Cupcake Cure

Just another day at Seattle Grace. Alex walks lazily down the hospital corridor. A young nurse smiles shyly up at him as she walks by. Alex does his best to return the gesture but fails miserably, instead grabbing a pen from his lab coat pocket for no apparent reason.

'God… Will I ever be myself again?' It had been several months since the Rebecca fiasco and he hadn't had sex… once. He knew it had to be some kind of record. Well, at least a personal worst. Alex convinced himself that something would break the spell soon enough… he couldn't live the rest of his life like this. Sooner or later, he would force himself to get laid. If not for pleasure then for whatever dignity he had left. Maybe it was all these extremely depressing thoughts that kept his spirits low...

Alex glances at a nearby gurney and spots Bailey passed out, clipboard still in hand. He's surprised to hear an inner laugh escape. 'Huh. Maybe things are looking up.' He keeps walking; a little more skip in his step. He takes in the other side of the hallway.

'Oh look, there's George and Lexie eating lunch and laughing at something funny.' He smiles and gives them a head nod. No reason why he should take his grumpiness out on happy people. Alex then shifts focus to the right; another gurney.

'And hey, there's a huge chocolate cupcake doing charts.' Alex gives him a half wave and turns the corner. 'Oh what a joker, that huge chocolate cup- Wait a minute.' Alex stops abruptly. 'What the hell?' He turns to retreat backwards but halts when an intoxicating aroma fills his nostrils. He closes his eyes and lets the rich chocolate ecstasy take over.

'Holy shit…' His eyes open leisurely and he begins stumbling down the hall toward the heavenly scent. 'What in God's name is that smell?' He thinks the oversized cupcake he saw earlier might have something to do with it, but there's no turning back now. Alex notices a bright yellow light at the end of the hallway…

'Iz?' He draws close enough to touch it. As he reaches out his hand, he hears a loud crash then…

Alex's eyes shoot open at the sound of his alarm clock crashing to the ground. His sleepy stare focuses on the awkward position of his outreached arm. Attempting to recall images of what he dreamt of, Alex takes in a whiff of air and suddenly he remembers everything. A wave of relief washes over him when he realizes the heavenly chocolate scent was real and absurd enormous cupcake-man was not.

He swings his legs over the side of the bed and rises much easier than expected. Glancing down at the blinking alarm clock on the floor, Alex scratches his chest and looks out his bedroom window; darkness. What in hell was she doing baking this late? At this point he didn't really care. Tummy grumbling, Alex heads down the stairs to investigate.

"A spoon full of sugar makes…" Izzie sings softly as she takes a fresh batch of triple chocolate cupcakes from the oven and places them on the counter. "The medicine, go down." Usually she drew the line at double chocolate anything but tonight called for a little something extra. Izzie shakes off her oven mitts and shimmies over to a large mixing bowl. Gripping the wooden spoon, she begins churning the thick brown batter around in slow circles.

Tonight she needed the extra chocolate because she was going to fix Alex Karev. Izzie smiled to herself, humming sweetly.

'That's right. No more depressing whiny Alex. One bite of these here cupcakes and I expect to see that asshole smirk of his right back on his pretty little face…' Izzie's smile grows as she scoops a spoon full of sugar and dumps it into the mixing bowl.

"He'll smile alright. Even if it means me slappin' that smile up there myself." She says the last part out loud with a lazy giggle and dips one finger into the delightful mixture. "Maybe I'll slap a little more than his fac-"

Izzie freezes at the sound of footsteps coming from the kitchen hallway. Her eyes move cautiously in the direction of the creaking wood floor; busted. There he stood, the infamous smirk already painted in perfect symmetry across his face.

Alex saunters toward a superficially collected and mortally terrified Izzie. He waits until he's two feet away and centers his gaze on the droplets of rich batter falling from her chocolate covered finger. Izzie locks her eyes with his, fighting the blush creeping rapidly up her neck to her flour stained cheeks.

Alex simply gives her his signature half smile and brings her finger to his mouth, sucking the chocolate from her finger and releasing a sound of pleasure at the taste he had been craving all night.

"Mmm, wow Iz." Alex nods his head in some kind of agreement and rests his eyes on hers. Izzie realizes her gaze had gone directly to his lips. 'Damnit!' She tries her best to pretend his effortless sex appeal and finger-sucking ability has absolutely no effect on her. Izzie meets his gaze skeptically, desperately trying to hide the lust and embarrassment behind her eyes.

"Now what was it exactly you wanted to slap Ms. Stevens?"