The Slexie Love Story

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         I see somebody stand in front of me, but I was so busy picking stuff up. I didn't look up, I see them kneel in front of me.
"Need some help?"
I look up and see him, "Oh uhhh, sure thanks." I say. He helps pick stuff up and puts them in my bag. I thank him for his help. "It's no problem, I'm Mark by the way, Mark Sloan. Plastics". That's when I realized he was an attending. "I just embarrassed myself in front of an attending", I say not realizing I was talking aloud. He laughs and then puts his hand out. "Oh I'm Lexie. Grey. Surgical resident." I say shaking his hand. He grabs my hand and there's an awkward pause. He stares and I stare back. I realize how long we've been holding hands and awkwardly laugh to make it less awkward. Mission Failed. "I should get going, I'm late to rounds" I say, trying to get past what just happened. "Oh yea of course, I'll see you around?" He says as I walk away. I turn around and reply, "Maybe." He laughs and the gurney for the incoming trauma comes in, he gets pretty distracted, seeing how somebody was literally dying in front of him. I head to rounds, Bailey had already started. "Nice of you go join us, Grey," She says in a snarky tone. We finish rounds and I apologize to Bailey once more. She says nothing and walks away. I continue the day like no other. I sit down with Meredith, Cristina, Derek, Alex and Izzie at lunch. "Hey little grey" says Cristina, while she eats her fries. "Please don't call me little grey. It's Lexie or Grey." I say already annoyed. I see Mark talking to the chief, Dr. Webber.
"What the hell?" Derek says, "what is he doing here?" Meredith turns to see where he was looking at. She sees make but doesn't think much of it. "Who?" I asked.
"Mark. Freaking Sloan." He said angrily.
"Oh yea I met him this morning, he seems nice." I say. Derek looks at me like he's about to murder me. I say quiet and continue eating.

"What's your deal with him?" Cristina asks curiously. "Wait. Is that THE Mark Sloan?" Meredith says.
"Yep, that's him." He says, as he continues to stare. The table goes silent, nobody wants to be the one to break the awkward bubble. Suddenly Mark begins walking toward out table. "Good evening ladies and gents", he greets us kindly. "Oh hey, Lexie right?", he says looking straight at me. I nod and say, "hey, nice to s-" I've been cut off my Meredith, "Lexie!", she says whispering and making a face. I felt horrible being mean to him. "Sorry.." I mouth to him. He looks at Derek and he looks about ready to pummel his face in. "What are you doing here? You have no business here in Seattle." He says not even looking at him. Mark replies, "Well I haven't seen you since...that day in Boston... I came to make things right. I heard Addison came but that d-" Derek quickly stands up and punches him in the face right in the face.

           I look at Derek, not believing he really just did that, his face was pure red.
"Derek!" I yell. I look around at the table and nobody says anything. Derek is still looking at Mark, he looks as if he was proud of himself. Mark was clenching his cheek, seeing how Derek probably hit cheek bones. "Little grey, sit down. We all know he deserved it," Cristina says and she finishes her fries. "It doesn't matter if he did or didn't, there is a right and wrong way to do things," I reply. I go around the table to Mark, and his cheek was red and his eye was bruised. I grab napkins to clean off his hands, blood smeared on his palm. "Lexie, don't," Meredith says. I look at her and she was not seeing what was clearly wrong in this situation. I walk away with Mark, taking him to the scrub room. Where I knew nobody would see us. "C'mon it's this way," I tell Mark. I managed to grab  and ice pack from the attending lounge. I place it on his eye. "I'm sorry. I knew he wanted to punch me but I didn't think he would actually do it," he says, he winces from the pain. "No, I'm sorry, you were so nice and I acted like a total bitch back there. The least I could do was help you get an ice pack" I say, continuing to clean off his eye. At that moment, I knew I would be ignored by my friends all day. I had been cleaning up his check and putting bandages on his face that I didn't even realize, he had been looking at me the whole time, his eyes met mine. Once again, another awkward situation. "Maybe after this whole thing, we could get a drink? Or coffee?", he says trying to steer away from the tension building. I laughed and look down at the ice pack, thinking he was joking and said, "are you asking me out?" He looks at me and i look back and see the serious look on his face.