So I'm like really obsessed with GA and all of the McStizzie stories I've read have just made me even more obsessed, so I decided to give it a shot and write one myself.

Warning: I just have to say one thing, I live in Costa Rica and GA has not finished yet, we're about ten episodes behind (I think), in any case we're where George and Izzie just slept together and Callie's dad visits. This story however will take off where the season ended but won't have many details as I only know that Burke and Cristina didn't marry and that he left, and that Meredith and Derek are having problems (I don't know if they broke up, please don't tell me if they did, but here they're still together, having problems, yes, but together), and I have no idea who the new chief is so Webber stays (for now at least).

Having said that...Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, although I wish I did...so much McHotness...

Hope you guys like it!

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The Yoga Class

Chapter One: Ten, Bailey's long lost Relative and Blue Mats

"The things that somehow please you the most are the unexpected ones, the ones that can turn the dark and twisty into bright and shiny"

It had officially been ten days after the 'disaster wedding' and yes she had been counting because everyday seemed to bring a new surprise and as she yawned and stretched in a stranger's bed she smiled in content and got ready to leave, the mystery body long gone.

She entered what she assumed was the bathroom and, looking around, smiled slightly at the 'much needed manly-ness' (as Meredith had previously named her escapades and Cristina had, drunkly, nodded agreeing with the other) that exuded from said bathroom.

The hot water provided some form of comfort as she got rid of everything that tainted her skin with what had been going on yesterday night. Sure, she was in much need of the 'manly-ness' but afterwards she always liked a nice hot bath to leave her 'clean' and 'pure' (she liked using that word) for the remaining day.

She stepped out of the bathroom and wrapped her curvy figure in a near towel (she had suspected he had left there, as it seemed to be almost new) and pushed, the lingering water, out of her blonde locks. She looked around for her tote bag and smiled as she found her toothbrush inside.

Quickly she put on the clothes she had worn last night and as she passed by the kitchen she helped herself to some fruits that were outside of the fridge, neatly cut and in a white plate, and a vase, with strawberry yogurt, standing beside the plate made her smile even wider (She just had to tell Meredith about this, he was really nice even when he knew he was chosen quite randomly).

After finishing everything and putting it safely on the dishwasher Izzie Stevens left the stranger's house, her direction north and a couple of blocks away from Seattle Grace.

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He needed a hobby ("a distraction that doesn't involve sex" said Derek), something that would get his mind off a certain red-head that haunted his every move, even when in her words she was "about to leave".

He scoffed, not believing her for a second, until he saw all of her room packed, that is. After that, her green eyes looked at his blue ones, an apologetic look that he shook off as he offered her a smile.

It seemed as Addison Montgomery was really leaving Mark Sloan's life and not looking back, and he refused to go after her.

Seattle sucked.

Yes, he really hated it here, but L.A was never in his plans and he didn't wanted it to be, and besides, Derek Shepherd wasn't in the Hollywood-centered city, and he still needed to mend some wounds on their friendship.

So in result, Mark had actually moved out of the hotel and had officially completed ten days in his new apartment feeling like it was all beginning to grow on him. Not the city, no, he didn't think it was possible he would ever like Seattle, but he was getting used to the hospital and all the 'seriously's', sex in the on-call rooms and make out sessions on the elevator, it brought with it.

Besides, where else could he join a 'dirty mistresses' club, that only seemed to get bigger with each day that passed by. He snickered at that, Isobel Stevens really was one hell of a mystery to figure out, of course she didn't know he knew, and he preferred to keep it that way (at least for now).

He, now, came face to face with a large, intimidating, building that at such an early hour didn't seem that imposing to him. He remembered the first time he stepped foot in this place and Derek's annoying smirk was right there keeping him company.

"Good morning, Dr. Sloan"

Mark looked over at a petite brunette and smirked her way, her rolling eyes being her answer.

"Nice try Mark, now what will you be doing today?"

He shrugged and looked around; none of the machines seemed to be calling his name today.

"I don't know Pam, I don't have that much steam to blow today, I just want to...relax" his bored tone only made her nod and she looked around some of the classes they had that morning.

"Okay, why don't you go change and I'll get you when I know what your plan is for today"

He was about to give her a flirty reply but stopped as he saw her glare and backed off, his hands up in surrender as she only laughed.

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She smiled at the building in front of her and pushed the door open, a small key already circling her index finger.

"Hey Pam", the brunette looked up from a pair of papers and smiled at the blonde, "Hey Iz! Class starts in 15 so you should hurry"

Izzie nodded and quickly walked towards the women locker room, her hair already up in a long ponytail and her bangs clipped backwards.

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Mark walked out of the changing room and found Pam waiting outside.

"You should have come on in, I like surprises"

Pam, again, rolled her eyes and with a mischievous smile handed him his class of the day, "This is what you'll be doing today"

He arched an eyebrow and read the paper twice, feeling like his eyes were betraying him or he was part of a prank, "Yoga class?"

Pam nodded, "Blue or purple?"

He looked at her again, "Yoga Class?", he repeated.

The brunette gave an exasperated sigh, "You said you wanted to relax, and that will get you relaxed, now blue or purple?"

"I don't think you get it Pam, Yoga is for chicks, not me", he eyed the mats and she chuckled.

"Are you serious? Have you ever heard of Sting?"

He groaned, "I don't care if Sting has the libido of a stallion, I'm not doing Yoga"

Pamela chuckled again, "So you have heard of him", he was about get another word in when she cut him off, "Now, purple or blue?"

He looked at her for a second; a bit afraid at how much she now resembled Miranda Bailey, "Blue"

"Good", she handed him his blue mat and told him where the class was held, "You're not coming?"

He looked at her and she shook her head, "No, I have to get this other mat to someone else, you go ahead, and go in because I will know if you don't"

He smiled sheepishly and walked the direction he was sent, leave it to Derek to find him a Gym where Miranda's long lost relative was at.

Mark entered the class and unrolled the blue mat, walking to the back of the class where he could talk to the ladies and still be not so humiliated because (he was sure) he would suck at yoga.

"Welcome class", Mark looked around and saw a guy with dark skin and clear eyes walking to the platform that was placed in front of the class.

"Today-" the guy didn't get a chance to say anything more as a flash of blonde came into Mark's view.

"Sorry Chris, I'll get into place", the guy just smiled at the blonde and she smiled back, holding a purple mat in her hand; Mark frowned as he was sure he recognized that voice but not being able to see her face.

"No problem Izzie-"

Mark blocked the rest of the speech and felt a smirk forming in his lips, Isobel Stevens was in his yoga class; yes, she really was one hell of a mystery and he had always liked playing Sherlock.

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Well, that's chapter one, a bit short I know, but it's kind of and introduction, next chapter will be longer.

Please comment,

-Kath