Hey guys! So I know you all are waiting for an update on "What Is & What Could Have Been", but I purchased the eighth season of Grey's Anatomy on DVD. Watching some of the best moments of the season, especially, how Lexie could have lived in the finale made me want to start another Mark and Lexie story. So here we go then...
Cold...that's all Lexie Grey can seem to feel. Not much else seemed to register to her at this particular moment. She has opened her eyes to find herself pinned to the damp ground by an enormous piece of metal machinery. At first, she is overcome by a sense of panic and tries to move, finding only pain when she does so. Think. Lexie began to rack her brain. All those stories of what to do, if ever, a situation like this was to arise, run rampant through her mind. Meredith. Derek. Cristina. She began to wonder what happened to the people on the plane with her. Her friends. Her family. When she tried to speak, a dry, scratchy voice escapes from her mouth. Lexie dropped her hand to her side looking for a stick, a rock, anything she could use to draw attention to herself. The only thing she finds nearby is the buckle for the seatbelt that failed to restrain her. With all the strength she has in her body, she throws her arm up and bangs it on the side of the plane holding her down.
"Where is Derek and Lexie?" Meredith asked slowly.
"I don't- I don't know. I lost a shoe." Cristina replied.
"The plane crashed. We were in a plane and it crashed. Plane crash!"
"Where is Derek?!" Meredith began to panic.
"Meredith, Cristina." Mark spoke, causing them to turn around. "Are you guys okay?"
"I lost a shoe." Cristina answered, clearly traumatized.
"Where is Derek?" Meredith repeated.
"I'm not sure." Mark answered. "I got Arizona sitting up and she should be fine. Where is Lexie?"
"We don't know." Cristina replied.
"Okay." Meredith stepped in. "We should split up. You guys...wait."
"What?" Cristina asked, impatiently.
"Do you hear that?"
The trio began to hike together and followed the repetitive cling of metal on metal. They didn't have to walk before they saw it, the back of the plane laid strewn in the middle of a small clearing. All that could be seen from underneath was a small arm, banging a small object against it.
"Lexie!" Meredith called, as they began to run down to her.
"Lexie." Mark said, lowering himself onto his stomach to get closer to her and assess the damage.
"I knew you'd show up." Lexie gasped.
"How is she?" Meredith asked from behind him.
"She's awake and responsive." He turned back to Lexie. "How you doing in there?"
"Yeah? Good girl." He smiled to himself. "We're gonna get you out of here, okay?"
"Okay." Lexie responded with the bravest smile she could muster.
Meredith had taken off to look for Derek and after what felt like an eternity of Cristina and Mark trying to move a mountain that wouldn't budge, Cristina poked her head in next to Lexie.
"Lexie, run it down for me."
"My legs and my pelvis are crushed. I can't feel my other arm so I'm not sure it's even there anymore and my chest feels like it's gonna explode, so it's probably a massive hemothorax." Lexie choked out.
"Okay, we need to get the oxygen from the plane. Fluids, fluids, she needs water bottles." Mark began to ramble. "We can get her fluids. Go get them."
Cristina just looked at him with the most apologetic of eyes.
"Why aren't you doing anything?" He asked.
"She-" Lexie gasped for air. "She knows it won't help."
"No." Mark moved closer to her. "You are gonna be fine. Stop. You;re gonna be fine."
"I'm gonna be right back." Cristina smiled at her former intern before making her way back to the bulk of the wreckage.
Mark and Lexie sat in silence. For Lexie, she had never felt more comfortable and at ease than in this moment, but she knew there was nothing she could do to change the inevitable. This was it.
"You're doing good." Mark spoke first.
"Cristina's gonna be right back." He continued.
"She's gonna be back and we're gonna get you stabilized and you're gonna be fine, okay?" He promised.
"Mark." She tried, again.
"Just a few minutes, okay?" Mark pleaded. "She'll be back any minute."
"Mark." Lexie trembled. "I'm...I'm dying."
"What? No, you're not."
"I am." She began to breathe heavier. "Please tell...tell Meredith that I love her...and that she's a good sister. Please tell my dad."
"You're not dying." Mark cut her off. "You're gonna be fine."
He had said that phrase so much that it didn't even sound like real words anymore.
"Hold my hand." Lexie began to sob.
"I'm not holding your hand, because you're not dying." Mark said definitively.
"Hold my hand." She whispered.
"No. You're not dying." His voice grew stern. "Do you hear me? You don't die today."
Mark used another futile attempt to move the rock solid structure that made it impossible for the small girl underneath it to breathe. He put everything he had into it and received not eve the smallest movement in return. He was slowly beginning to face the reality that he was trying so hard to fight away. Slowly, he found himself back on the damp ground, grasping Lexie's cold, shaking hand in between his own, as if it were his own life line.
"I love you." He spoke, barely above a whisper.
"You don't have to say it just because I said it." She tried to laugh it off.
"I do. I love you." He shook his head. "I love you. I've always been in love with you. I will always be in love with you."
"Yeah." He went on. "Which is why you have to stay alive. We...we're gonna get married. You're gonna make an amazing surgeon."
Lexie beamed at the thought.
"We're gonna have two or three kids." Mark continued.
"That's nice." She smiled.
"We're gonna be happy, Lex. You and me. We're gonna have the best life, Lexie, you and me. We're gonna be so happy. So you can't die, okay? You can't die."
Lexie's breathing began to grow more and more labored and it killed Mark to hear her fighting as hard as she was, for a life they would never get to have.
"Because we're supposed to end up together." Mark began to cry. "We're meant to be."
Lexie gasped. "Meant to be." She whispered with a smile before her eyes slowly dropped closed.
"I love you. I love you. I love you." Mark broke down holding her hand for dear life as Meredith and Cristina finally approached.
Meredith and Cristina sat in silence with Mark who sat holding Lexie's hand, he had refused to let go. Meredith slowly began to fall apart and sobbed uncontrollably. Never had any of them felt as helpless as they did right in this moment. They had saved countless lives in their career as doctors and this time, they couldn't save one of their own. things just didn't add up anymore. Nothing made sense.
"Do you hear that?" Cristina asked.
"Derek?" Meredith murmured. "Derek!"
"Are you guys okay?" Derek asked, as he hugged his wife.
"Cristina and I are fine and I don't think that Mark has any injuries." Meredith explained.
"Lexie?" Derek asked.
Meredith just shook her head.
"No." He said. "Meredith, please."
"We tried. It wasn't enough." She began to cry.
"I hear choppers!" Cristina yelled.
"Are you sure?" Meredith asked.
"Yes! It's a friggin' helicopter!" She yelled.
As the rescue team was lowered and medical help was administered, Mark never left Lexie's side. He didn't want to be rescued at this point. What good was going back to a world where Lexie wasn't there? It wasn't worth it to him.
"Mark!" Meredith yelled. "We have to go!"
He slowly nodded, and kissed Lexie's hand as he began to get to his feet. Before he could get up completely, he felt a force around his hand tighten and then the rest was magic. He heard Lexie start to cough.
"Hey!" Mark screamed. "I need some help over here, now!"
I know this first chapter was very close to the episode "Flight" but most of Shonda Rhimes writing was so beautiful that I didn't want to tweak it to much. However, I did make some changes here and there, I also didn't want to drag the rescue out either so I can get to the other good stuff. Anyway, I would love to hear your thoughts on this chapter and where the story is going. REVIEW, PLEASE! XOXO LOVE!