Title: Situation
Chapter: Got to Give it Up (2/4)

She never, in a million years, could have imagined doing this. Setting up some poor unsuspecting woman with the inconsiderate, jerk of a man that is Mark Sloan. Well, a jerk and inconsiderate man when it suited him (which appeared to be always). Yet here she was. She had thought of a million plans, a million ways to get him to a bar and in bed with a woman.

Soon she realized, however, that the best way to get this thing underway was by being straight with him. All whilst omitting the Alex and Addison thing of course.

She retorted back at his remarks the entire day, and rolled her eyes at all his one-liners, at his signature McSteamy grin. Because seriously, it was as played out as McDreamy's signature smiled. The two should already trademark the things already.

So she waited until the end of her shift, when she was to report back to Bailey. She waited to be left alone with him, and as soon as he cocked an eyebrow when she didn't leave after telling her to scram, she knew she was doomed.

"There something else Stevens?" he said, irritated at the blond who always appeared to have that smile and fiddling with the hands thing going on.

"No, well yes actually," she stuttered.

He turned to her and he crossed his arms.

"You going to admit to that crush of yours that you have on me?" he smirked.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "In your dreams Sloan."

He looked her up and down, "Yes, in my dreams..."

"There's a rumor going around," she stopped him, wanting to get this over with immediately.

He looked at her curiously. "There's a lot of rumors going around."

"Yeah, well this one involves you. And Dr. Montgomery. And I was wondering if it was true, but now that I think about it, it's ridiculous." She shrugged, hoping to arouse his curiosity.

"What's ridiculous?" he asked.

"That you, Dr. Mark Sloan of all people, could go 60 days without sex."

He studied her face, wondering how in the hell she could find out. He raised an eyebrow and said. "Again, what's so ridiculous?" he said casually.

She burst out. He was not serious. Did he expect to be taken seriously?

"You know Stevens, I do not find this subject matter funny, so unless you came to pour out your true desires to sleep with me, and now be disappointed in finding this out..." he said as he began walking to the door.

She ceased her laughter to bark at him. "I'm not done Sloan!" That seemed to stop him. He turned around to roll his eyes at her.

"What is it Stevens?!"

"Is it true? 60 days, no sex, and Addison takes you back?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but yes."

"Prove it," she said as she smirked.

"What, do you intend to flirt with me to seduce me?" he chuckled. "Not that I would mind."

She sighed. "No." She said it dryly.

He just cocked his eyebrow as he studied her demeanor. This girl was up to something.

"Go to Joe's bar, where there are tons of hot, drunk, desperate woman, where you are bound to prove that you Mark Sloan, are incapable of going even a week without sex." She crossed her arms and put on a serious face.

"What is your game Stevens?" he cocked an eyebrow and waited for her response.

"No game. I'm just bored," she shrugged and then broke into a smile.

"This isn't a bet of sorts that you have with the other interns?"

"If that was the case Cristina would have beaten me to the punch already. And Callie is too busy eating away at George's social life to have the chance to bet with me."

"You sure you don't just want to get me drunk and take me home with you?" he flashed her his smile.

She rolled her eyes. "I have no life, which means a lot of spare time, therefore I am bored It'll be fun to see you give in to the first bimbo, and believe me Sloan, I am no bimbo."

"Fine Stevens. You can take me out, because without sex, I frankly am bored as well. And it will be fun to see your surprised face when I brush off all those women's attempts," he winked and walked off to change.

Izzie buried her face in her hands and muffled a scream. This was hell. She couldn't believe she was in this predicament. She couldn't believe she was going to a bar with the original man-whore. Subconsciously though, she was laughing at the mere idea of Sloan attempting to contain his hormones. She somehow knew she was going to enjoy this night. Although she would never admit it.

She laughed as the "poor" woman walked away, dejected and pissed.

"Oh my God! She has got to be the worst thus far!" She slammed her hands on the table as Mark hid his laughter behind his fist.

"Yeah, and I thought no one could hold a fire to the second one," he shook his head in disbelief.

She nodded, agreeing with him. Her hair fell to her face, which was bright red from laughing so hard. She swept her hair back and ceased her laughter for a second. For a second they both contained themselves, but when they looked at each other, they broke into fits of laughter again.

"She–" Izzie wiped at her eyes,"...with the rhyming lines...and the 'oh, it's destiny!'...It hurts!" She roared, holding her stomach.

He nodded his head and stared at Izzie. She must have looked crazy to everyone in the bar. He helped her out when she couldn't finish speaking. "Then this last one practically jumps at me!," he laughed," and swears her husband won't mind, because he's into threesomes with hot guys!"

Izzie doubled over in laughter. "Someone should tell her that doesn't scream straight!"

"Well, some people live through denial!" It got quiet abruptly. It wasn't all too appropriate, seeing as how the two were the last people on earth to preach about accepting the cold, hard facts.

Mark grabbed his mug and finished it off as Izzie propped her shoulders up and stared off into the space in front of her.

"Sorry," he muttered.

She just shrugged and turned back to him and began to giggle.

"What?" he said, pretending to be cool. He broke in a matter of seconds however, as she stared him dead-on. He laughed briefly and met her eyes.

"Tired yet Isobel?" She hit his arm.

"It's Dr. Stevens to you mister!"

"Oh come on Stevens, it's been a week! Can't we move past the formalities?" he put on a puppy face as he traced lines on her hand.

She pulled her hand back and threw him a punch on his shoulder this time.

"That hurt Stevens!"

"Oh right, like McSteamy bruises that easily," she said as she took another swallow of her drink.

"Ah, so you still think of me as McSteamy?" he said as he relaxed in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head.

She looked at him sternly and returned to her drink. She then took a look at her watch.

"It's getting late Mark. I'm going to head home." She grabbed her jacket and stood up. She turned to him and shook a finger at him. "Now get up and get your ass in a taxi. I'm not going to risk letting you stay just so you can hook up with a girl as soon as I leave."

"You're starting to act like a possessive girlfriend, Isobel, besides, I thought the point was me leaving with a girl," he smirked.

"Ha, ha," she rolled her eyes," now, come on--I can't risk you taking off with someone and lying to me about it."

They exited the bar and called a taxi. She let him go on it, to not risk his staying. She then caught another taxi and left the place herself.

"It's been two weeks Stevens, and Mark is still keeping up his end of the deal. Another entire week of him calling me 'sweetie' and suggesting different positions to celebrate the end of our 60 day pact. Together!" Addison screamed exasperated.

Izzie groaned. "I know, and I'd apologize, but I can't very well force him into bed with some bed. That's like...rape..." she muttered at the end.

"Just get him drunk," Addison ran a hand through her hair and engaged Izzie in a staring contest.

"The man knows how to hold his liquor," Izzie retorted.

Addison cracked her head. "Then we need another plan of action."

"I've thrown every woman his way. If there's another way of going about this, you tell me. Because I've tried everything my brain could rack up." They remained silent, each trying to kill the other with their stares.

"Woah, what is this. Battle of the hotties?" Mark came up behind Izzie, having seen the two locked in a deadly stare.

Addison cursed and walked to behind the nurses station, to avoid his comments and references.

Izzie sighed and turned around. She handed him his coffee and took the charts from his hands.

"Is the patient doing any better?" Izzie asked as she rested the charts on the counter to read them.

He leaned over her shoulder. "Still an emotional wreck. Of all the things I've..."

She sighed and turned to him. "Not everything is about you. It wasn't your fault. Now tell me what the hell we're going to do."

He smirked. "Right...well, first off, I'm going to guess that rhyming lines and poetry aren't very effective in corrective surgery, huh?"

She nodded her head in disbelief before laughing. He smiled as she saw her laugh. She swatted his arm and began walking away. He let her go on a few moments without trailing. When she screamed," Hurry your ass up Sloan!" he laughed and finally followed her.

Addison soon found herself smiling very broadly then jumped slightly when someone tapped her shoulder.

She regained her composure when she saw it was Callie.

"Woah Addison. Chill, it's just me."

"Yeah, I was just thinking...did you see that?" Addison asked her.

"You mean Sloan and Stevens interacting like two ten year olds who secretly like each other?" she shrugged," I don't know."

Addison studied her face. "What would you say if we got them into bed together?" Addison cocked an eyebrow.

"No," Alex said sternly as he came to stand next to Callie.

Addison rolled her eyes. "Alex, if you had seen..."

"Sloan would only end up hurting her."

"So you rather he go the 60 days so that you and I wouldn't..." she cleared her throat," So that I have to actually be in a relationship with the man-whore of all man-whores."

"I don't want her going through the same thing you went through," his eyes expressed concern, and her hate for them not being alone grew. She always found herself wanting him, especially when he put aside his cocky attitude for others.

"You two really suck at this," Callie said as Alex and Addison locked gazes.

"Suck at what?" she asked, her gaze never leaving his.

"You and I," Callie mimicked Addison sickly,"Ugh, I don't know how Sloan can be so oblivious."

The two stared at her coldly, before Alex began to walk away.

"Do not get Izzie in his pants," he said before completely turning. The two women looked at each other knowingly however.

"She is vulnerable," Callie commented.

"She does like him," Addison replied.

"We don't know that for sure."

"She hasn't complained for five days. She's only snapped at me for getting into this 'triangle', but beside's that, she has voluntarily taken him to the bar and hung out with him."

"What's your plan of action then?"

Addison smirked. "For some reason I'm thinking jealousy is the best plan of action here."

"Jealousy?" Callie asked confused.

"Jealousy."

"This is getting tiring Stevens," Mark said as he leaned back in his chair at the table at which they were sitting.

Izzie offered him a tight smile before turning around to scan the room. She genuinely wanted to help Alex out, but she had never intended for this to happen. The first time they had gone to the bar, it was tense and awkward. By the second time though, they were already laughing and poking fun at one another, like old friends. But old friends wouldn't do this.

As she contemplated how wrong it felt to push a woman towards him, she saw one strutting towards him. She sighed, took a seat at the bar, and took a drink of whiskey.

"Hey there," the woman said seductively.

"Hey," Mark smirked. He looked at her up and down and cocked an eyebrow to Izzie.

"I'm sorry," the young woman said, not sounding apologetic," is that your girlfriend?"

Mark smiled briefly and answered,"No, I'm actually very much single."

"Oh...," the girl traced her fingers across his hands," so you wouldn't mind giving me a ride home?" she smirked.

Izzie offered him another smile and turned around, knowing this girl was nothing extraordinary, so she wouldn't offer up a good laugh. As she took yet another drink a young man sat himself next to her.

He cleared his throat and Izzie glanced over.

"Hey," he said. He was tall, built, brunette, with the lightest shade of brown eyes. Izzie only smiled tightly and turned back to her drink.

"Aw, that's all you're gonna give me. Now tell me, what's your name sweet cheeks?"

She almost choked on her drink. She swallowed it and began laughing. She finally rolled her eyes and turned around, to look at Mark and the girl with whom he was being unusually flirtatious with.

"Well then, I guess I'll introduce myself. I'm James," he extended his hand. She glanced at the hand and then at the annoying guy.

"Seriously? You think that's gonna cut it?" she scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"No," he whispered in her ear, which caused her to shiver in disgust," but I know a few good places where I could make the cut for you."

She stood up abruptly and seated herself in front of Joe, hoping the kind bartender would drive the pervert away.

Izzie caught Mark's gaze for a second. Confused as to why she was moving, he surveyed the scene. It seemed like a guy wouldn't let her off, but he ignored it when he saw she began talking to Joe. He was sure she could handle it herself, although the guy would look pretty good with a couple of bruises...

"Oh God, here he comes again," she whispered to Joe.

"Don't worry sweetie," Joe said.

"So, how about we..."

"She clearly said no, so why don't you leave her alone?" Joe said rather firmly.

The guy chuckled. "Well, she didn't say no per say..."

"No, no, no!!" Izzie suddenly grew loud. "N-O! As in seriously leave me alone! Seriously!"

Mark finally pulled his complete attention away from the girl in front of him.

"Hey..." the guy placed his hand on Izzie's arm. At that Mark stood up and marched over to him.

Because on second hand, the guy would look better with a black eye.

Izzie saw the furious look on Mark's face and her eyes widened. This wasn't going to end well.

"Mark!" she warned him. But he didn't listen. He simply threw a punch. A pretty strong one at that–it caused the young man to fall back and stumble onto the chair behind him. He yelped and didn't attempt to fight back.

Izzie was angry, but she lay it aside to pull Mark out of the bar. She had to prevent this from becoming a full-blown fight. And maybe she should have surveyed the damage, being that she was a doctor, but frankly the guy deserved to be in pain. She'd let Joe take care of it.

Once outside Mark began to pace. They remained silent, until he began to head back inside. Izzie grabbed his arm to stop him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing Mark?!"

He stopped and crossed his arms. "There's a beautiful woman in there waiting for a ride home, so if you wouldn't mind."

Izzie furrowed her eyebrows. "What?!"

"I said..." he began, to tick her off further.

"No, I heard you, but what about your pact?"

"I said this is getting tiring."

"Fine," Izzie sighed," but why did you go off on that guy?"

"He wouldn't leave you alone," he shrugged," and being the gentleman that I am, I figured I'd lend a hand to the damsel in distress." He smirked.

She rolled her eyes. "I know how to take care of myself."

"Right..."

"Listen Sloan–" before she could continue his rant, his lips had captured hers.

And who was she to object?

He mangled his hands into her hear, and leaned in further to her frame. Finding herself lost in his kiss, all she could do was place her hands on his chest. Their kiss slowed and he pulled back. He stepped a few inches from her and furrowed his eyebrows.

He stuck his hands in his pockets and squinted, wondering what the hell she was thinking.

Her face screamed confusion, and she didn't know what to do with her hands. She brushed her hair, then brought them to her side. She tried forming words, but she was literally speechless. She finally looked up to his face to find him grinning. Her eyes glinted and she stepped up carefully to him. They stared at each other for a few seconds.

Until she grabbed his face with her hands and kissed him hard. Mark opened his mouth to hers, allowing her full access. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he his around her waist. He snuck a hand up her shirt to feel her skin.

She moaned and bit his lip. He groaned and ground his hips against hers.

Izzie pulled her lips from hers to speak, but found it difficult as he started playing his lips on her neck.

"Mark..." she managed to get out.

"What..." he grumbled, his words forming on her tender skin.

"Home..." she let out. He snapped his head up and caught Izzie's eyes.

He smiled. "Yeah?"

She simply nodded as she glanced back between his lips and his eyes.

"Seriously?" he grinned as he hailed a cab and it stopped for them.

She laughed. "Seriously."

Edited: 6-20-08