Disclaimer: Really? If I owned any of this, you'd be watching it not reading it. Anywho, I own nothing, Shonda and ABC own all.

Summary: McStizzie (or as I fondly refer to it as – McSizzlie) yumminess. There may be some MerDer, Bang, and Addisex, but only in the background if at all. Oh and this takes place kind of in conjunction with the current (albeit ended) season, with one exception. The Gizzie sex happened, but not all that nonsense after; in fact, I'm going to leave George's romances out of the story entirely because I just don't think he fits well with Callie or Izzie, despite the fact that I like both characters.

Chapter 1: Not That Kind of Girl

Mark Sloan was bored out of his mind and irritated. He hated Seattle. Really hated it. He picked up a copy of Seattle magazine and flipped through it. "There has to be something redeeming in the God-forsaken city," he sighed to himself. And then he turned to a Bethany Whisper ad. "And here it is. Dr. Bethany Whisper…well, well, well." He allowed his eyes to wander over the spread.

He stood up as he watched Bailey move across the floor at a speed that defied her small stature. "Dr. Bailey!" he called out.

She paused, "What is it, Dr. Sloan?"

"I want Stevens assigned to my service again tomorrow."

"Will do," she replied. I was going to anyway.

He smirked. He was going to have so much fun with this.

"Grey – Shepard, O'Malley with the other O'Malley, Karev – Montgomery, Yang – Burke, and Stevens…"

"Shit."

"Excuse me, Dr. Stevens?" Bailey eyed her incredulously.

"Nothing."

"That's what I thought, now…"

"It's just that I've been stuck with him for the past week and it's really not fair that everyone gets paired with…"

"I don't want to hear it, Stevens. I have done everything in my power, trust me on this, to convince all you interns to keep your hands to yourself but…"

"But I have! I am the only one who isn't screwing my boss and"

"Would you like to?" Sloane appeared behind her.

Izzie just rolled her eyes and continued "and yet everyday I am punished for it by being assigned to that!"

"Dr. Stevens, he's an attending, you can't…" Bailey ground out.

"Can't what? Can't talk to him like this? If you even knew what I had to put up with all day, what I had to listen to… if he can talk to me as he like that, then I sure as hell can talk to him like this."

"Whatever, I don't have time for this. Stevens you're with Sloan."

Sloan smirked at her. "Come on Stevens."

Izzie let out an audible groan, but relented and proceeded to follow him, albeit at a distance. He looked back over his shoulder at her.

"Hurry up! You won't get in on any of my surgeries at that pace."

"I won't get in on any of surgeries anyway," she mumbled.

"What was that Stevens?"

"It's Dr. Stevens and it doesn't matter."

"Alright then, Dr. Stevens, let's have a look at our patient."

"Rosalind Gabrielle, age 23, in for breast augmentation." Great. As if he needs another opportunity to make snarky comments. Seriously?!

"Miss Gabrielle," Sloan began.

"You can call me Lin," she smiled.

Izzie rolled her eyes. But Sloan smiled back and nodding responded, "Okay, Lin, you've already had two consultations, so you know the work up, but if you have any questions at all feel free to ask me or Dr. Stevens. The OR is being prepped for surgery at 7:30, so I'll be back in an hour to take you down."

"Great. That sounds great."

Sloan smiled and then proceeded from the room. Izzie paused a moment before turning to follow him.

"Is he good?" Lin asked.

"What?" Izzie couldn't believe her ears.

"I know there are all kinds of possible complications with breast implants, so I just wanted to know… I just was wondering…"

Relief washed over Izzie. Get your mind out of the gutter. "Oh! He's the best. You wouldn't be able to find a better plastic surgeon," she answered honestly. Izzie smiled reassuringly and then exited the room only to find Sloan staring her down.

"What?"

"Stevens…"

"Dr." She interrupted him.

"I am a busy man. You can't take your sweet time with every patient. I have a schedule to keep."

"Sorry," she replied with more than a touch of sarcasm.

"I'm serious. I know you have difficulty separating work from pleasure, but…"

"What?"

"But if you could try…"

"No, what did you mean that I 'have difficulty separating work from pleasure'?"

"Seriously, babe, it's not like the Duquette incident is a secret around here."

Babe? He did not just call me Babe. Izzie was sure steam was billowing out of her ears. But her anger was mixed with sadness. Denny. To her chagrin, she could feel her eyes welling with tears. She was losing control, so she did the only thing she could think of - she ran. He followed close behind, but she chose not to notice.

She closed herself into the nearest on-call room and leaned against the door, sinking to the floor. A soft knock came, but she ignored it. It came again, only this time more forceful. The next thing she knew the door was swinging open and she was sent sliding across the floor.

Sloan's eyebrows shot up as he watched her go flying.

"What the hell was that for?" She growled as she got up.

He lightly chuckled to himself, "Sorry, I didn't mean to turn you into a human projectile." Then he turned serious. "But you have to pull yourself together. You don't get to choose when to be professional. Here, at the hospital, you have to be professional one-hundred percent of the time."

She approached him now, her shoulders visibly shaking. "You don't get to lecture me on being professional. You've slept with the half the staff at Seattle Grace since you got here and I have to put with what can only be termed sexual harassment on a daily basis."

She was now up in his face. She poked him hard in the chest and hissed, "And you don't get to talk about Denny to me. Ever. Do you understand that?"

He studied her for a second. Then his brows furrowed. "You do remember that I am your attending, right?"

She backed up a step and then said "Pfff, you don't scare me."

"I own you. I can make or break or career. Your future depends entirely on me."

His ego astounded her. "And again I say, I am not afraid of you. And besides whatever your sway, you don't own me." She dismissed him with a wave of her hand.

She opened the door and walked out, with him tightly at her heels.

"Next patient, then?" he questioned. She gave a curt nod, which he could only discern from the quick movement of her ponytail.

"You wanna scrub in?"

"Seriously?"

"No, Stevens, I was kidding." Sarcasm dripped from his tongue. "Yes, I'm serious. I don't joke around at the hospital."

"Nope, you only fool around," Izzie replied under her breath. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye and for a second she thought he'd heard her, but then he looked away.

She remained silent after that, too preoccupied with the mouth-watering sensation of assisting in her first plastic surgery. As the surgery began though, she immediately started to regret scrubbing in.

"Stevens, hold the breast firmly." She was thankful to be wearing a surgical mask if only because it hid her blushing face. As the procedure began to drag, her hands were beginning to feel numb.

"Can you handle it, Stevens?" Sloane wiggled his eyebrows at her.

She shot him a glare and roared, "I've got it, thanks."

As he finished, he called her over, "You want to stitch this up?"

She looked over at him and nodded hesitantly. He handed her the instrument and then moved to stand directly behind her, watching as she readied herself.

He leaned over her shoulder, and with his lips so close that they were almost touching her ear, whispered, "Now you're going to want to use the finest stitch possible, this is sensitive skin, you know."

His warm breath on the back of her neck sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn't even register a witty comeback to put him in his place. Damn McSteamy being all… steamy.

After she closed up, she hurried out of the OR to scrub out. Sloan appeared at the sink beside her.

"So what'd you think?"

"About?"

"The surgery, Stevens! Any interest in the field of plastics now that you've had a real taste?"

She did not even pause a brief moment before answering his question. "None at all. I want to save lives. Plastics has nothing to do with fixing people. At least not in a meaningful way. It's all about vanity. I don't want my career to be breast augmentations and liposuction."

"I guess I overestimated your discriminating eye."

"How so?"

"You're right. I don't save lives in the same sense that Derek or Burke do. And I can see why you'd have difficulty understanding this, because you're built like a model." She flinched at the word. He gave her a quick once over before saying, "And you have a nice rack." She scowled at his unnecessary addition and was prepared to attack, but he continued on without sparing her a moment to rebut. "But I save lives too. Sometimes fixing what's on the outside fixes what's on the inside."

"I so don't believe you."

"What?"

"You don't get to act like a jackass all day and then pretend to be deep and hurting."

"Who said anything about…"

"Don't. Don't even go there. I don't disagree. I get what you mean about fixing people inside. I do. But we both know that's not why you're in this field. You don't get to play that part."

"Listen, Stevens, I've put up with enough of your crap…"

"My crap?"

"Stop interrupting…"

"But…"

"Just shush, it's my turn, you can talk when it's your turn, like we're in the first grade."

Turns? Talking in turns. Where the hell have I heard that before? Oh…

He waited for her to bite back, but when she remained silent, he smiled. "Good intern."

"I am not your pet. You don't get to command or compliment me!"

"Relax, Stevens. And don't worry you won't be getting any compliments from me," he smirked.

"That's not what I meant."

He shrugged. "I know. You don't have to believe me. But you also don't get to assume. You don't know me, okay? You don't know why I am the way I am. You may think you do, and you may even be right. But you don't know."

She looked at the ground and nodded imperceptibly. "Sorry," she apologized. Her sincerity surprised him. "I don't mean to… to assume, but you do it to. You don't know me either."

He looked at her, appraising her. "What? Are you deep and hurting?" He laughed, throwing her own words back in her face.

But when her response was just to look him up at him with her dark eyes desperately swirling, he immediately regretted making light of the situation.

Her shift was finally over. Thank God. After their little encounter following surgery, his eyes never left her. He watched her incessantly. And to her immense frustration, it threw her off. She couldn't concentrate under his gaze.

I am going to find Bailey and just tell her I refuse to work with Sloan. She'll understand. For sure, she'll…

"Dr. Bailey!" Izzie ran up to Bailey, who was studying a patient's chart with another doctor. Izzie was startled when Bailey turned around revealing that the doctor she was conversing with was Sloan.

Izzie tugged her over to the side slightly. "Look I know I just got off probation and that I am in no position to be making demands…"

"I would be happy to put you in a position were all your demands would be met," Sloan quipped.

"Nasty, all of you are nasty." Bailey frowned, overtly disgusted with the scene before her.

"Dr. Bailey! I was wondering if I could be assigned to a different service tomorrow. I can't work with him. I just can't. Besides I have no intention of going into plastics."

"What? Is plastics below you, Stevens?" Sloan questioned.

"What is it with you and your need to dirty everything up?" Bailey asked in return.

"That wasn't dirty!" He defended.

"Oh," she said, eying him suspiciously, "But Stevens, it doesn't even matter. Everyone has to fulfill each rotation despite any intention to specialize in another field. Besides, Sloan requested you." With that Bailey walked away.

"You requested me?" It was more of a statement than a question.

"Yes I did."

There was a pause. "Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Well, why?"

"I wanted something pretty to look at."

"Seriously?!"

He just looked at her smugly.

"I am a doctor! It's not my job to entertain you visually." When he opened his mouth to respond, she added, "Or any other 'ly' for that matter."

He just continued to smirk, which was starting to unnerve her.

"It must have been at one time." His grin widened as he shoved the Seattle magazine he'd discovered earlier into her hands.

She instantly grabbed him by lapels of his lab coat and pushed him into the wall. "Look I know you haven't been with us that long so you missed the first go-round, but I don't have time for your chauvinistic bullshit."

He was more than a little miffed by her actions. "Hey, now…"

"Yes, that is me in my underwear." Her cheeks were bright red with embarrassment now but her eyes were flashing black.

His smirk never faltered, but he removed her fists from his shirt with strength she was unable to resist.

"I don't have the patience anymore for 'Dr. Model' comments. If you want to look at me in my underwear I can't stop you." She saw the look he was giving her and quickly added, "in the ad."

During her tirade he spun her around so that she was against the wall. His two arms were on either side of her head, effectively trapping her. When she realized her position, she held her breath.

"Dr. Model, huh? I was thinking more along the lines of Dr. Whisper," his voice dropped down to a low, husky whisper. "How about modeling these for me?" He pulled out a very skimpy black lace bra and panty set from his pocket. She flushed in humiliation and anger. She attempted to wriggle free, which only resulted in him pushing his body against hers.

His eyes bored into hers and left only to steal a quick glance at her full lips.

"It's just your size." He enunciated every word as he leaned closer and closer. She couldn't help but look at his lips, inches from her own. She suddenly wanted his mouth on hers. This inconvenient thought caused her brain to jolt out of its dreamy state and reset her struggle against his advance. She successfully slid out from between the wall and his body.

"Don't you ever…" She began, but didn't know how to finish.

After a few seconds, Sloan said, "I can't obey you if you don't command me." He smirked sexily.

"You would never do what I told you anyway." She tried to talk her way out of the predicament.

"How do you know that? I can't give you what you want unless you tell me what that is. So… don't what? He leaned against the wall next to her.

"Don't…" Still, she didn't know what to say. She could think of a million things she wanted him to do to her, but she was trying to convince herself that those were the very things she should demand he NOT do.

"Don't seduce you?" Her eyes flashed to his.

"You could never seduce me."

He laughed heartily. "Yes I can and I think I will."

She was disgusted. "I don't do one-night stands."

"That's not what I heard. The gossip around Seattle Grace is worse than the pathogens, they leave no corner uninfected. Recent rumors report that you spread your legs for O'Malley, that puppy intern, who also happens to be married." He knows. The hospital knows. It is only a matter of time before Callie knows. "Welcome to the Dirty Mistresses Club."

She was sick. She could feel the vomit in her throat. "I was drunk. We were drunk. It was one time, it was…" I betrayed Denny. And I slept with a married man, I slept with my best friend. The vomit was climbing higher in her throat. She turned and ran into the nearest bathroom.

Sloan stood outside the door as she emptied the contents of her stomach, the toxins of her conscience.

When she came out of the bathroom, she looked him directly in they eyes. "I don't do one-night stands."

"I bet you'll be under me by the end of the week."

Her pale face regarded him. "I am not that kind of girl."

Her shift had long been over and exhaustion was starting to set in. She stumbled towards the exit. He made no attempt to follow her. Instead, he watched her go and thought to himself, "Well, maybe I'm not that kind of guy anymore."