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by Gabriella Somerfield

"Your mom used to see how tried I was. She used to make you bring me home because I was alone and needed family." He paused and they both looked at Lexie. "That was a good thing," he continued. "So, either you bring her home or I will."

2. Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

He'd been spending a lot of time with Lexie, ever since he said he'd taken her home. They chatted at work, they drank at Joe's and the hotel bar. They had dinners and room service and she stayed over but they'd never crossed the line between friendship to more than friends.

But Derek's words still lingered in his mind. And as awful as the metaphor was the plant was growing. He knew one day he wouldn't be able to resist his feelings for Lexie Grey. That day was coming sooner than he thought.

He was home, if you could call a hotel room that, on his own. Lexie was on a late shift, Torres was working and Derek was with Meredith.

A knock sounded on his door.

He put his scotch down, crossed to the door and opened it. There stood Lexie. He opened his mouth to speak but words started tumbling out of her mouth.

"You made her speak. Mrs. Patterson, she said hi. She spoke. You-you made her speak."
"I respect you. As a man a-as a surgeon, as a teacher, I respect you. So, teach me."
"What are you doing? Don't do that. Stop!"
"Teach me!"
"Stop!"
"Teach me."
"We can't do this. You're little grey, and-and-and I promised, and I'm your teacher."
"So - teach me."
"Ah, Lexie"

"I promised," he stuttered.

"We've been whatever for the past two weeks. Having conversations, room services and for lack of a better word sleepovers. All the time you mutter something about a promise. Now here you go again," she said. "What is this promise?"
"Derek asked me to stay away from you for Meredith," he started.
"Is she so embarrassed of me?" she asked.

"No. Derek said that she was trying to be a good sister and that's why he asked me because I don't have the best reputation," he said. "Two weeks ago I stood watching you. I said either you take her home or I will and he told me to," he answered. "Meredith was trying to be a big sister. I think it was around the time you were doing sutures so I guess she thought you were cutting and were fragile."
"I wasn't well I guess I was cutting," she answered. "I'm not fragile and Meredith didn't want to be my sister. So, she shouldn't get a say in who I spend time with or who I sleep with."

"No, she shouldn't," he muttered.
"So screw the promise," she said. "Teach me. Teach me. Come on. Am I really so bad."

"No. I am." He said before he crossed over the small space between them, cupped her face with his hands and pressed his lips firmly against hers.

The End

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