Doc Note: Well, as my writing might indicate no, I am not dead. Real life is being stressful and time consuming, taking away my time for writing. So, to get my creative juices flowing, I've decided to take part in a drabble challenge. For those of you who don't know what a drabble challenge is, it's a challenge of 30 prompts about a specific character/pairing/TV show, all of which have to be exactly one hundred words. Twenty-five are given to you, and five are author's choice.

As my favorite couple just might be breaking onto the small screen, I've chosen O'Stevens. Yes, that's George/Izzie. Enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Grey's Anatomy. If I had, George and Izzie would have been love from day one (which they totally were anyway).

001: Sleep

Continuity: Anytime.

It was a given. Sleep deprivation was in the job description of a surgeon.

But, George never dreamed he'd never get any sleep in his own house. With Izzie, it was difficult to sleep. And Izzie managed to slip into his bed every night. She was quiet, but always coaxed him into some deep, philosophical conversation at three a.m.

It was currently 4 a.m.

"Izzie?"

Silence. Breathing. Stirring. And then Izzie settled back down, her limbs impossibly entangled with his. George sighed, head propped on her shoulder.

George wouldn't sleep this morning. He was content to simply watch her sleep.

002: Scars

Continuity: After Season Three

It was quiet. She stood over him in the locker room, he sitting on the bench. Her eyes were closed. His head was buried in his face.

"It's been over a year," she muttered.

"Izzie," he groaned, gaze shifting to meet hers. "Don't."

"It's been over a year and I still think of him. Every day, George."

He stood, offering a hand on her shoulder. "I still miss him. My dad, I mean." He felt Izzie shift under his hand, but his grip only tensed. "You can't forget. He's a part of you. You wouldn't be the same without him."

003: Luck

Continuity: Anytime

George frowned at her over the small pile of a three socks and two shoes on the table. "Bluff."

"Call it."

George's brow furrowed.

Izzie simply stared at him. She had a great poker face.

"I see your shoe and raise you a shirt."

It was Izzie's turn to frown.

"You got nothin'," George prodded.

"You got nothin'." Izzie laid her hand down face up.

George followed suit, muttering under his breath.

Izzie had three aces. George had two kings and a jack.

He yanked his shirt over his head, throwing it onto the table. "Dumb luck..."

Izzie grinned. "Bluff."

004: Animal

Continuity: During 'My Favorite Mistake'.

It was strange. Generally, she was the dominant one in their relationship. He was George. Gentle, best friend George. Tonight, he was definitely not best friend George.

In fact, with him leaning over her with that hungry look in his eyes he didn't even look like the George she knew. He looked like, well, an animal.

"George-" she'd protested as he nibbled at her neck. "We can't do this."

"Izzie, Iz," he'd insisted. "I need you now."

And, it might have been the alcohol, but she was sure he 'needed' her in a different way then just best friend Izzie.

005: (Authors Choice One) First

Continuity: After Season Three

"Nice night." He sucked at small talk. Izzie shot him that amused grin.

"Yeah. Nice." George fidgeted, readjusted his tie. She took a sip of wine.

"So..."

Awkward silence.

Awkward silence.

Awkward silence.

Since when did it become awkward between them? She was Izzie and he was George. They were best friends! George shivered. They weren't just best friends anymore.

This was real. They were dating. This was their first official date.

"I'm sorry."

Izzie stared at him. Somehow she knew exactly what he meant. "George. It's perfect."

She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

George blushed furiously.