Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for a crazy mind.

A/N: Thank you so much for the incredible response! I'm having trouble comprehending how many people are enjoying this. Just to mention something, before I forget: although this is AU, I do tend to mention things that have happened, e.g. – the whole 'no hot intern' thing, but that doesn't mean this follows the sequence of events the show does. If that makes sense?

Anyway, I hope this is okay. Sorry that it's shorter than the last! Let me know what you think (:

- Vin

Mark watched as Lexie's face paled and she swiftly turned and hurried in the opposite direction. It was odd, she was odd, and Mark frowned, wondering where she would go when it was clear she had to hand in the charts she was holding.

He continued to watch as Sadie turned and paused, before shaking her head slightly and continuing forward to the nurse's station. He narrowed his eyes in thought. Wouldn't Sadie want to follow her?

"Mark?"

Mark looked down to see Callie looking up at him, a frown marring her features too. "Interns are strange," he said in a gruff voice.

Callie laughed slightly, "Yeah..." Her eyes trailed from Mark to look over his shoulder. Sadie was watching her from the opposite side of the station. Callie's eyes widened and she quickly shuffled so that Mark's frame was covering hers.

Mark frowned. "What the Hell are you doing?"

"Hot, crazy, strange intern!" Callie whispered harshly, as she cautiously craned her neck upwards to see if Sadie was paying her any attention.

She was.

Mark rolled his eyes. "No hot interns," he said lightly, not fully caring.

"I'm trying!" Callie protested, now staring at Mark's chest intensely.

Mark sighed and looked over to the end of the hallway. "No hot interns," he murmured again. Abruptly, he began walking away, leaving Callie exposed to Sadie, who was watching her.

Callie's eyes widened and she turned to see Mark walking away, down the hallway, in the direction of the elevators. She opened her mouth to say something, but quickly shut it. Glancing from the corner of her eye, Callie saw Sadie smirking at her.

"Oh, God..."

Lexie had been leaning against the door for five minutes now. She knew that as she had been counting steadily in her mind. It was a technique she used sometimes at night, when she was alone in the dark. It would help her remain calm, allowing her to focus on something that wasn't the noises coming from down the hallway.

The charts that she had been holding now lay scattered at her feet and Lexie brought her hand up to look at her watch. She groaned, her shift was ending in ten minutes and she still had to hand in the charts. Although she knew she should leave the closet and get on with her task, Lexie couldn't face leaving.

She was being crazy, she knew that, but she figured if she left, she would run straight into Dr. Sloan. At this moment, she couldn't handle that. Lexie silently cursed Sadie for her inappropriate comments.

Biting her bottom lip, Lexie closed her eyes and continued to count down the seconds. One...two...three...four...five...She let out a steady breath. She would leave soon. She was calm, she was ready. Six...seven...eight...nine...No one would notice. She was after all, just an intern. Who really paid attention to the frantic interns rushing around?

Ten...eleven...twelve...

"Ah!"

Lexie yelped as the door pushed against her back and she quickly moved so that the door could open fully without squashing her in the process. Her eyes widened as Mark stood in the doorway.

"Were you leaning against the door?" He asked accusingly and Lexie shook her head.

"No, Dr. Sloan. Well, er, yes, actually, I was...But I, er, didn't think anyone would, would want to...open it," she said, trailing off quietly.

Mark rolled his eyes. "It's a supply closet. People come in here, all the time, for supplies." He sighed irritably, forgetting that it was Lexie in front of him. "Interns..."

Lexie swallowed nervously and fidgeted with her hands until she realized the charts were still scattered on the floor. She quickly looked down and then back up at Mark. He looked at her, slyly glancing to the floor. He smirked, "Messy aren't you, Grey?"

Immediately, she blushed and dropped to the floor. Hurriedly, she began collecting the charts, carefully stacking them in her arms. Mark watched her for a moment before sighing. Without really knowing why, he crouched down and picked up a chart, holding it up to her.

Lexie had collected all the charts now and slowly turned to look at him. She blushed under his stare and held out her hand. When he smirked at her, showing no intention of handing her the file, Lexie huffed. "Dr. Sloan."

"Yes, Dr. Grey?"

"I need that chart."

He nodded, "I'm sure you do." His eyes twinkled and he waved it side-to-side. "Ask nicely."

Lexie rolled her eyes, "May I have the patient's chart, Dr. Sloan?"

He leaned closer and when he did, he noticed she moved back automatically. "Say please. Do you interns have no manners?"

Lexie's jaw clenched involuntarily and her voice adopted an overly sweet voice. "May I please have the patient's chart, Dr. Sloan?"

Mark grinned, "Good, Little Grey." Suddenly, he stood up, the patient's chart still in his hand. Turning on his heel, he opened the closet door and walked out, a smirk on his face.

Lexie stayed where she was for a beat, unsure of what had just happened, before she scrambled to her feet and chased after him. She saw him walking towards the nurse's station and quickly jogged up behind him. "Dr. Sloan!"

Mark placed the chart on the desk and turned to face her. "Dr. Grey," he replied calmly.

"Y-You, you just left!" She panted, trying to regain her breath. "Why would you do that? You said you'd give it back to me if I asked nicely!"

Mark glanced to the side at Olivia who was sitting behind the desk, indiscreetly looking at the pair. He looked at Lexie, his gaze firm. "I thought I'd do you a favor." With that, he walked past her, not bothering to turn around.

Olivia had been watching and when she noticed the perplexed look on Lexie's voice, she spoke in a cheery voice. "Do you want me to take those charts off you, Dr. Grey?"

Lexie looked at the redhead in surprise. "Oh, er, yes," she said, quickly placing the charts on the desk. "Thank you."

"Not a problem," Olivia beamed. And then, "Is everything okay with you and Dr. Sloan?"

Lexie blushed. "Er, everything's fine, thanks."

Unwilling to stay another second with the prying nurse, Lexie mumbled a goodbye and left in the direction of the intern locker room. Her shift had ended, and she was going to go home and forget about Mark Sloan.