Much thanks to those who reviewed and added me to alerts, it's much appreciated! I should point out I don't watch private practice so I didn't know what that naughty Mark had been up to until seeing the last grey's - this story now has a few spoilers for I like you so much better when you're naked (Finally Alex grew some testacles with Izzie - sadly not in this story yet). And to those of you who were worried about the outcome for Mark and Lexie - please don't, I'm a shipper at heart, I can't guarantee who the father of the baby is (I've just read a really good Bones fic where Booth isn't the father but they still end up together) but you can be fairly sure there will be a happy ending.


'Come on, I need to pee.' Christina rapped on the bathroom door again. Her and Meredith had been on the tequila all night so as well as being drunk the diuretic effect of alcohol was starting to make itself known on Christina's system.

'It's open.' Lexie called out, pushing herself up from the floor, forgetting about the test that she had left on the side of the bath. As she slipped out of the bathroom, Christina stumbled in, slamming the door and nearly falling over the bath mat in the process. It was only when she was half heartedly washing her hands that she noticed the small white stick with the two pink lines.

'Christina I need to throw up, open the door.' Meredith giggled at the same time. Derek was having a boy's night with Mark which had become an excuse for Christina and Meredith to have a man free evening. The door flung open and Meredith leant over the toilet, retching. When she sat up she saw what her best friend was holding. 'Again?'

'No. But I think your sister has issues.'

'Lexie?'

'She is your sister.' Christina replied. 'And I didn't think you were that drunk?'

'No. I mean Lexie' Meredith waved her hand in the general direction of the door, her drunkenness preventing her from pointing accurately at Lexie who was stood in the door frame. 'You're gonna have a baby.' She slurred.

'I was really hoping you hadn't seen that.' Lexie took the positive test from Christina's hand.

'I think this calls for more Tequila.' Meredith reached behind the cistern and pulled out another bottle with a little plastic hat for a top. 'Sorry, none for you.' Meredith waved the bottle towards Lexie before failing to open it.

'Give that here.' Christina grabbed the bottle. 'No more Tequila.'

Lexie slunk down onto the floor again. 'What am I going to do?' Lexie looked at Meredith, not knowing Christina's history, it was however Christina who answered.

'You have options. But if you have the baby I'm guessing that you and Sloan, who are mostly very nauseating, will live happily ever after and produce lots more cute offspring.' Lexie took Christina's words in, wishing that she could have some of the contents of the still unopened Tequila bottle. Somehow she knew that Christina's option wasn't for her although the thought had crossed her mind.

'What if the baby isn't Mark's?' Lexie whispered, too ashamed and guilty to look up, the ramifications of that one night starting to truly hit her. Christina didn't know what to say, she was rapidly working through the possible fathers in her head trying to remember who she had seen Lexie with in the last couple of months. The only person she could come up with was McSteamy, even if most of their recent interactions had been of the moping and depressive variety.

'Alex?' Meredith was rapidly sobering up and remembering the morning that she had walked in on her sister and one of her best friends.

'You slept with Karev?' Christina couldn't help exclaiming. 'You little Grey are full of surprises.'

'It was a onetime deal, a big mistake.' Lexie was crying again. 'And I don't know how I tell them.'

'Them?' Christina questioned.

'Mark and Alex, how do I tell them that one of them is going to be a father but I don't know which one?' The three women in the bathroom fell silent at that, no one knowing what to say.


Derek finally found his friend, face down, asleep on his desk in Seattle grace hospital. From the presence of the blankets and pillows he guessed that Mark had been sleeping here quite a bit. Derek regretted that he had been so wrapped up in issues with the Chief that he hadn't noticed just how low his friend had sunk. As he rounded the desk Derek knocked off the papers on the corner. Bending down to pick them up Derek couldn't help reading them. His friend was thinking about leaving SGH. It was time for an intervention.

'Mark.' Derek shook the exhausted plastic surgeon awake.

'Lexie. It's still dark.' Mark mumbled, still half asleep.

'I'm not Lexie.'

Mark finally sat up and registered his surroundings. 'Sorry. What can I do for you Derek?'

'Gentleman's night. You, me, scotch and cigars. Christina and Meredith are right at this moment consuming unhealthy amounts of Tequila.' Derek placed said items on the desk. 'If you pass me the chair I'll dismantle the smoke detector in here.'

'I'm not really in the mood.' Mark ran his hand through his short blonde hair and over the three day stubble that he couldn't find the energy to shave off.

'We can talk about women or not talk about women, it's up to you. But you my friend have to talk to somebody before you burn out.' Derek finished taking the smoke alarm apart and pushed a glass of scotch over the table to Mark.

'I screwed up. Big time. I slept with Addison'

'I think we've covered my ex-wife before.' Derek lit his cigar.

'When I was in LA with Sloan. I told Lexie. Then she told me she had slept with Karev and I told her I was disgusted and walked off. She would have been ready to forgive me and I walked away. This is why I don't do relationships.'

'The way I see it you have two choices. You can either sit here with me, drink, continue to mope and decide to go halfway around the world. Not that that wouldn't be a noble thing to do, but you need to be doing it for the right reasons.'

'Or?' Mark was looking mildly interested in his dark haired best friend.

'Or, you can be the Mark Sloan I've known for most of my life and go and get what you want.' Derek downed the rest of his drink and watched as Sloan stood up, grabbed his jacket and keys and went to the door. 'Go home Mark, get a shave and a shower and a good night's sleep and start again with Lexie tomorrow.'


Once again I won't swear blind I'll update but I'll do my best. (I'm about to start my final year surgical rotation at medical school so life is a little chaotic at the moment - surgeons are fun on TV, not so much in real life!)