An angsty George/Izzie fic. Short, I know. Hope you like it!


George was tossing and turning. His wife slept soundly beside him.

His wife. It still sounded foreign to him, even though they'd been married for over three months. Early on in the marriage he had come to terms with the fact that it always would feel strange.

It had always felt like something was missing, and two days ago, he had realized what they something was. Izzie.

Her burrowed his face so deeply into his pillow that he couldn't breathe. Just the thought of Izzie always made him scream.

Until that fateful night when they'd committed adultery (he winced at the word) she had just been his friend Izzie. And he was her friend George. That was the way it was.

He had never allowed himself to fantasize about being with her, because it had never been a real possibility. Meredith, he'd let himself love her, because she was broken, and back in his most naïve days he's thought he could fix her.

Izzie – well, Izzie was perfect. No, not perfect – nobody was perfect – but she seemed so okay. Okay without him.

But now she was breaking, he could see it, and it was all his fault.

She had held on when Alex had cheated on her, and she had numbly gotten through it when Denny had died. All these worthy men, she'd survived it all, and now it was him, George, that was breaking her.

He was shattering the closest thing to perfect.


So that's it. Please review!