Summary:Virus. n. From the Latin word virūs, meaning "poison" or "venom". That's what he was to her. Something that infected everything he touched. Something to be avoided at all costs. But when circumstances thrust them together, will she begin to see him in a different light?
A/N: This is my first Grey's Anatomy fanfic. I do not, nor do I pretend to have an M.D. after my name, so my knowledge of medicine is limited, so I took some poetic license. Also, this story is not set in the current storyline of the show. It was just an idea tha got stuck in my head so I decided to get it out. Please Read and Review!
Disclaimer: I'm sure everyone's heard this a million times before, but I do not own Grey's Anatomy, or anything related to it.
Chapter 1: Bad Day
Dr. Isobel Stevens drummed her fingers on the counter at the nurses' station in annoyance. While her fellow interns were scattered around the hospital, actually saving lives, she was stuck doing paperwork. It had been weeks since Izzie was put on probation since returning to Seattle Grace after Denny's death, but she was still forbidden from interacting with patients in any way. She was in the process of filling out a patient's discharge form when she heard footsteps coming from down the hall. Looking up in curiosity, Izzie saw Dr. Miranda Bailey approaching.
Izzie opened her mouth to speak to Dr. Bailey, but before she could get a word out, the resident held up her hand, silencing the intern. "Dr. Stevens, don't even think about asking to get in on case."
Izzie once again started to open her mouth, wanting to protest, but Bailey silenced her again, only this time, all it took was a hard glare. Izzie immediately closed her mouth, giving Bailey a desperate look.
"The more you ask, Dr. Stevens, the more paperwork you're gonna do. It's your choice." Knowing that she meant business, Izzie wisely decided not to say anything, and went back to the paperwork in front of her.
"That's what I thought," Bailey said, as she grabbed a chart and continued on her way.
As soon as Izzie sensed enough time had gone by for Bailey to have gotten out of earshot, she let out a loud, exacerbated sigh.
"Bad day?" asked a voice from above Izzie's head. She looked up from behind the desk and immediately felt chills go down her spine. Standing there, with a smug grin that she wanted to knock right off his face, was the one person in the hospital Izzie couldn't stand, and she knew she wasn't alone in her sentiments. Standing in front of her was the man who, while only being at Seattle Grace a week or so, has managed to disrupt their entire little world. This man was no other than Dr. Mark Sloan, world-renowned plastic surgeon and asshole extraordinaire. He seemed to take pleasure in torturing people, a strange fetish for a doctor. He created ever more tension in the already dramatic Meredith-Derek-Addison love triangle. Lately, his latest thrill was turning Dr. Alex Karev into his own personal man-servant, while never letting him scrub-in on any of his surgeries. Yes, the man was all-around just plain evil, but Izzie really detested him because of what he did to her best friend, Dr. George O'Malley. George and Dr. Callie Torres were dating, but then Mark swept in and slept with Callie when he knew full well that she was with George. What's worse is that he then proceeded to tell George about it, claiming, "he didn't know." George was devastated. Dr. Sloan had desperately hurt her best friend, and to Izzie, that was unforgivable.
"Is there something you need, Dr. Sloan?" Izzie asked, not even bothering to try and not roll her eyes.
"Why do you automatically assume I want something? Can't a guy just say 'Hi' to a beautiful girl?" Sloan replied, trying to look innocent.
"No," Izzie said bluntly.
"No?!" Mark asked, raising his eyebrow and his smirk widening.
"No," Izzie reiterated. "Guys like you always want something," she said, leaning back in her chair, and folding her arms across her chest.
Mark held his hands up in surrender. "Alright. You win. I want Mrs. Rosenberg's chart."
"So ask a nurse," Izzie snapped, contempt radiating in her voice.
Mark stared at her for a minute. "What do think I'm doing?".
Izzie's jaw dropped to floor. "Oh, you did not just call me a nurse!" she exclaimed as she jumped up from her seat, totally offended, and mad her way around the counter so she was face to face with him.
"You're sitting at the nurses' station," Mark said coolly.
"And?!" Izzie asked, her voice beginning to raise slightly.
He leaned over the counter and grabbed to papers Izzie was filling out. "These are discharge summaries," he said, holding them in the air to show her as if she didn't know. "Only nurses fill out discharge summaries. Doctors are too good for that," he stated, his eyes scrunching up at her.
"Look, I am a doctor, okay?!" Izzie barked, shoving her I.D. tag in his face. "The only reason I'm doing this stuff is because I'm on probation and not allowed to see patients."
Mark took the tag from her hand, and studied it. "What did you do?" he asked, not looking up from the tag.
"I really don't think that's any your business, Dr. Sloan," she said with a sweet sarcastic tone of voice.
"Isobel Stevens," he said, finally looking up and flashing his infamous "McSteamy" grin. "I'll remember that," he said, his voice oozing with confidence as he held out her I.D.
Izzie glared at him, snatched her tag out of his hand, and stomped back behind the desk without another word to Mark.
"I'll see you around, Dr. Stevens," he said, his sarcasm matching Izzie's.
She rolled her eyes at him while he grabbed the chart he needed, and left.
"God, I hate that guy!" Izzie exclaimed to no one in particular.
"Dr. Sloan?" Nikki, a new nurse, asked coming up from behind Izzie. "How could anyone hate him?" she asked. "He's so sexy," she stated, practically drooling.
"That guy is not sexy. Not even close. In fact, he is the complete opposite of sexy. That guy is like so," Izzie paused looking for the right word. "...not sexy!" Izzie concluded, her voice rising with every statement.
Nikki's eyes grew wide listening to Izzie's outburst. "Oh, wow. I didn't mean to upset you I just thought-"
"That guy is like a virus!" Izzie exclaimed, continuing her rant. "Yeah, that's it! A virus! He waltzes in here, uninvited, and like, literally, just sucks the life out of everything! And whoever he comes near is just contaminated!" she said, all in one breath.
When she was finished, she dropped back in the chair and let out a breath. "Too bad there isn't a vaccine for people like him," she said more to herself than to Nikki.
Just then, Izzie's pager went off. All thoughts of Mark Sloan flew out of her head, thinking Bailey was finally going to give her a chance to redeem herself.