26. With You – Harry Potter/Mark Sloan (Grey's Anatomy)

Harry understood perfectly well that Mark was in love with Little Grey. If it wasn't obvious from the ways his eyes would trail after her whenever she walked by, it would be the way he overheard her confessing her love for him – being infected by Mark, as if he were some sort of disgusting disease – and Mark's reaction to her words. He was overjoyed, delighted, but heartbroken. He was dating someone else, someone that wasn't Lexie and as much of a playboy as Mark could be, he didn't hurt people for no reason.

It would have been a good enough reason, Harry thought, and perhaps he should have let Mark go earlier. He isn't the kind of person who wants to stand in the way of true love, and anyone could see that Lexie and Mark were meant to be. They would have ended up together eventually, would have married and have the children that Harry couldn't give him…

Then the damn plane crash happened, and Harry hadn't been there to help. He hadn't been a part of the team that would help with the conjoined twins, hadn't been one of the ones who had crashed… If he had, perhaps he could have used his magic. Perhaps he could have saved Lexie, helped Mark, prevented the damage to Derek's hand, saved Arizona's leg.

There were a lot of what if's, a lot that Harry didn't want to think about.

As he held Mark's hand, clung to it as tightly as he could, they all hounded at him violently. He was about to lose the man he loved, and he knew it. Mark's 'surge' was coming to an end, and this would be the end of it, and Harry would lose him. They all would, and through the glass window, Harry could see Callie's sympathetic and upset eyes on him, and he had to close his own in order to prevent the tears from falling. They were as stubborn as him though, and he felt one hot streak make its way down his cheek.

"Hey," a voice said, quiet and weak. Harry's head shot towards Mark, and he released a breath he hadn't realised he had been holding. "What's got you so upset, gorgeous?"

While the nickname made Harry angry, because Lexie was the gorgeous one, he also couldn't stay so upset. Who knew when… when it would happen.

"Nothing," Harry replied, letting out a slow breath, and a smile replaced his frown. It was small, but it was better than he had been able to produce in days. Weeks, even. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine, I'm gonna be fine," Mark's hand squeezed his own, and Harry could feel his smile trembling. "So there's no need to look so down."

Harry laughed, the weakest thing he had ever produced.

"I'm just dreading you getting better. It's been a while since someone last stared at my ass as I walked by, you know? It's been pretty nice."

"Stand up and turn around, I'll give you a sneak preview," A wink followed the plastic surgeon's words, and Harry just shook his head. Only Mark could make him laugh when the situation was so dire.

They were quiet for a while, only needing the comfort of holding one another's hands. It had been a long time since they last had an awkward silence, at the beginning of their first date, and since then it had only gotten easier for them. Harry wondered if he'd ever had Mark as his own, to fill those silences with, or if he had always been Lexie's and hers only. Did Mark even love him, or did his heart belong only to one person?

"I love her," Mark's voice interrupted Harry's thoughts, and he looked over to the other. "I love Lexie. I… I'm going to be with her."

The words stabbed him harshly, but Harry didn't even feel a tear in his eyes. He knew this. It was common knowledge that they had been fiercely in love when they were together, and it was only circumstances that weren't completely in their control that pulled them apart from one another. Harry was merely a second choice. Not even a first one.

"I know," Harry whispered, using his free hand to brush Mark's hair back from his forehead. "You were meant to be with her, Mark. I've always known that." Though it didn't hurt any less.

"But I love you too. You're amazing, Harry. I'm incredibly lucky to have been able to meet you, to love you, to have you," The surge must still be affecting him, Harry figured. These words were so unlike his lover. "I love you. So much."

Harry nodded, felt the tears start again, "I love you too, Mark. I'm with you."

"Good."

Mark's eyes shut, as if he were merely falling asleep. They wouldn't open again.

a/n: i'm slightly obsessed with grey's anatomy.. i loved mark and lexie ;;

p.s i removed a chapter so the numbers may be wrong