Love Lit The Sky
A/N Don't know if ep 11 actually picks up from the next day but I'm pretty sure. I er thought this was going to be another fluff piece, but then the episode itself surprised me, I forgot about the shooting.
Apartment 501, Seattle, WA 2010 - S7E11
Lexie woke up in his arms. She woke up with one of his arms across her stomach. She rolled over and kissed him in his sleep, waiting for his eyes to flutter open. He smiled, his eyes still closed, he reached forward and kissed her again. His hands holding her and her hands on his neck. He pushed away from her, away from their connected bliss and looked at the time on his phone. She grabbed his arm and pulled him back. She was definitely not ready to face the world yet. She wanted to cocoon, everything was safe and warm in the cocoon.
They were late to work because Lexie didn't want to get out of bed. She kept pulling him back for more and more until he caved and lay there beside her, making out like teenagers.
Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital, Seattle, WA 2010 - S7E11
The chief said that we had twenty-six patients and nobody died today. We had a shooter in a college up the road and none of our patients died. Small mercies. Today I saved a life because Mark helped me. He let me save somebody's life. I did that. I was sitting in that OR gallery laughing at the ridiculousness of everything, and how crazy and amazing it was that we saved everybody and it hit me. I should probably be thanking Mark. For pulling me out bed this morning, for taking me to psych, for letting me come back to him. That's love.
Lexie was standing behind the glass panel. Watching Mark add the last few stitches to a girl's arm. He wasn't sitting in the gallery with everyone else celebrating their victory. No, he was making sure a fifteen year old girl didn't have a scar on her arm. She turned the corner and walked into the room. "Hey," she said.
"Hey," he replied, not looking up. Just making sure the stitch went in perfectly. "She's er, still sedated." Lexie hovered over his shoulder as she turned his face to hers. "She's just a kid, she shouldn't have a big, ugly scar. Uh do you mind waiting? It'll be another hour." He asked, not sure if she'd say yes. Not sure if she even wanted to come home with him tonight.
It was moments like these that she loved him the most, the moments when he took the time to care. He was so big and strong and somewhat annoying, but he cared. He cared fiercely, his heart was big and loud. Lexie licked her lips, turning to him. Not demanding his eye contact and full attention. She just stood there and uttered the words he needed to hear. "I love you," she said. He didn't say anything, just kept looking down at his patient. But something changed, a shiver ran through him, so she continued. "So, yeah, just uh take your time. I um, I'll wait."
She peeled away from him. Each word was punctuated by some er, or um, because she was nervous. He made her feel nervous. A good healthy nervous because she'd never told him that before. Yes, there were feelings, there were always feelings. And the way everyone else talked about them, there was love there. He said it jokingly all the time, that she loved him. But she'd never had the courage, never had the reason, the force, pushing her to tell him herself. And here it was.
As Lexie left the room, a smile bloomed on Mark's face. The tingle expanding, running through his body like fire. Later on he'd find her in the residents' lounge, her head against her locker as she took deep breaths in and out. There were a few tears. But that was natural. And then he'd take her home, he'd make her some dinner and tell her that he loved her too.
