Thanks so much for the positivity! I was kind of anxious about how Lexie's bitchiness would work out, but I am glad that you guys are enjoying it. I hope everyone saw the latest episode of Grey's because the scenes between Lexie and Mark broke my heart. Lexie is so head over heels in love with him that is so sad to watch her hurt so much when she just talks to him. Plus, Chyler Leigh is just an amazing actress. Anyway, here we are with the latest installment.

"Lexie!" Mark called from the kitchen. "Lex!"

"What?" Lexie responded, sticking her head out from the bedroom. "God!"

"I was just wondering if you wanted some breakfast." He told her, placing a small bowl of fruit in front of Haley, sitting in her high chair.

"I don't want anything except maybe a bigger pair of pants." She said while struggling to button her jeans.

It had been a month and Lexie had gained about ten pounds. She was more hormonal than ever and Mark couldn't help but think to himself that he didn't remember it being this bad last time. Maybe things weren't easier the second time around, perhaps that was just a lie parents told you so that you might actually want more kids.

"Looks like Mommy is having some trouble huh, kiddo?" He said, giving Haley a sippy cup of juice.

"Forget it, I'll just wear sweatpants." Lexie finally emerged in a pair of sweats and her old, ratty Harvard hoodie. Placing a kiss on Haley's head, she greeted her and grabbed a grape from her bowl, popping it in her mouth.

"Are you okay?" Mark asked.

"I'm fine."

"You just seem upset this morning." He pressed.

"Well, none of my clothes fit me anymore!" She snapped, throwing herself on the couch.

"Babe, they're not supposed to fit." He tried.

"Whatever." She got up, grabbed her bag, and headed for the door. "I'm going to work. I get off late. Don't wait up."

After the door slammed, Mark just looked at Haley and sighed. "I've got my work cut out for me this time around don't I, Princess?"

"Dada" She said, holding out an apple slice.

"Hey there, missy." Meredith greeted Lexie in the parking lot.

"Have you seen my pager?" Lexie asked, rummaging through her bag as she walked.

"No." She said. "Maybe it's at your apartment."

"Way to state the obvious." Lexie muttered under her breath.

"What?"

"Nothing." She told her. "Look, I'm late. I'll talk to you later."

"Oooo-kay." Meredith said.

The day was long and exhausting and by the time she left all Lexie wanted to do was curl up in her bed with a pint of Ben & Jerry's and watch a horrible movie that she could mock. Walking into the apartment was the same as it had been since she got off later and later. Haley was in bed and knocked out, Mark was usually in bed waiting for her. She made her way to her bedroom and took her hoodie off, walking to the closet to hang it up.

"How was your day?" Mark greeted, looking up from his medical journal.

"Tiring." She answered with attitude.

Mark scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Okay."

"What now?" Lexie asked, clearly frustrated.

"Why don't you tell me?" Mark had finally had enough and he wanted his point to be heard.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It's supposed to mean that you are the one who has been in this mood for weeks." He started. "I don't know if it's hormones or work or what but, I can't take much more of it."

"Are you serious right now?" Lexie couldn't believe what was coming out of his mouth.

"As a heart attack, Lex." Mark stood up and walked closer to her. "One minute your fine, the next, you are pissed off at the world and I have given up on trying to figure out what's wrong, because it always seems like it's something new."

"I have had a rough couple of days." She tried.

"It's been a rough month for us, Lex!" He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. "Damn it. You have been like this for a month and I can take the attitude, but I don't want you to start taking it out on our daughter."

"I have not done anything to her!" Lexie raised her voice, now irate.

"I didn't say that. I said I didn't want it to get to that point." He said. "You clearly have some stuff going on and if you're not going to talk to me about it, then you need to find someone, because this version of you does not work for us."

"I don't need this." She said, grabbing her jacket and walking to the living room.

"Where are you going?" Mark followed closely.

"I'm going to Meredith's. Maybe she and Derek can give me an 'attitude adjustment'" She said with sarcasm.

"Come on, why are you gonna go over there?"

"Because I don't want to be here." She told him, looking for her car keys.

"Lexie, stop." Mark said, grabbing her wrist. "Listen to me."

Lexie snapped. "Get off of me!" She yelled, turning around and shoving him in the chest before storming out.

Mark just stood in the empty living room. He couldn't understand how they got here. Whatever Lexie was fighting, she was fighting it alone and the thought alone killed him. Mark picked up his phone and called Meredith, filling her in on what happened and letting her know to be expecting her. He still wanted to make sure that she got there in one piece. After talking himself out of going over there and trying to talk to her, Mark decided it was best to get some sleep. Maybe everyone would be better and a little more receptive with some rest.

Meredith walked out her front door, meeting Lexie on the front lawn as she walked to the door from her car.

"What the hell happened?" Meredith inquired.

"Mer." Lexie began to sob as Meredith pulled her into a tight hug. "I don't know what to do."

"What to do about what?"

"I don't know what to do." She cried into Meredith's clothes.

"Shhh." She tried to soothe her. "Come on. Come on, let's go inside."

Meredith walked Lexie to the couch, and sat with one arm around her.

"Talk to me. What's going on? Mark said you completely went off on him."

Lexie just sniffled and sighed.

"Lexie." Meredith coaxed. "You can talk to me and I won't judge you. Come on, let it out."

"I can't."

"You can't talk to me? You can talk to me about anything." She told her.

"I am so angry." Lexie let out while crying. "All the time. Ever since the attack."

"At who, honey?"

"Everyone. I am mad at Mark for not being there and Derek for not finding me sooner and you for caring too much and everyone for constantly asking me how I am. All I can think is 'Why am I here?' 'Why do I have to go through this more than anyone else'? It's not fair." She choked out. "And I'm mad at Jeffrey Sanders."

"Who?" Meredith asked.

"Jeffrey Sanders. He's the guy who assaulted me." She told her sister. "The police told me his name when they called me to tell me they found him. His wife was a patient of Mark's. She died on the table and he blamed him, I was retaliation on his part."

"When was this? The phone call, I mean?"

"About a month ago." Lexie said.

"Oh, sweetie." Meredith took her into another hug. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"I still blame everyone for what happened and I guess I thought since I couldn't take it out on Jeffrey I would just let it out on you guys. I'm so sorry." Lexie said, falling apart.

"No, shhhh." Meredith consoled her, rubbing circles on her back. "You have nothing to be sorry for."

After a night of crying, consoling and just talking, Meredith gave Lexie her bed and spent the night on the couch. She figured she needed more than her after everything that she had been through. The next morning, Meredith woke up with a sugar hangover that could probably be credited to the gallon of ice cream she ate with Lexie the previous night. She dragged herself to the kitchen and made herself a cup of coffee when she heard a knock on the door. Somehow she already knew who it was before she opened the door.

"Mark."

"Where is she?" He pressed.

"My bed." Meredith said. "She is a wreck, Mark. So be nice."

"Thanks, Grey."

Mark tapped on the bedroom door and slowly pushed it open, finding his wife laying on her back with her eyes open, watching the ceiling fan, while she twirled her hair in one hand.

"Hey, stranger." He said lightly, as he sat on the edge of the bed. "You feel like talking to me?"

Silence.

"Lexie, come on. I've got to know what's going on." Mark said.

"Amanda Sanders." She said, without moving her gaze.

"What?"

"Amanda Sanders. Routine skin grafting operation, you were the surgeon, you had her on the table, she coded, you lost her." Lexie said, her eyes fixated above her.

"I remember." Mark said.

"Her husband was extremely upset." Lexie continued. "I could tell when he found me in the parking lot."

"Lexie-" Mark tried.

"I am so mad at you...all the time." She told him, her voice shaking. "I was just there and I paid for your mistake."

"Lexie, please."

"Where were you?" She asked, beginning to sob. "I needed you and you weren't there. When I was bleeding on the ground and broken beyond belief I need you and I was alone. And for that I have been so mad at you. I have been punishing you and maybe that's not fair."

Mark placed his hand on hers.

"Damn it, I have been so lost."

"Come here." Mark said, pulling her in his arms. "I am so sorry that I was not there. It should have been me. But, look at me, I am never going to let anything like that happen to you again. Do you hear me?"

"Yeah, I hear you." Lexie said. "I am so mad at Jeffrey Sanders though."

"I know, baby." He said, pulling her close. "I know."

I thought it was extremely important to pull back the curtain on why Lexie was acting the way she was and this chapter was actually a lot of fun for me to write. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed and until next time, Peace, Love, and Grey's Anatomy.