a/n: So it might be a bit out of character for George to ask for Alex's help but it was out of character for George and Izzie to sleep together in the first place I think.

George opened the door to the supply closet and looked out. He was hiding from Izzie, well more to the point avoiding her at all cost. He couldn't work with her, he couldn't see her, not when she so obviously thought she had feelings for him.

He knew it wasn't possible, not really possible that is. And he knew the feelings he kept thinking he might feel for her were just a symptom of the feelings she thought she felt for him. Izzie didn't really love him, not that way, she couldn't he was George and she was Izzie. It was just plain wrong, he's with Callie, he's married to Callie, he didn't really have feelings for Izzie and she didn't really have feeling for him. The idea was just plain crazy. Just like they both said when he told Izzie that Callie had suggested it.

Izzie's problem, or at least a far as George could see it was she needed someone. After losing Denny she desperately needed someone and that someone had always been him. But he was her friend, he didn't want to be more that that. He loved Callie, or at least that's what he kept telling himself. And Izzie was jealous she didn't want to shear him because he was all she had. She'd push everyone else away. And when it happened, when the drunken sex happened she interoperated it as more than it was. He was the first person she'd let in since Denny and by doing so he'd filled a massive void inside of her. But they just couldn't be, it wasn't right.

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"Alex!" George hissed from the opening of the door. "Come here I need to talk to you."

Alex looked over at George sticking his head out of the supply closet and beckoning him to come over. It was almost enough to make him laugh. He put his charts down and wondered over.

"Dude, seriously, in the supply closet?"

George grabbed Alex's arm and pulled him inside. He shut the door behind him and took a deep breath. He'd been debating in his head for a while about this. He still couldn't believe he was going to ask for Alex's help.

"Bambi, you do realize that the supply closet isn't usually used for talking." Alex said looking around at all the sheets and remembering all the times he'd been alone with someone in the supply closet.

"Shut up Alex." George knew what Alex was insinuating and he didn't like it. "I need your help."

"And we couldn't have had this conversation somewhere else?"

"No, look I need you to get Izzie drunk and sleep with her."

"What!?" Alex couldn't believe what George had just said.

"She thinks she's in love with me. I need her to get over it."

"What makes you think that?" George's first statement had been surprising but this was just plain nuts.

"The other week, when we got drunk together, we slept together. She thinks that it meant something, like it was meant to be."

"What?" Alex wasn't sure he'd heard right. "You and Izzie slept together?"

"Yes and now she thinks she's in love with me."

Alex almost busted out laughing this really was the craziest thing he'd heard in a long time.

"Geez O'Malley you really must think you're something in bed. You sleep with a girl once and you think she's in love with you."

"I don't think she's in love with me, she thinks she's in love with me."

"Whatever dude." Alex didn't see the distinction George was making. "You seriously want me to get Izzie drunk and sleep with her?"

"Yes. Will you?"

Alex paused to consider his options. Doing something like that to Izzie was a bit mean. He didn't even know if she'd go for it. She didn't want him, but George didn't have to know that, he didn't have to know what they did.

"Are you going to supply the booze?"

George reached into his wallet and pulled out $50. Alex took the money and walked out the closet laughing to himself. He was going to have a fun time telling Izzie about this conversation tonight.

"Was that a yes?" George yelled down the corridor after him.

But Alex didn't answer he just kept walking.