A/N: Thanks for the reviews. This next chapter is a short one but it holds some important information.
Four hours of driving on the highway in a semi-quiet car, had taken its toll on Alex Karev. Stopping once already to empty the contents of his upset stomach, he did not want to waste any more time. He thought about Rebecca, she deserved better than a boyfriend who was constantly disappointing her. Thinking about all the times she made subtle hints about their future together and all the times he blatantly ignored her, had him feeling bad for the way he treated her. It wasn't her fault he was so fucked up. It wasn't her fault he had feelings for the girl next door.
His gaze traveled to Izzie, her head tipped back, resting on the black leather seat as she stared out the window at the passing scenery. She seemed to be lost in her own thoughts. He wondered if it had anything to do with her fight with Olivia. The temptation to ask was quickly replaced by panic, as a shrill scream broke through the silence of the car. Jerking the wheel to the right, Alex managed to avoid slamming into the truck passing him in the other lane. The car skidded to a stop in the breakdown lane.
"Jesus Alex!" Izzie screamed. "Are you trying to kill us?"
Alex pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut to relieve the pressure. "I'm sorry." He hadn't been paying attention and drifted over the line and into the other lane. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." She pointed to the sign up ahead that indicated only a few more miles to a rest area. "Why don't we stop there and I'll take over for a while." Alex could get some much needed rest while she drove.
In his condition, he probably shouldn't have been driving in the first place. "Yeah, I think that's a good idea." Easing the car into drive, he pulled back out onto the highway until he reached the entrance of the rest stop. Every space was empty with the exception of one, parked between the two white lines was a newer model porche, sleek black. Alex pulled Izzie's car into a space, admiring the smooth curves of the high performance vehicle that sat a few feet away.
The man in the drivers seat was reclined back slightly, his eyes closed. Must be taking a nap, Alex thought. Alex was about to turn away when he noticed a peculiar expression overcome the peaceful sleeper. Inside the car, something bobbed up quickly above the man's lap. Alex knew instantly, the man was not alone, as he had previously thought. There was a woman with him, a woman with short strawberry blonde locks. He felt strange, not for watching because he had seen plenty of lewd acts performed in public before. Strange in the sense that it seemed familiar somehow. A vision of long soft hair tickling his stomach as a head bobbed furiously on his cock, the vision was gone as fast as it came to him. It was a memory, of that he was sure. A memory of the night before perhaps? He tried to remember, he had been lying on the floor. Swallowing hard, trying not to get sick as the ceiling above him spun. He felt the warmth of someone's mouth envelop his length. He tried hard to lift his head but the tingling in his mouth stopped him, if he did not lie flat, he would get sick. "Alex, are you getting out?" Izzie's voice tore him away from the memory. "Do you want me to drive or not?"
She stood, holding onto the open car door. "Uh yeah." Alex blinked, concentrating on what was happening behind her. "Thanks."
She turned her head, following the direction of his stare, just in time to see the woman rise from her position and wipe at the moisture that had formed at the corners of her mouth. "Just great." She muttered, just what she needed was a constant reminder of one of the reasons she had to leave.
Alex sensed Izzie's discomfort, smirking he redirected his eyes at her. "It's just a blowjob Iz." She tensed. "Nothing to get worked up over." It was the wrong thing to say, he obviously did not know why, but she didn't expect he would. Sliding into the driver's seat, she took a deep breath. He had been drunk, too drunk to remember. She hoped he never would.