Only one good thing can come out of the last, horrible Grey's episode, and that is that McSteamy and Izzie now have something in common. Now I gots to do something with that...!

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"Don't Speak"

An induction of sorts to the Dirty Mistresses Club

There were many things in Isobel Steven's life that had changed her. Some for the better, some for the worse. She had decided though that all changes, all catastrophes brought along with them a small little positive thing. With her daughter there had been a sense of a better future for the little girl. With Alex had come along Denny. With Denny had come along a hospital for the uninsured. With Meredith...well, she had lived, so for that she was plainly grateful.

But this she couldn't do anything with. She lost her best friend, probably for good. She had lost the respect of her friends, and even worse, her self-respect. There was no dignity left. No reason to boast, no pride. She was simply an adulterer. She had slept with a married man, and any which way you looked at it, it was bad.

She choked as she was overcome with emotions. She had bottled it up all morning, but that cold glare from Dr. Torres had done her in. George obviously had told her. Callie had no doubt wept. Her eyes were cold and red. Then she passed Dr. Montgomery, who glanced at her momentarily before turning. It was moment of judgment, one which she probably had no right to as Dr. Montgomery-Shepard, a married woman, had slept with her other best friend of the time. All the same, Izzie knew that Dr. Montgomery had always held her in high regard, and now she was like the rest of them.

It was a confirmation that Isobel Stevens had turned around and become another doctor involved with the wrong person. And tears finally fell. She buried her head and rocked silently as she began questioning her self-worth.

She was in a supply closet, it being the closest, most abandoned room she could find. She had considered the bunks, but she knew how often those couples would end up there doing extracurricular activities. She had shoved a rack in front of the door, so if anyone tried to enter, as they struggled to open it, she would have time to wipe her eyes and maybe hide.

But by now Isobel Stevens should have known she didn't have any luck left. The knob turned, something she didn't notice as so many thoughts were running through her head. She did however hear the door hitting the rack of supplies. She looked up and froze for a second. She thought she would have had time to turn around and wipe her eyes, but whomever had opened the door obviously was not a patient person.

The person rammed the door and the rack of supplies was pushed away in a second. All to fast for Izzie to not have to confront anyone.

Izzie turned around as the person stepped in.

"What the hell...Dr. Stevens?" came the voice.

She exhaled. He wasn't the first person she wanted to confront at the moment, but at this point he wasn't the last, because at least he had nothing to do with the whole affair. She wiped her eyes and turned around slowly.

"Dr. Sloan," she responded, not meeting his eyes.

"Would you care to tell me why this thing was blocking the door?" He waved at the rack and stared intently at her.

She gulped. "I uh...Just needed to be alone for a second. Second's done now, so I better get going." She walked to the door but he moved to block it.

"Is everything alright Dr. Stevens?" He actually sounded concern, but she paid no attention to it. She didn't know him well enough to know when he was being sincere or just being an ass.

"Perfect," she said and brought her eyes to his for a second, to look confident. "Now would you please move. I hate working the pits."

"Tell you what. You tell me why you're locked in a supply closet, crying and I let you scrub in on a surgery."

She was caught off guard. She met his curious gaze and studied his face. "Why the sudden curiosity Sloan?"

"I hate distracted interns. They do even more stupid things. Like bring me vanilla lattees. So as my intern, I intend for your mind to be clear. So get whatever the hell is on your chest off, and if that means taking your shirt off as well, then so be it. Who am I to stand in your way?"

"You realize you're standing in my way right now. And I can have you written up for that shirt comment."

He flashed his McSteamy smiled and said," stop skirting around the issue Stevens, or you'll be stuck in this supply closet with me for the rest of the day. Not that I would mind." He winked and she sighed.

"Fine," she said. She remained quiet though.

He rolled his eyes. "Come on Stevens."

"Don't rush me!" she snapped at him.

He put his arms up. "Alright, alright. Geez."

She rolled her eyes and paced whilst he tapped his foot and his watch.

"Okay," she finally said," but whatever I tell you does not leave this room."

He nodded.

"And you can't interrupt me!"

He nodded again.

"Okay?!"

"Yeah, yea," he said exasperated.

"I slept with George," she said, more to the wall than to Sloan.

She turned to him to watch his reaction. He furrowed his brows and looked like he wanted to talk.

"Yes, my best friend George. As in 'my best friend who is married with Dr. Torres' George. Last night," she said.

He crossed his arms and looked down to floor as he contemplated her situation.

"And we haven't spoken, and Callie just dogged me, and I've completely lost everything by sleeping with him. Even Meredith couldn't look at me. Meredith of all people!" She sighed and leaned against the wall. "I am the worst friend in the world," she muttered as she sunk down onto the floor.

"No, that would be me," Mark said.

She snapped her eyes to him. "I told you not to interrupt me."

"Well, aren't you done?"

She blinked back tears as she crossed her arms. "Yes," she mumbled.

"Well then, I repeat: I am be worst friend in the world."

Izzie gulped as she turned her head slightly, so she was looking at the wall to the right of her.

"Right, because you betrayed two friends." She nodded, trying to make sense of his statement.

"That and I didn't admit that I did something wrong."

She nodded as she wiped at the tears threatening to come out.

"What, you thought you did something right?"

He rolled his eyes and stepped away from the door. He took a seat next to Izzie, which only irritated her further. She was now facing him, so she turned her head around to face the door, which was not blocked anymore.

"Don't even think about it Stevens. We're not done here," he said, his head faced towards the door as well.

She rolled her eyes and brought her knees up to her chin. She began fiddling her hands as the room was overcome with silence.

"I knew it wasn't right, but I figured it wasn't wrong because I loved her. And I thought she loved me."

"Well, then maybe I'm the worst friend, because neither me nor George are in love. At least you loved Dr. Montgomery."

He laughed bitterly. "Yeah, but I cheated on her. More than once."

She smiled tightly. "Yeah, you did."

"But I get some pity points. She aborted our child. Only wanted a kid if it was Derek's"

Izzie turned to face him, to see if he was being serious. He was being serious; on his face were visible wounds. He could feel her gaze on him so he turned to face her.

"So? Whose court is the ball in now?" he said as he masked his emotions again.

"I'm sorry Dr. Sloan, I just–we shouldn't be having this conversation." She began to stand but he pulled her back down.

"We're going to finish this Stevens."

She nodded. "Okay, well um I slept with George for all the wrong reasons."

"Like?" he asked as he turned back to face the wall.

"Like envy. Like loneliness, like not really wanting him. And I don't know. I love him, but not like that. Never like that. He's George," she shrugged as she stared down at her hands.

"Well, I won't fight you there. Those are all the wrong reasons," he laughed

She laughed as well. She stopped quickly though, ashamed at laughing at something like that.

"You did wrong Stevens, but you can't punish yourself more so than necessary. Don't excuse yourself."

"I'm not punishing myself," she said bitterly.

"Then why won't you let yourself laugh?"

She rolled her eyes. "You don't know what you're talking about Sloan."

"I'm talking about stabbing people in the back. I know what it's like, I should know. I've done it twice. And I dealt with it two ways. I've gone off and pretended like nothing was wrong, and I've also walked about guiltily, watching my every step. And I've learned neither way is good."

"Then what do you suggest Dr. Sloan? Because obviously you're an expert."

"First, stop blaming and snapping at everyone. One, it's rude, and two, you're just deflecting your guilt on other people. Then just accept what you've done. You can't go back, but don't do what I did; don't you repeat your mistakes–learn from then. Then all you can do is forgive yourself and ask for forgiveness. You can't turn back time, so you just have to make amends with it."

She was surprised, with their entire conversation as a whole, but with that last part especially. He was right, something she never expected from him. And she had never thought Mark Sloan could be sincere. She turned to him.

"Thank you Dr. Sloan," and she did her best to offer him a smile.

He nodded and pushed himself off the floor. He dusted himself off and offered her a hand. She took it and he pulled her up quickly. She knew he was muscular, but his strength still surprised him. She dusted herself off as he opened the door.

As he stepped out he said," And Dr. Stevens?"

"Yeah?" she answered, turning to him.

"Don't run and hide. It's pathetic. Now hurry up. We've got a surgery and Karev's at the nurses station, where he can easily spot me, and I don't want to deal with his ass-kissing. Oh, and welcome to the Dirty Mistresses Club," he winked and smiled as she rolled her eyes.

She cracked a smile after he turned his back. It wasn't a prestigious club, but having something in common with Mark Sloan ( which an hour ago she would have found revolting) was sure to have its perks. It meant she wasn't the only person in the running to be the worst possible friend.

Still thinking on this, she sped up and followed Sloan, slamming the door behind her, leaving the room in which she was hiding behind her.

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