Hey everyone. This idea sorta just popped into my head and I was going to wait until I finished my other story to write it, but I got impatient and just decided to write the first chapter and see how it does. I have kinda been wanting to write a McStizzie story for a while, and I was reading another fanfic with McStizzie friendship, and it really just made me want to write this even more. So...here it is. I hope you all like it, and please read and review..let me know what you think! :-)
Kat
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Chapter 1
"Doctor Stevens," Doctor Mark Sloan said, stepping aside to let the young resident get closer to the patient. "Do you want to try?" he asked.
Izzie smiled brightly as she looked up at Mark. "Yes, I'd love to," she said, standing in the place Mark had been standing moments ago.
"Now, you need to be very careful. Skin grafts are extremely delicate procedures," he said, hoping she was ready for this.
"Yes Sir," she said, taking a deep breath before beginning. "Dermatome," she said, holding out her hand for the instrument.
"Now, carefully cut the epidermis and dermis along the dotted lines I've made," he said, leaning over, watching her closely.
Izzie did as she was told and when she had successfully cut the area of skin indicated away; she set the tool down and gently picked up the skin.
"Now place it, carefully, on her face," Mark said, instructing her precisely.
Izzie did as she was told, and placed the skin on the patient's cheek before stepping back.
Mark looked at her strangely for a moment before speaking. "Do you plan on attaching the graft to the patient, or where you planning on just leaving it the way it is?" he asked.
"I'm sorry Doctor Sloan, I figured you were going to attach it," she said, surprised he was going to let her do the entire graft.
"Well I was going to let you do it since you had been doing such a nice job, but I see I assumed you could handle it," he said, turning to the patient.
"I can," Izzie said, stepping back up.
"This takes skill and confidence," Mark said, looking at Izzie.
"Then it should be no problem," she said, looking back at him, letting him know she could handle this.
Mark looked at her for a moment before stepping aside once again to let Izzie finish the job.
Izzie smiled to herself before finishing the procedure.
- - - - -
Izzie sat down at the table where Meredith, George, Cristina, and Alex were all eating lunch.
"What are you so happy about?" Alex asked, noticing the bright look on Izzie's face.
"I just rocked a surgery," she said, taking a bight of her turkey sandwich.
"Weren't you on Sloan's service today?" Meredith asked, surprised that Sloan had let Izzie do anything.
"Yes I was," she said, with her mouth full.
"Wait a minute, you rocked one of Sloan's surgeries?" Alex asked.
"Sure did. I kicked ass," she said, still smiling.
"More like kissed ass," Cristina commented.
Izzie's smile faded slightly. "Excuse me?"
"What'd you do, meet him in the on-call room?" she asked, jokingly.
Izzie laughed as she took another bight of her food. "I'm sorry, is that the sound of a loser who worked the pit all day?" Izzie asked, smirking.
Cristina rolled her eyes before returning to eating.
"Well good job Iz," Meredith said, smiling.
Izzie smiled before looking at George. "George, it was amazing! He let me do the whole thing myself," she said, gloating.
"He probably wants to see whats underneath your scrubs," Alex said, laughing slightly.
"What? You don't think that maybe, just maybe, he thinks I show a talent in his field?" she asked.
"Right, you and plastics? I don't think so," Alex said, laughing again.
Izzie rolled her eyes. "You know what Alex, you're just jealous that he lets me actually do surgeries and only uses you as his little secretary," she said, standing up. "Make sure you don't forget what kind of coffee he likes and where to pick up his dry cleaning next time you're on his service," she said, walking away angrily.
Meredith gave Alex a dirty look before standing up and going after Izzie.
"Iz," she said, catching up with Izzie.
"Why is he such an ass?" Izzie asked, pressing the button for the elevator.
"I have no idea," Meredith said, sighing. "But you know he's just jealous, and he likes to push your buttons," she said, looking at Izzie.
"I know, but it gets a little old," Izzie said, stepping into the elevator.
"I know," Meredith said.
The doors opened and Doctor Sloan stepped in. He looked at Izzie and smiled as he pressed the button for the 3rd floor.
"Great job today Stevens," he said, smiling.
Izzie blushed slightly and looked away as she muttered "Thanks."
When the doors opened again she hurried out of the elevator, with Meredith trailing not far behind her.
"Oh my god," Meredith said, looking at Izzie.
"What?" Izzie asked, trying to pretend she had no idea why Meredith was looking at her like that.
"Seriously?" Meredith said, standing in front of Izzie with her arms crossed.
"What?" Izzie asked, turning redder.
"You have the hots for McSteamy," she said, looking at her.
"No..no," she said, looking away.
"Ok really? Then why did you blush like a teenager when he complimented you?" she asked, smiling.
"Meredith, I so did not blush," she said, as if Meredith were being completely absurd.
Meredith laughed lightly. "Right. And I was never a dirty mistress."
"He's just..kinda hot," Izzie said, staring off into space.
"And kind of a man whore," Meredith added.
Izzie looked at Meredith and sighed. "I know that," she said "It's not like I would ever consider doing anything with him," she lied.
"A huh," Meredith said, walking away.
"Meredith, I'm serious!" Izzie yelled after her. She stood there for a moment before deciding she really needed to busy herself.
- - - - -
Izzie was sitting at the bar after her shift at the hospital had ended, keeping Meredith, who was currently drowning in her sorrows, company.
"He kissed that scrub nurse," Meredith said, downing another shot.
"Mer," Izzie said, trying to comfort her friend.
"He told me it meant nothing, and that I was the only girl in his life," she said, setting the glass down. "And he claims I'm not ready or whatever," she said, asking for another shot.
"Well, are you?" Izzie asked.
Meredith turned and looked at Izzie. "I don't know," she said, drinking her 6th shot in 10 minutes. "But I told him that I hoped Rose or whatever made him happy," she said, dropping the glass.
"Whoa," came a familiar voice.
Izzie turned to see Mark Sloan standing behind Meredith.
"Doctor Sloan," Izzie said, trying her best not to blush.
"Its Mark," he said as he smiled. "This seat taken?" he asked, motioning to the one on Izzie's other side.
"No," she said, feeling incredibly warm.
"What's wrong with her?" he asked, looking at Meredith.
"McDrea- uh, Doctor Shepherd, kissed some scrub nurse," Izzie said, feeling extremely embarrassed that she almost called Derek 'McDreamy' in front of Mark.
Mark laughed slightly. "I see," he said.
"Yeah, so now she's drinking away his memory," she said, watching Meredith down another.
"Meredith."
Izzie turned to see Derek standing on the other side of Meredith.
"You do not get to say my name," she said, looking down at the bar.
"Meredith," he said again.
"Seriously, just leave her alone," Izzie said, looking up at Derek.
He looked at Izzie for a moment, before deciding to ignore her.
"Meredith, come on. It didn't mean anything," he said, resting a hand on her arm.
"Okay, you know what?" Izzie said, standing up from her bar stool. "Just leave her alone, you've hurt her enough."
"Doctor Stevens, this is between Meredith and I," Derek said, looking at Izzie.
Izzie laughed slightly as she stepped toward him. "Okay, you may be my boss at the hospital, but right now you're the guy who damaged my friend. So if you don't back the hell off, I-"
"Izzie," Mark said, pulling Izzie's arm. "Calm down, he just-"
"You know, there's too much arguing in bars, I think I'm just gonna go," Meredith said, walking out the door.
Derek glanced at Izzie before following Meredith.
Izzie went to go after them, but was held back by Mark.
"Let go of me," she said, trying to pull away.
"Let him go after her. Give him a chance," Mark said, siding with his friend.
"No. He keeps hurting her, and one person can only take so much before they eventually-"
Izzie's sentence was cut off by a few loud bangs, followed by a horrible, blood curdling, scream.