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    “Please tell me you have room on your service, because Bailey just kicked me off of hers ––– she’s in a mood today.”

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She’s wearing the watch Derek gave her for her thirtieth birthday.

                           Somehow that thought comes to her mind                            as her fingers grip the edge of the sink in                            Mark’s kitchen. He thrusts into her from                            behind, causing her back to arch and her                            eyes to squeeze shut, face tilted upward                            and kiss-swollen lips parted in a silent cry.                            It all feels so blissful, so perfect.

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Addison and  Mark  had been  getting closer lately.     Derek was working more than ever,and the  redhead couldn’t  stop  that feelingof neglect.  He would cancel plans less thanan hour before they were supposed to meet for dinner, and that was only on a good day.More often than not,    he would forget theirplans entirely,  causing Addison to wait at abar or a restaurant for an hour before finally giving up and returning to their brownstone.

           He’d blown off Mark, too, and she figured that was why her husband’s best friend had been hanging out with her so much lately. He’d show up to see Derek and Addison would sigh and shrug. So Mark would stick around. They would watch a movie or sit around and drink and talk about their lives. It was nice. She was glad to have someone there.

                           Honestly  the  kiss shouldn’t have  surprised  her.                           She  had  been struggling  with her  own  feelings                           for weeks when he made a move,     and it would                           have taken every ounce of willpower to pull away. 

                                                      Willpower she didn’t have.

Going to Seattle maybe wasn’t a good idea. She was terrified for her first day at the Seattle Grace Hospital, but more terrified to meet her half-sister; Meredith. Meredith did not know about her existence, but Lexie did. Her father told her almost everything about her and so did Susan. It was Meredith who inspired her to follow this internship, to study medical. And therefor she was grateful for this opportunity. Now it was just waiting for her meeting with Meredith and whatever may happen.

Lexie arrived quite early at the hospital and started to change her clothes. She had a locker and there she met George, who was truly kind. He gave her a lot of advice, a lot of things to keep in mind. She was happy she already met someone she could be friends with. Although… She lost some time chatting with him and therefor she rushed a little too fast to the ER, where she was going to start her first day; helping, assisting the doctors. Or where to Co-doctors? Lexie didn’t know.

She rushed so fast that she accidental collapsed into someone; someone tall, broad and quite handsome. She gave him, for it was a man, an apologizing look before she rushed further. “Sorry! I’m late!” She called out, before she turned the corner and got out of sight.

Lexie didn’t quite got a good look of the man; only that he had blond-ish hair and had these amazing eyes. She shook her head. No, she really had to focus on her first day here. Absolutely focus. But that was slightly impossible when she heard a name… Grey. She turned around and saw a woman, a bit older than she was, raising her hand before she stepped forward. She had long blond hair, a kind nose and a soft smile. She took a charger (that map-thingy [forgot the name]) and turned around, to talk with a Chinese-looking woman. They laughed and Lexie just almost lost courage. Until she decided to step towards the blond woman.

“I’m sorry. Are you Meredith Grey?” She asked, looking at the woman. The woman nodded and asked who she was. Lexie smiled, grateful that she found her. “I’m Lexie. Lexie Grey. I’m your half-sister.” She said. She looked so hopeful to her half-sister, waiting for an answer. But the only thing Meredith said was ‘Oh’ and then walked away. Lexie just stood there, looking at the empty spot where her half-sister stood. Wondering if she said something too soon. Too early? Too enthusiastically. Leaving a deep sigh from her lips she shrugged her shoulders, telling herself to stay calm. There was work to do.

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Lexie bit her lip, trying to to pick only five times she had fallen in love with Mark Sloan. Because there were so many more than five. “Oh, Mark. Just five? This might be hard. How do I choose?”

She thought a moment longer, before her eyes lit up. “Okay. The first time I don’t think I knew then what I felt but looking back, I realize it was the beginning for me. When you told me George would be an idiot for not liking me back, that life was too short not to tell someone how you felt about them. That stuck with me for a long time—the way you said it, how you said it. So long, in fact, that it’s probably what pushed me to your hotel room that first night. Which brings me to the second time..”

Lexie blushed, looking down. “The second time, was after I came to your hotel, and we had sex. And then we talked, for hours. I didn’t really know you before that. But that night I saw a whole different side of you. Looking back, I was falling for you then, harder than I should have been.”

“The third time was probably after I had…you know…broken you,” she cringed with a small laugh, “and we were forced to not have sex for six weeks. The time we spent together, just laughing and talking…,” she drifted off, a far away smile on her pretty face, “I knew then that I did love you, that I had fallen in love with you.”

“The fourth time…well, that’s later. You were suturing up the little boy who fell out of his tree house, I think he was five. I watched you talk with him while you worked; he was so scared and you just..talked him through it,” her voice carried a tone of amazement, “You took the time to make him feel comfortable with you, made him laugh. Seeing you so kind to that child…swooning doesn’t even cover it. Mark, I was so in love with you after that. It made me want children with you, more than I already did.”