Hey everyone! I know I haven't writting a story in a very long time, but I've missed fanfiction tons so I decided to come back and give it a shot. This story was originally my cousin Katrina's (SeriouslyMcGuilty- fanfiction [dot] net/u/1416652/SeriouslyMcGuilty ) story, but she has taken an infinite break from fanfiction, so she's decided to let me take it over. She only wrote a couple chapters of this story, and told me she wanted me to finish it. So here it is. I've changed a few things, but the basic story is still here. So please bare with me while I get back into the groove of writing :-) Please R&R, I'd love to know what you think!
Nessa
Oh, and this story takes place right after Derek first kissed Rose. I know that happened a long time ago, but yeah.
Chapter 1
"Doctor Stevens," Doctor Mark Sloan said, stepping aside to let the young resident get closer to the patient. "Do you want to try?" he asked.
Izzie smiled brightly as she looked up at Doctor Sloan. "Yes, I'd love to," she said, standing in the place he had been standing moments ago.
"Now, you need to be very careful. Skin grafts are extremely delicate procedures," he said, hoping she was ready for this. He had been observing her for the past couple weeks. He was failry confident in the young resident. He had never dreamed she would be th type to be interested in Plastics, but she had shown much potential in the field, alone with an apparent growing interest.
"Yes Sir," she said, taking a deep breath before beginning. "Dermatome," she said confidently, holding out her hand for the instrument.
"Now, carefully cut the epidermis and dermis along the dotted lines I've made," he said, leaning over, watching her closely.
Izzie did as she was told and when she had successfully cut the area of skin indicated away; she set the tool down and gently picked up the skin.
"Now place it, carefully, on her face," Mark said, instructing her precisely.
Izzie did exactly as the attending instructed, and placed the skin on the patient's cheek before stepping back.
Mark looked at her strangely for a moment before speaking. "Do you plan on attaching the graft to the patient, or where you planning on just leaving it the way it is?" he asked, wavering slightly in his decision to let her do the graft.
"I'm sorry Doctor Sloan, I figured you were going to attach it," she said, surprised he was going to let her do the entire graft.
"Well I was going to let you do it since you had been doing such a nice job, but I see I assumed you could handle it," he said, turning to the patient. Maybe he had over estimated her readiness for the task.
"I can," Izzie said, stepping back up, hoping he moment of hesitation hadn't destroyed his confidence in her.
"This takes skill and confidence," Sloan said, looking at Izzie.
"Then it should be no problem," she said, looking back at him, letting him know she could handle this.
Mark looked at her for a moment before stepping aside once again to let Izzie finish the job.
Izzie smiled to herself before finishing the procedure.
- - - - -
Izzie sat down at the table where Meredith, George, Cristina, and Alex were all eating lunch.
"What are you so happy about?" Alex asked, noticing the bright look on Izzie's face.
"I just rocked a surgery," she said, taking a bight of her turkey sandwich.
"Weren't you on Sloan's service today?" Meredith asked, surprised that Sloan had let Izzie do anything. He wasn't usually the type to let anyone else do anything in his OR.
"Yes I was," she said, with her mouth full, still beaming at her friends.
"Wait a minute, you rocked one of Sloan's surgeries?" Alex asked, surprise clearly written on his face.
"Sure did. I kicked ass," she said, still smiling.
"More like kissed ass," Cristina commented, never once having looked up at her.
Izzie's smile faded slightly. "Excuse me?"
"What'd you do, meet him in the on-call room?" she asked, jokingly, finally letting her eyes leave whatever she was reading.
Izzie laughed as she took another bight of her food. "I'm sorry, is that the sound of a loser who worked in the pit all day?" Izzie asked, smirking.
Cristina rolled her eyes before returning to reading.
"Well good job Iz," Meredith said, smiling.
Izzie smiled before looking at George. "George, it was amazing! He let me do the whole thing myself," she said, gloating.
"He probably wants to see whats underneath your scrubs," Alex said, laughing slightly. That had to be why he let her do it. Why else would Mark Sloan let Izzie do anything herself?
"What? You don't think that maybe, just maybe, he thinks I show a talent in his field?" she asked, clearly hurt by his accusations.
"Right, you and plastics? I don't think so," Alex said, laughing again.
Izzie rolled her eyes. "You know what Alex, you're just jealous that he lets me actually do surgeries and only uses you as his little secretary," she said, standing up. "Make sure you don't forget what kind of coffee he likes and where to pick up his dry cleaning next time you're on his service," she said, walking away angrily.
Meredith gave Alex a dirty look before standing up and going after Izzie.
"Iz," she said, catching up with Izzie.
"Why is he such an ass?" Izzie asked, pressing the button for the elevator. She didn't know what she ever saw in Alex Karev. Sure, he was sensitve and caring deep down somewhere, but he made sure to hide it with his snide remarks.
"I have no idea," Meredith said, sighing. "But you know he's just jealous, and he likes to push your buttons," she said, looking at Izzie.
"I know, but it gets a little old," Izzie said, stepping into the elevator.
"I know," Meredith said, following her.
The doors opened and Doctor Sloan stepped in. He looked at Izzie and smiled as he pressed the button for the 3rd floor.
"Great job today Stevens," he said, still smiling.
Izzie blushed slightly and looked away as she muttered "Thanks."
When the doors opened again, she hurried out of the elevator, with Meredith trailing not far behind her.
"Oh my God," Meredith said, looking at Izzie.
"What?" Izzie asked, trying to pretend she had no idea why Meredith was looking at her like that.
"Seriously?" Meredith said, standing in front of Izzie with her arms crossed over her chest.
"What?" Izzie asked, turning redder.
"You have the hots for McSteamy," she said, looking at her, surprised.
"No..no," she said, looking away. There was no way that she had a thing for the biggest man whore known to man.
"Ok really? Then why did you blush like a little school girl when he complimented you?" she asked, smiling with a all too knowing look.
"Meredith, I so did not blush," she said, as if Meredith were being completely absurd.
Meredith laughed lightly. "Right. And I was never a dirty mistress."
"Well I mean, sure he is kind of hot, but I don't have the hots for him," Izzie said, deliberately not looking at Meredith.
"And kind of a man whore," Meredith added.
Izzie looked at Meredith and sighed. "I know that," she said "It's not like I would ever consider doing anything with him," she lied. The thought had most certainly crossed her mind, one too many times.
"A huh," Meredith said, walking away.
"Meredith, I'm serious!" Izzie yelled after her. She stood there for a moment, considering going after her friend to make her believe her, but she decided against it. Meredith knew her all too well, and there was no way she could make her believe a lie.
- - - - -
Izzie was sitting at the bar after her shift at the hospital had ended, keeping Meredith, who was currently drowning in her sorrows, company.
"He kissed that scrub nurse," Meredith said, downing another shot.
"Mer," Izzie said, trying to comfort her friend. She had heard George tell Meredith about Derek kissing some nurse named Rose. Skank, Izzie thought.
"He told me it meant nothing, and that I was the only girl in his life," she said, setting the glass down. "And he claims I'm not ready or whatever," she said, asking Joe for another shot.
"Well, are you?" Izzie asked. She knew Meredith, and Meredith wasn't exactly one to commit.
Meredith turned and looked at Izzie. "I don't know," she said, drinking her 6th shot in 10 minutes. "But I told him that I hoped Rose or whatever made him happy," she said, flipping the glass upside down, and slamming it a little too hard down on the bar.
"Whoa," came a familiar voice.
Izzie turned to see Mark Sloan standing behind Meredith.
"Doctor Sloan," Izzie addressed him, trying her best not to blush like a little school girl, as Meredith had called her.
"Its Mark," he corrected her, as he smiled. "This seat taken?" he asked with his signature grin, motioning to the one on Izzie's other side.
"No," she said, feeling incredibly warm.
"What's wrong with her?" he asked, his expression changing as he looked at Meredith.
"McDrea- uh, Doctor Shepherd, kissed some scrub nurse," Izzie said, feeling extremely embarrassed that she almost called Derek 'McDreamy' in front of Mark.
Mark laughed slightly. "I see," he said, already having heard of what had happened between Derek and the nurse.
"Yeah, so now she's drinking away his memory," she said, watching Meredith down another.
"Meredith."
Izzie turned to see Derek standing on the other side of Meredith.
"You do not get to say my name," she said, looking down at the bar, feeling the effects of the tequilia.
"Meredith," he said again, stepping closer.
"Seriously, just leave her alone," Izzie said angrily, looking up at Derek.
He looked at Izzie for a moment with annoyance, before deciding to ignore her.
"Meredith, come on. It didn't mean anything," he said, resting a hand on her arm. He very much regretted what he did. He knew there was no good excuse for what he did. Even though Meredith may have problems with commitment, she deserved better.
"Okay, you know what?" Izzie said, standing up from her bar stool. "Just leave her alone, you've hurt her enough."
"Doctor Stevens, this is between Meredith and I," Derek said, looking at Izzie. He didn't need her to go all defensive. He understood where she was coming from, protecting her friend and all, but what he needed was to just talk to Meredith.
Izzie laughed slightly as she stepped toward him theateningly. "Okay, you may be my boss at the hospital, but right now you're the guy who damaged my friend. So if you don't back the hell off, I-"
"Izzie," Mark said, pulling Izzie's arm, afraid of how angry she was getting "Calm down, he just-"
"You know, there's too much arguing in bars, I think I'm just gonna go," Meredith said, slurring her words slight, before getting up and stumbling out the door.
Derek glanced at Izzie before following Meredith out.
Izzie went to go after them, but was held back by Mark.
She whirled around and looked at him angrily "Let go of me," she said, trying to pull her arm free.
"Let him go after her. Give him a chance," Mark said, siding with his friend.
"No. He keeps hurting her, and one person can only take so much before they eventually-"
Izzie's sentence was cut off by a few loud bangs, followed by a horrible, blood curdling, scream.