Hey guys! School getting busy; you know the usual excuse. Enjoy and sorry for the short chapter! I realized I have been forgetting to put the disclaimer in here, so I don't own anything except for drunken Margret! Enjoy!!


The door was kicked closed. The lock was put into action with an audible click sound. Lexie heard the deep breath and then the soft sound of his footsteps. She slowly opened her eyes, taking a deep breath. Mark was rubbing his temples, his face solemn, and his eyes stone cold. They stood that way for a while and collected themselves as if preparing for war. Finally, Mark took one final breath and then spoke.

"What. The. Hell. Were. You. Doing. WITH THAT GUY?" Mark nearly shouted, unable to compose himself by the end of the sentence.

Lexie's tear threatened to spill again as she thought about how Marcus managed again ruin her life. How was she going to fix this? Her eyes starred intently at the floor, unable to look at him as her guilty conscious took over. Why couldn't she tell him the truth? Had she not survived a drunken father and a senile stepsister? "Mark," she whispered, "Words cannot describe how sorry I am. I don't even know what to say or how to fix this. I just I love you so much and things are going so good for us. Please don't make this then end. Please."

Even in his fuming rage his heart sank as he heard Lexie's pleas. Yet, the lion was raging. "Oh, please Lexie. Stop acting so pathetic," Lexie's doe-like eyes began to water as he continued, "You could have any guy in the hospital. A guy who is worthy of your time and responsible and doesn't have a track record. Isn't that right, Lexie? Why stay with the man-whore who is just bound the screw up?" Mark paused and turned away from Lexie. His back like a stone-wall between their love. "Well, guess what Lexie," he said, his voice getting strangely quiet, "It wasn't me. It was you. Yet, I will have to take the blame because I am Mark Sloan. Womanizer."

"Oh Mark," she said launching herself at him, "This is not the way it was suppose to turn out! We were suppose to move in together and have fun and then get married and have babies," she said sobbing, "We were suppose to heal each other and be there for each other always. And then-"

"Stop," he said, "Just stop it! I…I can't listen to this right now. If it were yesterday, I would have listened to this with some much joy just to know someone wants to be with the guy with a screwed up childhood. But…I can't do it today. I just can't. I can't think about our future, when right now we don't even have a present." He ran his hand through his hair. "As the woman that is my girlfriend, I hope you would understand this. Just…give me time." He turned around and began towards to the door. Pausing at the door handle he said quietly, "You know what hurt the most, Lex? Knowing that he was about to kiss you, and you weren't even going to do anything about it."

"I-"

"No. He knows everything about you Lexie. I don't know a thing."

The last thing Lexie heard was the sound of the door closing. The only thing she saw were her tears.

**

"We have to think of a plan Margret! This girl cannot be here any longer. Not one second longer!" She took a long gulp of whiskey straight from the bottle. The Upper East Side Margret was long gone. "Come on! Think…think! Why couldn't Marcus just follow the damn plan and stay away from the nurses?"

Margret stood up from her spot onto the bathroom floor and stumbled over to the sink and looked at her self in the mirror. Her hair was unruly, her mascara was running. The once neatly pressed collared shirt was half unbuttoned and half un-tucked and there was a peculiar purplish-orangish stain from god knows what.

And that's when it hit her.

Throw a party.

Milk the sympathy.

Kill the companion.

Yes, this plan….crash. After she sobers up.

Okay hope you enjoyed! Hopefully I'll update later this week, but I have soccer and a big project due on Monday so we shall see! Farwell friends! ~Twitterpatted