Pairings: Mark/Lexie with appearances by other the rest the Seattle Grace crew

Warning: T for now, may be updated in future chapters.

Summary: Mark regrets not telling Lexie how he feels about her as their plane plummets to the ground. Will they both make it out safe and sound? Will Mark be able to make Lexie his and prove to her he loves her?

Disclaimer: I do now own these characters. All rights go to Shonda Rhimes. Some scenes may be based off scenes that occurred in Grey's Anatomy.

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Lexie's heart began to race and soon as she heard Mark proclaim let's do this. She was not ready for her friends to move the plane off her. Right now, she was safe. She was safe with the plane on top of her. The surgeon in Lexie knew that lifting the object impaling her was the right thing to do. It would provide her with the best chance of survival. If the plane crushed her pelvis and legs, relieving the pressure would be the best to do medically. However, the irrational, scared girl inside her didn't want that to happen. Lexie wanted Mark to remain by her side. She didn't want to risk the possibility of bleeding out on the ground in the middle of their crash site. If she were to bleed out, they wouldn't have the proper medical supplies to stop the bleeding. Lexie moved her hand up to her face, placing her palm across her forehead. Letting out a small whimper, she moved her hand down to her neck to feel her pulse. It was beating rapidly and erratically, which she knew was not a good sign. Calm down Lexie she told herself firmly inside her head. Swallowing thickly, Lexie let her mind wander to a happier time with her and Mark.

Lexie blinked her eyes open, the sunlight streaming in through the window curtains. She rolled over onto her side, a wide grin making its way to her lips. Moving closer to Mark, she snuggled against his side and rested her head in the crook of his neck. He smelled like aftershave, body wash, and had a faint smell of scotch leftover from the previous night's activities. She pressed a small kiss against his neck, snaking her arm around his broad chest.

"Morning," Mark murmured with his thick morning voice, dropping his hand to Lexie's lower back. His other hand went to rest against her waist, pulling her closer to him. "How did you sleep?" he asked, resting his lips against her hairline.

"Great," Lexie smiled, turning her head upwards to capture Mark's lips with her own. She pulled back after a few moments, looking into Mark's eyes. Reaching up, she placed her hand against Mark's cheek, running her thumb against his stubble. Lexie sighed softly, leaning forward to press a couple quick kisses to his lips. She tried to slip out from under the covers, but Mark tightened his grip on her.

"Oh, no. You're not going anywhere," he replied sneakily, rolling on top of her and pressed her to the bed.

"Why not?" Lexie questioned slyly, threading her fingers through Mark's hair. "I was just going to shower," she added, arching her brows for emphasis. Mark groaned, dipping his head down to the crook of her neck.

"Lex," Mark whined, pressing soft kisses against collarbone.

"Come on," she giggled, pressing her hands against his bare muscular chest. "You can join me," she murmured, tiptoeing her way over to the adjoined bathroom.

It was such a mundane memory, one that could happen any morning. In fact, when they were together, it did happen more often than not. Those were the types of memories she wanted to continue creating with Mark. The everyday memories like cooking breakfast together on Sunday mornings, going to Joe's for drinks after work, watching movies together on Thursday nights. Lexie just wanted more with Mark.

Lexie's head started to become foggy as her anxiety began creeping up on her more and more. She knew that she had to remain strong because four people were fighting to get her released from the trap she was in. It was going to take all of her strength, and she needed to conserve all her energy in order to try and propel herself backwards. Taking a deep breath, Lexie looked up at the sky, noticing that the sun was beginning to set. She knew that was definitely not a good sign as it would be difficult for rescue crews to find them at night. Even if she didn't make it out alive, Mark, Meredith, Arizona, Derek, and Cristina needed to be rescued. They needed to be reunited with their loved ones.

Lexie strained to hear what the others were doing. She heard Mark directing the others to place their hands as much under the plane as they could. She wondered how they were possibly going to be able to lift this part of the plane off her. Her mind couldn't even wrap her head around how much it must weigh. Adrenaline does make people do powerful actions, though, and she hoped that would be the case right now.

"Lift!" Mark exclaimed, squatting down to his knees to try and lift the rubble. He looked over at Cristina to see her straining with all her might to lift the large debris. Lexie could hear the groans and moans coming from the group around her. She held her breath, waiting to feel some relief on her lower extremities. It did not occur, though. Frowning, Lexie looked over to her right to see Cristina fall to a sitting position. Lexie closed her eyes and let out a small whimper, now scared that she would die trapped under this plane. At first she was scared that they would get the plane off her. Now, she was scared that they wouldn't.

"Damn it!" Mark cursed, pressing both of his hands against the plane. He threw his head back, looking up toward the sky as if to ask God why he was doing this. He wasn't a religious person in the slightest, but several of his friends believed in a god. If there truly was one, then why was he doing this? Why was he letting the best, sweetest, kindest woman in the entire world suffer? "Cristina, switch spots with me," he demanded, walking over toward where she was sitting. Obeying, Cristina walked over toward where Mark previously was. Mark thought that if he and Derek were on opposite sides of the plan, instead of just across from each other, they may have some better odds of lifting the debris.

"Again!" he demanded, the group resuming their previous positions. This time, the plane slightly lifted off Lexie. Lexie gasped, feeling a cool breeze fly across her legs. Gathering up all the strength she had, Lexie pushed herself up on her elbows and tried to push herself backwards. It was to no avail. She let out a strained sob, licking across her lips to provide them some moisture.

"I can't move," Lexie called out, letting out a frustrated sigh.

"Put it down gently," Derek responded, the group releasing the plane gently back down on top of Lexie. Lexie let out a groan, the pressure being back on her legs and pelvis. Mark immediately went and grabbed the birch wood that he retrieved earlier and brought it over to Lexie. Bending down, Mark slid the piece of wood under Lexie's back as best as he could. When there was wood on each side of her body, Mark was satisfied. He let his eyes roam across Lexie's body before he met her eyes. "How are you doing?" he asked quietly, stroking her hair.

"I can't do it, Mark. I can't move," Lexie whispered, turning her head into Mark's hand. His hand provided Lexie a little bit of comfort. She let out a small sigh, licking her lips once again. "C-Can you give me some more water?" she asked, looking into Mark's eyes. She saw fear in his icy blue orbs which caused her heart to sink. She felt as if there was hopelessness oozing out of them and into her soul.

Mark grabbed the water bottle that was nearby, pouring the clear liquid into Lexie's mouth. She gulped down the water, offering Mark a small smile once she felt her lips and mouth moisten. "Thanks," she offered. Mark nodded and stood back up, walking over to Meredith and Derek. "Let's lift this again, and once we get it up, you," he stated looking at Meredith, "and Cristina go and pull Lexie out. I put the piece of birch wood under her, so all you should have to do is pull that," Mark explained, looking between Meredith and Derek. They both nodded. Mark walked back to his side of the plane, telling Cristina the same thing.

On the count of three, the group lifted the plane again. They were able to lift it a smidge higher this time. Cristina and Meredith let go, running over to where Lexie was. Derek's arms began to wobble, scared that he would not be able to support the weight of this debris for much longer. Mark, on the other hand, was not concerned about the weight of what he was holding. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins, waiting to hear from Cristina and Meredith that Lexie was free and away from under the plane. Meredith and Cristina fell to their knees, reaching for the piece of birch wood that was under Lexie. They were each able to get the piece of wood in their hands and drag it back toward them. Pulling with all their strength, Meredith and Cristina pulled the birch wood out from under all of the debris. "Got her!" Meredith yelled, quickly surveying Lexie for any damage.

Mark dropped the debris immediately and ran over to Lexie's side. Looking over her lower half, he didn't see anything that caused too much concern at the moment. Her legs were still intact and there were no bones sticking out of her scrub pants. There was no extensive bleeding spewing out from her legs and pelvis. The surgeon dropped down to his knees, taking Lexie's face in his hands. "Hey," he whispered, rubbing his thumbs over Lexie's cheekbones. "How do your legs feel?"

"O-Okay. They hurt," Lexie admitted, looking down at her legs. She noticed that she no longer had any shoes on her feet. Lexie tried to wiggle her legs, which she was able to do. Her eyes widened, moving up to Mark's. "I can move my legs!" she exclaimed, reaching her hands up to grip Mark's wrists. Tears started to freely fall from Lexie's eyes, sobs raking from her lips. She was okay. For the first time since she woke up after the crash, she truly thought that she may make it out of the woods alive.

Derek ran over to the group as soon as he felt Mark drop the debris. Placing his hands on Meredith's shoulders, he looked on as Mark and Lexie interacted. Derek was happy that his sister was free from the wreckage, and that his best friend got his girl back. This is how it was supposed to play out, and what he always wanted for Mark. "Should we go check on Arizona? Let them have a few minutes?" Derek questioned, reaching out a hand to help Meredith up. Mark looked at Derek and nodded his head in thanks.

"I think I can get her back to the main site from here," Mark commented, letting his gaze linger back to Lexie. He offered her a reassuring smile.

"Sure," Meredith said hesitantly, wanting to ensure her sister was okay. She knew that Lexie and Mark needed a moment to themselves, though, and she thought Lexie was stable enough for the time being. "See you soon," she stated, rubbing Lexie's shoulder. Cristina, Meredith, and Derek stood up and walked away from the couple, letting them have their space.

Mark looked back toward Lexie, his eyes lingering against hers. "Hi."