freshened up, as well as picking up some new sweats for Meredith. Now that she is out of the ICU, she is allowed to wear her own clothes. I can imagine that is a big relief. Most patients detest the idea of wearing the hospital nightgown – especially for long periods of time.

Nobody has ever really had a chance to have some one to one time with Meredith because Derek was practically living in the room with her. I would give anything to be in a room with her – with or without Derek. I've been patient. I've been understanding. However, enough is enough. I can't wait any longer.

"Going somewhere," I hear a familiar voice murmur from my side.

Crap.

"I was just watching her sleep," I lie, turning my head to look at Richard Webber. "I wasn't going to go in and disturb…"

"Liar," he smiles warmly at me. "You're far more like Meredith than either of you realise," he whispers as he walks towards me, so no one else can hear him.

"I've not been given the chance to realise it yet," I scoff.

Shit.

The words were out my mouth before I even thought about what I said.

"I'm sorry," I murmur, watching Richard Webber's face closely. "I know that must sound insensitive. Especially under the circumstances but I…"

"On the contrary, it is more than understandable," he whispers and there's something about the way he says it, that comforts me. "The past week can't have been easy for you," he murmurs, leaning against the gurney that I am sitting on.

"Thank you," I breathe, turning back to look at Meredith. "She looks so peaceful. You would never tell…tell…that…."

"That she has been to hell and back?" Chief Webber finishes for me. "Meredith is one feisty woman. If anyone can survive this, it's her."

"Do you think she'll ever make it back to being the person she was?" I ask hesitantly, unsure whether I want the honest answer or whether I want him to reassure me and tell me all is and will be ok.

"No," he shakes his head. "She'll never get over what happened if she does that Lexie. It's about moving forward, not back. The journey will be hard but she'll get through it and come out the other side a much stronger person because of it," he explains, watching me closely. "I promise you that," he assures me.

"You can't promise me that," I shake my head.

"I can and I have," he nods firmly.

"How do you know?" I ask, unable to stop myself sounding sceptical.

"Because I know Meredith," he shrugs. "I see her like…she's my…I…uh…" Something in Chief Webber's demeanor changes and I realize what he is trying to say.

"You know because you know her well and as far as you're concerned, she is you daughter," I state, not needing to put it as a question. His face suddenly looks guilty and I feel bad for being blunt. It's not like I said anything bad though? "It's okay," I assure him. "I'm glad Meredith had you to rely on," I confess. "It's just…I…uh…"

"You want the chance to get to know her," he finishes for me. "That's not an unreasonable request Lexie. The circumstances just make it a whole lot more complicated."

"I'm sick and tired of people telling me that!" I snap. "I'm aware things are hard right now but I feel like I am being punished and held at arm's length because of my father's mistakes."

"Derek is incredibly protective of her Lexie," he whispers, basically stating the obvious. "I'm aware it hasn't been easy for you and I want to help because Meredith deserves a relationship with you and you deserve one with her so I have an offer that may help you with Meredith and with the rest of the family," he smiles.

"How do you mean?" I ask, unsure where he is going with this.

"How would you feel if I said the Chief Resident position, here at Seattle Grace was yours?" He asks.

"What?" I question him, unable to hide the shock. Did he really just offer me what I think he did?

"I'm offering you the position of Chief Resident at this hospital," he states seriously. "I'll allow you time to think about it but I have to warn you that if I don't have an answer within the week then…"

"I'll take it," I whisper as I watch Meredith scrunch her nose as she sleeps, blissfully unaware of what is going on outside her hospital room.

"You will?" Chief Webber asks, sounding genuinely surprised.

"I will," I nod. "I need to be here," I smile. "I want to be here," I finally assert, unable to take my eyes off of Meredith.

"Can I give you a piece of advice?" He asks me gently and I can feel his eyes on me, watching me closely.

"Sure," I murmur, knowing where he is going with this.

"When you go in there, there isn't a doubt in my mind that she'll push you away. It's Meredith's way of testing people. Keep coming back Lexie. Push through the walls she's built around herself," He explains.

"You're going to let me go in there?" I ask in shock. Is he actually allowing me into her room?

"Who am I to stop you?" He questions, smiling warmly at me. "I think it's safe to say that you've earned the right to go in there," he nods, making me smile.

I know my father cannot stand Richard Webber but if this man is the key to me having a relationship with Meredith then I am going to accept all the help he has to offer. I'll deal with the aftermath of it when it happens.

"Well, I had better go and get your paper work drawn up," he smiles. "Just drop by my office before you leave so you can sign on the dotted line. That's if you're sure that you…"

"I'm sure," I assert, smiling at him.

"Well, okay then," he smiles, outstretching his hand and I gladly take it. "Welcome to Seattle Grace," He smiles assuringly, shaking my hand before letting go." Good luck," he murmurs, patting my shoulder and I can't help but smile at him before he walks away.

"Oh, and Lexie," He whispers, turning back to face me with a serious look on his face. "Whatever you do, do not tell her about you and Sloan," he warns before heading down the hallway.

"How do you know about that?" I shout as my cheeks turn a bright shade of crimson.

"I'm the Chief!" he calls, not bothering to turn back around as he continues walking down the hallway. "I know everything!"

Before I can even think about denying it, he is through the double doors and out of sight. Perfect. Just perfect. My new Chief of Surgery knows I'm having regular on call room sexathons with his Head of Plastics. How embarrassing…

It's moments like this where I need a sister to talk to. Sure, I could talk to Molly but she stays in Chicago with her husband. It's hardly local. I really need Meredith. I really need her to be my big sister.

Meredith's Point of View

Oh god.

Why?

Why?

Why?

Derek already hibernates in my room with me. I am literally with him 24/7 because he will not allow me out of his sight. Why does he have to be in my dreams as well? He was in my nightmares when I was living on the streets and I was unaware that he was actually alive.

Why does his face have to be everywhere I turn? Why can't I even close my eyes without seeing him there as well?

Why do I have a weird feeling that someone is in the room? I bet it is him watching me sleep again. I can feel his eyes on me. I'd continue to pretend to be asleep but he knows that I am doing that. No point in avoiding the inevitable.

"What did your Mom cook for…" I stop as my eyes fully open and I see a young woman, looking hesitant as she sits on the chair beside my bed. She looks familiar but I can't quite place where I would know her from.

"Hi," she smiles warmly at me, as if she has known me her whole life.

"Hi," I stutter out, feeling awkward. "Are you waiting for Derek?"

"No, no," she shakes her head, smiling awkwardly. "I…uh…I'm Lexie."

"Okay," I nod, feeling like an idiot. Who is Lexie?

"Lexie Grey," she whispers, sounding a little more confident than before.

"Get out," I breathe, without even thinking about it. There is no way in hell that I am going to sit here and make small talk…

"I know you're mad and you have every reason to be but I have something to say and then I'll go like you've asked," she murmurs, standing up. "I can't believe what our father did to you…"

"He's not…"

"He's not your father," she whispers. "I know that and I don't blame you for hating him. You have every reason to hate him. He's not your father Meredith but I am your sister and I want to get to know you…"

"There is no…"

"Stop interrupting," she warns. Who the hell does she think she is? "I am a good person and I could be a good sister to you. I am not my father any more than you are."

"Really?" I mutter. "You could have fooled me," I breathe, wishing Derek hadn't thrown my magazines away; I could really use one to hide my face in and pretend not to be listening to her. She can't seriously expect me to sit here and listen to what she has to say?

No way!

"I'm not mad that Derek and everyone else have kept the fact away from you that I've been sitting around, waiting on the surgical floor since you've been found, wanting to meet you and see that you were okay," she whispers as I feel my blood boil. Derek knew she was here? "I don't hold it against them because they were trying to protect you. And I definitely don't hold it against you because you didn't know and it was their actions, not yours," She smiles sadly.

I am going to kill Derek for this.

"Lexie…"

What does she want from me?

"I don't hold their actions against you, especially since you didn't know so why should I be punished for something my father did and something I didn't even know about. I didn't even know you existed until a few years ago Meredith," she argues, staring me down. "By the time I had thought about it and was ready to meet you, you had vanished!"

"I…uh…" What can I say to that?

"I've accepted a job here at Seattle Grace so I'm going to be around a lot more Meredith," she smiles. "Feel free to push me away as many times as you want but I'll keep coming back because I want you in my life whether you like it or not," she breathes, smiling sadly and before I can utter a response, she has walked out of my room, leaving me speechless for the second time this month.

Did she actually have a point? Would I be stupid to push her away? I've never had a sister. I have never really wanted one. As far as I am concerned, I have all the family I ever wanted or needed. What would be the point of having her in my life? We're only connected by biology and if society has proved anything, it is that biology stands for nothing when it comes to making and keeping a family.

"Hey," Derek smiles, walking into my room looking refreshed. "Did you manage to get a few hours' sleep?" he asks, as he walks round my bed to dump a bag on the chair Lexie had just vacated, and to give me a peck on the cheek. "You ok?" he asks, seeming worried.

He must sense my mood.

"Oh great," I mutter, looking up at him. "I just met Lexie Grey," I admit and Derek's smile completely turns upside down.

"What…I…uh…"

"Anything you would like to tell me Derek Christopher Shepherd?"