A/N: I've had this idea for quite some time now. I know exactly where I'm going with this. I hope you enjoy the first chapter! Chapters will get longer! This one is just the starting chapter for the next which will definitely be longer. Please R & R..

The title is named after the song by Jessica Riddle.

Ratings may change in further chapters. Nothing anytime soon though. I'll say if it will, when it will. So don't worry if you're not one to read those kinds of things.

Summary: AU. Mark Sloan is a plastic surgeon who is not one for dating. Isobel Stevens is a middle school teacher who believes in relationships, but doesn't date often for the sake of getting close to anyone. What happens when these two meet at a bar? McStizzie.

Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy, or any movie, song, show, book, etc. mentioned in this fic.

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Isobel Stevens sat at the bar. She gave her friend a small wave as her friend left to leave. She turned back to the beer in front of her. It had been the first of the night, and the last. Today was Sunday. Tomorrow she had to work. Hangover and dealing with classes of eighth graders was not the best idea.

Sitting at a small table nearby. Mark Sloan gazed upon the blonde at the bar. He drank the last bit of scotch from the glass in front of him before standing up. He walked over to where she was. "This seat taken" He asked, gesturing to the empty seat next to her.

She glanced at him and shook her head.

Seeing her shake her head, Mark sat down gestured for Joe to get him another scotch. "So… Why's a beautiful woman like you sitting here all by yourself?"

She gave him an amused look. "My friend just left, and that line's pretty old." She picked up her half full beer and took a small sip of it.

Mark looked at her surprised. Surely a woman has never said something like that to him. Usually woman would be flirting with him right about now at that. "Really? Even so, it's worked for me before." He thanked Joe when he saw his drink appear in front of him.

She raised an eyebrow. "Good for you then."

Mark was intrigued. "Mark Sloan."

She looked over at him. "Isobel Stevens, but everyone calls me Izzie."

"Alright then Izzie. Can I buy you a drink?" Mark asked, a charming smile on his face.

Izzie shook her head. "No. I have work tomorrow." She explained.

"So one beer and you're done for the night?" Mark observed.

Izzie looked at him with a surprised smile. "You've been watching me."

Mark smirked. "Just for a few minutes."

"You can tell that in a few minutes?" She raised an eyebrow.

Mark chuckled. "Only when the woman barely touches her drink, if she even does at all."

"Like I said. I have work tomorrow." Izzie reminded him.

"As do I." Mark told her. "What do you do?"

"I'm a middle school teacher." She told him.

Mark wasn't sure he has ever seen a teacher in general who looked as good as she did. "Teacher? How do deal with all of those whiny kids?" He didn't like children. If they were kids of his own that'd be different, but it's not like he was planning on having kids now or anytime soon.

Izzie laughed lightly. "They're not whiny. The six graders are, but I teach the eighth graders. They're not too whiny." She told him, honestly. "How about you? What do you do?"

"I'm a surgeon. At Seattle Grace actually." Mark said. Maybe she was one to swoon over successful men. Shallow, but he could deal with that easily if they got together that night.

"What field are you in?" She asked curiously.

"Plastics." Mark told her, taking a sip of his scotch.

"Hmm." Izzie murmured thoughtfully.

Mark smirked. "Interested?"

Izzie shook her head. "No." She glanced at him with a small smirk of her own.

"That hurts a guy's ego." He said sarcastically.

"What? It's not big enough?" Izzie gave him an amused smile.

"No. It is." Mark disagreed, taking another sip of his scotch.

"I'm sure." She took a small sip of her own drink. "I'm not giving in. Why stay and sit here? Aren't there other women in this bar ready and willing?" She raised an eyebrow at him once again.

"I'm sure there are." Mark replied. "But you seem to be the most appealing one here."

Izzie cracked a smile. "Smooth."

"I thought so." Mark muttered.

"Are you sure those lines work?" Izzie asked, a small laugh escaping her lips.

Mark looked at her. "Yes."

"They haven't worked on me." Izzie pointed out.

"Or they have and you're not acknowledging it." Mark smirked.

Izzie leaned her head forward, nearer to his. "I am not sleeping with you."

"Of course." Mark leaned his head closer to hers as she just did. "We wouldn't be sleeping." He said huskily. He waited a moment. "Did that work?"

Izzie smiled before moving her head back from his. "No."

Mark did as she just did. "Worth a shot."

Izzie shook her head, the same smile on her face. She looked over at the clock, then at him. "I think I should go."

Mark tilted his head, still looking at her. "I can come with you."

Izzie picked up her purse to pay for her beer. She glanced at him. "Haven't we already established that your lines don't work on me?"

Mark smiled at her. "That wasn't a line."

Izzie paid for her drink. She looked at Mark. "Line or not, I'm not going to sleep with you."

"Like I said before. We wouldn't be sleeping." Mark reminded her.

"Goodnight Mark." Izzie said standing up and picking up her purse.

"Goodnight Isobel." Mark replied back to her with a small smile.

Izzie gave him a smile before making her way out of the bar.

Mark watched her walk out. She was definitely not like any other woman he has ever encountered.