Life's Greatest Irony Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy
Alex's POV
Izzie. On the bed. With Mark Sloan. Mark freaking Sloan was in Izzie's bed in a very compromising position. Alex was filled with rage at the very sight. He watched, eyes slit with disdain, as she and Mark got off the bed, pulling blankets around themselves. He heard Mark mumble something in the background, but all he could focus on was Izzie. Izzie who was standing next to her bed, looking at him with a mix of pity and apology on her face. He wanted to yell, to scream at her, but for once he had no words. After what felt like hours of stillness and silence, Alex walked out of her bedroom "Wait! Alex! Come on, let's talk about this," he heard her call. But it was too late. He had already left the house. There was only one place for him to go.
Izzie's POV
Alex. Right there, standing in the doorway, watching her and Mark. She tapped Mark on the shoulder, her vocal chords frozen, and pointed to Alex. Mark jumped off of Izzie and they both got off the bed, gathering sheets and blankets to pull around their bodies even though Alex had already seen them. Mark was standing on one side of Izzie's bed mumbling something or other, but the only thing Izzie could do was stand and stare at Alex. Alex, who looked so sad, lost, hurt, and angry. She wanted to say or do something, anything to make him stop looking at her like that, but she was paralyzed. After what seemed like forever, Alex turned around and walked out of her room.
Izzie: "Wait! Alex! Come on, let's talk about this!"
But the door had already slammed.
Author's Notes:
Thank you for the reviews! Keep 'em coming! I really appreciate them.
I leave for London tomorrow and won't be back for 10 days, so I probably won't post for awhile, sadly. I will, however, use the long plane ride to handwrite some more chapters. I promise to post as soon as possible.
I know that euph0rik had been looking forward to a confrontation between Izzie and Alex. When I first wrote the plan for the story, so was I. But then yesterday I watched the episode where George realizes that he slept with Izzie and pulls her into the supply closet where they stand there in silence. To me, the silence was so powerful that I wanted to incorporate it into Alex/Izzie in this fic. I also thought that it'd be interesting for brutally honest Alex to be at a loss for words. I hope this was just as pleasing as a confrontation would have been. It certainly was awkward!