Author's Notes: Just a sweet little in-between scene, taking place after Derek and Mark finally make up. I thought that Mark might appreciate Lexie's list of five things and when I started the series over from the beginning, it really struck me how similar Lexie and Meredith are in some respects, so I wanted Lexie to learn that. Hope that you're still enjoying this story - I have a few more chapters up my sleeve, including the next one that is my absolute favorite (I know I say that a lot, but it's true).

When the game was over, Mark made his way up to the attic, sure that Lexie was waiting up for him. She was laying back in bed with a medical journal, but he could tell that she was only halfway paying attention to it. The second he walked through her door, the medical journal was down and Lexie was practically humming with energy. "So you and Derek are good now?"

"Yeah, we're good, Lex," he murmured, quickly undressing down to his boxers and climbing into bed with her.

"What happened?" she asked, snuggling against him.

"Saved our patient's life with my fast hands."

Lexie pursed her lips and fixed him with a look at his glib response. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of her forehead. "And I told him how I felt. About you…about how he treats me. How I always feel like I'm just the charity case that his parents took in." She pressed a kiss against his chest, and he slung an arm around her shoulders, keeping her tightly pressed against his side. "I think he finally sees me, Lex. Not how you do…no one can see me the way you do. But I think…I think he's finally catching on."

Lexie looked up at him, beaming happily. "Good. I'm glad, Mark. I'm glad you guys have worked it out." But she still seemed to be vibrating with energy and Mark couldn't help but smile at her.

"Something you want to tell me, Little Grey?"

"Meredith said I'm a bridesmaid! She wants me to be a bridesmaid at her wedding! She just said it, like I should have expected it. I'm her sister and I'm in the wedding!"

Mark chuckled, leaning down to kiss her briefly. "Of course you are! Why wouldn't she want you up there?"

"Because she hated me, Mark! Meredith hated me for so long! But it worked, it finally worked, she doesn't hate me anymore and I doubt it was really because of the five things that I told her about but they probably helped and…she doesn't hate me anymore, Mark!"

"Babe, I don't think she really ever hated you."

Lexie shook her head. "No, she did. She hated me. Cristina said so and Meredith didn't deny it. But it doesn't even matter because she doesn't anymore!"

Mark chuckled and nodded. "Ok. Well I'm glad that she doesn't hate you anymore." He paused, looking down at her with his brow furrowed. "What five things are you talking about?"

She shook her head, blushing slightly. "Long story – it was from a case we were working together. And I told her five things that would make it harder for her to hate me. They were dumb…part of me hopes that she doesn't even remember them."

His fingers were lazily tracing up and down her spine and he smiled down at her. "So what were they? What five things did you share?"

Lexie shook her head again, pressing her face against Mark's shoulder. "They're so dumb, Mark."

His fingers dug into her side slightly, tickling her for just a moment before moving back to her lower back. "C'mon, Lex, tell me."

She sighed, moving away and flopping back on her back, staring up at the ceiling instead of at Mark. "Ok fine, I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to laugh at me. Too much. You can laugh a little."

He grinned and laid down beside her, propping himself up on his side as he looked down at her. "Promise I'll keep the laughing to a minimum."

Glaring playfully, she sighed. "You'd better."

She held up her hand and began ticking off the points on her fingers. "Uh, let's see…number one: I like math. Number two: I play the trombone. Badly, but I play it." His eyebrows raised and a smirk spread across his face. She glared slightly at him. "No laughing!"

He grinned and quickly wiped the mirthful look off his face, before nodding at her to continue. "Number three: I hate apples. Number four: I can draw really, really well on an etch-a-sketch. Like really well. And number five was that I do this thing with my hands when I'm trying to make a point and it's the same thing that Meredith does sometimes." She lowered her hand and looked up at him, an embarrassed smile on her face. "And those were the five things I told my sister to try and get her to hate me a little less. Pretty dumb."

Mark shook his head and leaned down to kiss her. "I didn't think they were dumb." She grinned up at him and watched as his brow furrowed slightly. "You hate apples?"

Lexie nodded. "Can't stand them. Don't think they should be allowed to be a fruit."

He chuckled. "But you always grab me an apple in the cafeteria when we eat together."

She shrugged. "Well I hate them, but I've noticed that you seem to love them. You're always eating them. So I grab you one."

He grinned, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "You're sweet, Lexie Grey."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she murmured, grinning up at him.

"You know, you and Meredith are a lot more alike than you think." Lexie's brow furrowed as she looked up at him, clearly waiting for him to explain. "I mean, most obvious is that you both hooked up with an attending your intern year."

Lexie laughed and blushed, burying her face in Mark's shoulder.

Mark continued. "You're both ridiculously stubborn and like to do things for yourself." Lexie nodded, unable to deny it. "I've even heard a story of Meredith breaking some guy's penis during her intern year."

Lexie's eyes grew wide and she shot up in bed, staring down at Mark. "WHAT?!"

Mark chuckled. "Yeah. It wasn't actually her fault though. I think there was a tumor on the guy's spine or something…caused a priapism. Shep had to fix it. Awkward as hell."

Lexie's eyes were still wide. "Seriously." She laid back down and then started laughing. "That's not exactly something that we can bond over though. Can you imagine me trying to bring it up over breakfast?"

Mark chuckled and shook his head. "Yeah, probably not something that would encourage a lasting sisterly bond. I'd say that you two are doing just fine with the way things are going now."

Lexie grinned as she snuggled deeper beside Mark. "I'm glad that you and Derek made up. I was really worried…I didn't want you to lose him over me."

Mark pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head. "I told you, Lex. It would have been worth it."

She shrugged. "Still. I'm glad it didn't come to that. And my ass is particularly glad that I won't be stress eating anymore."

Mark chuckled and teasingly reached down, grabbing a hold of her ass. "I don't mind."

Lexie glared up at him. "Well I do. I don't want to wear the scrubs with the elastic waistband."

"Your ass is still perfect, Lexie Grey. Meredith's just jealous."

Lexie laughed, moving so that she was lying on top of Mark's chest. "You're such a charmer, Mark Sloan," she murmured, brushing her lips against his.

"Guilty as charged," he replied, his hand pressing between her shoulder blades, keeping her in place above him. She grinned and kissed him again.