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[on mun considering her as new muse]
You know how much work it's going to be to play someone with a photographic memory, right?
I mean, I remember everything. The list of inactive ingredients in my deodorant, the signs and symptoms of Myelomeningocele, the birthday of pretty much every patient I've ever been assigned?
I'm a lot of work. You can't just play me because you think I have pretty eyes. I'm a Grey, I'm complicated, it could be a lot of work for you and I just--
[Oh, now she's flustered.]
Oh, you think my eyes are pretty? Oh.
Well, okay, that's--thank you.
I mean, I remember everything. The list of inactive ingredients in my deodorant, the signs and symptoms of Myelomeningocele, the birthday of pretty much every patient I've ever been assigned?
I'm a lot of work. You can't just play me because you think I have pretty eyes. I'm a Grey, I'm complicated, it could be a lot of work for you and I just--
[Oh, now she's flustered.]
Oh, you think my eyes are pretty? Oh.
Well, okay, that's--thank you.
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Your opinion doesn't count, it's...inherently biased.
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No.
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[ He has a girlfriend. He has a girlfriend but he had steak with Lexie. And Jackson. It was study steak. There are no -- okay, there are feelings. A part of him knows Lexie is sliding back into her old feelings. A part of him welcomes that fact.
But, he knows he's playing with fire. ]
Little worried you read the ingredients in your deodorant. Did you suddenly go environmental on me? [ A beat. ] The hospital?
And everyone's complicated. That's... not an excuse.
Lexie. She's distracting you on purpose. Throwing you off your game. Stay strong.
We have lives to keep living.
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[She fidgets. Nothing as romantic as dinner with you, your ex-boyfriend, his daughter, your other ex-boyfriend, and your niece. Still...babies have a history of getting in the way for them. Little Sloan, then Sofia. But she's grateful for the convenient excuse of Zola.
Even if her Valentine's Day didn't go quite like she was hoping.]
I don't read the label on purpose or anything. Don't neurotically stand in the deodorant aisle, trying to figure out whether Degree or Dove has a smaller trace of dimethicone copolyol. Which would be ridiculous, anyway, because studies have shown that it has no negative effect on pores or any trace level of toxicity or harmful effects on the environment in its production...
[She trails off. Because he probably doesn't really care about studies on dimethicone copolyol and anyway, that isn't really the point.]
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Instead, dispatching Avery to get information led to Avery and Lexie part 1. Luckily, the finale of that relationship aired. Or, unluckily, as Sloane moved on. He's... moved on. He reminds himself of that fact.
Neither had his. ]
Hey, maybe you do. Nothing wrong with neurotic aisle reading. [ It's cute. And then the ramble. ] Lex!
[ He smiles. Oh, Little Grey. ]
Stay strong.
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[Maybe Arizona knows what she's doing with those roller skatey shoes of hers. Right now, having those on and being able to zip away from the conversation and her feelings and the certain feeling that Julia and her perfect hair are about to show up any second...]
I'm stronger than you think.
[Like strong enough to handle that night with Mark and Jackson. It was practically a V.C. Andrews novel dinner party.]
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[ Yes, it was a night of Gothic fiction. Incest-free. ]
They're going to want to use us to their own ends. But, we aren't puppets. We don't move when our strings are pulled. We hold strong. Stand strong. We stay strong.
[ Maybe he's talking about himself. Staying strong. Because, as much as he misses her, as much as he'd love to go there, he's attached. ]
Kinda pointless, right? He doesn't have any surgeries for me. Avery's not up here. Derek was at one point. But, how does that help? There's a quiet 'vampire' whatever that means, a teenage girl, a woman who reminds me of you but is ten times creepier... Yeah, I miss Seattle Grace. And my daughter. Think he'll let me bring Sofia?
And what's this about a game? Or, applications? I'm a world class plastic surgeon. You're a resident. We have better, far more important things to do.
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An Elf, a vampire, a fisherman, a Greek god, three people who travel through shadows, a hero of time, a blind soldier, and the genuinely unpleasant leader of a rebellion. I'm pretty sure I'm the newest side show. The Girl Who Remembered Too Much.
[This is easier. This is better than trying to talk about inconvenient feelings. She can do small talk. She can probably ramble small talk for hours.]
You're right. We don't have time for games. Women's sagging breasts depend on you.
[She is teasing, Mark.]
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Very funny. You know I do more then lift sagging breasts. ...Though, when I do lift breasts, I lift well.
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[And oh god, how did they start talking about breasts? Now she's definitely not thinking about his work in plastics.]
But I'm sure that there's work that people need done outside of Seattle. I mean, people need medical help all over the world, right? For example, in the United States the patient-to-doctor ratio is only 390 to 1, but in Tanzania, it's 50,000 to 1? Even in Indonesia, it's more like 8,000 to 1, and so I don't think that leaving Seattle Grace would mean you'd never have any work to do again.
Then again, I don't have a daughter I'd be leaving behind. Or, um, a girlfriend.
[Oh look at how distracting the hem of her sleeve is! She'll focus on that for awhile.]
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[ All your fault. It's all... your fault, Lexie. ]
And you're... not a lesbian. [ But the mothers of his daughter? Are. Also... ]
Tanzania and Indoenesia [ what? ] aside, he's not sending us to Asia or Africa. Me. Not sending me. She has you. You're hers.
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If we went anywhere at all. I mean, like you said, there's Sofia and I'm almost done with my residency and I--am very very busy with lots of things.
[Also the idea of getting away from the continual emotional toll of Seattle Grace and getting to go somewhere new and exciting all alone with Mark is not exciting to her at all. Nope. Not even a little.]
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Me too. We're busy, important, talented doctors. No wonder they want to take us somewhere. [ Wait. No, that went to a different place. Crap. ] There's Sofia. [ And Julia. ]
This is the first and last time I say this but we should strike.
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[She looks a little skeptical of this.]
Your life is kind of the guidebook to why people should avoid making bad choices, Mark. I mean, there was the whole thing with Callie and even the stories I've heard about you and Addison...
[Okay, no need to get into awkward territory, Lexie. She clears her throat and moves on.]
But you always somehow come up on top. Which is...annoying...but maybe that means you would now, too.
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[ Yeah, thanks. Bad territory? Is bad. ]
Do you want to go along with this plan?
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[And she will keep using that excuse until it runs dry. Because Lexie doesn't want to make decisions for her and Mark because almost every time she has, she's ended up regretting them. She stays with him, she regrets it. She breaks up with him, she regrets it. She goes to see him with Zola in her arms, she regrets it.
She tells herself that now. Getting to be alone with him in some new place doesn't mean she'll suddenly be in a fairy tale. She doesn't want a fairy tale. She's a doctor, not a princess with a pumpkin and a very inefficient shoe.]
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Yeah, but you have friends, a life.
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Lexie is content with life, but that's different from happy.]
You don't think there's something--exciting about it? A fresh start?
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I think I have a daughter. I think I'm... getting older.
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[Also, he looks better every year, which is one of those really frustrating thing about men, but Lexie isn't going to say all that. That could sound like flirting, and she is definitely not flirting with Mark Sloan again.]
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[She fidgets again. She's not going to try and talk him into anything. He's right, he can make his own decisions and his life doesn't revolve around her. It's not supposed to.
He chose his daughter over her twice and that's how it's supposed to go. But now, she doesn't owe him anything and he doesn't owe her and she and her deodorant will be perfectly happy together.]
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It's a Sloan thing.
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She doesn't know where I'd fit. I'm--complicated.
I guess that's a Grey thing.
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You obviously haven't spent enough time around my family, then.
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