Sorry this took so long, I had a hard time with the last part.

"Dr. Kepner, I need a resident," Mark demanded from the red head.

"Sorry, I'm all out unless you want Dr. Mostow here," April motioned to the awkward looking man beside her.

Mark studied him and looked back at April, "Uh, well, what about Avery?"

"Dr. Hunt claimed him for the day. Robbins has Karev, and Bailey has Grey."

"What about Lexie?"

"She's not on today," April said as she looked over the chart in her hand.

"What about you?"

"Me? Uh, well," April started to hem and haw.

"Hands off my resident, Sloan," a female voice called. "Kepner, you did get my request, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did, Dr. Fields. Welcome back, by the way. Nice tan," April smiled.

"Thank you," Lucy Fields smiled. "Mark."

"Lucy," Mark nodded curtly.

"Oh and you just missed your chance at Dr. Mostow, Dr. Sloan," April said as she read her phone.

"What?"

"Dr. Torres needs some help in ortho," April smiled. "Steve, get moving."

The man nodded and headed for the stairs.

"Well, I better get to work," Mark excused himself.

April waited until Mark was gone before she turned to Lucy, "Thank you so much. You really saved me."

"I heard Jackson and Alex talking about the unofficial Sloan Strike. I like Lexie, so I figured I'd help out a little," Lucy smiled. "And I do need a resident."

"I am all yours," April smiled.

"Great, let's go," Lucy motioned.

-x-x-x-

Lexie opened the door to Foxy Roxy's Hair Haven and smiled. It hadn't changed since her last visit. She looked around saw a black teenager at the reception desk.

"Hi. Is Roxy around?" she asked.

The girl looked up and smiled, "Lexie, right?"

"How did you know?"

"Your picture's on the wall of honor. You look much better as a brunette," the younger girl smiled.

Lexie smiled, "Thanks. Lesson for you; don't let Roxy get you drunk when she's around hair dye."

"I'll remember that. I'm Destiny."

"Oh of course," Lexie nodded in recognition. "How's Drew?"

"He's great. He's growing so much. He's with his grandparents right now. I'm going to pick him up as soon as Rama gets here."

Lexie nodded and looked around.

"Roxy's in back," Destiny told her.

"Thanks," Lexie smiled as she headed that way. She found the back where the laundry was done and the supplies were stored. "Aunt Rox?"

Roxy Balsom looked up and smiled, "There's my girl! Why didn't you call me? I woulda come and got you."

Lexie let herself be swept up in a bear hug from the older blonde woman, "I took a cab. I was fine."

"I am so glad you're here. It gets so lonely around here now that Rex and Gigi are over in London with Shane, and Natty's spending more and more time in Port Charles with John."

"I'm glad I'm here, too. It'll be nice to be around family," Lexie smiled.

"Speaking of family, how's Meredith? I'm sorry she couldn't come with you. I ain't seen her since Thatcher and Ellis split up. I sent her a card when I heard Ellis died. It was more for Meredith than Ellis. I never liked that woman. Not from the day Thatcher brought her home," Roxy shook her head.

"Roxy? As bad as she may have been, she was still my sister's mother," Lexie reminded her.

"I'll be good, Lexie," Roxy promised. "All your stuff got here. I put it in Johnny's old place at the motel."

"Okay," Lexie nodded. "But you know I can't live in John's old apartment forever, right? I will need a house at some point."

"I've already started looking for ya. Angel Square has a lot of houses you can look at."

Lexie smiled, "Okay. I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow, and I start work on Tuesday. They already know about my condition and are willing to work with me."

"Who's gonna be taking care of you?"

"Vivian Wright," Lexie said. "Lucy recommended her. She said they went to med school together."

"She's great. She delivered Drew."

"Always good to have a second opinion, even yours, Rox," Lexie smirked. "Come on. Let's go eat something. I'm famished."

"Let's go to the Buenos Dias," Roxy suggested.

"Sounds great," Lexie agreed.

-x-x-x-x-

"I'm gonna kill him," Meredith said as she plopped herself down next to Cristina who was sitting on the couch in the waiting room of the Dermatology suites.

"You can't," Cristina pointed out.

"I can make it look like an accident."

"Maybe. But if you can't, Zola, Derek, and I will spend the next thirty years talking to you through glass. Also? You'll lose your medical license."

"No," Meredith shook her head. "I'll get off. It's justifiable homicide."

"How?"

"Defense of others," Meredith told him. "I am defending all women from the slime ball that is my husband's best friend."

"Why is it when he does something wrong he's Derek's best friend and not just Mark?"

"Because he's the reason I know him. You know what? This mess can be blamed in part on Addison."

"Okay. Can I ask why?"

"She followed Derek, and Mark followed her," Meredith theorized. She sighed in resignation as the rational party of her brain kicked in. "Alright, I won't kill him."

"Good."

"But I'm getting Bailey to help me slice off his family jewels," Meredith said with a sly grin.

"Why do I think she'd not only help you with that, but she'd take a little bit of perverted pleasure in it?"

"'Cause it's Bailey," Meredith giggled.

"Feel better?"

"Yes, I do. A tiny bit," Meredith held up her thumb and forefinger with almost no space between them.

"Lexie's going to be okay," Cristina told her.

"Yeah," Meredith said morosely. "I need to relax."

"Go down to daycare. See your daughter."

"No, because Sofia's down there too so there's the chance that Mark will walk in."

"You want to see if we can find someone who will let us cut someone open?" Cristina asked after a moment.

"No," Meredith shook her head. "Let's just sit here. It's oddly soothing."

"It's the no blood lust thing. Gives you the warm and gooeys," Cristina frowned.

-x-x-x-x-

"Owen, have you seen my wife?" Derek asked of his chief.

"No. Have you seen mine?"

"No."

The surgeons frowned at one another.

"Lobby?" Derek posed.

"Checked," Owen shook his head. "Cafeteria?"

"On fish stick day? No way," Derek rejected the thought. "OR?"

"Their names aren't on the board," Owen shot the notion down. "Tunnels?"

"I found Karev who said he hadn't seen them down there all day. Gallery?"

"I checked when I saw they weren't on the board," Owen told him. "This is crazy. The hospital's not that big. We should be able to find them."

"Excuse me, Dr. Shepherd?" Debbie, one of the nurses, walked up to them.

"Yes?"

"Your wife requests that you page her when you're ready to go home for the evening."

"Do you know where she is?"

"I heard Dr. Yang say something about Dr. Pepman, so I'm assuming they're doing something in Dermatology."

"Thanks Debbie. Have a good night," Derek smiled.

"Why would our wives be in Dermatology?" Owen asked.

"It's this thing they started doing a while back. They go there to calm down and remind themselves why they like being surgeons when they have a bad day. Right now, my wife wants to kill Mark," Derek explained as he dialed Meredith's pager number.

"So do half the residents," Owen said. "Kepner's keeping everyone but Mark in residents."

"I take it he complained to you?"

"Yes. April's having them all draw straws tonight and whoever gets the shortest one has to put up with Sloan without knocking him on his ass tomorrow," Owen nodded.

"I'd pay real money to see one of the female residents knock Mark on his ass," Derek nodded.

"Me too," Owen agreed. "She's letting Cristina, Meredith, Alex, and Jackson off the hook because they are either related, friends, or once slept together."

"That's decent of her," Derek replied. "And speaking of Mark, here he comes."

Owen looked up to see the plastics attending walking towards them, "He asked me to be a groomsman."

"I'm the best man."

"Congratulations. Be sure to show up this time."

"Funny. But speaking of showing up, I'm trying to figure out how to explain that even with my role in the wedding, Meredith will not be attending."

"Derek, what is with your wife?" Mark asked.

"And hello to you, too," Derek nodded.

"Meredith keeps calling me 'Dr. Sloan'," Mark frowned.

"You're her superior. She should call you Dr. Sloan," Owen pointed out.

"Thank you, Major Hunt. But Meredith has never called me Dr. Sloan in the entire time that I've known her. She always calls me Mark, and once when she was high on morphine she called me McSteamy."

"McSteamy?" Owen questioned.

"It's a nickname that our wives and Izzie came up with the first time Mark ever appeared here at Seattle Grace. If I remember correctly, he was here to get my ex-wife to go back to New York with him but found it necessary to hit on Meredith first."

"That was a long time ago. Grey girls are more trouble than I can handle."

"True," Derek nodded as he patted Mark's shoulder. "Stick with Julia. She's nice and uncomplicated. I have to go meet Meredith in daycare."

"I'll come with you," Owen joined him. "Maybe I can find my own wife."

"Wait, Derek. There was something I wanted to ask you about," Mark said.

"If this is about your bachelor party, I am not calling a stripper. Meredith would have the locks changed."

Owen laughed as they walked.

"You don't have to worry about a bachelor party. Julia nixed it."

"Smart woman," Owen nodded.

"Whatever," Mark rolled his eyes. "Look, Derek, I need your opinion on something."

"Okay, what is it?"

"I want to surprise her with a house, and I need some help picking it out. I'd ask Torres but she and Robbins are looking for their own home. Apparently they need more room since Robbins is going to pop any day now."

"What a wonderful way to put it," Derek rolled his eyes. "No wonder all my sisters slapped you upside the head when they were pregnant."

"Including Amelia," Owen reminded the men. "During surgery if I remember right."

"He deserved it," Meredith said as she appeared holding Zola and Cristina walked up behind them. "Home, please?"

"Come along my girls," Derek motioned.

"Dinner," Owen suggested to Cristina.

"Italian?" Cristina posed.

"Sounds perfect," Owen nodded. "Night Mark."

"Night," Mark echoed as he watched them all walk away. For some reason he couldn't help feeling a little lonely as he turned and walked in the opposite direction.