Author: S.N. Brown
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Grey's Anatomy. But a girl can wish…
Summary: Lexie can't sleep, and Mark can't watch her sink any further.
Author's notes: It's been awhile, but here's a short little ditty. Please review; I've been getting a whole lot of Story Alerts and Story Favorite alerts, but those are nothing compared to how great it is when I get a review; I appreciated the alerts and the favorites, and I know that means you guys like the story, but reviews make my heart go pitter-patter.
Also: if I get enough, I might continue this.
She looked so fragile when she opened the door, Mark realized as he stared across the small room at Lexie Grey, her brown hair pulled back into the sloppiest ponytail he had ever seen her hair in, her beautiful eyes dull and absent of life, her shoulders sagging with the weight of her conscience.
"Lexie," he breathed out, sitting up.
"I'm sorry. I didn't think anyone was in here. I was…I'm tired," she said, biting her bottom lip, her eyes filling with tears, threatening to spill over. "But you're here, so I'll just leave."
They hadn't talked since the shooting, not much, anyway. Sure, he had checked her into the psychiatric ward, and he had barged into the psychiatrist's office to demand reasoning for Lexie's clearing, but they were still in awkward limbo when it came to them, she too hurt by Alex's rejection and the trauma of the shooting and he too hurt by her.
But he couldn't bear it now, standing in the same room with her, her sadness rolling off her body in waves. "You need to sleep," he finally said, standing up. "You can't keep doing this to yourself. I know it's hard—your friends getting shot, people around you dying—but you can't stop sleeping and living or else then you become like him—with nothing to live for."
She didn't speak during his speech, her wide brown eyes staring at her shoes until he was done, and then she looked up, the tears finally streaming down her face. "My boyfriend walked out on me in the middle of the clinic, I had a complete mental breakdown, and I had to be rescued by the guy who wants to marry me yet let me go without a second thought because we both cheated. What in my life is worth being excited about?" she snapped, wiping at the tears, trying to be brave, trying to be confident.
She jumped when she felt his warm fingers on her chin, lifting her head up. "You have me, Lexie. I acted like an ass, a douchebag, a dick, but I'm not that guy anymore. I realized how much I missed you long before Gary Clark picked up a gun. I realized how much I wanted you long before his wife got sick. I realized how much you're a vital piece of my life a long time before he shot his first doctor. So you have me, and I'm not going to go away, not going to leave you in the middle of the clinic freaking out, leave you to face a gun again."
He leaned in, pressing a kiss into her forehead, and she felt a spark of life race through her. "Sleep, Lexie. I'll find somewhere else."
She took a deep breath, staring at the bed, and took a step forward, struggling out of her white coat, remembering the stain of Alex's blood on her other one, the one she had to give up as evidence.
"Mark?" she whispered as she laid, facing the wall, too embarrassed about what she was going to say to look at him. She heard him turn, knew his hand was on the doorknob, probably ready to leave. "Will you stay with me? Hold me? I think maybe…maybe it'll help."
He didn't answer, and she whimpered. She was alone again, all alone-
A weight sunk down beside her, a warm arm sliding over her waist, his other squirming it's way under head. He pulled her back so that she rested against his chest, his warmth radiating off of him and pulling her into sleep. The last thing she remembered, he kissed her cheek, then the back of her neck , near her ear, his breath tickling as he whispered "rest".
And so she slept, for the first time in what seemed like forever, with no dreams of Gary Clark and a gun at her face and blood staining her coat and her body as she looked frantically at Mark and then at Alex as she thought, "he's going to die and all I can say is that I'm not in love with him anymore."
She felt free.