Hey guys! I am back again! I am loving the attention that this story is getting...you guys are literally the best! Who else is super stoked for the Grey's premiere this month? I know we won't have any Mark/Lexie action, but it is still my Grey's. Anyway, here you go...

"Wait." Mark said, pushing the apartment door open, and returning to help Lexie inside. It had officially been one month since the crash and her legs were still kind of useless.

"Mark, I am okay." Lexie explained. "You have to stop babying me."

"Are you sure you feel okay?" He asked her as she sat on the couch.

"I have physical therapy in the morning and it always seems to help."She looked him in the eyes. "But I think I wanna go alone."

Mark just laughed. "No, you're not."

"Yes, I am." She told him. "Everyone else is back at work. Cristina, Meredith, you. I need to get better as fast as I can and having you there won't help."

"What are you talking about?"

"You hold me back." Lexie replied. "And I love you for it, because you think you're protecting me, but it's...overprotective."

"I just don't want to see you get hurt." He took her hand in his as he sat next to her.

"I know." She smiled. "I want you to go do your rhinoplasty tomorrow and I will go to physical therapy and we will meet back here and have a fantastic dinner. What do you say?"

Mark leaned in and kissed her softly but passionately.

The next day, in the physical therapy wing, Lexie found herself out of breath as she tried to finish one more lap around the room.

"I think that's enough, Dr. Grey." Her PT nurse, Amy, offered.

"No, just one more." She panted.

"I really don't think it's a good idea to be pushing this hard." Amy said.

"But I can do it."

"Dr. Grey, please." Amy stopped her. "That's enough for today."

She stopped and panted before seating herself on a nearby bench.

"Are you okay?"

"I can't keep being like this." Lexie replied. "I can't keep being helpless. I can't take the constant hand-holding, the 'how are you doing?'s and the 'let me get that for you's. I will punch somebody."

"I know." Her nurse sympathized. "But, do you want to hear some good news?"

Lexie laughed loudly. "I dare you."

"I think based on your progress, after a couple more sessions, you could probably lose those crutches." Amy smiled.

"Seriously?"

"Dr. Torres said she thought your recovery might move a little faster. She said you were much too determined. You are making remarkable progress."

"Thank you." Lexie looked down and slowly got to her feet. "So I'll see you next week?"

"Next week."

Lexie became quite the professional on crutches. She made her way to the elevator and up to the orthopedic floor for a small follow-up appointment with Callie.

"Hi." She greeted the receptionist with a smile. "I am supposed to see Dr. Torres this afternoon."

"Lexie." Callie's voice came from behind her. "How are you doing?"

Lexie cringed at the question she began to hate. "Good. Amy says I'm making fast progress."

"Glad to hear it. Let's take a look and make sure everything is healing."

Callie took every precaution, took blood, urine, and ran numerous x-rays to check on the status of her leg and pelvis breaks. Lexie sat on the exam table, nervously fidgeting with her hands.

"Okay." Callie said, walking in with the envelope of x-rays. "Do you want the good news or the better news?"

"Hit me." Lexie giggled.

"The good news is that your legs are healing very well." Callie beamed. "The better news is that, from what I can tell, the breaks in your pelvis look to be healed."

"That's great, right?" Lexie looked confused.

"Yeah. You can resume other activities." Callie used air quotes. "Just not to strenuous or rough or anything."

Lexie blushed. "Thank you, Callie."

"Anytime." She said, leaving the room.

Lexie sighed as she unlocked the apartment door and hobbled inside to find Mark asleep on the couch, holding a small bouquet of roses. She smiled as she closed the door quietly and walked over to the couch. Taking the blanket that laid over the back of the couch, she lightly draped it over him, covering him as best she could before hopping to the bedroom and crawling in bed herself. It was nice having the bed to herself but strange at the same time, she missed having him there, but he looked so peaceful she really didn't want to wake him. He had been stressed out with surgery and her recovery. He had way too much on his plate. Lexie blinked awake and looked at the clock on the nightstand. 2:37 am. She sighed and rolled over, trying desperately to fall back to sleep when she heard stirring in the living room.

"Lexie?" She heard Mark call out.

"In here." She lightly responded.

"Why didn't you wake me?" He asked, leaning in to kiss her. "I was waiting for you to get home."

Lexie took the flowers he handed to her and smiled. "I knew how tired you were, I wanted you to get your rest."

"I'm never too tired for you." He brushed a stray hair from her face. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"So how was therapy?" Mark segued.

"Really good." Lexie told him. "Oh, I have news. My pelvis has apparantly healed pretty nicely. I am cleared for 'other activities'. That's the way that Callie put it."

"Really? That's great." Mark kissed her again.

"If we decide to have sex, we have to be careful. Gentle."

"I am great when it comes to gentle." He said with his trademark McSteamy smile.

"Uh-huh." Lexie giggled. "I thought if you came home and were nice then we could celebrate, but you were asleep...oh well."

"Hey now." Mark defended. "Don't do that. Don't tease me like that."

She just laughed at him. "This is nice isn't it? I missed it."

"I know." Mark kissed her slowly. "We've got quite a bit of time to make up for."

"Well, by all means, let's get to it." She smiled.

Later that night...

"That was..."

"Don't say it." Lexie finished. "I thought it would have gone smoother."

Mark began to chuckle.

"And now you're laughing at me. That's perfect." She sighed.

"No, baby." He tried to comfort her. "We'll get it right. It's not like we haven't had problems before."

"Mark." She tried.

"Okay." He interrupted. "Let's try again, but let me do all the work, okay?"

"Really?" She crinkled her nose.

"Trust me." Mark smiled.

Lexie covered her face with her hands. "Whatever." She muttered.

45 minutes later...

"Well..." Lexie looked up at the ceiling. "That was better, right?"

"Much better." He answered. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Not at all. It actually felt really nice." She said, meekly.

"So we did good?"

"We did good." Lexie agreed. "Progress, right?"

"Absolutely."

Mark held out his arm and held Lexie close to him, their breathing in synchronicity. Mark immediately remembered the crash a few weeks ago and how he thought this would never happen again and yet, here she was, in his arms. The place she belonged.

I know this chapter had kind of a weird feel, but I wanted to explore the frustration of trying to get a spark back in a sex life that seems to have lost it. I thought it was kind of funny to play off of. I am hoping to have more Meredith and Lexie action in the next chapter. Leave your thoughts and comments in a review and be sure to look for the next chapter soon. Thanks again for all the love and support.