Izzie couldn't believe this was happening. She closed her eyes and thought to herself that maybe it wasn't. Maybe this was all just a bad dream. She opened her eyes with a smile on her face. Her and George. There was no way that they would ever . . .she turned her head to the left to see George fast asleep and that smiled disappeared quickly as reality sank in. Nope. It was definitely real. She let out a groan and let herself fall backwards, expecting to have her head hit a pillow, but instead, it hit the headboard. She let out a curse under her breath and then she swung her legs over the side of the bed and carefully wrapped the sheet around her, making sure not to wake George. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and she froze, her eyes widening in panic. What was she going to do?! No one could find out about this.
"Izzie? Are you up yet?" Meredith's voice called out from the other side of the door.
"Crap." Izzie whispered to herself. She checked over her shoulder to make sure that George was still asleep but to her dismay he was starting to wake up, causing her to panic ever more. If Meredith found out, they were so screwed.
"Izzie? I'm coming in . . ."Meredith began.
"NO! I mean . . .uh . . .I'm up, I'm up. So you don't need to come in." Izzie blurted out, wincing inwardly at how stupid that sounded.
"Are you okay?" Meredith asked concern in her voice.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Nothing's wrong so you can just go back downstairs now." She said, pretending to be enthusiastic and then George let out a groan and Izzie shut her eyes. There was no way that Meredith hadn't heard that. Perfect.
"Izzie, was that . . .?" Meredith asked.
"No one. It was no one. I'm getting changed so I'd appreciate it if you didn't come in at the moment." Izzie called out.
"Or ever." She muttered under her breath. She then turned to face George and stared in dismay as his eyes were opened and he was staring at her in shock. She put a finger to her lips to keep him quite and he gave her a blank stare.
"Izzie? Why do I . . .? What happened . . .oh." George said, his eyes widening as events of the night before came rushing back.
"Oh no. Oh no no no!" He said, his voice rising in panic.
"Shh!" Izzie hissed, desperately hoping that Meredith had just gone downstairs but she knew that hadn't happened.
"Izzie, is that GEORGE in there with you?" Meredith asked sounding shocked and George's eyes grew wide.
"She can NOT find about this!" He whispered, his face turning white.
"Hide! Get under the bed." Izzie hissed. George nodded, still shocked at what had happened, and then climbed out of the bed. Ensuring that the blanket was wrapped around his waist, he lowered himself to the ground and slid underneath the bed just as the door swung open. Izzie turned to face Meredith and plastered a fake smile on her face.
"See? Everything's fine." She said. Meredith arched an eyebrow as she looked at what Izzie was wearing.
"Since when do you walk around in just a sheet?" Meredith asked calmly, folding her arms.
"You caught me in the middle of changing." Izzie lied, still maintaining a smile on her face.
"Well, you and George were really going at it last night." Meredith said, a small grin on her face.
"W-what?" Izzie stammered as a flush creeped up her neck.
"You know, drinking and laughing. In fact, I didn't see him leave. Do you know where he went?" Meredith asked. Izzie swallowed.
"Um . . .I think he went home. I don't really know what . . ." Izzie was interrupted by a loud noise from underneath the bed.
"Ow." A muttered voice coming from under the bed complained and Izzie placed a hand on her forehead and let out a frustrated sigh.
"You might as well come out now. Nice job." She said sarcastically to George, who had banged his head against the top of the bed as he had tried to get comfortable.
"Do you have something you want to tell me Izzie?" Meredith asked, a smile tugging at the edge of her lips.
"Okay, okay. But you cannot tell anyone. Not even Shepard. And promise not to freak out." Izzie begged and Meredith nodded.
"Okay and I promise. But I don't see what's so . . .GEORGE?!" Meredith yelled as George slowly pulled himself up from under the bed.
"Surprise." George said miserable as he walked around to where they were standing and plopped down on the bed, one hand clutching onto the blanket that was wrapped around his waist.
"Meredith! You were supposed to not freak out!" Izzie hissed as she walked over to the door and shut it behind her.
"I know but you and George?! Izzie, what happened?" Meredith asked, still shocked at seeing George pop up from under the bed as she took a seat next to George. Izzie followed her lead and plopped down next to Meredith on the bed.
"I don't know. One minute we were drinking, the next . . ." Izzie pointed to the bed miserably, saying all that needed to be said. A giggle escaped Meredith's lips and she immediately clamped a hand over her mouth as George and Izzie turned to face her.
"This isn't funny." They both said angrily.
"No, of course not. You're right, I'm sorry." She said, her voice muffled by her hand. There was another knock at the door and then it swung wide open before anyone could protest, revealing . . .