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A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews and story alerts. This is a bit short, and the scenes change more frequently too, sorry if it gets a bit annoying. I wasn't too sure about the ending but I decided to keep it, as I couldn't think of anything better. Let me know what you think!

- Vin

Lexie sat on the bed, perfectly still. She had been sitting like this ever since Mark left the room, five minutes ago. Once again, she found herself counting. It helped her concentrate on remaining calm. He was wrong. She wasn't lying. She had to convince herself; otherwise…She didn't want to know what could happen, what effects it would have on her mind if she was left to over-think it, to believe in what was happening...

Three...four...five…It was none of his business. None, whatsoever. Six...seven...eight. It annoyed her, and worried her, that he thought he knew her so well. He didn't know her. He didn't know anything about her. Ten...eleven...twelve...thirteen…Why did it matter to him? Why did he have to be so freakin' intuitive? He didn't know her; he didn't realize that lying was all she could do. He didn't understand, he would never understand.

Her anger was slowly on the rise. She could feel it, its hands wrapping around her, trailing up her body, until Lexie finally stood up. He didn't understand. He didn't know her, she was just an intern. They weren't friends, and never would be. He didn't need to ask her so many questions. The only questions he should be asking her were medical related questions. Nothing else.

Lexie yanked the door to the On-Call room open and stormed out. She had to find him. She was going to find him. And when she did, he was going to find out that Lexie Grey did not tolerate people calling her a liar.

Heading towards the nurse's station, Lexie stopped when she saw Callie at the end of the hallway. She didn't know whether or not she should ask her where Mark was. It would cause her to ask too many questions. Lexie paused for a moment, mulling over what to do. Then, without really caring, she approached Callie, and reminded herself to remain calm.

"Dr. Torres?"

Callie turned around and her eyes widened when she saw the suture running down Lexie's face. The other cuts were still red, and Callie noticed there was slight swelling. She reached out and lightly touched Lexie's arm. "Hey, are you okay?"

Lexie nodded and tried to smile. "Oh, yeah, I-I'm fine."

Callie raised her eyebrows. "Really?"

"Really." Lexie waved her hand dismissively and Callie's hand fell from the intern's arm. "I-I was wondering if you…knew where D-Dr. Sloan was."

Callie eyed her suspiciously. "Why?"

Lexie opened her mouth and then shut it, not having an excuse in mind. She looked to the side before glancing back at Callie wearily. "I, er, just…wanted to know if h-he would need my, er, services today."

Callie's face showed her disbelief for what Lexie had said. "Dr. Yang decides that, you know that." Callie's expression softened when Lexie looked away embarrassed. "Is there something you need to talk about, Lexie?"

Lexie's eyes widened slightly and shook her head. "No," she said, laughing nervously. "No, I just thought…I'd see if I could be assigned to Plastics later. I'm r-really interested in…in faces. Re-reconstructing...faces."

Callie nodded slowly, wondering if Lexie thought she was stupid. "Okay," she said, drawing out the word. "I'm, er, going over there now," she said, pointed behind her. "I've got surgery."

"Oh, yeah, go ahead."

Callie gave Lexie one more look before she nodded and turned away, heading towards the OR. There was something odd about that girl, Callie thought. Maybe Mark knows something…

He was wiping his hands dry when the door opened and Callie walked in. Mark turned to glance at her and raised an eyebrow. "Always late to your own surgeries, Torres? Fantasizing about crazy Sadie keep you away?"

"Ha-ha, very funny," Callie replied, her annoyance shining through. "Actually, I was talking to your crazy intern."

Mark frowned, "I don't have any interns."

"Grey."

"What about her?" Mark asked, his voice trying to feign ignorance.

Callie shook her head. "I don't know…." She glanced at Mark from the corner of her eye, trying to see if he would react. "She seemed weird. Agitated."

"All interns are weird, Torres."

"I know, I know. She just seemed…spaced out." Callie washed her hands and dried them quickly. She turned to face Mark, her face unimpressed. "She wanted to talk to you."

Mark swallowed, trying to remain calm. "Really?"

"Yes. Really." Callie narrowed her eyes at him. "Did you sleep with her?"

"What?" Mark exploded, his face one of disbelief. "No! God, no. What do you take me for?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

Mark huffed and brushed past Callie, heading to open the door into the OR. "I can't believe you would even suggest that."

Callie watched as he left the room and she frowned. What was up with them? Quietly, she followed Mark into the OR and didn't say anything more to him as they worked on their patient. Throughout the short surgery, she kept glancing up at him, to see no emotion on his face. Callie continued to work although her mind was on overtime trying to figure out what exactly was going on between Mark and Lexie Grey.

Lexie had been sitting in the intern locker room since her conversation with Callie. Her shift would begin again and so she decided to get dressed and wait. And now, the waiting was beginning to get to her.

With nothing to distract her, she had been left with her own thoughts. They ran through her mind, screaming at a high pitched voice, and Lexie had to close her eyes to stop the pain in her head. But when she closed her eyes, he was there, in front of her. On top of her. She could see his hand falling down against her, feel his weight pushing her down. Lexie's eyes sprung open. She shouldn't close her eyes. No, that was not a good idea.

Neither was going home. She couldn't. Not now, not tonight. Lexie prayed for a big case. Something that kept her here, where she was safe. She always thought she would be safe in her room. Obviously, she had been wrong.

The sound of the door opening caused Lexie to look up. She smiled nervously as Cristina approached her. "Where's everyone else?" She asked, suspiciously.

Lexie shrugged. "I'm early."

Cristina glanced at her watch, and shook her head. "No, Three, rounds are now." She turned around and muttered under breath, "Incompetent interns."

Lexie quickly stood up and followed her out of the room. "Er, Dr. Yang, s-shouldn't we wait for the others?"

"No, Grey, never wait for anyone. If they're late, then it's their problem."

As they walked down the corridor they saw Sadie and the others rushing towards them. Sadie spoke first. "W-We're so–"

Cristina waved her hand dismissively. "Just go."

Lexie watched as the group of interns ran past and Lexie paused, unsure if she should wait or continue with Cristina. She looked at Cristina and Cristina rolled her eyes at her. "Just go to Sheppard."

"W-What about rounds?"

"It doesn't really matter now." Cristina turned on her heel and stalked off in the opposite direction, leaving Lexie to sigh and head off to find Derek.

She found him standing in front of the surgical board. Cautiously, she approached him and cleared her throat. "Good morning, Dr. Sheppard. I, er, I'm assigned to you today."

Derek looked down at her and smiled. His smile dropped and worry over took his expression when he noticed her face. "Are you okay? What happened to your face?"

Lexie fumbled with her hands and turned to look at the board. "I, er, dropped my wine glass. I fell onto it. My rug. I tripped over my rug."

Derek stared at her for a moment, stored away the information, and then turned to look at the board. "Okay. Did you get it seen to?"

"Oh, er, yes. D-Dr. Sloan kindly attended to it."

Derek nodded, and decided to talk to Mark when he got the chance. "Okay. Well, we haven't got a patient yet, unless a trauma comes in." He looked at her and noticed the tired, withdrawn expression on her face. "How about you go get a coffee, and I'll page you if something comes up?"

"Oh, no," Lexie protested. "I-Isn't there anything I could do?"

Derek turned to face her and gently placed his hand on her shoulder. "Get some rest, Lexie. I'll talk to you later."

Derek walked past her and Lexie was left to stare after him. She sighed, she could use a coffee.

After their surgery, Callie walked next to Mark as they headed to the vending machine. They hadn't spoken much during the surgery, and when they did, they only talked about the procedure. Callie was itching to ask him something, anything, about his relationship with Lexie. Or just to find out if he knew anything about why Lexie had a pretty bad wound on her face.

Callie decided to speak when they stopped in front of the vending machine. "So," she started, her eyes focused on the various colors in front of her. "If you didn't sleep with her, and she's weird for another reason, why does she want to talk to you?"

"What are you going on about, Torres?" Mark asked, seemingly uninterested as he looked over the food in front of him.

"Don't act stupid. You're not stupid. And I'm not stupid. I know there's something up with you too."

Mark shook his head, annoyed that Lexie had asked about him to Callie. Now, Callie would never get off his case. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Mark!" Callie hit him on the arm causing Mark to grunt and turn to face her. "Look, there's obviously something going on. She wouldn't just want to talk to you about Plastics. You say you didn't sleep with her–"

"I didn't!" Mark interjected gruffly.

Callie shook her head, trying to get him to understand. She had seen Lexie's face; she had seen the anxious look in her eye. There was something wrong with her, and maybe Lexie felt safer talking to Mark. Maybe she needed to confide in him. Callie didn't know why, and she didn't know the truth – she was now just taking wild guesses – but whatever was going on, she had to get Mark to understand that Lexie only approached her because she needed to discuss something with him.

"You say you didn't sleep with her, so there must be something wrong if she wants to talk to you," Callie said, her voice soft. "You haven't seen her today, have you?"

"No."

Callie sighed and lowered her voice. "She has sutures, on her face. It looks really bad. I'm thinking she came to find you to maybe...talk about it. Or something. I know you two...talk."

"If she needs to talk to someone, she can go to one of her intern friends," Mark said roughly. He didn't need Callie telling him how to handle this situation. Mark still wasn't sure if there was a situation. Of course he knew something was wrong with Lexie, he tended to her face for God's sake, but...She obviously didn't want to talk about it. She made that clear. But then...why would she ask for him? Was there more she wanted to tell him? Was she going to apologize for lying?

Mark frowned and backed away from Callie. He began walking away when Callie spoke. "Hey, where're you going?"

Mark spun on his heel and briefly wondered if he should lie. He thought against it. "I'm going to be an intern for an hour," he said, his voice flat. Quickly, he turned around and walked down the hallway, intent on finding Little Grey.