A/N Sooo yeah. It's been a million years. Okay, fine. Three months. Still way too long though right?! Most of you will probably have to skim the first few chapters to remember what this story is even about. I got stuck and then I got busy and then I got busier and pretty soon writing this was the last thing on my mind. Recently, I got a random urge to continue this. So, I'm gonna try to really do this story. I'll try to update once a week. I don't feel that great about this chapter, but I figured if I didn't just put it up already I never would!

I also included a poll-type-thing at the end of this chapter, so I'd appreciate a response on that! ENJOY!

Chapter 3

Lexie stood shell-shocked. She desperately wanted to see Mark's reaction, but she couldn't bring herself to look up from the ground. Please, please, please. Something give me an excuse to get out of this terrible situation. Just then as if an answer to her prayers, her cell phone started ringing. "I should go take this." she mumbled as she hastily trotted off to the nearest on-call room.

She locked the door behind her and immediately felt a sense of security and she sat on the ground with her back against the cool metal of the door. She checked her phone to see that her dad had called. Oh, well. I'll call back later, she thought as she switched her phone to silent and put it back in her pocket. She laid on the bed and tried to plan out what she'd do next. "Okay," she said to herself, "I'll just be super professional and pretend like nothing ever happened. If he doesn't mention it, then it doesn't matter. If he does, I'll deal with it then." she glanced at her watch to realize she was already late for rounds. "Way to be professional, Lexie."

"So do I get to scrub or what?" Alex asked.

Mark scoffed. "You wish, Karev."

"What? Why?"

"She obviously didn't want me to know that, jackass."

"You TOLD me to tell you!"

"What the hell does that have to do with anything? Get out of here. NOW." Mark barked. Alex scurried off like a scared puppy.

Marked turned and chuckled to the nearest nurse. "She so digs me." he said before grabbing his charts and heading off to rounds.

They were just starting the first patient when an exasperated Lexie scurried into the room. "Nice of you to join us, Dr. Grey. Care to present?" Mark said with a smirk.

"Elizabeth Kiner. 15. Here for a breast implants?! But- but she's so young." Lexie said unable to contain her shock.

"Don't act so surprised Dr. Grey. Care to explain, Elizabeth?" He asked without taking his eyes off Lexie.

"Two years ago I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I was thirteen. I barely even had boobs, yet somehow I'd gotten cancer. So yeah, I got chemo hoping that would do the trick but a few months later- still no progress. I got surgery- they hacked off my boobs. More chemo. I lost all my friends. They tried to be supportive, but it was scary for them to see some one their own age sick and dying. My mom told me if the cancer went away, I could get a boob job, we'd move away, and no one would ever know I had cancer again. So here I am." she said it in an almost robotic way, as if she had repeated it countless times to countless doctors.

"Oh, I'm sorry I asked." Lexie said.

"Don't be. Everyone asks. I'm used to it."

"What kind of implants would you recommend?" Mark asked. Lexie raised her hand and he pointed to her.

"Well, silicone tend to look and feel more like natural breast tissue." Lexie responded.

"But-"

"But given her age, saline would be safer and more standard."

"Very good, Dr Grey. You will be scrubbing in." Mark announced as the other residents began filing out of the room, "Please prep her for surgery. We will take her down to the OR in an hour."

"Okay."

When the room was empty, Elizabeth turned to Lexie, "Dr. Sloan likes you." she said abruptly.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Dr. Sloan. He likes you. He told me before you came in." Elizabeth giggled.

"Well, that was very inappropriate of Dr. Sloan." Lexie said matter-of-factly.

"You like him too, don't you? I mean look at him. He's gorgeous." Elizabeth pressed.

"It's complicated."

"I wish gorgeous boys liked me. No one likes the cancer girl. Not like that anyways." she admitted.

"But you're not the cancer girl anymore."

"But everyone still thinks of me as the cancer girl."

"Well, not for long they won't!" Lexie said with a smile.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Two hours later, they were standing in the OR, halfway through the surgery. The nurses were all so blatantly whispering about them. Mark saw this as a perfect opportunity to bring up what Karev had said, where she couldn't find an excuse to run away. "So, I know I'm good, but shouting my name whilst-" just as he began, Elizabeth started coding.

"What the hell?!" Lexie said. "What's happening?!"

"I- I don't know." He frantically checked over his work to make sure nothing was amiss. The coding quickly switched to flat-lining.

Lexie took out paddles. "CHARGE TO 200!" Nothing happened. "250!" Still nothing. "300!" Again, nothing. "Charge again!" And still no change. She tried again and again and when she went around for what must have been the tenth time, Mark stopped her.

"It's over Lexie. She's not coming back." It killed him just a bit inside to see the pain in her eyes when she realized he was right. She put the paddles down and they slowly walked to the scrub room. They washed their hands in silence for a while before Mark said, "Anesthesia."

"What?" Lexie asked, confused.

"Her mom asked me to switch her anesthesia because the one she used to use made her drowsy. She must've been allergic to this one and I went and pumped it straight into her blood stream."

"Actually, the anesthesiologist pumped it." she corrected.

"Same difference. I told him to do it."

"So... Who tells the parents?" she wondered aloud.

He should really do the noble thing and offer to do it himself, but he couldn't face it alone. He'd only been a father for a few months now and he already couldn't bear if anything happened to his baby girl. How was he supposed to let this family know that he'd just killed theirs? "Together?" he offered.

"Together."

They approached Elizabeth's parents cautiously. As soon as her mom saw them, her face lit up. "Is Lizzie out of surgery? Oh she'll be so happy when she wakes up!"

Mark began, "Mrs. Kiner. The procedure started out fine, but we ran into a complication along the way."

"What? What do you mean?"

"She had a severe allergic reaction to the new anesthesia we used and she had a heart attack. Tour daughter d-" He continued solemnly.

Mrs. Kiner began sobbing clutching to her husband for support. "No. Stop it. STOP IT!" She wailed.

Lexie finished for him, "We couldn't bring her back. She died on the table." She said over the cries of the girls mother. The girl who had been pressing her for details of her love life just moments ago was now dead. Gone. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She waited for Mark to lead the way from the sobbing family, but he just stood there. Lexie put her hand on his back and geared him towards his office.

"She lived through two years of having breast cancer and I killed her doing a fucking boob job."

"You didn't kill her, Mark. No one could've known she'd react that way to the medication." She looked up at his eyes and as soon as she is she was caught in that Mark Sloan gaze that she knew all too well. He stepped forward. The electricity built with each step he took. Their bodies were inches apart. He slowly leaned in.

In a few seconds, we'll be kissing. Lexie thought to herself. Their lips were almost touching when she reluctantly turned her head away. "It's been a long day. We should both be getting home."

"Yeah , okay." He said pulling away.

Lexie made her way to the locker room and pondered her close call with Mark just now. She was desperate to NOT get sucked into another train wreck of a relationship with him again. Or desperate to not get your heart broken again, she heard a voice say in the back of her head.

She quickly showered anxious to get home. Home, she thought to herself. This should be fun. She'd been lucky enough to avoid Jackson in the hospital all day, but she was pretty sure she wouldn't be so lucky back at Mer's.

She gathered her things and made her way back to the elevators. When the metal doors opened, of course, there was Mark. He smirked his Mark Sloan smirk. "Well we've seen an awful lot of each other today, haven't we."

"Sorry." Lexie word-vomited and immediately wished she could take it back. That doesn't even make sense, you idiot.

His smirk grew wider. "Don't be. I like it."

Lexie took out her phone for a distraction and gaped at what she saw on the screen. 78 missed calls. 49 voice-mails. All from her father. "What the hell?!"

A/N CLIFF HANGER! This was actually originally a filler chapter, but I hate those so I tried to spice it up a bit with a side plot with the patient. Also, my story line here has changed considerably. It's still the same basic idea.

Before I go, I have an interesting question seeing as we're all Slexie fans here. My sister asked me this: If you could bring ONE Grey's Anatomy character back from the dead, who would it be? In my opinion, you can't have Mark without Lexie or vice versa, so I went with George, which surprised her. What do you guys think? Tell me in the comments below! DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW! (: