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She’s probably being ridiculous. Somewhere, deep down, Lexie is entirely aware of this, though not enough to question doing so in the first place. The thing about sex with Alex is that it’s exactly that: sex. No feelings, no strings attached, just a way of having fun. After all she’s been through lately, she deserves this, a chance to feel good

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Biting back a comment about how that wasn't really any of his business, Lexie huffed out a sigh, though she managed to shoot him a grateful look as she picked up the shirt. At least he didn't seem to be some sort of psychopath or perv or something. It wouldn't have accounted for why she suddenly wasn't at Meredith's, but it was hard to keep the thought from briefly crossing her mind, given that she was suddenly in the bed of some strange man.

"I was in a bed," she explained, like that much didn't speak for itself, "and not this one, waiting for my..." Unsure quite how to categorize Alex, she shook her head, opting for something else instead. "Waiting for someone who isn't you, and then, like you said, I'm just here." For a moment, she considered how to put the shirt on without exposing anything, and settled on holding up a corner of the sheet with her teeth so she could tug the shirt over her head. The blanket, she let fall around her waist, its position there still incredibly necessary. "So... what? I'm guessing this sort of thing doesn't happen to you often?"

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Gideon did at least look away a little when she got his shirt on. Shit, he could be a jerk, but he wasn't that fucking bad. It didn't take a fucking genius to realize what was going on once she said where she'd been last. He'd fucking suspected as much, even if the whole situation still was bewildering.

"No, I think a woman just fucking appearing in my bed is a first for me," he said, scratching the side of his neck. It struck him how lucky she was that she showed up in another bed and not in the middle of the Compound or something. "And I do a shit job explaining this stuff, so sorry in advance. You're not home now...which I guess you've fucking figured out. You're on an island where a ton of people have shown up on, just like you have. Me included. Though I didn't fucking show up naked when I came here, you just got the shit end of the stick with that."

No, he showed up mid-crime, a memory he still chose not to think of often. It was better that way.

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Eyes growing considerably wider, Lexie stared, all too clearly at a loss for words. This guy had seemed nice enough, giving her a shirt right away and not making too big a deal out of her current lack of clothes, but what he was describing was physically impossible. There was no way, no remotely possible way, that she could have gone from a bedroom in Seattle to an island. It just wasn't something that could happen, which left her with only one conclusion to draw.

"So, I'm crazy," she said, just a hint of a question in her voice, eyebrows raising as she looked over at him. "That's really what you're telling me, right? That I've, I've lost my mind? Because that doesn't just - How would I get on an island?"

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"If you're crazy, a couple of hundred people, including myself, are too," he said, raising an eyebrow at her. Shit, he hadn't even gotten to the part that most of the people - him included, again - were from fucking fictional places. "I've been stuck here for...years, now. No one has any idea how it happens, just that it does. Lucky us."

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"Years?" Lexie echoed, that, somehow, seeming the most startling of all she'd just been told. This was impossible, but he was telling her he wasn't crazy; the only thing she could do, then, was try to get home, but stuck for years definitely implied that that wasn't going to be possible. "No, no, I can't be here for years. I have a job, I have a career. I can't just spend years on some... vacation."

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"If you can find a way off this piece of rock, let me know," he replied, dryly. Still, he got why she was fucking freaking out, and did show a little sympathy. "Where are you from, anyway? Maybe someone you know is here. That shit happens sometimes, too."

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"Seattle," Lexie answered, taking deep breaths to try to keep herself calm, though so far, it wasn't doing much good. "I'm from Seattle, and I'm a doctor, I have - I have patients I need to get back to. How can there be no way to leave?" It sounded that much more implausible, bringing her back to her original theory, that she had lost her mind, but she wasn't going to say as much again yet.

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Well, at least he could fucking point her to a spot where a ton of doctors ended up going throughout the day, then. He had no idea who came from where, but

"They say there's two versions of you when you come here. One at home and one here. Not that that fucking makes much sense, either. All I know is the only way off this island is purely by accident," he said, trying not to think of the many he had to endure over the years, including the one that happened recently. It was easier to fucking bury it than deal with it. "You disappear just like you appear. But what I can tell you is there is a shitload of doctors around here, and a clinic you might want to check out. Think they have all of the ones around on record or whatever."

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"You're trying to tell me I'm in two places at once?" Lexie asked, eyebrows shooting up, less because she couldn't believe it and more because she needed the clarification, uncertain if she was understanding him properly. Surely there was no way she could be, not when the idea of that was even more ridiculous than her being here in the first place. The mention of a clinic, of other doctors, was as comforting as anything could be just then, but not enough to calm her nerves. It wasn't the hospital; it wasn't home. Burying her face in her hands, she said, "I think I might be better off crazy."

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Gideon knew the island was the kind of place that had to be seen and not told about. But to do that, she needed more than his fucking shirt. As she spoke, he leaned over his pile of clean clothes, pulling out one of his pairs of jeans. She was going to have to deal with it being bigger, because girl clothes obviously weren't just lying around. He moved closer to hold it out to her.

"Here," he said, since she wasn't looking up. "I'm not going to lie, there's a shitload of things that are going to confuse the hell out of you...and I'm really not great at explaining this place. But I am good at handing a person off to people who actually know what they're fucking talking about, so if you want, I can walk you to the main area of the island. I mean, unless you want to fucking sit half-naked in my bed all day."

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Just then, it didn't matter so much that the pants were going to be way too big for her. Anything would have been better than continuing to sit there with just a sheet over her waist in the bed of a stranger. Lexie peeked through her fingers, first, then somewhat reluctantly lowered her hands and grabbed the pair of pants, swinging her legs off the side of the bed without removing the sheet.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go with the first option," she said, nodding, almost appreciative as she looked over at him. "Thanks. Um, again. I'm Lexie, by the way."

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"Too bad," he joked, relaxing a little now that she looked like she was out of the fucking freak out phase. He was sure it'd be back, but then she'd be someone else's problem. He'd looked away when she got into the pants, figuring it was probably a shitty thing to do if he just stared at her. "I'm Gideon. Don't worry about thanking me - it's not like I could leave you fucking stranded in my hut, right?"

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"Might make things a little awkward when you try to sleep," Lexie said, an attempt at a joke that came across too forced, her smile a little too bright. This just wasn't a situation where levity could come easily. Her expression softened to something a little more natural after a moment, though, and she shrugged. "I just mean, for suddenly finding a naked girl in your bed, you're being really nice about it."

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"Not necessarily," he said, shooting her a grin. Shit, of all the things he'd had to deal with on the island, this was definitely not all that bad. For her, maybe, but it was just a minor inconvenience to him. He shrugged himself in response. "You obviously had nothing to do with this shit, so it's not like there's much to be pissed about. Well, maybe for the walk, but I had to go up to the Compound eventually anyway. That's where we're going, by the way. You can find clothes that aren't falling off you there, too."

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"The... Compound?" Lexie echoed, voice lilting up in a question, her eyebrows furrowing. It certainly sounded no stranger than the rest of what he'd told her - hell, it paled in comparison - but it was still something of an odd name, enough to merit asking about. More than that, though, she remained grateful that he hadn't made too much of this whole mess. "Okay, then. Do you, um... have a belt?"