I'm just intrigued by AU stories and I had to write it. The idea popped into my head before I even saw the ep. I only needed to see a gif of Mark carrying Lexie being her knight in shining armor. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1: Fate
"Is she going to be okay?" Mark asked quietly.
"You really expect me to talk to you?" Derek said without looking up from the chart.
"Derek, just forget for a moment that I screwed your wife and that she is pregnant with my child." Mark replied harshly. He wasn't in the mood for a fight, he only wanted to know how the woman he'd carried in the ER earlier was doing, even though he had no idea why he cared so much about this patient.
"You want me to forget that you, my best friend, slept with my wife?" Derek hissed, his voice full of rage.
"No. That's not what I've meant. Can we just be civil for a few minutes?"
"Get out, Mark. I can't even look at you right now."
"I … I'm sorry, Derek. But it's my kid she is carrying." Mark took in a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "But I don't want to fight with you right now. I only want to know how your patient is doing."
"Why do you want to know anyway?" Derek spat out through clenched teeth.
"I was the one who brought her in the ER. She was lying unconscious on the street. I almost ran her over. I think I have a right to know if she is doing okay." Mark tried to explain.
"Since when does the infamous Mark Sloan care about another human being than himself?" Derek asked him, his whole posture showing that he had to restrain himself from punching him.
"I'm a doctor, Derek. No matter what happened between us I'm still a doctor. So just tell me what's wrong with her." Mark replied with a slightly raised voice.
"She is a junkie, Mark. That's wrong with her."
"I can see that."
"So what do you care? She is trash." Derek replied annoyed.
"I can't believe you just said that. We are doctors, Derek. We swore an oath. Did you already forget that? Is the money already obscuring your brain?" Mark asked him reproachfully.
"You have to talk. Don't tell me you didn't choose plastics because of the money?" Derek retorted angrily.
"I won't deny it. But it's much more than just the money and I didn't become a doctor because I want to get rich. I became a doctor because I want to help people." Mark defended himself.
"Yeah, of course." Derek said sarcastically.
"You might not want to believe me, Derek. But it's true. I love being a doctor. I love being a plastic surgeon. And not because of the boob jobs. I help people. Did you forget that plastic surgeons aren't only there for the cosmetic surgeries that might be unnecessary in your eyes but also for the ones that are necessary so that a patient can have a normal life again?"
"When you two are done marking your territory can I please get out of here." The quiet voice coming from the bed startled them both and Mark walked quickly to the bed.
"You are awake!" Mark smiled down at her and she rolled her eyes before she answered with a still hoarse voice.
"Apparently. How should I speak if I wouldn't be awake? I always thought doctors are supposed to be smart."
"You've scared me for a second there." Mark told her honestly.
"I'm leaving you two lovebirds to do whatever you want." Derek said mockingly before he stormed off.
"What did you do to piss him off?" She asked him, raising a brow questioningly.
"Getting his wife pregnant." Mark replied quietly.
"That's rich. So you are a sorry excuse for a friend then." She looked up at him, realizing for the first time how captivating his eyes were.
"Hey, I didn't ask for your opinion." Mark replied slightly affronted.
"Well, I gave it to you anyway." She shrugged her shoulders carefully and they stayed silence for a few minutes, Mark staring aimlessly in the distance, giving her the opportunity to look at him more closely. She had to admit that he was a particularly splendid example of a man. Not that she cared anyway. Getting uncomfortable with him sitting by her bed side without saying anything she broke the silence. "So you were my knight in shining armor, huh?"
"Why do I have the feeling you are mocking me?" Mark asked, his brows slightly furrowed.
"Because I am mocking you?"
"You're a handful. I assume your parents aren't happy with what you've become."
"My parents are both dead. I can live my life as I please." She replied, turning her head so that he couldn't see how much his off-handed remark had hurt.
"I'm sorry to hear that." Mark felt the unwelcome urge to squeeze her shoulder, to give her some kind of comfort. But he was sure that she would react badly if he showed her that he felt sorry for her. "So you have no family at all anymore?"
"Well, I have a half-sister. But I don't know her." She murmured, her face still turned away from him
"So … let's take a look at your chart." Mark stood up and walked slowly towards the end of the bed, chuckling slightly when he read the name on the chart. "Lucille Ball? Seriously? You couldn't come up with something more original?"
"It's my name."
"Yeah, of course."
Mark studied the chart carefully, a little shocked when he realized that her heart was in worse shape than he expected.
"What?" Mark asked confused, looking up from the chart.
"You wanted to know my name. It's Alexandra. Alexandra Grey."
"Nice name." Mark replied and she let out an indignant snort.
"Oh come on. That's so lame."
"You are hitting on me, aren't you?" Lexie asked, rolling her eyes at him once again.
"I'm not hitting on you. Where did you get this idea?"
"Sorry. Lapse of judgment. Of course you don't need to hit on any woman. I'm sure they are standing in line to get into your bed."
"Was that a compliment, Lexie?"
"Whatever. And my name is Alexandra. You are not allowed to call me Lexie."
"But I think Lexie suits you better and I guess I should say thanks for the compliment." Mark looked down at the chart again to hid the smirk that appeared inadvertently on his face.
"What?" Lexie asked affronted, slightly angry with herself because she felt a tug in her stomach when she saw his smirk. "I might not look that appealing to you right now but I'm a woman and you are a man. And not bad looking either. So if I'm stuck here I might as well enjoy the view."
"I'm not a doctor here." Mark explained.
"Too bad. I would have enjoyed seeing you again." Lexie replied flirtatiously, trying to suppress the unexpected butterflies this man evoked in her.
"Really?" Mark looked up surprised.
"No, of course not. Don't flatter yourself. Geez, get a grip, old man." Lexie shot back.
"Watch your mouth. For someone whose chest just got cracked open you are awfully snippy." Mark shook his head in disbelief.
"So there are not going to be any discharge papers I guess?"
"At least not for the next forty-eight hours."
"At least I got all drugged up here." Lexie replied.
"Yeah, about that." Mark shut the chart and looked at her seriously.
"Don't get started. I don't want to hear it. Not now." Lexie said.
"I'm not your doctor anyway. So I just gonna go." Mark informed her.
"Hey?" Lexie shouted after him.
"What now? Do you have another insult for me?" Mark asked impatiently when he turned around to look at her again.
"I …" She averted her gaze and fumbled nervously with the bed sheet. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Mark replied with a small smile on his face, before he turned around to walk away.
"Hey, stop. I've told you my name but I still don't know yours."
Without stopping, he replied over his shoulder.
"It's Mark. Mark Sloan."
I know it's insane to start another story. But I couldn't get the idea out of my head. So, press the button and tell me what you think.