He Was There
A Night Owl
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I own Grey's Anatomy. All characters and references belong to their respective owners, Shondaland and not me.
Author's note: This is my second Grey's fic on . Be kind, and please read and review! Especially you Mark/Lexie fans :)
It was late and the house was nearly empty. Zola sat on the floor playing with her toy doctors kit whilst Lexie sat observing her on the sofa. Her gentle encouragement gave the little girl a huge grin.
"Hey Lex?" Meredith's voice echoed down the hallway.
"Derek's surgery's running a bit behind schedule. I'm going to take Zol to the hospital and wait for him to finish, and then retreat to see how Cristina's doing."
"Sure, that's fine. Whilst you're out, do you think you could grab some milk? We're almost out."
"Yep, okay. Come on Zola," Meredith coaxed. "See you soon. Wave by to Aunt Lexie."
"Bye," Lexie gave Zola a little wave whilst the little one mimicked her gesture.
It had only been two weeks since she had screwed up. She kept replaying the surgery in her head. Mer and her shouldn't have done it. They should have waited for Derek to finish his own surgery. Then none of it would have happened. The patient's heart would still be beating, and this guilt wouldn't lay resting in Lexie's stomach.
There came a sudden knock at the door. Startled from her dwelling, Lexie rose from the couch and went to answer it for the impatient visitor.
"Derek," came a familiar, hoarse voice. "Open up. Torres and Robbins kicked me out for some alone time. I'm exhausted and I need sleep."
"Hey," the brunette answered the door, shocking the visitor outside. "Derek isn't home yet and neither is Meredith."
"Sorry Lex," he said apologetically. "I should have called first."
"No, it's okay..." he raised an eyebrow. "Really, it's fine."
"I'll just leave you to it then-"
"Mark, you're more than welcome to stay. Alex's room is free. He's studying for the boards at the hospital.
He smiled before walking over the threshold and hanging his coat on the rack.
"Thanks Lexie. I appreciate it."
As he began walking into the living room, Lexie rushed to the mirror to check her appearance.
"Did you want a warm drink or anything? I can't offer you much, there's little milk." she began, approving of her hair and make-up.
"No, I'm all good. Just need some rest, that's all."
Following him upstairs, Lex began to realize was she was doing. But she couldn't help it. She needed someone. Opening the door to Alex's room, there was no mistaking that what they saw was a mess. Arch lever folders full of notes lay scattered over his floor and mattress, alongside the dirty crockery from two nights ago. Now feeling a little embarrassed that she hadn't noticed this sooner, Lexie began to ramble.
"Oh God, I'm sorry. I should have clarified the room whilst you were in the kitchen."
"God, is Karev trying to kill someone?" he looked towards Lexie and read her face. "It's okay, Little Grey. I'll head to the trailer."
"Can't you go to Julia's?"
There was what seemed like a long silence.
"We broke up a week ago."
"Oh, Mark. I'm so sorry. I didn't know."
"Don't worry about it. We weren't meant to be."
Feeling awfully uncomfortable, she tried desperately to change the topic.
"Well, you can't go sleeping out at the trailer. It's freezing outside and its hardly warm inside. Have my room."
"No, Mark. I'm serious. Take it. I've got things to do anyway."
The phone rang. "Hello," Lexie answered. "Oh okay...that's fine...I'll do the laundry for you...See you tomorrow...Give Zol a kiss from me...okay, bye." Her eyes gazed back at Mark. "Meredith and Derek are going out to the block to see how things are going. They're going to camp out for the night. Which means now you have no choice but to use my room and go and sleep." He grinned at her.
"Alright," he said reluctantly. "You win. I'll sleep here."
"Good," she smiled. "Well...well, I'll be down stairs if you need anything."
"Thanks Lex," he noticed her face glow as he spoke. She had always loved the way he called her Lex.
She headed back downstairs towards the living room. Mark and Julia had broken up, and now, Mark was upstairs sleeping in her room. An hour passed whilst she contemplated what was now happening. She made herself a cup of tea, whilst the guilt of the past two weeks now rushed back over her. Not only did she now have that on her mind, but she also felt the weight of the breakup on her shoulders. Had she been part of the happening? Did she want to feel that Mark broke up with Julia for her? Part of her did, she knew it. She was done with feeling this way. Their relationship always came back as a factor in her life. Why did it have to be so complicated? Why couldn't they just be together?
"I love you, and I'm always gonna love you, but I don't want to love you. I want to be happy, and Jackson makes me happy. And if you keep pulling at me, I'll come back to you."
It felt like those words had been spoken so long ago. She remembered the look on Mark's face- that look of hope for something that was still there. It was inevitable to say that they still loved each other. Why did they keep drifting so far away? Those waves of feelings she had experienced on Valentine's Day came crashing back to shore. Life was short. Screw the rest. She wanted him back. Now it was time to see if he felt the same way.
Her feet brushed the stairs gently, no longer caring about the consequences. Reaching her room, she slowly opened the door, hoping it wouldn't creak. In the darkness, she could still make out his form wrapped within the blankets. He looked exhausted, the rings under his eyes were no longer subtle. She didn't want to wake him- he seemed so peaceful. Instead, she took a deep breath. She climbed onto the opposite side of the bed and nestled herself underneath the covers. Her heart raced faster as she drew nearer to his figure, longing to be once again in his embrace. He began to rouse-his face confused when he awoke to see her.
"Lex," his voice was soft. "What are you doing?"
"Ssh..." she wrapped her arms around his chest, bringing herself to the warmth of his skin. "Let's not think, let's do."
I'm planning on writing another chapter, pending on the thoughts of fellow fans. Let me know what you think! :)
A Night Owl