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[drownondryland]

It's the story of Meredith's life, really. Every time she starts to get back on her feet, something new comes along to bowl her over, and it's all the more frustrating for the fact it forces on her, the realization that she's grown soft here. Things were so good for a while, so peaceful, at least compared to the lives she and Sean had led before;

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[lexiepedia]

The response is about as good as Lexie can hope for, really, if not better. At least they aren't snapping anymore. She can hold her own, when she needs to, when she reaches a breaking point, but that doesn't mean she likes it all that much, particularly when she doesn't actually think it will accomplish much. It's hard to say if she honestly thinks there's anything to be gained here, if Meredith will ever come around like she did back home, but Lexie certainly wants her to. To call this a step in the right direction would probably be naïve, but it's better than several alternatives.

"Oh, yeah, I have a hut now," she says, nodding in confirmation. "It's not much, but it's something. Better than staying in the Compound, I thought, anyway. I think I might actually go crazy if I tried to live in here long term." As soon as she's said it, that last sentence, she's sure Meredith doesn't need to know it, but for her part, she doesn't find herself wanting to take it back. There can't be any harm in sharing things. It's a tactic she's tried

[drownondryland]

Meredith nods slowly. Every tiny connection annoys her because she can't seem to avoid them altogether, and it's not like that isn't a common enough sentiment. The building isn't very welcoming. Neither is she, but she can't make up her mind yet anyway, whether she should try or run. She likes her life; anyway, she likes the bare bones of it and the way she's seen it before, the way it's slowly, slowly becoming again, though things still aren't fixed. She doesn't need to add to it. Lexie's problems aren't hers.

She's tempted to turn tail and run, but something's needling at her, inexplicable, until she caves. "I moved out almost as soon as I got here," she says. "The clinic's about the only good part. And the kitchen." It clicks then. She's not about to make much effort, but she'd be a complete hypocrite to send Lexie packing now when she wants so much for Sean to fix things with Theresa. There's still only so much of this she thinks she can handle.

[lexiepedia]

"The kitchen definitely isn't bad," Lexie agrees, ducking her head with a small, almost sheepish smile. It's something, and the fact that they agree on it isn't insubstantial, as ridiculous as she feels for thinking so, when there probably isn't a person on this island who wouldn't say that the kitchen is the best part of it, and the clinic if they're a doctor. Mostly she's been avoiding the latter, knowing that it's Meredith's territory, and that, too, seems absolutely stupid now. It was different before, when she was an intern and Meredith was a resident and they didn't know each other in the slightest. Now, with Meredith running the whole place, it would be too weird having her as a boss. She's a doctor, though, and a smart, capable one, and maybe there isn't much to be done, but she shouldn't let herself be scared off by her sister. "It's going well, then? Everything in the clinic?"

[drownondryland]

There are questions Meredith's afraid to ask, things hanging on the tip of her tongue, not fully-formed in her mind, so when Lexie asks, she's in a near-daze. The question snaps her focus back to the girl and she nods quickly. "It's... slow," she says. "Not a lot of patients. But everything is... well, yes."

It's hers, more importantly, a sentiment she rarely expresses aloud except to Sean. There are other people who spend as much time in there - nearly as much anyway - or who have been here longer, and Peter built the O.R., but she keeps things in perfect working order now. It's what keeps her sane, the clinics and Sean, a little world she finds is increasingly hers to run. The world Lexie comes from isn't hers anymore, so the things in it shouldn't matter, but they do and there's so much she wants to know, so much she's afraid to know.

"The O.R. took some damage in the last storm, but it's fine now."