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A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews and story alerts. This is once again a short chapter, but I'd like people to know that I'm building up to something really good (: Let me know what you think, as always!

- Vin

The next morning, Lexie had arrived at the hospital twenty minutes before she was due to go to rounds. This way Cristina had no reason to sentence her to meaningless tasks as organizing charts.

Already dressed in her scrubs, and already restless, Lexie wandered down the halls. She wondered briefly where Meredith was, but then the thought left as soon as it came. As she walked past the elevators, Lexie's thoughts turned to George. She didn't know why, but she found herself wondering about him time to time.

Normally, it would be after an argument with her father. At those moments, she wished she had him with her. Although she knew he didn't like her in the way she wanted–his loss, she now thought–Lexie found herself cry herself to sleep, wishing she had her best friend–only friend–here, to talk to. If George hadn't left, if he didn't transfer to another hospital, then maybe her secret wouldn't be a secret anymore.

She would have told George, she had to believe that. The only reason she hadn't told anyone was because there was no-one to tell. No-one cared. Not like George.

Lexie knew that if George hadn't left…She wouldn't have had to move out; she would still be with George, under his safety. She wouldn't feel so scared every day.

Lexie sighed, it wasn't George's fault. It was…Lexie immediately frowned, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. Who was to blame? Was it her father's fault for hurting her? The barman's for not stopping the amount of alcohol her father consumed? Was it her fault for not being stronger, more willing to fight him off? Her mother's for not fighting harder to stay alive? Meredith's for killing her mother?

There were a lot of people she could blame. But she knew passing the blame around wouldn't benefit anyone. Lexie sighed as she walked down the hallway towards the intern locker room. She was at work and shouldn't be thinking about this. She needed to be sharp, alert. Worrying and over-thinking her situation would get her nowhere.

Pushing the door open to the intern locker room, Lexie was greeted by the sight of Sadie sitting on one of the benches, her head down while she tied her laces. "Hey," she said, and smiled lightly when Sadie looked up at her.

"Hey there, Lexie," Sadie smiled. "How's the head?"

"Oh," Lexie gently touched the cut. "Oh, it's fine," she said, waving her hand dismissively.

Sadie nodded and stood up, going to stand in front of her locker. She turned to face Lexie. "Where d'you think we'll be dumped today?"

"Dumped?"

"By Cristina," Sadie clarified, smirking at the thought of their resident. "I'm betting she sentences me to the clinic."

"Oh." Lexie shrugged, coming up to stand next to Sadie. She leant against the block of lockers. "Depends on what mood she's in…"

Sadie nodded. "I don't get why she's still so uptight." Sadie grinned. "You'd think she was getting enough sex to release all her frustrations."

Lexie's eyes widened. "Dr. Y-Yang?"

Sadie rolled her eyes, and lightly shoved Lexie. "You must know!" When Lexie made no indication to show that she did know, Sadie sighed dramatically. "Dr. Hunt and Cristina!"

Lexie's mouth fell open. "Seriously?"

Sadie grinned deviously. "Seriously. I don't blame her, he's kinda hot."

Lexie blushed, "He's our teacher. We shouldn't talk about him like that! And, and, if Dr. Yang knew we were discussing her love life, she would…" Lexie thought about it for a moment and then said triumphantly, "She'd kill us and make it look like an accident."

Sadie laughed, and shut her locker. "You're over-reacting, Lexie." Moving away from the lockers, Sadie nodded her head in the direction of the door, indicating that they should make their way to meet Cristina and the other interns.

The two exited the locker room and after a moment, Sadie glanced at Lexie from the corner of her eye. She grinned. "You know who else is kinda hot…"

Lexie glanced warily at Sadie. "Why do I get the feeling I'm not going to like where this is going?"

"Dr. Sloan," Sadie beamed. "He isn't even 'kinda hot', he's hot."

Lexie shook her head, smiling slightly. "He's our attending, Sadie…"

"So? Doesn't mean I can't look, doesn't mean we can't look. And appreciate."

"It's inappropriate," Lexie reminded her as they came closer to the group of interns waiting for Cristina.

"He is named McSteamy for a reason," Sadie reminded her in a voice that showed her hunger for the man.

Lexie blushed and laughed slightly, unable to do anything else. Last night she had told herself she wouldn't think about Mark, however as she lay in bed that night, carefully listening out for noises, she drifted into thoughts about the one man she should not be thinking about.

Her thoughts of him had been varying. She wondered why he acted the way he did, she wondered why he chose Plastics and she was even more curious to whether or not he had loved Addison. Lexie had heard things about the two, and the curiosity had never quite left Lexie. She had fallen asleep last night to a restless, dreamless sleep, but when she awoke her mind had unwillingly floated back to Mark. And Addison.

Once they arrived to greet their fellow interns, Cristina had arrived a moment later. In a hurry, they flew down the halls, doing the rounds in a rush. Afterwards, Cristina assigned people to various departments.

She had missed out Lexie.

Cautiously approaching Cristina, who had now taken a seat at the nurse's station, Lexie fidgeted with her hands. "Er, Dr. Yang?"

Cristina looked up at Lexie, her disinterest clear in her black eyes. "What?"

"Y-You, er, didn't tell me where to go…"

Cristina rolled her eyes, and looked back at her computer screen. "Just go to Plastics."

When Lexie made a sound of protest, Cristina glanced back up, her eyebrow raised. "Shoo!"

Rolling her eyes, Lexie reluctantly walked in the direction of Plastics. Although she found the surgeries interesting, Lexie wasn't prepared to have a showdown with Mark. Though, it would hardly be a showdown. It would be more along the lines of him mocking her and her simply accepting it.

Lexie groaned when she saw him come out a patient's. Putting on her brightest smile, Lexie straightened her back and bounced over to him. "Excuse me, Dr. Sloan?"

Mark looked down at her and smirked. "Why, isn't it Little Grey."

Lexie laughed slightly. "Yes, it's me. Er, Dr. Yang assigned me to your case…"

Mark nodded, handing her the patient's chart. "Read that. We're still waiting for an OR."

Lexie accepted the chart and quickly started looking over it. She looked up in shock, "You're performing a tympanoplasty?"

Mark looked at her, slightly annoyed and slightly amused. "Yes. That is what it says, Grey."

Lexie laughed nervously, "Er, sorry, it's just I've never seen one. I've read about it of course, and although it's a reasonably simple procedure, 'cause I know it has over a 90% success rate for the surgery–" Lexie paused when she saw Mark raise his eyebrow. "Er, I read it somewhere. Photographic memory. I just…I would really like to actually see how this is done…"

Mark looked at her, deadpanned. "You want to scrub in?"

"If, if you don't mind…"

Although nervous, her eyes showed her determination and there was something in her eyes that made Mark cave every time she asked him something. He didn't know what it was, why he was so enthralled by her, but there was just…

"Fine," he barked. "But don't get in the way."

Abruptly he turned and walked in the opposite direction, leaving Lexie to smile after him. She knew she was meant to be forgetting about him, but it seemed as if they were constantly being thrown together. Lexie grinned as she made her way into the patient's room to do a quick check up. She was excited about being able to scrub in. Her smile had nothing to do with Dr. Sloan.

Of course not.