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Isobel Stevens traced her fingers along the rim of the glass before she downed the liquor in one gulp. It burned her throat as the amber liquid made its way into her body. She set the glass down, determined not to make the same mistake she had made two months ago. Izzie placed her hand on her forehead as the memory came rushing back to her. She had gotten drunk and had sex with her best friend, her married best friend. Shortly after their drunken night together, she had confessed her undying love for George. She practically begged him to dump his wife and start a relationship with her. She waited three weeks for George to come to her and tell her that he loved her too. She spent three weeks worried that their drunken night together meant more to her than it did to him. When he arrived at her door and told her that he loved her too, she was so happy. They spent the next day discussing the best way to go about getting together without hurting Callie. George told her that he would wait until the right moment to tell Callie the truth. That was five weeks ago and apparently George had yet to find the appropriate time to tell his wife that he had an affair and was leaving her for another woman.

A loud noise brought Izzie out of her reverie. Mark Sloan was at the other end of the bar, hitting on a woman who obviously did not want to be bothered. The woman had thrown her drink in his face and slapped him before she returned to a table with her friends. Izzie laughed.

Mark walked over to her and sat down on the empty stool next to her. "You think that was funny?"

Izzie twirled the empty glass in her hands. "I bet it's not everyday that McSteamy gets rejected. I'm just happy that I got to witness that."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Hey Joe, can I get another drink over here. And give Stevens another of whatever she's drinking."

Izzie shook her head. She did not want to have to deal with Dr. Sloan's advancements tonight. It was enough that she had to deal with them at the hospital earlier in the day. "I'm not going to sleep with you."

Mark Sloan cocked an eyebrow. He turned his body in the chair so that he was facing her. "And what makes you think that I would want to sleep with you?"

Izzie rolled her eyes. "You so want to have sex with me. With all the comments you make in the OR about my appearance and rubbing against you, I doubt it's because you want me to bake you a cake." She picked up the drink that Joe set in front of her. "Besides, you're Mark Sloan. You want to have sex with everybody."

"Cake? Why Stevens, I never knew you could make cooking sound so dirty."

"You're an ass."

"And you're hot." He leaned forward and stroked Izzie's cheek.

She pushed him away from her. "You are beyond wasted." Izzie turned to the man standing behind the bar, an amused expression on his face. "Joe, how much did he have to drink?"

"I'm drinking for two," Mark interjected. He stood up too quickly and immediately fell backwards into the bar.

Izzie shook her head. She was definitely not in the mood for this. First she had to deal with him hitting on her and now she had to deal with him being too drunk to take care of himself. She examined him to make sure he didn't hurt himself when he fell. "You sure know how to impress a girl," she remarked as she helped him stand up.

He wobbled for a few moments, nearly crashing back to the ground with Izzie in his arms. "I'm fine." He took a few steps forward.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

"Home."

"I don't think so," she said as she reached into his coat pocket for his keys. "There is no way I'm going to let you drive home in the state that you're in." It was at times like this that she wished she could be more like Alex or Christina. She hated that she felt the need to help everybody, especially when that some one was a drunk man whore.

"I'm fine. I can drive."

"You are not fine. You can barely stand up."

"I am too fine," he protested. "See." Mark stood with his arms spread out and proceeded to try and touch his nose with the tip of his finger.

She smirked as his finger missed his nose and landed on his cheek instead. "As fine as you obviously are, I am going to have to insist that I drive you home." She grabbed his arm and directed him toward her car.

"Where do you live?" she questioned once the two of them were in the car. When he didn't respond she turned to see that Mark was passed out. "Damn it," she muttered. She banged her hand against the steering wheel. This was not good. She poked him in the ribs. "SLOAN!"

He opened his eyes and looked intently at her. "What?"

"Where do you live?"

"The Archfield," he mumbled as he settled himself back into the seat and closed his eyes.

"Which room?" She poked him in the ribs again when he didn't answer her question.

He mumbled something incoherent and turned his body to face the window.

"Great." What was she supposed to do now? She could drive to the hotel, drop him off and hope that someone managed to get him to the appropriate room. She could call somebody and ask if they knew which room Mark Sloan occupied at the Archfield, but then there would be questions about why she wanted to know. She could pass him off to another woman but he would enjoy that too much. She sighed as she started the car. Izzie knew what she had to do. She would take him back to Meredith's and pray that her roommates were asleep.

She pulled up into the driveway. She let out a sigh of relief when she realized that the lights were off inside. She quickly got out of the car and opened the passenger side door to help Mark out. She grabbed his arm and put it over her body to support him. "Dr. Sloan, you're going to have to help me."

He got out of the car and leaned on Izzie's tall frame. "Where are we? This isn't where I live."

Izzie groaned as his body started to weigh heavily on her. He smelled like whisky and she could feel his hands roaming down her back. "No, it's not." She tapped him in the stomach when his hands reached too far down her back. "I didn't want to drop you off in front of a hotel." She gave him an awkward smile and headed toward the house.

He leaned on the door as Izzie unlocked the front door. "Stevens, I always knew that you wanted me."

"Shut up." She pushed him through the door and led him toward the couch. He sat down and turned to look at her. She stood up. "You should get some sleep. You have to work tomorrow."

Mark placed his hand on his mouth. "I think I'm going to be sick."

"Third one on the left," she pointed as he ran upstairs.

She went upstairs and entered her own room. Izzie quickly changed into cotton pants and a tank top while Mark was in the bathroom. She sat down on the bed. This day could not get any worse. She had to deal with watching George and Callie work on a case at the hospital all day and when she had gotten George by himself he simply told her that he would tell his wife he was leaving her tomorrow. Tomorrow. It was always tomorrow. All she wanted to do was get a drink, go home, and take a nice relaxing bath. Instead she had to take care of a man that she despised.

"So, are we going to do this or what?" he asked as he sat down next to her. He leaned into her and tried to kiss her lips.

She jumped up off of the bed as she pushed him away from her. "I will not be having sex with you tonight. Or any other night for that matter. Not ever." She tore through her closet looking for extra sheets. "You will be sleeping on the couch and I will be sleeping in my bed. Alone." The words echoed in her brain. "Without you," she amended. She turned once she found the sheets. "I'll be sleeping on the couch," she said when she saw that Mark had fallen asleep on her bed.

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Izzie groaned as she got off the couch the next morning. She really wished that she had kicked Sloan out of her bed the night before. The sofa was not comfortable at all to sleep on. She stretched her aching muscles and headed to the kitchen to make coffee.

Izzie poured the steaming hot liquid into her cup when she heard the familiar sound of her roommates waking up. Her eyes looked up when she heard someone enter the room.

"What time did you get home last night?" Meredith Grey asked as she reached into the cabinet to get a coffee mug for herself and Derek.

"Late," she responded as she lowered her eyes back to the newspaper.

"Who did you bring home last night?" Alex Karev questioned as he entered the kitchen.

Izzie smirked. She debated whether or not she should tell them about her encounter with Dr. Sloan last night. She decided that she was not in the mood to answer any of their inane questions. "Nobody."

"Then who is in your room? I heard noise coming from your room and you're here." Alex went to the refrigerator and got milk for his coffee.

"Where the hell am I?" Mark's voice called from the other room. Everyone in the room gasped as he walked into the kitchen and sat down at the counter. "I need coffee."

She picked up her coffee mug and took a sip. "Could one of you give Dr. Sloan a ride to work today? He left his car at Emerald City Bar last night." She stood up and headed up stairs to get ready for work leaving her stunned roommates to deal with Mark.

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Izzie walked down the corridors of the hospital with her interns following close behind her. She had somehow managed to avoid both Alex and Meredith during her rounds that morning. Somebody grabbed her arm and pulled her away from her interns. She groaned when she realized Mark Sloan's blue eyes were staring at her. "Did you need something Dr. Sloan?"

"Can I talk to you in private?" he asked as he pulled her into an empty room.

"No." Izzie turned to leave.

"Would you go out with me?" he blurted out.

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