A/N: This one is a little different!
McSlexie: Season 9.
Everything was white. For a long time, he'd existed in a sort of grey murkiness, but now...
It was white.
Except for the shiny silver elevator doors in front of him.
He felt something rubbing against his leg. Mark looked down. A cat?
"Hey buddy," he reached down and picked it up. The cat mewed in protest but settled as he stroked the top of his head. "Whatcha doing here?"
The cat yowled.
Mark cuddled the animal close to his chest. It was warm and breathing and purring.
'DING!' As soon as the elevator dinged, the cat sprang out of his embrace toward the doors. Startled, Mark waited. The doors slid open.
"There you are!" A woman called from the elevator. "You know you're not supposed to-,"
"Meowr," The cat replied, flicking its tail.
The woman looked up, "Oh," she said, looking at Mark. "I see."
Mark regarded her quietly. She seemed so familiar. He'd seen her before somewhere... and those eyes...
Realization dawned on him. "Mrs. Grey," he said.
"Mark Sloan," she acknowledged, picking up the cat.
"What-" He'd never met her in person. He'd seen a couple pictures but- "Wait a sec," he said, looking to the whiteness behind him. "If you're here, then..."
"Yes," Susan nodded sadly. "I'm sorry Mark."
"I'm dead?"
She nodded again.
"I'm dead." He shifted on his feet, the weight of that statement sinking in. He didn't think it'd be this soon... but, "Lexie," he breathed. He'd tried. Tried to live without her.
But he couldn't.
Susan stepped back into the elevator. "She's waiting for you, Mark."
He blinked, a sudden swell of feeling rose up from his stomach to his chest to his throat, accumulating as a lump of...
Grief?
Joy?
Relief?
Love?
All of the above.
"Come on," Susan said, her eyes twinkling. "I don't bite. Well, the cat might, but I think he likes you..." she rambled.
He stepped onto the elevator. The doors closed. He looked down at Lexie's mother. "I love her, you know. I never... I never stopped."
She smiled, "I know. She told me." Susan looked up at him. "She loves you too." She sighed and put the cat down. "Oh, look at you... this won't do."
Mark looked down at himself. "Oh," he was in a hospital gown. No wonder it felt a little breezy down there.
Susan stopped the elevator and put her hands on his shoulders. "So handsome," she said. "No wonder Lexie..." she blushed. "Never mind. There. How's that?"
How was what? Mark wondered. Then he followed Susan's hands as they brushed down his upper arms. He was now in a tux.
"Nice, Mrs. G," he said.
"Oh please, it's Susan."
"Susan," he nodded. "Thank you."
"Oh, and this!" She took his palm in hers. He felt something strange in his hands. "Well, this is my floor. I'll see you later. Oh," Susan wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. "She'll be so pleased to see you!"
"Hm," Mark responded. But Susan was gone now, and so was the cat.
He looked at the thing in his hand and smiled.
Mistletoe.
The elevator tugged and finally stopped. Mark's heart raced a thousand beats a second while he stood there, waiting.
The doors opened. There she was. In all her bridal glory. The white lacey dress sparked in the light. It hugged every curve of her gracious upper body while accenting her hips and bust.
It was stunning. He was speechless.
She stood there, looking him slowly up and down, a small delighted smile curving her lips. Lexie stepped inside the elevator, clutching the bouquet of white roses. A very thin veil clouded her light face, and he longed to part it.
She too seemed to be soaking in his presence. She touched his chest, running her palm down the soft suede of his lapel. "You...y-you-," she started.
"Yeah," he said, picking up her hand and kissing the back of it. "I couldn't do it, Lex. I just couldn't."
"You're here," she rasped. "Mark, I-"
"It's okay." His free hand lifted the veil. "We're together. Forever this time." He cupped her cheek, running his thumb over soft skin.
"Forever," she whispered.
"Lexie?"
"Yeah?"
He raised his hand high over them, dangling the mistletoe. Not that they really needed the excuse, but, Lexie had a thing about these plants so... "Kiss me."
Her brown-eyed gaze traveled up to the small plant he dangled over them. "Oh," she said.
She leaned in.
He leaned in.
They met in the middle, a soft and tender meeting of plump lips. But their passion for each other in this moment was anything but soft and tender.
Lexie moaned softly, plunging deeper into him.
He heard the soft 'plunk' as she dropped her bouquet. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers slipping through his hair. Their kiss deepened, and Mark realized something very cool about kissing in the afterlife. He didn't have to come up for air.
The mistletoe fell as he moved to hold her tighter against him. He pushed her down, feeling her body curve as he dipped her. Boldly, he sampled every luscious curve and swell of her mouth, his tongue raking the backs of her teeth even. "Mmm," he hummed in her.
"Mark," Lexie panted, pulling away. She touched his cleanly shaved jawline. "I love you. I never stopped."
He blinked slowly, she smelled of roses. Her cheeks flushed, eyes heady with desire.
"I know," he replied. "Me neither." Pulling her up, he continued to lavish her with kisses against the elevator doors. With every bit of his body pressed against hers, he followed her lead as she took him through the now open doors.
"Let's go home." Lexie tugged him along.
"Home?" asked Mark.
"Home," she answered.