The last chapter was kind of cruel to leave you on a cliffhanger so we are diving right into it.

"I need help out here!" Derek yelled before heading back out to the car.

"Ow!" Lexie cried, holding her stomach.

Miranda Bailey was the first one out to the car.

"Get me a gurney." She barked. "Now, you fools!"

The scared group of interns scattered. When the gurney was rolled up, Derek and Miranda helped Lexie up and quickly wheeled her inside, Meredith following close behind with Haley in her arms.

"What happened?" Jackson asked in shock as he rounded the corner.

"Jackson!' Meredith called. "Thank god. Take her." She said, handing Haley off.

"But Lex-"

"Now, Jackson! Please." She begged.

Meredith walked over to Lexie's bedside where Dr. Bailey was scrambling to hook up the appropriate machines.

"You're gonna be okay kiddo." Meredith said, squeezing her hand for comfort.

"I need an ultrasound, stat!" Dr. Bailey shouted.

"I'm gonna call Mark." Meredith said, getting up.

"No!" Lexie yelled. "No. Don't Meredith."

"Lexie he is going to want to know."

"No he won't, trust me." She replied.

"He cares, Lexie. He should know." Derek tried.

"I could tell." Lexie whimpered. "Today when we talked. He never looked at me so cold and emotionless."

"Lex-" Meredith tried.

"No. I don't want him here!" She cried.

"Okay, you two, back off! She is in enough pain as it is. I don't need the two of you causing her unnecessary pain." Bailey yelled, pulling the curtain closed.

"What do we do?" Meredith whispered to Derek.

"I'll call him." He paused. "I'll go outside and call him. He needs to know and she needs him here, so I'll do it. It's better if she hates me."

Dr. Bailey quickly pulled the curtain back and pulled Meredith to the side.

"You guys should call Sloan."

"Derek just went to do it." Meredith pointed to the door. "What's going on?"

"Her placenta is detatching from her uterus." Miranda explained. "It looks like it started earlier today and I can't pick up a fetal heartbeat."

"The baby?" Meredith asked.

Dr. Bailey just sadly shook her head.

"Oh, my god." Meredith sank. "Does she know?"

"She knows." She explained. "She is barely functioning. I am taking her to the OR, but the baby...I'm sorry, Grey."

One Hour Later

"She is in a room, if you want to see her." Dr. Bailey announced to Meredith and Derek.

Meredith slowly walked in and lightly touched her sister's arm. "Hey." She whispered. "How are you feeling?"

"I don't." Lexie whispered. "I don't feel, Meredith."

"Honey, I'm so sorry."

Lexie nodded, the tears falling. "Me, too. I failed, Mer."

"You did not." She wiped her little sister's tears. "You are an amazing mom. This...this just wasn't meant to be."

"He's so mad at me, Mer." Lexie sniffled.

"Shhh...it's gonna be okay." Meredith held her close. "It's going to be okay."

"Derek!" Mark called, jogging down the hall. "How is she?"

"Lexie is okay. She is in a room with Meredith." He pointed to the closed door.

"What about the baby?" He asked, full of fear.

"Her placenta detatched from her uterus." Derek explained, as Mark shook his head. "Bailey tried everything, but she wasn't able to save the baby. I'm sorry."

"No." Mark sank down in a nearby chair.

"Man, I'm so sorry." Derek said, squeezing his shoulder.

"How is she?"

"I'm not going to lie. It's pretty bad. I think she is kicking herself right now." Derek sighed. "You should go see her."

Mark sniffed, looked up at him, and nodded as he slowly got up. Derek walked him over to the closed door and lightly tapped.

"Meredith." He motioned with his head to step out.

With a pat on Lexie's leg, she got up and headed to the hall. A couple minutes later the door opened again and Mark entered the dark room. All Lexie could do was stare out the window, the darkness, the rain. It seemed appropriate for how she felt.

"Lex." He said, causing her to look at him. "Baby, I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry about." She said, looking back out the window.

"Honey, talk to me." He was borderline begging.

Lexie began to fall apart. "I screwed up. The one thing I was supposed to do right and I screwed it up."

"This wasn't your fault."

"Please. Stop." Lexie wiped her eyes. "Don't come in here and try to make me feel better when you hate me."

"I don't hate you."

Lexie just scoffed.

"I was upset. I'm sorry." He tried.

"I need to sleep. Close the door on your way out, please." Lexie said, rolling over.

"No." Mark protested. "You can sleep, but I'm gonna sleep in this chair right here."

"I don't want you here." She said, blatently. "I don't want you here, just like you don't want to be my husband, so I guess fair is fair."

"Lexie-"

"You know, I let you explain to me a thousand times how you screwed up, why you screwed up and you couldn't give me two lousy minutes to defend myself."

"I'm sorry."

"There seems to be a lot of that today, huh?"

There came a knock from the door and a second later, Nathan Hanson appeared from behind.

"I heard you were here. Are you okay?"

The voice caused Mark to turn around and he immediately raised himself from his seat.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Mark asked calmly, but not hiding his anger.

"Mark." Lexie tried.

"I just wanted to see how she was doing." Nathan said.

"How she's doing isn't any of your concern." Mark told him. "I'm her husband. It concerns me."

"Look, I was just checking on her."

"And so you have. Have a great night." Mark said with sarcasm.

Nathan walked toward the door before mark stopped him.

"By the way, if I see you so much as looking at my wife in a way that I find inapproprate, I will do much worse than a punch to the face." He told him. "Stay away from Lexie."

Nathan just nodded and backed out of the room. Mark shut the door and settled back in the chair where he was sitting.

"Thank you." Lexie mumbled meekly.

"Anything for you." Mark answered. "I love you. Get some sleep, okay."

"Yeah."

The next morning, Lexie had awoken to find Mark still in the same spot. She couldn't believe he slept the entire night sitting in that god awful uncomfortable chair. She felt lucky, but at the same time she felt bad and thought that part of him was only doing it out of obligation to his child. The child that she had lost. She picked up a small stress ball sitting next to her bed and pelted it at him.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Good morning, sunshine. You should get to work." Lexie said.

"The chief knows. He is letting me off the hook." He told her.

"Well, Bailey said I could go home today, so Meredith should be here any minute." She explained.

"She won't, actually."

"What? Why?" Lexie asked.

"You said it yourself, Bailey said you could go home." Mark emphasized. "We are going home together and we are going to start to heal together."

"Mark, just like twelve hours ago, you were talking about hiring an attorney. I don't want to go back home with you, just for you to rip the rug out from under me when I think we've found some solid ground."

"You are missing something, Grey." He said. "Everytime we think we're done with each other, fate, or life, or whatever, keeps throwing us back together. For some reason, no matter what I do...I can't let you go. Ever. Do you get that?"

Lexie looked down at her blanket.

"You and I. This is it. I am not going to let this go and I hope that you will fight like hell with me." He looked down to catch her eye. "What do say, Little Grey? Are you in?"

"One condition."

"Anything." He agreed.

"I pick the movie tonight." She said with a smile.

"Deal." He said, leaning in to kiss her.

This chapter took a lot of pre-meditation and I wrestled with the decision of letting the baby go. It just seemed like the right thing for the story. Please don't hate me and I promise lots of juicy goodness to come. Thanks for all the support and I hope it continues. Much love!