Rogue Note: Summer is a bad time for me. I get bored, I get lazy, and I neglect responsibilities. Like writing. I mean, I love writing, but I just didn't feel like it lately. And then I got hit in the head with a fanfiction brick, went to write one, and realized that I'd gotten rusty. So you all get another Drabble Challenge from me.

This one's slightly different, as Predictable was set to me by someone else. This challenge is for me, and I'm trying to test myself a bit. The title has some significance here, as each update will contain five 100-word drabbles starting with a letter of the alphabet. I'm starting with 'A' and then 'B' and so on. Yes, I realize I'm slightly insane for taking this on. But, hey, the challenge makes it exciting to me. So we'll see how this turns out.

Oh, by the way, the subject of choice is O'Stevens again, because I'm suffering withdrawal and felt compelled to write them again.

Disclaimer: Well, if I owned Grey's Anatomy, don't you think the George/Izzie situation would've been resolved by now?

001: Appetite

Continuity: Anytime

Peering at Izzie from over the large bowl of salad in the middle of the table, George couldn't help but stare. His spoon was held a foot away from his mouth, mashed potatoes dripping onto the tablecloth. "You've surpassed seconds. You're on thirds. You're still hungry?"

Izzie barely looked up from ladling food onto her plate. "I haven't eaten all day, I've been on-call for two days, so yes, I'm starving. So I'm eating."

George blinked. "And yet somehow you still manage to look like a super-model." He gave a strained laugh.

Izzie grinned. "I'll take that as a compliment."

002: Anxious

Continuity: After 'Time After Time'

She was pacing. The strip of hallway in front of room 203 could have been worn with her footprints. Izzie paused at the slightest sound, as if expecting him to appear out of thin air. Every time George didn't reappear, Izzie's emotions shifted from disappointment to relief and then back to anxiety again.

She slid down the wall in front of the patient's room, head in her hands. And then, just when she slipped into a light sleep, Izzie felt herself being shaken awake.

Her vision swam for a moment and then George came into view. "She's fine. Hannah's fine."

003: Answers

Continuity: Before 'Testing 1-2-3'

"It's my turn, George." His gaze shifted to Izzie sprawled out on the living room floor amid piles of textbooks, notes, and empty coffee mugs.

"Name four problems associated with Tetralogy of Fallot."

"Ventricular septal defect, pulmonary obstruction, overriding aorta and..."

"Time! My turn."

"What was the last answer?"

"Doesn't matter. My turn."

"Tell me the answer!" George opened his mouth to respond when the book was wenched from his grip. "Enlarged right ventricle. Your turn."

Izzie flipped through the textbook. "George?" He fell silent, contemplating how she'd ended up in his lap. "You okay?"

The answer? "Yeah. Quiz me."

004: Acceptance

Continuity: After 'Didn't We Almost Have It All?'

But in my heart, I am sure, I'm in love with you George.

Right about now, that seemed like the stupidest thing she could've done in that situation. No, the worst thing she could've done was fall in love with her married best friend, sleep with him, and expect him to love her back, not necessarily in that order.

The stupidest thing she could've done? Izzie could've asked George to meet her at the church, and waited there for him for three hours after the not wedding.

She waited. He didn't come. And she'd just have to deal with it.

005: Apology

Continuity: After 'Didn't We Almost Have It All?'

This scene seemed very familiar. Here she was, wearing a dress, sitting on the bathroom floor, and feeling like she'd lost someone she loved dearly. Izzie blinked, staring around at the tiles as if they'd told George where she'd be. Someone had to have told him, because his note was taped to the sink, glaring down at her.

Iz,

I don't have the words to say to make this situation alright, but know I haven't forgotten about you. And know that I'm sorry. I really am.

-George

But maybe, it was just that George knew her better than anyone else.