Title: Falling for You

Pairings: Mark/Lexie storyline with appearances by the Seattle Grace crew.

Warning: May have adult themes throughout the story. Will let you know at each chapter.

Summary: Lexie just finished medical school and is ready to start her internship at Seattle Grace. She's ready for a lot of first's: meeting her sister, internship, treating her first patient…but some firsts don't always go as planned.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They belong to the show and the fans of GA.

A/N: For those of you that really liked Always Been You (ABY) this story is definitely for you. A couple of timeline and important things to know about this story before you read. See below.

Timeline/Important Notes:

- This will be my first time giving you a story where I am writing it in first person/their POV

- There will NEVER be a Sloan or Sofia in my story

- There will not be a merger between Seattle Grace and Mercy West

- I may take some plotlines from the story…but please understand…this will be an entirely different type of version. So, fair warning in case you see something that doesn't go the same way as the show.

- I am changing up the characters and timeline and only including those characters I really like. For Meredith's group you will have: Alex, Meredith, Christina, and George. For Lexie's class it will be: April, Jackson, Lexie, and Jo.

- I am starting out with Owen already being Chief. I'll explain why in the story

I think that is it for now…feel free (as always) to ask any questions in your reviews and I will be happy to answer them as I post new chapters.

Chapter 1 – The Fall

Lexie

Crud.

Double crud.

I have survived Harvard Medical school.

I survived losing my mother to a condition that practically had a hundred percent survival rate—but died anyway.

I even in the last few months since losing my mother, found out I had an older half-sister who also happened to be a surgeon at the very same hospital I was getting ready to internship at, who had no idea either one of us even existed.

Today was my first day at said internship where I wanted to make a really good impression to not only all my new bosses, but my colleagues, and my new big sister. In my true fashion though... I happened to completely oversleep and wake up late.

Never should have taken those additional shots that left me this hungover this morning. "Damn Jackson Avery," I muttered.

Even with all that…it was shaving my legs in the shower that would end up taking me out. I survived all that…to be taken out by a shower.

Just great.

"Help! Anybody! Please!"

I couldn't be late. It was bad enough that April, Jackson, and Jo were already on their way out the door when I had finally emerged from my drunken haze in my bedroom. It was only April who looked shocked to see me standing there with my hair looking like a bee's nest and drool hanging from the corner of my mouth.

"You guys are leaving without me?" I asked, trying to keep the hurt from my voice.

My professor warned me just before graduation that once we made it to our internship programs things would be hard. It was separate those that were friends from those that would be backstabbing ladder climbers, willing to step on your corpse to get ahead. I honestly thought that my new roommates—mostly thanks to Jackson's very rich family—wouldn't be that way. We had already seemed to be getting along so well.

Boy was I wrong.

Jackson and Jo waited at the door, but it was only April who turned around to answer me. Out of all my new roommates, April was my favorite. The small redhead was just as awkward, nervous, and battled confidence issues like I did.

"I tried to wake you, Lexie. I knocked on the door four different times, but you never answered," April replied.

I groaned. Of course, I was passed out. "Oh. Sorry, I guess I took too many shots last night."

"April, come on…we are going to be late," Jackson called from the hallway.

April frowned. "I'm sorry, Lexie. When you didn't answer, we thought you woke up early and wanted to get to the hospital ahead of the rest of us."

I looked at her incredulity. "You would really think I would do that?"

April shrugged, but I could see in her eyes she didn't believe it. She couldn't blame the rest of my roommates. We had all been extremely nervous about starting today. That was why we all made the dumb decision to go out and go drinking last night. Apparently, I was the only one that didn't understand when to stop, so I didn't get to the point where I couldn't hear multiple knocks on my bedroom door.

April stared at her shoes as she responded to me. "No…no I don't." she paused. "I…I could wait while you get ready."

Now it was my turn to frown. It was my fault for drinking too much, and it was my fault for sleeping past my alarm and her attempts to wake me up. She deserved to be on time, because at least she was starting off by making responsible decisions.

"Thanks, April, but go ahead." I smiled, when she finally reached my eyes. "Besides, I have a skilled ability in being able to get dressed in ten minutes or less. I'll be right behind you."

I was glad to see the smile and light return to her face. Out of the four of us, it was April I worried about the most in being able to survive if what they said about cut throat behavior was to be expected. No matter what my friends might do, I would rise above. April would too. It was just in her nature. It was in her strong beliefs with Jesus that she wouldn't want to act like that anyway.

April waved at me beaming now. "I'll see you in a few. I'll save a spot for you."

"Thanks."

And here I was. Five minutes into my shower with soap dripping from my hair—because whoever said multi-tasking wasn't an important skill—with my light blue shower curtain wrapped somewhat around my body as I laid sprawled on my back on the cold floor of our apartment bathroom.

Note to self, go to the store and grab stickies for bottom of shower to avoid further slipping.

I was a doctor. A future surgeon. There was no way I was going to have to have paramedics come to my apartment to rescue me. There was no way I was going to show up to my first day of internship in the back of a darn ambulance.

I tried to move, but my lower back seized up instantly. The last time I had any lower back pain was when I strained my sciatica when I pitched softball in school. I groaned and bit my lip. There was no way that I was going to be able to do this on my own. What was worse, was my phone was back in my room on my nightstand, and all of my roommates were gone.

"How am I going to get out of this?" I cried. "Help! Anybody!"

This is officially the worst day of my life.

Mark

I groaned, shoving the keys into my pants pocket and locked the door behind me.

Interns. Freaking interns.

A new class was starting today. Owen Hunt—our new Chief of Surgery for the last few months—had a real stick up his ass about wanting to make sure that we were all on board and ready about wanting to teach our interns and make sure they were the best of the best.

I hated teaching. I hated interns more. The only thing they were practically good for, was getting me coffee. Half the time they couldn't even do that properly.

"Best of the best my ass," I muttered.

But if I wanted to keep my job as the Head of Plastics here at Seattle Grace and continue to hang with my best friend and fellow surgeon—well neurosurgeon—Derek Shepherd, I was going to have to at least pretend that I gave a crap about any of these interns succeeding. Mostly, because at least seventy-five percent would drop out because it was too much for them to handle. Freaking wussies.

The worst part was, Seattle Grace Hospital had dropped in rank for best teaching hospital. Last year, we were number one. I mean we did have the best in plastics, neuro, peds, and ortho—ok everything if I am being honest—we apparently had slipped when it came to teaching interns.

Cue…Owen holding a freaking seminar almost everyday this past week to prepare us all for our new interns and the differences that would take place this year as the new class came in. What was to be expected from the attendings and residents alike.

I hoped I could get Meredith Grey. Out of all of the previous interns she was the most talented. Considering she was dating my best friend and seemed to have an interest in neurosurgery, I was pretty sure that Derek would get first pick at wanting to take her on this year. Although, Owen did say that it was imperative that residents not focus on one specialty this early on. They needed to spend time with all the different specialties.

I checked my watch as I started down the hallway. Owen was surely going to be unhappy that I was running behind, but it wasn't like I really needed to listen to his opening speech for the umpteenth time. As long as I made it before they announced each of the attendings I should be good.

"Help! Anybody! Help!"

I stopped in my tracks, listening for the distant cries of pleas for help. The hallway towards the elevator was cleared, but I was sure I heard someone calling for help.

"Help!"

I turned in every direction, making my way back towards my apartment, unsure where the voice was coming from. It was clearly a female and even in the muffled distance I could hear her distress. When she called out again, this time it sounded further away. She was more towards the elevator.

"Hello!" I called out in return.

"Is someone there? Help! Please!"

I moved closer towards the elevator knowing that the sound was coming from that way. "Keep calling out…I am coming towards you."

When the voice called again, I finally was able to pinpoint it to four apartments down from mine. The smaller apartments were towards the front whereas the apartment I purchased were towards the back since they had larger square feet then the rest.

I laid my head against the door. "Uh, ma'am are you ok?" I asked.

"Would I be shouting help if I was ok?" came her reply.

Despite the saucy little response, I found my lips quirking upwards anyway. "I'm coming in," I announced giving her a few seconds to comprehend not sure what I was going to find.

As I entered the apartment, it was clean, but bare. There was a single couch that looked more like a hand-me-down along with a single chair off towards the side. There were a couple of boxes still lying around. Whoever the mystery person was that needed help still seemed to be unpacking and getting things situated.

"Ma'am?"

"I'm here…in the bathroom," she replied.

I closed my eyes and sighed. I figured whomever was on the other side of that door was probably someone that really needed to be living in a senior community with an aid. Didn't they have those things…what did they call them…Life alert that if they fell and couldn't get up the paramedics would be able to help them.

All things considered, it was at least good that she was awake and coherent. I had seen my fair share of ER cases with split heads, slashes, and gashes because someone fell in the bathroom and either hit their head or body part on a sink or toilet.

I braced myself unsure of what I was going to find. The best I would be able to do without all of my normal medical supplies was stabilize the poor woman until I could get paramedics there that would be able to transport her directly to the hospital.

As I reached the door, I placed my hand on the knob and then softly knocked again. "Ma'am, I'm coming in."

I counted to three and then opened the door and froze. A grandma she was not.

Lexie

Sweet baby Jesus. Did he have to be that hot?

The silence between us lingered until I couldn't take it anymore. I mean I was still laying on the floor with my now destroyed shower curtain covering as much as my damp naked body as possible.

"Uh, hi," I said nervously.

That seemed to snap my mystery guest back into focus as he moved from the entryway, coming closer until he was directly on top of me.

"What happened?"

I tried not to roll my eyes and the obvious question. Between shower, shower curtain, naked body, and being all wet…it was pretty easy to deduce what happened.

"I fell, obviously," I said a little snippier than I attended. I mean he was here after all to help me.

He bent down and crouched next to me. Suddenly, this felt all too close and intimate for my liking. Did I mention he was hot?! And boy, did he smell good too. My eyes traveled up his lower half of his body working upwards. He had money based on his clothes that was for sure. Well, that and he lived in this expensive apartment building.

His black shoes—that looked like expensive Italian leather—matched with his dark blue jeans and black sweater. Even in his jeans and sweater, I could tell the man was fit. Not body builder fit—which wasn't really something I was into anyway—but fit that I could tell he spent time in the gym. Lean and pure muscle. I don't even think he had an ounce of fat on him.

The way his muscles clung to the fabric of his sweater had me swallowing as my eyes moved upwards. Then, I reached his face. His sexy and handsome face with a grin that told me he knew that I was checking him out. I was screaming at the back of my mind to look away. Look away damnit…but I couldn't look away. It was like a really bad car crash that you just had to see what happened.

His jaw was defined, his chin pointing out covered in a thin, trimmed beard that made him look sexy. He was not a boy or a young guy…he was a man. A real honest to god man. I suddenly had visions of him dressing like the man on the Brawny paper towels in jeans, plaid shirt with overalls and an axe rested on his shoulder.

It was his blue eyes that had me trapped—not like I wasn't trapped already—but trapped to the point where I couldn't look at anything else. They were so blue, it reminded me of the ocean on a calm and sunny day. They flashed with amusement as he looked back to me, and I found myself licking my lips as I instantly thought about what they would look like when he were to undress me…what?

Where did that come from?

I tore my gaze from the eyes, but then found myself looking back at his lips. This was not good. This was not ideal. Focus, Lexie. Focus.

"Hello?"

I blinked. Crap. He had asked me a question and I didn't even hear what he had to say because I was too busy mentally checking him out. There was no getting out of it now.

"Sorry, what?"

He sighed. "I said, can you run down your list of injuries for me."

She arched her brow. "Why are you a doctor?"

He grinned. "As a matter of fact, yes, I am," he replied smugly.

Her face fell. Seriously! This could not be happening to me. Not today of all days. I could not meet another doctor like this. "Y—you are?"

He nodded. "I'm Dr. Mark Sloan. I am the head of Plastic Surgery at Seattle Grace."

Crap on a cracker! I just stared at him, hoping that any moment the earth would just open up and swallow me whole. He was the head of Plastics? That meant he was my boss. Great. I was just checking out my boss. This could not get any worse.

When I didn't say anything, his bemused expression returned. "Do you need to see my credentials?"

"Uh, no…that's fine."

He chuckled. "You know, proper decorum would dictate this would be where you would tell me your name." he rebutted.

I laughed nervously. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure proper decorum also wouldn't be meeting somebody for the first time wearing a shower curtain while not being able to move."

"Like I said, I'm a doctor. I've seen much worse. Run down your injuries." he repeated.

I let out a long-exasperated sigh and then went into listing all of my injuries. I focused more on the part that my lower back was seizing up and that I just needed help loosening the muscle so I could get to my feet. The swelling on my ankle also told me that I likely sprained it, which would mean I would be limping for the next day or so.

Suddenly the realization hit me. In order to get me to stand and possibly walking, it would mean sexy and gorgeous, Dr. Mark Sloan, would need to put his hands on me in very intimate places without any clothes on. I swallowed. Maybe I should take my chances with the paramedics instead.

His hands moved to my calf as he looked at my ankle. My breath caught in my throat when his hands touched my skin. A warm sensation cascaded up thorough my body making me shiver. It was odd, it was never anything I had experienced before.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?" he asked.

I shook my head a little more forcefully than I needed too. "Uh, no…sorry."

"You're right. It just appears to be a sprain. I can wrap it for a little support for you for the next few days." he paused, and I caught him peeking at me through the corner of his eye.

I pushed my damp hair from my face. "What?"

He released my ankle slowly back to the ground, moving so he was kneeling now instead of resting on his haunches. "You know an awful lot about anatomy and medical diagnosis. Do you have medical training?"

Well, there was no getting out of this now. He seemed like the kind of guy that could easily read half-truths anyway. Honestly, it wasn't going to matter when I ended up showing up at the hospital—if I did decide to show my face—and he was going to know immediately that I was a surgeon.

"As a matter of a fact, yes. I am—or will be—a surgeon. Today is actually my first day of internship."

His eyes shot up in interest. "Really? Where?"

I groaned. Here it comes. Lord knows what kind of nickname I will get after this story roams the hall. I ticked them off in my head: fall girl, clumsy, Dr. slip and fall…the list went on and on. Well, there goes my interest in plastics. I will plan to stay as far away from Dr. Mark Sloan as humanly possible after I get him out of my apartment. After I get his help, of course.

I bit my lip. Here it comes…. "Seattle Grace."

His eyes gleamed with something I didn't know what…as the same recognition just dawned on his face. He was my boss. I was already proving to be a screw up in his eyes and I wasn't even on the job yet.

He turned to look at me that bemused expression on his lips again. "You don't say."

I brought my hands to cover my face. "Now would be a good time to die," I muttered to myself.

I was sure when I looked back, he had heard me, but ignored the comment. "Alright, Dr. What is your diagnosis?"

I blinked. "Sorry, what?"

"Well, now that I know you're a doctor, and you will be working at the same hospital as me, might as well get a leg up on your real-life training. What is your diagnosis?"

The look I gave him was not amused. "Seriously?"

He grinned, and crossed his arms over his chest, which only made his perfectly sculpted arms and hardened pecks look that much more enticing. Damn him.

"As a heart attack. I am your attending," he said. "Oh, and I will be considering this with regards to feedback on your ability to maintain in the program."

I grit my teeth. Ok, Mark Sloan might be attractive and smell good and someone that looked down right kissable, but right now…he was a huge pain my ass that I wanted to kick right in the place that would surely leave him walking sore for days.

"Through spinal manipulation." He arched his brow waiting for more. I sighed and went into the details. "By applying chiropractic mobilization to abnormal vertebra with the goal of improving functionality, reducing nerve irritability and restoring range of motion in the back."

He nodded approvingly. "And how would I go about doing that?"

I wanted to glare at him. He was an attending and the freaking head of plastics. He knew exactly how he would do this. Normally, I would love these little challenges and questions. I was nothing if not competitive, but I was stuck on the cold floor, naked, with only a shower curtain—that I was sure was not entirely covering every bit of me—and extremely uncomfortable. Answering his questions, while he seemed to enjoy this game was not my idea of fun.

Instead, I plastered the best fake smile I could muster on my face and answered his question. I earned another approving nod, but it meant nothing until I could move and put some serious distance between hottie and myself. Preferably, lots and lots of layers of clothes as a start.

"Good. Ok, first things first, let me treat the cut on your head and then we can move you to your stomach so I can apply chiropractic mobilization."

My eyes went wide. "Uh, what?"

He looked at me with growing frustration. "Do you always have a habit of blanking out and seeming to not register what one is saying?"

That got my attention. I only had the distinct pleasure of knowing Mark Sloan for all of ten minutes and already the man was infuriating me more than anyone I had ever met. I should keep my mouth shut and just smile, but his little digs and quips were starting to irk me.

"No," I replied haughtily. "I was just questioning, er, surprised, that you were going to offer to, um, help with that."

The corner of his mouth turned upwards into a smirk. "I thought we already established I was a doctor."

Great. Now, I insulted my boss. You are doing amazing, Lexie.

"Fine," I relented.

"Where do you keep your medical supplies?"

I turned my head to the right to indicate the medicine cabinet, but even that minimal action made a pain surged through my body as if someone had just branded me with a hot iron.

"Medicine cabinet," I squeaked.

His lips pursed as he looked to my face, obviously seeing the pain I was in. His casual and teasing demeanor left, as he jumped to his feet and strode over to the medicine cabinet. After a few seconds, he crouched back down—this time towards my head—with all of his goodies. That consisted of cotton balls, peroxide, and bandages. Both for my cut and apparently to wrap my ankle.

I swallowed slowly, releasing a ragged sigh. Mark Sloan being this close in proximity…was not a good thing.

Mark

She was cute, and that was a dangerous thing to think. Especially, after finding out she was an intern at Seattle Grace and that I was going to be her boss of all things.

I couldn't help myself though. She had this innocence about her, but also this fire that sparked, but burned fully once it was brought to the surface. I shouldn't be teasing her…I could see how difficult this situation was for her. Even I had to admit that it was uncomfortable, and I had no problem being naked in comprising positions half the time.

There was just something about her and the way her eyes would narrow, or spark with that fire when I would say something that would obviously annoy her. A part of me instantly wondered if that was something she did around everyone, or something I was easily able to provoke. Either way, it was just too fun to not poke the bear a little more. I should be worried about the claws that might reach out to get me, but for now, I could see she was more roar and less strike.

Which brought me back to the fact that she was an intern and I was her boss. It didn't matter that she looked as adorable as hell—which was new to me. I didn't really care to notice things like that. Women were to be worshipped and adored—for an evening—and then left behind to move on to the next to do the exact same thing.

I know. Even I know I sound like an ass when I say or think things like that, but all the women I worshipped and adored all knew the rules of the game and always walked away satisfied after having ridden the Mark Sloan train. I may not be a relationship guy, but I was the sex guy. The guy you came to when you wanted a good time in the sheets with no strings attached. Everybody won.

The woman laying down in front of me shooting daggers at me, was not the kind of woman that was bed them and leave them. I could see right away she was a relationship kind of girl, which meant: danger Mark Sloan…walk away. Walk away!

She might be cute and have a body that was so tempting, but that was an itch I would not scratch. The shower curtain did little to hide her curves and womanly features. In fact, the thing barely even covered her completely. I had to call on all of my years of medical practice to stop lusting after the fact that I could see the side swells of her breasts. I didn't know whether it was the cold air in the room coupled with the fact that her skin was still damp from the time she was in the shower before the fall, or my presence, but I could see her nipples hardening under the plastic of the curtain.

Eyes up, Mark. Eyes up.

If it wasn't for the fact that we were already late, I would have spent more time teasing her just to see how much more riled up she could be. I wasn't a complete jerk though, and I could see how much not only this situation was slowly killing her, but her need to want to show that she wasn't a complete and utter useless doctor.

In fact, present circumstances excluded, I was actually impressed with her ability to read the situation and diagnosis and solution herself as the patient. She had been thorough and explained it perfectly. Maybe not all interns were as useless as I thought.

What annoyed me the most…was that she still refused to give me her name. At this point, it was moot considering she was going to be working at my hospital, and I was her boss. I could just require that she give me her name, but where was the fun in that. I wanted her to give it to me freely, and for some reason…I didn't know why that was.

As much fun as I was having teasing and riling her up, I needed to get her treated so we could both get to the hospital as soon as possible. As it was, I was sure that Owen was going to ream me out and start paging me incessantly until I answered.

I focused back on the task at hand moving to the medicine cabinet and grabbed what I needed before crouching back towards her head. It wasn't a bad cut by any means. Just needed to be cleaned and bandaged. The fact that she didn't even factor that in, told me she wasn't worried about it at all. It was just a minor cut and the chances of anything happening because it wasn't properly cleaned was slim…but there was this overwhelming need to suddenly want to make sure she was safe and protected.

This was a foreign feeling. I didn't have sisters—well other that my good buddy Derek Shepherd sisters—and you really couldn't count them as sisters if you slept with almost half of them—so looking after someone else other than myself was a foreign feeling.

I opened the bottle of peroxide and saturated one of the cotton balls. Her eyes opened a little wider as I started to come towards her head. "I'm going to clean the cut," I explained.

I could suddenly see a similarity in her that I had for myself. She was used to doing things on her own. Not asking for help. Someone helping her was as foreign to her as it was to myself. I hesitated, until she finally nodded and then relaxed. Well, relaxed her forehead, but still clutched the plastic shower curtain to her body as if it was the most important thing to her right now.

She hissed as the cotton touched the edges of her cut. I slowly and easily wiped away the blood. I couldn't help myself. "Oh, come on, it's just a cut."

It did the trick. Her eyes narrowed again. "Has anyone ever told you that your bedside manner needs work."

I winked. "I have been told I have the best bedside manner."

"Could have fooled me," she muttered, even though I heard it anyway.

I repeated the action one more time, before I grabbed a band aid from the box and placed it over her head. I watched as her brown eyes looked up at me, turning from a light amber to almost a dark chocolate as my fingers left her skin.

I mustered all my strength to maintain my professionalism for this next part. "Alright, we need to flip you on your stomach so I can get to your lower back."

Her eyes went wider as if she would rather jump into a flaming fire pit then turn over and let me touch her. I didn't know if I should feel more offended by that, or more excited that she was nervous about me touching her. As much as she tried to hide it, I could tell that she might be attracted to me. Her dilated pupils and little gasps when I would touch her told me that it might be the case. She bit her lip again, and I had to fight back the growl from leaving my lips. I wondered if she knew how incredibly sexy, she was when she did that.

"Um, ok, but can you look away, while I attempt to turn?" She blurted out nervously.

"We're both doctors," I said tersely.

"Please," she pleaded.

I sighed; and turned. "Fine."

I could hear her grunts of pain. Like me, she was also stubborn and potentially putting herself in greater harm while she tried to attempt this by herself. If the paramedics had been called and came here, I guarantee she wouldn't ask them turn.

"Why don't you just let me help?" I asked.

She grunted again. "Not until I can cover as much as possible," she replied, trying her best to not sound as uncomfortable as she no doubt was.

"There's no point," I countered.

Another grunt. "Why is that?"

I couldn't stop the smirk. "Because I can see everything through the bathroom mirror."

She froze, causing whatever progress she made to stop making her fall back on her back on the tile. "Ow!"

I turned instantly, crouching at her side. "Just let me help," I demanded.

She groaned. "This is your fault. You weren't supposed to be looking."

It came out more of a whine, and it was adorable as hell, but I felt a little bad at making her squirm a little bit. So, I decided to appeal to the part that I knew would get her to see the light. That we were both extremely late and needed to get to work.

"Look, all I want to do his help. Let's not even think about how much trouble we will both be in because we are late. I mean, I'm an attending and pretty much too important to yell at, but you…I know how important it is to make a good first impression."

She gasped, before her lips pursed and her expression turned to one of determination. "Okay. Let's do this."

She grasped at the shower curtain while I explained how we could work together to get her flipped onto her stomach with the least amount of pain as possible. It took a little bit of pausing in between, but I managed to get her on her stomach in mostly a respectable covered position. There was no way I was going to tell her that I had seen a quick glimpse of her ass and could still see the side curves of her breasts…but I was only human.

As my hands found their way to her lower back, I tried to focus on anything other than her soft curves and the way her skin felt silky under my fingertips. I have never had such a hard time separating my ability to focus on a patient other than a doctor—and I had my fair share of beautiful women as patients—the necessary evil as a plastics doctor…but the lithe woman in front of me was proving to be my most difficult case yet.

Talk to her. Focus on something other than how you want to explore her body further.

"Uh, where did you go to school?" I asked, my question coming out gruffly.

She moaned, and it made my entire body stiffen. "Harvard," she replied into her arm.

Her arms were above her head, her forehead resting on top of her hands as her face looked into the floor. I was suddenly glad she wasn't able to see me any longer.

"Harvard…pfft," I chided.

She moaned again just as I eased out the tension in a particular knot in her lower back. "Yeah, where did you go?"

"Columbia," I answered.

She chuckled. Like full on chuckled. "Isn't that were all the rejects from those that can't get into good colleges go?" I sneered. "Ow!" she cried. "Did you just pinch me?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about," I lied.

Her eyes narrowed, but her lips spread into a smile as she resumed back her position with her forehead to her hands. "How long have you been an attending at Seattle Grace?"

"Two years," I answered.

"Do you like it here?"

I shrugged even though she couldn't see me. "It's growing on me. It's not New York, but it's manageable."

She turned her head to the side so she could look at me. "You used to practice in New York?"

I nodded. "Yep. They were so sad to see me leave."

She rolled her eyes. "What made you leave?"

I decided to only give her the half-truth. "My best friend decided to move here. He always had a fascination with boats and ferries."

Her eyes closed as I worked another massive knot from her lower back. I should be focusing on her back, but with her eye's closed, I couldn't help but take in her features. She had such delicate facial features. She was pretty with her brown chestnut hair, brown eyes, oval face and small nose. Couple that with her spitfire attitude, and I bet she would be a force to be reckoned with when it came to being in bed with her.

What? Stop. Abort. Abort.

Her eyes opened, and I was caught. I cleared my throat. "Um, so, don't you think I have earned the right to know your name?"

Her eyes snapped wider. "That's right. I guess I never told you."

He found a third knot and again started to work on it. This one was much lower and close to the curvature of her ass. "So…" I prompted.

"Lexie. Lexie Grey," she answered.

My brows furrowed together. "Grey?" She nodded. "Do you have a sister?"

She let out a long sigh. "Yes. Well, half-sister. Meredith Grey. Do you know her?"

My hands stilled for a second, before they started working again. "I do." I paused. "She never mentioned having a sister."

Lexie angled her head so she could look at me better. "She doesn't know. In fact, I just found out that she is my half-sister. I was actually all set to intern at Mass General, but after I found out about her and that she works here…I decided to intern here," she explained.

I nodded. Part of me wondered how Meredith was going to take the news when she had found out. Like me, Meredith hadn't really had a warm and fuzzy childhood. Her mother was a badass surgeon that only cared about medicine and being a better surgeon, which meant that Meredith was an afterthought. Her father took off not long after he found out that Ellis Grey was having an affair with another doctor at the hospital. That left Meredith to be all alone. To create the hardened exterior, she had today. I wondered if her knowing that she had a sister would be something she would be glad to know. Just like me having Derek as a brother got me through some of the worst of days.

"Can…can you not say anything to her. I kinda want to be the one to tell her," she said hesitantly.

I nodded instantly. It wasn't my information to share. "Of course."

For the first time since I had entered into her apartment, she actually gave me a genuine smile. "Thank you."

I worked out the last knot I could feel and did a final check from what I was capable of doing in trying to ensure her hip placement was back in alignment, and then removed my hands reluctantly. Which was also a first for me.

"Alright. I think that will do it. Let me just wrap your ankle.," I said.

I made quick work of wrapping her ankle tightly but with proper support before I leaned back.

I reached out my hand. "Are you ready to try and stand?"

She looked like she wanted to argue again about modesty and asking me to turn around but stopped herself. With one hand, she held the shower curtain that was wrapped haphazardly around her body and offered me her other hand. I told her on the count of three we would move slowly to get her to stand, and together—although after a few awkward tries—we managed to get her standing.

She beamed. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," I replied.

I couldn't stop myself from looking her body up and down, and part of me knew she was doing the same. After a few seconds she cleared her throat and tucked a piece of her hair behind her hair.

"I should be getting dressed so…"

"Yeah, I should go," I offered, my thumb pointing in the direction towards the door.

She stepped forward. "Uh, thank you again, Dr. Sloan. You really were a life saver."

"It's Mark. And your welcome," I said, putting my hands in the pockets of my jeans.

"Ok. Mark. I guess I will see you around. At the hospital," she clarified.

I nodded. "See you around, Dr. Grey."

"Lexie," she corrected.

Walk away, Sloan. Walk away.

"Lexie," I repeated.

I turned and walked right back out the apartment door without another glance.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this first chapter. Reviews greatly welcome!