Linen Closet Moments
(Chapter 4)
Everyone in the world is constantly fighting an internal battle. A battle between what the brain knows is right and what the heart knows it wants.Oprah Winfrey (1954 - )
She had been baking all night. She had started baking to make herself forget, but she found all she
could do was remember, they had memories baking. And all she found baking did was make her
remember, make her hurt even more. So she stayed up all night baking things that she hadn't baked
with him, and with more then a sting of pain she realize she would never bake with him. She didn't
realize the time until Meridith walked into the kitchen with Alex and Mcdreamy. They looked at her
with wide eyes than at the enormity of food displayed before them. Alex was the first to break from
wide eyed shock.
" So this is a normal thing, all the baking?" He looked at Meridith with questioning eyes. She shook her
head and turned her attention back to Izzie.
" What's wrong Iz." She look concerned, just like she had after Denny, Hopeless, unable.
"Nothing, couldn't sleep." It was a lie, and they knew it. Before they could ask more she left the kitchen
with three people wondering what the hell they were going to do with all the food.
" We could take some of it to work.." Izzie heard as she fled up the stairs and away from the people
who cared.
By the time she had gotten to work she had planned out her day to the second.
She would beg Baily to work in clinic and avoid everyone at all cost. Stay late and make up the excuse
that she had paper work to fill out and hopefully stay until everyone would be asleep. She would avoid
everyone because if alone, she wouldn't do anything rash, anything more wrong then she was already
doing. Maybe, just maybe if she avoided them, him, she could hurt a little less, make some of the pain
stop. Make the want stop. She walked in the hospital, in the locker room and out to Baily chanting her
anthem in her head, avoid, avoid, avoid. She was succeeding until she heard Baily tell her she was
popular today and Dr.Torres had requested her.
" What did you just say?" she asked, sure she had heard wrong. She kept her eyes straight and ignored
the eyes beside her that were pleading for her to look at him. Avoid, avoid, avoid.
"what Stevens, you deaf?" she asked in a tone that was truly her own.
"No..." she answered hesitatingly
"No, I didn't think so, you heard me, I don't know what stupid thing you've done now, but it's not my
problem." And like that, she turned around and walked away. Izzie decided to follow by example.
Izzie walked away from the question's in George's eyes and on the tip of his tongue. She walked until
she reached the door that held the women that in that moment she hated. It was her fault she couldn't
be in the clinic, it was fault that her plan wasn't working, it was her fault she couldn't Avoid, avoid,
avoid.
She took a deep and entered the room, she took one look at the empty bed, the unoccupied chair and to
Callie Torres standing in the middle with an angry,no, furious look on her face. Izzie stood her ground
as Callie looked her over, trying to read her, like she had tried to read George, she found Izzie Stevens
with the same symptoms. She look tired, miserable and slightly angry, nothing like the supermodel she
was.
" I need to talk to you." Callie thought she should take the direct route, demand, demand demand.
" Why?" It was a simple question, straightforward and pissed it pissed Callie off more than you would
ever know. Just looking at her infuriated Callie, girls that looked like her weren't suppose to be smart,
girls that look like her weren't suppose to be friends with guys like George. She was suppose to be
blond and stupid and have a hot and tall and stupid boyfriend. She was suppose to ignore the Georges
of the world, what gave her the right to
change that. She was beyond angry at the tall blond in front of
her.
" I want to know because my husband, my husband is a walking corps and you don't look much better,
and as far as I know the only thing that can affect George this much, and god knows why, is you. So I
want to know why because you don't deserve to have that much control over him, because I'm his
wife... I'm his wife and all he thinks about is you! So I want you to tell me what happened so I can fix
it and George and I can move on." she yelled, she was never one to control her emotions well. She was
possessive and controlling and if she wasn't in control she made sure she was, she like knowing that
everything was going her way, and she wasn't okay with that, but it was apart of her, so she yelled at
Izzie Stevens for possessing what she wasn't, she yelled at her because she wasn't in control and on
some level she knew that Izzie wasn't in control either, so she was tired and frustrated and she neede
to yell, so she yelled at the one person in that moment she hated.
Izzie watched her scream and was unable to return the gesture, she was so tired, it felt like her body
was cut in half. One half wanting to do the right thing, apologize to Callie, tell George that what they
did was wrong and that they should not talk, not even be near each other, however hard it may be. Do
the right think, but doing the right thing would surly kill her.
Then the was the other side, telling her to be just as angry at Callie as she was at her. To go find
George, tell him that she love him and that he needs to leave Callie be with her because she was the
one for him, she knew him first, understood him, tell him that she was his person and that he was hers,
than kiss him so hard that he wouldn't think about Callie and there screwed up marriage, than she
would tug , pull, rip all of is cloths off and make sure he didn't think at all. But being that person
wouldn't that kill her too.
Because Izzie thought with her head and her heart. But her heart won out, so she stood her ground and
looking at the angry, panting women, she found herself angry at George, he did this to her, he...
Avoid, Avoid, Avoid. Her mind screamed at her. She decided her mind was right, so she look at Callie,
and faked ignorance, hoping it would lead to bliss . Knowing that it wouldn't.
" I haven't been talking to George, so I don't know what's wrong with him, your married to him.. you
should figure it out. So unless you need me for something other than someone to dump all your
problems on, I go find." he perfect cold speech was cut off.
"No, I requested you for the day and we do have a patient so lets go." She began to walk out the door,
not asking if Izzie had an input, not asking her permission at all, But then she stopped in the doorway
turn to Izzie.
" But I know you have something to do with George and I'll find out what it is." She was sure Callie
meant what she said.
And she had. She had questioned her all day, about everything from what she had done that day to
everything she had done a month ago. It was constant questioning and Izzie couldn't breath, she forced
herself to ignore her or answer her question's point blank. Forced herself to not give to much away,
forced herself to breath. She was angry, more than angry, but didn't show it, didn't give Callie the
satisfaction of knowing she was getting under her skin. Izzie couldn't bring herself to yell at Callie, no
matter how much she hated her, no matter how much she wanted to yell at her. She knew that she was
the one who had done something wrong, she the one who had screwed up. So she stayed silence and
fumed silently and he silence killed her, it left her to reflect on her thoughts, and for the past god
-nows-how-long her her thoughts had a name and that name was George. She was angry with him and
herself and at that moment every single person and thing she knew.
She stormed out letting the door slam shut behind her, not caring if someone heard the noise, not caring
that if anyone had looked they would see a blond in scrubs tearing thought the hall with a look of pure
unadulterated anger set in her features. And she really didn't care in anyone saw her stop dead in front
of a linen closet door, open it walk in with a pained expression on her face. No, she really didn't care...
unless that person was George.
He was walking to the ortho side of the hospital, well, more like stomping. He was livid, How dare
Callie take advantage of her position, she knew how Izzie felt about her. He was livid until her saw
someone as angry as him walk directly by him, and he forgot all about his anger, forgot everything and
was captivated.
His eyes and body had a mind of there own as they followed her as she all but ran. He watched her
stop, unable to pull hims eyes away from her, he watched as her features changes drastically. Anger, to
pain and he hurt with her after recognizing the door. He watched as she walked in and was helpless to
follow, he grabbed the door even before it closed and followed. He was engulfed by the darkness, by
the women in front of him, by the anger and pain on her face, by the smell of her, by everything about
her.
And he was helpless.
He brain told him to forget, forget the anger toward her, forget the want, forget the need.
But his heart was feeding it.
And so was hers.
Avoid, Avoid, Avoid certainty wasn't going to work.
I'm so sorry the night after I posted my computer went all screwy! I was so pissed. Next chapter posted tomorrow! If anyone knows and Izzie/George fics tell me thanks! Review Please: