Okay, I love to write Izzie stories and there is a good opportunity coming up: Ausiello spoilers say, that Mark cheats on Lexie with Addison and when Izzie comes back she will probably be hated by everyone (Not me!) for being away for so long.
So they might run into each other in the time of rejection by the ones they love (…and they have something else in common…), but this is only a friendship fic, so no romances anywhere... for now (I haven't decided yet)! But there are metioned some of course.
Okay, enough said, I don't want to spoil you more!
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Everybody has a reason or two
Izzie sat outside of the hospital on one of the benches with an earplug in one ear, the other one was in the ear of a teenager who sat next to her. Nobody of her friends wanted to talk to her, she had tried, but she wasn't surprised at all about that. She had left without telling anybody were she went. When she came back with her mentor she was a bitch to everyone, she knew that now, but it was too late. She had already hurt them. Why had she acted that way? She had a special kind of nervous breakdown, she didn't let any feelings come near her and at that point, she wasn't ready yet to face everyone, so she ignored their questions and left as she had come, without a word. A few minutes before, she had heard two nurses gossip about Alex sleeping with that bitch Reed and Izzie wasn't even that surprised, she should have seen that coming. Over all that month (or up until she had visited), he had left her a total of 237 messaged and she had saved every single one of them. She had been angry with him for saying something to the chief, but now she knew, that she was only afraid. She had lost so much and had to go through so much, that she WANTED to push Alex away from herself, so it wouldn't hurt too much, when he left or died or became ill or whatever. It was self protection, the same applied to Meredith and Christina. Well, that backfired…
"Listen now, that is my favorite song, my boyfriend sang it to me once."
"I have a hart time processing, that you have a boyfriend."
"I have a hard time processing that myself, I can't believe he felt the same way when I asked him out."
"Times certainly have changed, when I was your age, the boys asked the girls out, not the other way around. You're thirteen!"
"Almost fourteen!!!"
"Yeah, almost fourteen, I'm the one who happens to know that, because I was there, but you know I have to call your Mum and Dad soon, I can't not call them. They will be worried."
"No they won't. They think I'm with a friend here in Seattle, they won't start asking questions until three days from now. I already told you that a thousand times and it hasn't changed in the last two and a half weeks."
"Sorry, I just don't want to get all the hassle when they find out you stayed with me all this time."
"They won't Izzie, I promise." She smiled at her and Izzie couldn't help herself, she just smiled back.
"You're right Hannah, I'm sorry! I'm so happy you found me. You brought me back from the dead. Literally."
"Yeah, you looked pretty bad when I came to see you. Same with the trailer. Mum told me you were a doctor when I was in there…" she moved her head in the direction of the hospital "… but I never imagined you to live like that, but you know that already."
"Yeah, I know." Izzie smiled now and took Hannah's hand in hers.
"I have never imagined our first meeting to be like that, I wanted it to be something special."
"It still was, don't worry… oh that song is very good too!"
"Oh I love it too, I used to listen to it while I learned for my intern exam! I haven't heard it since then though!" Izzie thought back to the time, when Christina, Mer, Alex and herself were studying in Burke's apartment, the whole night through, listening to one or two CD's over and over again. That made her think of her career and what the future would hold for her.
"You are worrying about the applications again, aren't you?"
"Yes, I can't stop thinking about them, isn't it the same for you when you are about to get the results of a test or something?"
"No, since I had to retake a year because of the cancer, everything has been so easy in school, it doesn't really challenge me anymore like it used to."
"I'm sorry."
"No it's fine. I have you now instead." Hannah said and looked at her birth mother, smiling again. "I would go through cancer again if it meant I could stay with you."
"Don't you ever say that again Hannah Kline! …but thanks, I love having you with me, too." Izzie said and Hannah smiled.
"I don't really mean it of course."
"Good."
They both went silent for a minute and looked at the hospital again.
"We both nearly died of cancer recently, but now we are together Izzie, god wanted us to live. God will want us to fight to get our lives back on track and I would never disregard his wishes, promise."
"Thanks Hannah. You are the smartest girl I know."
"It's genetic." Hannah said and grinned a very toothy smile.
"Good to know. At least I did something right… The only thing that would make me truly happy again besides being with you… is working here again, with my friends. I miss the clinic and I miss them. I even miss my boss Bailey! I disappointed her with that mistake I made and she is the only ones of all the people I care about, who hasn't called once. I once thought she cared about me. For all this years, she was like a substitute for my mother."
"Does she know?"
"I always thought she knew that. She is the only one, besides George, who knows about you and George isn't telling anyone anytime soon…" Hannah giggled and Izzie joined in, they couldn't really get a hold on themselves. They laughed and hugged and laughed. They just couldn't stop.
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To be continued…
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Next one is coming right behind this one!!!
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