Not many people ( least from what I've seen) have written stories on the George/Izzie one night stand. So I thought I'd do it (no pun intended )

Here we gooo!!

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The bells of the bar door rang as she entered the cigarette smoke fog of the bar. Her mascara stained her creamy complexion and her hair was disheveled in a messy bun. She clenched her cardigan to her body as she made her way to the bar. She ordered a shot, she didn't care of what, just anything to wipe away the memory of the day from her head. Shot one slipped down her throat with ease, as she inhaled it like air. She gulped, allowing the sweet taste of the pain-killing substance slithered down her body. Clutching her abdomen, she allowed herself to apply pressure. Anything to match the pain she felt inside, if only for a moment.

"Another one, Joe" she demanded. He looked at her, as if trying to find her inner turmoil, but he couldn't read her. He sighed, and yet again poured her a shot of toxin. She took the shotglass in her hand and looked into it. She saw the golden liquid that filled it, how beautiful and inviting it was. Gripping the glass tightly in her hand, she downed the drink in quick success.

She felt a bit woozy from the two drinks, as her head rocked back to make the sensation of the drinking worth while. But, she yet again asked for a refill. Not wanting to get yelled at, Joe filled her up again. And slurp, the drink was gone.

She stared deep behind the bar at the neon sign that lit up the room. Its lights were inviting, and she continued to watch it as she recalled the moments before…

She was taking off the sheets from her bed. Disgusted by the musky scent, she quickly tore off the comforter, followed by the sheets themselves. At first, she was calm, just moving at a quickened pace. After the last corner of the bed was freed from the top cover, she grew into a rage and balled up the cursed sheets. She sat on the edge of the bed, anger rising in her. She blew her blond bangs out of her face and stared out in front of her at her opened door. In the hallway, the room across from her was George's. She looked into his room from her spot on the mattress, and suddenly, the anger dropped from her eyes. Instead, sadness filled them, and she began to bawl. She covered her face with her hands, in an attempt to hide herself from the outside. She couldn't stand it anymore.

From the other room she heard a headboard bang against the wall. Meredith was at it again. She needed to get thicker walls.

It was the last straw. She stood up, walked over to her closet, put on her favorite oversized cardigan, swiftly combed through her hair with her hand and put it up with a hair tie. With one look in the mirror to see her sad looking outterself, she walked down the stairs and out the door, not even bothering to tell the two lovers in the bed upstairs where she was headed. She didn't even know where she wanted to go. She just wanted to go. To wherever she could escape. She hopped into her car, blasted her music up loud, and she drove through the rainy streets of seattle.

She first ended up at the hospital. She parked her car in a far away parking space, under the tallest oak tree she could find, to camoflauge herself from the hospital. She couldn't decide if she wanted to go in or not, so she just stayed put, not moving an inch, just listening to the tunes. As the music reached the chorus for a final time, a hand rapped at the driver seat window. She jumped, and shrieked, unsure of who it was knocking on the door through the rain drop blemished glass. The hand continued to knock, and she thought she heard the words "Izzie, its…Let me….Its raining". She slowly opened the car door and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Alex standing out in the rain. She opened the doors to the car and allowed him to sit in the backseat.

"Izzie, what's wrong?" He questioned. "Your shift ended a while ago. Why are you still here?"

"I'm not still here. I came back" she stated matter of factly. She tried to appear strong and powerful, but really she was so vulnerable. Alex could see right through her shield, and he took her hands in his, softly rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.

"Iz…you don't have to be strong you know. It's me"

She nodded, and she awkwardly climbed in the back seat in order to more easily be with Alex. He held her hand the entire time, guiding her to the seat next to his. She rested her head into the crook of his neck, and he used his other hand to stroke her golden hair. He kissed the top of her head gently, as a mother would kiss her child. Comforting was he to her aching heart, and she breathed easier in his presence.

"What's wrong?"

And then, she cracked. She completely lost it. Tears welled in her eyes, erupting into a massive flow that drenched Alex's already wet rain coat. He reassured her, telling her it was ok to cry, and to let it all out. And she didn't hold back. She kept crying for what seemed an eternity. As she eased back, she took a deep breath and told Alex her pain.

"I---I---I"

"Shhhh" He crooned. "Just relax. Don't rush it, take your time" She nodded again. She was grateful of his patience.

"I slept with…with George"

"Married George?" Alex blurted out. Tears erupted again and she shook in terror.

"I'm…a…horrible..person!" She muttered in between her sobs.

"No..Iz..shhh…its ok..calm down…deep breaths…relax" Alex tried to make up for his un-thought- out response. He stroked her hair again and resumed the soft kisses, in an attempt to bring her solace. When she was once again tranquil, she breathed and tried again.

"He was drunk…I was drunk…we were both so drunk, Alex. He told me..he told me that he and Callie had a fight. Over me. She accused him of having feelings for me. We both agreed that was crazy, and at the time, I did think it was crazy. I mean, he's GEORGE, Alex, Bambi George. The awkward, dorky, my best friend, George! I couldn't love him, I can't! But then, while we were laughing it off, he looked at me…That's dumb, I know. But he looked at me alex, not just look, but looked at me, like someone does when they…when they care for you as more than a friend…" Izzie took another breath. Alex rubbed her back and told her she could stop if she wanted. She shook it off and continued.

" I looked at him back, confused at first, but then with the same fire that he looked at me with. I leaned over, and he leaned too. Our foreheads touched lightly, and my lips met his. It was…out of this world. The way his mouth matched mine, how they just seemed to fit. We stood up, not breaking the kiss, walked up the stairs, closed the door to my bedroom, and just….you know…" She looked at him and he understood what she meant. She didn't need to explain to him what people did when they were drunk, kissing, and in a bedroom.

"I'm horrible Alex. I woke up the next morning, with a headache, I saw him there next to me, naked. I knew what had happened. But when he woke up, it took him hours to realize that we had sex. He knew he had a horrid hangover, but not about the sex. But Alex, I don't regret it. He does. And he's married. What do I---I can't---He has to realize I love him---I can't live like this I just---" But she was cut off. Alex grabbed her face with his hands and he kissed her like there was no tomorrow. He didn't know why, but just seeing her there, in his arms, revealing all to him. It made him love her even more.

Izzie was stunned at first. Then she realized what was happening. She pulled back. "Alex GET OUT!" She screamed

Alex looke down in shame. Why did he just do that!

"Iz…I'm so sorry..I don't even know where that came—"

"OUT!" He got out of the car, kicking himself in his mind for doing that. Izzie let out a scream of frustration. She went back to the drivers seat, blasted the music even louder, and allowed herself to drive off. More tears were added to her face. Now she had more on her plate to deal with. She couldn't take it anymore, so she did what she didn't want to do. She drove to Joe's. She needed a drink.

And that's what lead her to the bar stool she was on. Three shots weren't enough, she realized. She ignored the wooziness she felt in her head, and the pit in her stomach that told her not to do it. She ordered another shot and away it went into her belly. Just as she was about to order another one, the bar doors jingled.

She turned in the direction of the door to see the O'Malley Couple walk through the door. She swished back forward in her seat. She tried hard not to allow tears to slip through her eyes, but a couple of tears formed at the corners' of her eyes. The droplettes fell down the side of her face, and she used the back of her hand to wipe them back. She left money on the bar counter, had Joe call a cab, and she made her way to the exit. She was stopped by an arm that grabbed her elbow.

"Izzie.." the voice pleaded. She knew it was George. She turned to face him, not bothering to hide her pink cheeks that were stained by her tears.

"What?" she snapped, not wanting to talk to him.

He turned in the direction of his booth, checking to see Callie was out of sight. He turned back to Izzie, still holding her elbow. "I'm sorry"

"Go back to your wife" She mumbled, and tore her arm free of his grip. She walked out into the cold night, the rain fall covering the crying, and she stepped into the cab.

George watched as her car drove away. He sighed, not moving from his rooted position.

"George?" He turned. He saw Callie, beautiful Callie, in her silky green top. She had complained to George, not wanting to get out of her pajamas and go drink late at night, but he successfully got her to come. He looked back at her, his love for her mixed with his confusion of Izzie. But Callie couldn't read him. Because Callie didn't know him. Not like Izzie. His best friend Izzie.

You like it? You really like it?? Haha…let me know though. I'm not sure if I should continue, but if you want me to I'll consider it.

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