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Anything

Chapter 3

By Blue Scrubs

And then the elevator stopped moving.

There was a loud thud, then a crack and then the lights flickered off.

"What's going on?" whispered Izzie.

"We stopped moving, that's what's going on," growled Alex.

"Aren't the back up generators supposed to give us some light at least?" asked Izzie.

"I don't know. All I know is I'm tired of being stuck in elevators with annoying people. First O'Malley, now you," spat Alex.

"Alex, stop being such an ass. I hate this. I hate that we fight all the time," stated Izzie firmly.

"Whatever," muttered Alex.

"Seriously, Alex. Please, I really can't do this. I won't be able to do this if you aren't my friend," whispered Izzie.

"Do what?"

"I...I don't know," replied Izzie softly.

"You'll have to give me more than that," hissed Alex.

"The thing is... I think that... um..." started Izzie. She blushed. She was happy that Alex could not see her all flustered in the dark. Waves of emotion flooded her as she tried to think of what she was trying to say. Words failed her at the moment.

All of a sudden, the lights flickered back on and the elevator started moving again.

"Oh my god, we're moving!" cried Izzie, relieved. She could get out from underneath what she was failing to say. Which was what?

"Thank god," said Alex huskily.

The elevator doors dinged open, and Izzie and Alex hurriedly exitted. The Chief approached them.

"Sorry guys, our generators crashed due to the storm outside. Our monitors tell us that you two were stuck in the elevators. Hopefully no harm done," explained the Chief, apologetically.

"Not at all, Chief," said Izzie.

"Yeah," agreed Alex.

"Yes yes, well, I have an even greater problem on my hands at the moment," muttered the Chief.

"What is that?" asked Izzie.

"Do you remember Mrs. Wainstein from earlier? She brought her son, Percevial in," recalled the Chief.

"The half-sociopath, half-psychopath?" clarified Alex.

"Yes," confirmed the Chief. "We were holding Percevial in a special safety chamber, but it seems that he's broken loose. We can't find him anywhere, and it is of dire importance that we get to him before he gets to anyone else."

"Oh my gosh," murmured Izzie, putting a hand to her mouth to keep in the gasp of shock. She recalled Mrs. Wainstein from earlier. The poor woman had been distraught over her son. She had cried, confessing that she was scared shitless of him. Izzie had done her best to comfort her, but to no avail.

"Well, I have to go inform everyone else," stated the Chief. "My apologies once again," he re-stated, as he walked off briskly.

"Oh my gosh," repeated Izzie.

"You coming, Iz?" demanded Alex, walking ahead of her.

"Er, yes," replied Izzie, catching up to him. "What's going to happen with the Percevial?"

"I don't know, but it's none of my business right now. I'm tired and I just want to go home," he said, exiting the hospital through the automatic doors. He stopped. "Dammit, I left my umbrella at home," he groaned.

"Me too," said Izzie.

"We'll just have grin and bare it," said Alex, taking a step into the pouring rain. Izzie watched from the safety of the overhead glass ceiling as Alex got immediately soaked.

"Come on!" he called, gesturing for her to follow. Hesitantly, she took a step out into the rain and felt the icy droplets soak through her clothing. Her body heat flew away from her as she ran after Alex.

"My god you're slow," muttered Alex, as Izzie caught up to him, shivering.

"Well sorry," replied Izzie sarcastically.

"Yeah, I bet you are," hissed Alex, fumbling with his keys.

"My god Alex! What is wrong with you? I've apologized, okay? I've done everything I could possibly think of to make you not mad at me. And for what? For you to be an ass to me? I don't need this kind of crap!" yelled Izzie, throwing her hands up into the air. "I don't."

"I don't want to do this now, Iz," grunted Alex, as he walked swiftly through the parking lot.

"You never do!" remarked Izzie, keeping pace with him. Anger coursed through her veins, pumping hot blood throughout her body. "Why are you such a jerk now?"

"I said I don't want to discuss this right now!" roared Alex, turning to stop and glare at Izzie. Izzie almost tripped from his sudden stop. A fierce hate shone through Alex's eyes as he glared at her.

"Alex please," Izzie begged in an almost whisper. "I want to be friends again."

"I can't, Iz. I don't... I just can't. Alright? We just can't be friends," said Alex, the passion vanished within his eyes.

"Why not?" asked Izzie, desperately.

"No. We can't. It's the last time I'm saying it. I don't want to be friends with you. And I was wrong to even try."

"Alex, please. I need you to be my friend," whispered Izzie. She searched his eyes for a hint of relenting. Tears welded up into her eyes as she realized that he wasn't going to change his view of thinking. His hard, cold eyes just stared back at her, unfeeling.

"I'm sorry you feel like that," replied Alex icily. "You have two options. You can hate me, or you cannot. I don't care which."

"Is that it? Are those my only options? To hate...or not to? Is that all I have anymore?" murmured Izzie. Was this the end of it all? Does he really not care? "I...I don't care what you feel about me, Alex. Okay? No matter what happens, I care about you. Okay?" stuttered Izzie. This was it. She had to tell him. The nagging feeling in her heart was yelling at her to confess. The tears were brimming in her eyes. "I...Alex, no matter what, I...I love you!" cried Izzie. Tears streamed down her cheeks. "I love you! Why can't you just accept that?" she cried desperately. There. She confessed her undying love for him. She admitted her feelings. She did all of that.

Izzie stared longingly up at Alex, waiting for a response. Her nerves were going crazy. She had just done the unthinkable. She exposed herself to him. She confessed.

"I..." started Alex. He looked away. "I'm disillusioned." He turned away, and walked to his car. He got in, and started the engine. He left her there in the rain.

"Alex," whispered Izzie quietly. His car had already left the parking lot. She stood standing in the rain. All she could hear was the pitter-pattering of rain and his voice echoing her head. She could now feel the very beginning of one of her stomach pains. But she didn't care. It didn't matter anymore. He had turned her down, and ruthlessly at that. It didn't matter anymore, because no matter how hard she tried she'd always be alone.

Izzie was so self-absorbed in her own thoughts that she didn't hear the quiet foot steps behind her. She didn't feel anything except the pain, so her sixth sense didn't tell her that danger was near. The feeling you get when you're about to die a violent death. The sense to run in the opposite direction when a menace approaches.

"Alex," murmured Izzie once again. "Alex."


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--Blue Scrubs