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How would you guys like me to handle other relationships? This story will be mainly Slexie, but other characters and relationships will be constantly referenced or alluded to. It will definitely be MerDer, Calzona, Bailey and Ben, probably April and Jackson, and possibly Cristina and Owen (though I'm not really a fan of them). How would you guys like me to handle Alex or the Chief?

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Mark quickly filled a cup with water and raised it to her parched lips.

Lexie sighed as the cool liquid slip down her dry throat.

She slowly opened her brown eyes.

"What-What's going on?" She asked groggily, looking around the room.

"You're okay, Lexie. You're in the hospital." He said gently, squeezing her hand.

"I died, I don't understand." She gasped.

"It's a long story. Just relax. You're awake. I'll go get Derek." He said softly, gently pressing a kiss to her forehead.

He quickly walked out to the nurse's station.

"Can you page Shepherd and Yang?"

The nurse made a couple calls. "Yang's coming, Shepherd is in surgery."

Mark looked at Lexie in her room and made a split second decision.

"Derek," He yelled bursting into the O.R.

"What?" He asked impatiently as he looked up.

"Lexie's awake," He exclaimed.

Derek quickly looked at the resident assisting him. "I'm done here, can you close up?"

He quickly scrubbed out and followed Derek down the hallway.

Mark walked back into Lexie's room to find Cristina assessing her.

"Hey," Lexie said softly as they walked in.

"Hi, Little Grey," Derek said with a soft smile. Tears formed in his eyes as he walked over to check her out.

"Vitals seem good, we probably won't know about the legs until they completely heal."

"My legs?" Lexie asked softly.

"She doesn't know yet," Christina whispered to Derek.

Mark silently walked over and grabbed her hand.

"When the plane wing fell on top of you, it crushed your legs and pelvis, but it also crushed your spine. We were able to fix it, but we don't know if you'll be able to walk again."

"Okay," Lexie said softly trying to hold back tears. "And my arm?" She asked looking at the bulky cast.

"It was barely attached, but Dr. Torres was able to reconstruct the bones and the nerves were reattached. You should regain full function." Cristina said trying to remain stoic.

"Who-Who found me?" She asked softly.

"The paramedics found you, I was with them. They got you loose and I was able to stabilize you." Cristina replied looking down at her resident.

The two doctor's pagers went off.

They both quickly told her they'd come back later.

"Derek, can you call Meredith and my dad?" Lexie asked softly before they walked out.

"Of course," Derek responded.

After the two left Lexie looked at Mark.

"How is everyone else doing?" She asked. She tried to hold back tears.

"Everyone's good. Meredith and Cristina were practically unscathed, Arizona is in physical therapy."

Lexie nodded softly.

"Lex, it's okay to cry," He said softly squeezing her hand.

"No, it's not. I died. You told me you loved me and I died. I should be happy I survived. I should know that it's a miracle and that I should be dead right now. I should know that not being able to walk and almost losing my arm and losing a month of my life should be okay with me. But it's not. I just… I can't…" She began to cry.

"Shhh. Worry about all that tomorrow. For now I'm going to crawl into bed with you and stroke your hair because you told me once that it's what you like done when you're hurt." He said softly. He laid beside her, trying not to disturb all of the different wires she was connected to and her multiple casts.

They didn't need to talk about what was said in the woods. They didn't need to voice that they were back together. They just knew.

They awoke to a knock on the door.

"Hi," Meredith said softly as she walked into the room with Zola in her arms.

"Hey, Mer," Lexie said softly.

Mark kissed her forehead and pulled himself away to give the sisters some alone time.

"Lexie!" Zola exclaimed when she laid eyes on her aunt.

"Hey, Zo," Lexie said smiling at the little girl. Meredith put the little girl in her sister's lap.

"It was her first word," Meredith said as she sat down.

"What?" Lexie asked in shock.

"The day after the crash, Derek and I were talking about you and she just said it." Meredith said with a smile.

Lexie smiled and tickled her niece with her good arm.

"I'm really glad you're okay." Meredith said with a smile. "I never got to say goodbye." She said softly.

"Meredith," Lexie said softly looking up at her sister.

"I'm sorry, Lex. I shouldn't have said anything. I just can't believe I almost lost you." Meredith said looking at her little sister.

"You didn't lose me, Mer. I'm not going anywhere." Lexie said with a smile as she squeezed her older sister's hand.

"You hate apples." Meredith said suddenly.

"What?" Lexie asked her sister with a laugh.

"The five things you told me, you hate apples, you can draw freakishly well with an Etch-A-Sketch, you play the trombone, you like math, and we do the same things with our fingers when we try to make a point."

"Five things that might make it harder for you to hate me. I really picked pretty useless things, didn't I?" Lexie asked her sister with a laugh.

Meredith laughed and begun to respond when they heard a knock on the door.

"Dad?" Lexie said softly. Thatcher stood in the door with tears in his eyes and bouquet in his hands. He was clearly sober.

"Hey, Bug," Thatcher said with a smile as he looked down at his daughter.

"I should get going," Meredith said as she began as she moved to pick up Zola.

"If it's alright with Lexie, I'd really like you to stay." Thatcher said nervously as he put the flowers on the bedside table.

"That would be nice," Lexie said with a smile.

"Would you like to hold your granddaughter?" Meredith asked her father.

"Really? You'd be okay with it?" He asked surprised.

"I think if we've learned anything from this, it's that life's way too short. You may've just been the guy who poured my cereal in the morning, but I'd really like Zola to get to know her grandfather." Meredith gently picked up her daughter and handed her over to her father.

"Hi Zola, I'm your grandpa," Thatcher said with a smile, looking down at the young girl.

Lexie smiled as she looked at her family. She was so proud of her dad. He had gotten lost after her mom died, but he had found his way back and she could tell he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

"Look who finally decided to grace us with her presence." Jackson said with a laugh as she walked into her room.

"Hello to you too," Lexie said with a grin.

Jackson silently walked over and put a handful of peanut butter cups.

"Thank you," Lexie said with a laugh.

"Haven't you ever wondered how I knew that?" Jackson asked her with a small grin.

"I… I just… I guess not." She said with her mouth full.

"Mark told me. When your Dad came here after you and Mark had broken up, he wanted me to find out what was wrong. He wouldn't let me operate unless I did. He wanted me to tell him what you said, but I told him I didn't find anything out because I knew that was the only way I might have a shot with you. I should've known, he knew you so well. I should've known I never had a shot." Jackson said with a laugh.

"Are you happy?" Lexie asked him softly.

"Yeah, I am…" Jackson said, getting a distant look in his eyes.

"Good." Lexie said with a laugh.

Later that day, Lexie lay in bed with Molly. The second Molly heard Lexie was awake she had jumped on a plane and soon arrived in Seattle. The two were spending some alone time.

Lexie felt closer to Meredith now, but Molly would always be her little sister, the one she grew up with, and she knew that bond would never fade away.

The two laid in Lexie's tiny hospital bed, eating ice cream, watching their favorite childhood movie, It Takes Two. Lexie had always identified with Amanda, the tomboyish outgoing orphan who loved baseball as much as Lexie did, and Molly had always identified with Alyssa, the rich, girly, cultured heiress.

Lexie grinned softly as Amanda began to speak. These words had been engrained in her memory as long as she could remember and they were how she identified love.

Lexie slowly repeated the young girl's words.

"It's got to be that can't eat, can't-sleep, reach-for-the-stars, over-the-fence, World Series kind of stuff." She giggled a little. Ever since she was little, she had wondered if she would ever find a boy who made her feel that way and now she had Mark, who was everything she had ever hoped for as a little girl and much, much more.

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That night, Mark and Lexie finally had some alone time. The two hadn't been together all day because Lexie's family and other friends had come to visit.

By ten that night, everyone had gone home except for a couple other doctors.

Mark walked out of her bathroom, the steam from the shower followed him. His towel was wrapped around his waist.

Lexie grinned as he walked out the bathroom. He could still make her heart race. There was absolutely no feeling like it.

"What?" Mark asked her with a laugh. He began to look for his clothes.

Lexie looked at him and before she knew what was happening, she opened her mouth.

"Marry me."

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