"Doesn't he have like, mcstuff to do or something?" I snapped when he came prancing through the door in his usual I'm-So-Full-Of-My-Self-Cause-I'm-Sexy manner. Christina looked at him nonchalantly before looking back at me with an eyebrow raised. "Someone's cranky" I glared before taking a bite of my apple and leaning against the wall with my eyebrows twisted in anger. Of course, he found us, all of us including his best pal the 'dirty mistress'.

"Morning everyone, and of course I find you all lounging around. Don't you have patients?" His gravely voice did not make my knees feel weak. Instead I glared. "For your information… we, uh, everyone's living ok, don't you have somewhere else to be?" He just lifted his eyebrows, gave his breathtaking grin turned on his heel and sauntered off. I think he actually added a little swish to his step. I glared harder.

George stood in front of me his face slightly flushed with a little tick above his left eye. "What are you doing, you just mouthed off Sloan!" I just rolled my eyes. Meredith pushed herself away from the wall. "Don't mind Izzie George, she's just cranky. Anyways, I've got to go see Mr. Caplan and tell him his livers jaundiced" Christina picked up a patients chart and glanced at me and George before shaking her head and walking off with Meredith.

"Really though Izzie, why don't you like him?" he was running his hands over his arms and I glanced at him and couldn't help but giggle a little on the inside. He is truly adorable sometimes. Wait, did I just think George was adorable? Time to start baking again. Bailey came storming around the corner in her usual huff and still I wasn't bothered. Sloan was still gnawing at the inside of my brain, him and his stupid mcsteamy-ness.

"Really people! Stevens, throw out the apple and get in the pit. O'Malley you're wanted in surgery with Doctor Shepherd" I watched George fumble over his own excited feet as he ran toward surgery. I took another lazy bite out of my apple before looking at Bailey. Her eyes were boring straight through my head and she looked like shes imagining what my funeral would look like. She lifted and eyebrow "Don't make me say it again" I choked a little on my apple before running off in what I hoped to be the direction of the pit. I could hear her muttering about "God damn interns" when I ran around the corner.

"I think I've sutured a million arms today. A guy came in after falling over a baby carriage when he tried to steal some chicks purse, seriously. I wanted to poor rubbing alcohol on it and walk away" I grumbled, I seem to be grumbling a lot lately. Since Denny, my moods have taken a turn for the worst. Denny. My Denny. I looked away from Meredith and Christina, it's not like they're listening anyways. They never are. Only George was sitting there with a goofy grin plastered on his face. "A baby carriage? Really? Wow" I smiled at him and his face flushed a little.

"Really, he's handed over the divorce papers and she's signed. Its finally official. I have Mcdreamy, I should be happy right?"

Of course you should be, but you can't be happy with anything now can you? Christina looked up from her patients chart and glanced around the table before answering her. I think sometimes even Christina thinks Meredith is addicted to depression, addicted to the drama, addicted to sex. "Well if he's leaving her then yah, you win Mcdreamy and you can both get over the do I love him? Do I love her stage"

Meredith gave a small glare at Christina before doing her tell tale sign that she was going to turn and ask what we thought. She sits up a little and repositions her body so that she encompasses the whole table, not just Christina in their own little world.

"What do you think Izzie?" I choked a little on my salad to keep myself from saying what I wanted to say. You have the love of a good man, someone you supposedly love and I have no one. I'm broken on the inside and you want me to care about something so insignificant as your inability to commit?

"Well he's here. Make the most of it while you have the chance" the silence at the table was profound, every one of them thinking about that time when my heart almost died along with him.

"Listen Izzie I'm sorry I-" I cut her off because I couldn't hear the same apology, the one she's made almost everyday when she doesn't realize in her own ignorance how self centered she's being. "Really it's ok, I'm fine I'm just saying yah you should be happy" I plastered a smile on my face and looked back at my salad then at George who was frowning at me. "really I'm fine George, it's ok" he didn't believe me but he'd drop it, he'll wait for me to open up to him. Christina took the cue and changed the subject.

"Well I'm off, I'm going to see if Burke needs any help in surgery today" she gave a little grin before rushing off. Meredith was quick to follow. " I better get to my patients before Bailey does" she rolled her eyes then left. I watched her go and felt the familiar rush of that seething anger. Sometimes I could hate her, sometimes I really do.

George was talking. "And then she threw her tray of food at me! So I got to leave to go change" I glanced at him and forced a laugh. Ah George he's everyone's favorite kicked puppy. He's my favorite kicked puppy.

And there goes another lunch.

I was coming down the stair case when I ran into him. This is everyone's favorite meeting place, why me, why lord must it be me. Sloan stopped two stairs below me, even there he seemed to be able to look right into my eyes without any trouble. "Ah miss Stevens, I've been thinking about you" I tried to side step him but he moved in my way. Seriously, what's wrong with this guy? "I was wondering, how did such a pretty thing become so bitter" He stood with his arm on the railing and took a step towards me, which I mirrored but backwards.

"Listen, like you pointed out earlier Doctor -you could almost choke on my sarcasm which of course gave me great pleasure- I have patients who need my attent-"

"Listen Izzie, I know you're heartbroken over Denny but it's time to get over it"

I sputtered at him. Get over it? Get over it?

I could feel my face flush, my fists clenched in fury and I almost punched him right there. Whos he lost, other then countless numbers of women to his own whoring tendencies? He wouldn't know love and loss and the pain that comes with it if it came up and smacked him in the face. Which I did. I pulled back and slapped Mark Sloan across his devilishly handsome face. He didn't even see it coming, his eyes widened and he took a step backwards still shocked. I looked at my hand then at him, the adrenaline was pulsing in my veins and here this man stood before me shocked and I smiled. It was the most amazing feeling ever, the first euphoric feeling I've had in ages.

The next thing I knew I was in his arms. His lips crushed against mine, my arms wrapped around his muscular torso. He was nibbling at my lips in almost angry desperation and I was crushing my body against his, grinding against him. I let out a sigh which he used to delve his tongue between my lips and explore. Dear God this man could kiss. It was passionate, it was hot molten fire burning in my veins.

I didn't know if he made me mad, or weak with passion. Maybe that's why he annoyed me so much. He pulled back sucking on my lips which only made me moan. Damn my lips would be bruised.

"You Izzie Stevens are a hell of a kisser"

"You're not so bad yourself Sloan" he cocked his eyebrow at me and rumbled out a chuckle. "Not bad? That's it?"

I smiled at him. "That's it"

"what do I have to do to turn that not bad into an oh my God you're the best thing that's ever happened to me"

"A lot more"

He smirked and I thanked God for having his arms around me because my knees went weak.

"We'll have to work on that"

And that's when my affair with Mark Sloan began.