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That's all I got to say about this week's episode. We need some fluff, so this chapter is basically just that. Does anyone know of any really awesome Mark/Lexie stories I could read? Thanks for the reviews, alerts and favorites, as usual, you guys are freaking rockstars.
Whisper Hello, I Miss You Quite Terribly
Lexie slowly preformed a running whip stitch on a thirty year old woman's heart, as the eyes of the Chief as well as the majority of the attendings, including neuro, cardio, ortho, and plastics, looked on with interest, intrigue, and admiration. Not many surgical residents got the opportunity to preform a solo surgery within their first couple of years of residency, but today Lexie Grey got to preform a solo cardiac repair within her first couple of days back.
Earlier that day, a helicopter crash on the highway caused a huge wave of trauma causalities to roll into Seattle Grace. Though, for a while, it was all hands on deck, Altman had demanded that Lexie stay on the surgical floor and pay particular attention to one of her post ops. In the midst of the chaos, Lexie had to open her patient's chest while she lied on her hospital bed.
Having rushed her patient to surgery, Lexie had begun, and was now in the process of finishing, a repair to her patient's aortic wall, of which had collapsed under the intensity of her surgery previously that day.
Lexie took a deep breath as she backed away from the body and waited for the heart to turn pink and begin beating. The air in the OR was gone, as was the air in the gallery above the operating room. No one said a word as they waited for the final result to play out.
She felt surreal, she felt powerful, and God, she felt good. Chicago, in all of its five years, had never given her this feeling. She felt complete, and competent, and capable. As she waited for her hard work to pay off, Lexie had never felt so sure. After last night, Mark's supportive and encouraging words, her friends' playful banter, the comfort and safety that surrounded the night, that permeated from Seattle, Lexie had never felt so invigorated, so full of life.
Lexie poked the heart once and heaved a sigh of relief as the heart began to fill with color and started to beat rhythmically. The doctors and nurses in both the operating room as well as in the gallery began to clap and nod approvingly. Lexie's eyes wandered to the window looking out from the gallery, the second she met those blue orbs her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to convey her excitement. Mark grinned and shook his head, attempting to enthuse his awe. He clapped his hands along with the other admirers. Lexie bowed a little before looking around the OR and thanking her nurses and the other various doctors.
After changing and finishing up her post-ops, Lexie headed to Joe's. Still reeling from her surgery high, Lexie smiled as she heard cheers erupting from the same booth she sat at just a few nights before.
"Lexipedia!" Alex yelled across the room, getting Lexie's attention from her place in the doorway.
Alex, Meredith, April, Jackson, and Cristina sat around the table as Lexie walked over and set her stuff down on the booth. Jackson reached across the table and high-fived Lexie, "You're a rock star."
"That was so amazing," April gushed from her place next to Jackson.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, little Grey knows crap. Some of us don't need a degenerate, abnormal mind to get ahead." Cristina rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Jealousy is an ugly, ugly quality, Yang." Alex smirked, before taking a drink of his beer.
Cristina scrunched up her face and gave him a death glare, "I'm not jealous, I've done plenty of cardiac repairs."
"Maybe, but you certainly haven't repaired a collapsed aortic wall completely solo," Meredith shrugged, mocking her best friend.
Cristina picked up a peanut from the bowl on the table and threw it at Meredith. The table laughed as Meredith caught it in her hand, cracked it open, and popped it into her mouth.
"Have you guys seen Mark?" Lexie asked, still standing by the edge of the table.
"He's at the bar with Derek and Owen," Meredith smiled at her sister with a hint of knowing behind her eyes.
Lexie muttered a quick, "Thanks," before walking over to where two men stood at the bar.
"Hey guys," Lexie smiled, leaning against the wooden bar.
"Nice work today little Grey," Derek said respectfully,
"Thank you," Lexie waved at Joe, who nodded in return and began to orchestrate Lexie's drink.
"I know Teddy and the Chief were very impressed," Owen commented, tapping his fingers against the wooden counter top.
"Yeah, I'd sleep with one eye open tonight, Yang isn't going to let that slide so easily," Derek laughed.
"I've been trying to tell you this," A deep husky voice came beside Lexie, snaking a arm around her waist, "she's amazing." Lexie smiled up at her boyfriend as he grinned down at her in pride.
"Yeah, yeah, you're all mushy, mushy now, we get it," Derek jokingly rolled his eyes.
"Hi," Mark said, ignoring Derek's comment, still staring into Lexie's eyes.
"Hi," Lexie blushed, letting her smile spread even further across her face. Mark lowered his head and pressed his lips firmly against hers.
"Bye," Derek said, grabbing a few beer bottles Joe had brought out for the table.
"Bye," Owen said with a chuckle, also grabbing beer bottles for the booth.
Lexie broke their kiss, laughing slightly. Mark's arm stayed around her waist as Joe brought them two drinks and congratulated Lexie on her solo surgery.
"Thanks Joe," Lexie smiled, wrapping arms around Mark's middle.
Lexie looked back up into Mark's eyes, letting the feeling consume her once again, "Hi."
"Hi," Mark laughed, letting his other arm make it's way around her small frame.
"So, you want to tell me how amazing I am?" Lexie smiled cheekily, pressing her body softly against his.
Mark leaned his face down, pausing a mere inch away from her lips, "You are smart," he stated, placing a small kiss on her mouth. "You're gorgeous," he kissed her once more, "you're funny," he kissed her again, "you're amazing," and again.
On the last kiss, when Mark went to pull away and speak again, Lexie placed her hand on the back of his head and held his mouth in place, kissing him back. Lexie placed all of her exhilaration from the day, from being back in Seattle, from being back in his arms, into kissing him. Mark smirked against her lips as she played with the hair at the nape of his neck. His fingertips danced on the skin right above the waistband of her jeans.
Lexie pulled away slightly, smiling still, "Let's say bye and then get out of here, okay?"
Mark kissed her head, right above her ear and whispered, "Or we could just get out of here."
"I'm not going to suffer the wrath of pregnant Mer," Lexie smiled, grabbing her drink and Mark's hand as she pulled him towards the booth. "We'll make it quick, promise."
Mark grabbed his drink as Lexie dragged him across the room, "She'll probably never notice, come on."
Lexie clenched his hand tighter, preparing for his possible attempts at escape, "Quiet you."
He couldn't contain his smile; it seemed to just envelop him at random times, how perfect she was. She made him think, she made him laugh, she made him want to be better. As they said their goodbyes to the surgeons at the table, and Meredith and Cristina made their jibes at the couple's early leave and Lexie absorbed them with her simple grace and wit, all Mark could do was smile, even as Derek and Owen made innuendos at their sudden desertion.
With a few sarcastic retorts, accompanied by a few "boos" and thrown peanuts, Mark and Lexie bowed out of the bar and made their way to the car and back to Meredith's house.
"All I'm saying, is that if you don't know who Brian May is, I'm not sure you're mature enough to handle all of this," Mark said, raising and lowering a finger up and down his body.
Lexie rolled her eyes as they walked up the stairs, "And all I'm saying is that my maturity level is so obviously, astronomically above yours, that the fact that you question it is, in fact, ridiculous."
"So you're the mature one in this relationship?" Mark asked with a raised eyebrow, entering the attic behind Lexie.
"Um, yeah." Lexie stated seriously, throwing her bag and her coat on a small chair, before walking over to Mark and grabbing the lapels of his jacket.
"I'm not even seeing how you're getting all of this," Mark shook his head and slipped his hands into the back pockets of her jeans as she pressed herself into him.
"It's because you're not as mature as I am, this is all going over your head," Lexie stated smugly, standing on her tip-toes and pressing her lips to the side of his neck.
"I have trouble believing that," Mark stated, still wrapped up in their conversation as Lexie tried to distract him with her mouth.
"Mark," she said simply, kissing her way across his collarbone.
"You didn't even know who the guitarist in Queen was," he reasoned.
"Mark," Lexie stated again, her interest in the conversation now completely absent.
"I just, what else do you not know about good music," Mark asked in slight awe.
"Sloan!" Lexie said sternly, finally acquiring his attention. He raised his eyebrows, conveying that he was now listening, "Your girlfriend is trying to jump your bones, while you try to talk about a band that hit it's height over twenty years ago."
"You're right," Mark nodded, "you're so right." He scooped his head down and caught Lexie's mouth. Lexie let out a sigh the moment his lips touched hers. Lexie pulled the lapels of his jacket towards her and kissed him hard.
Mark walked her backwards and pressed Lexie against the closed door. He placed one hand on the side of her thigh, and hoisted her up so that she could wrap her legs around him. Lexie laughed against Mark's lips, making him smile into hers. He could argue with her, about who was more mature in the relationship or who wore the pants or who would ultimately win in a drinking game, he could argue with her about anything, as long as she would still put up a fight. Her passion, her fire, her determination combined with her whimsical and optimistic nature; it astounded him how perfect she was.
Mark walked towards the bed, Lexie still holding onto him, as she tightened her arms around his shoulders. Their mouths broke apart as Mark set her on the bed, she sat up on her elbows as he took off his jacket and pulled his shirt above his head.
Lexie smiled and once again wrapped her hands around Mark's shoulders as he lowered his body onto hers. They stared into each other's eyes, but their mouths did not join. They just laid there for a moment, taking it all in. It was weird, Lexie thought redundantly, after all of this time, nothing had changed. She still wanted him, she still felt connected to him, she was still his. Nothing was different.
"I love you," Lexie smiled at the way the words sounded coming from her mouth after all this time.
Mark smiled affectionately at the woman he had loved for so long. He drank in this moment, the moment she truly became his again. He whispered, "I love you, too." Before taking possession of her lips.