Author's Note: … I need to start updating this story again.. I feel bad… I left you guys on a cliff hanger and then I proceeded to sporadically update "How To Save A Life" only. Now, I don't even remember how I wanted to finish this story… Oh wait, now I remember ! So, here is your update, I hope you all enjoy it!

Wait I almost forgot, if you don't like dirty stuff, don't read the first half of the chapter… It's not quite up to smut standards, but it's not twister either. In fact, they don't even go all the way, if you know what I mean.

Chapter 10

You Wake Up, Hoping It Was All Just A Dream…

Izzie

Izzie Stevens spastically grabbed Alex's hand and dragged him down the hall in a frenzy of sexual tension. She hated Alex she really hated him! Yet, the only thoughts that were currently swimming around her mind were the ones concerning getting him inside of her as quickly as possible.

"Whoa, where are we going?" Alex asked in his usual cocky manner. Izzie stopped dead in her tracks, unsure of the answer to the question at hand. She looked around wildly for a spot where she could get her release. Certainly, the hospital board officials would frown on her going down on Alex in the middle of the hall. Her eyes trailed over a familiar room and a wide smile spread over her face. She grabbed Alex's hand again, almost pulling his arm out of his socket, and pushed him inside the room her and her friends had deemed 'cute comatose guy's room.'

Izzie locked the door behind her and smiled mischievously at Alex. He raised an eyebrow in response, obviously confused by her recent actions. Oh right, she had to tell him of her intentions… Why couldn't they just have sex without talking at all? Izzie lunged at Alex, enveloping him in her arms. Her lips started viciously attacking his neck, sucking and biting. She pulled his shirt over his head frantically. Painstakingly, he pushed her off in surprise and she gave him a sheepish half smile. "What are you doing?" Alex asked, unable to suppress a laugh. Izzie smirked at him and pulled her light-blue scrubs shirt over her head, letting it fall to the floor.

"I want you," Izzie said, bluntly. She watched as Alex gawked at her lacy pink bra clad on her half-naked body. She liked that he gawked. It made her feel sexy, powerful, in control. She took a step towards him, pressing herself flush against his body, feeling his hardness brush against her thigh. It saddened her that it was constricted inside the compounds of his pants. 'Well," Izzie thought to herself, "not for long." With one quick movement she pulled down Alex's pants, letting them pool on the floor. She smiled at the frog-covered boxers Alex was currently sporting. He noticed her amused stares and he immediately searched his mind for excuses.

"I um, I didn't know…"

"Please stop talking," Izzie demanded, grabbing the back of Alex's neck. She hungrily started kissing Alex. She was famished for some attention. Being in the Seattle Grace Intern program, as enriching as it was, had taken a toll on her love life severely. Moreover, she wasn't one of the many interns who had managed to snag a hot resident all for herself. He hem, Meredith and Christina…. She moaned slightly as Alex's mouth eagerly latched itself onto her neck. She tilted her head back, to let him have better access, when she saw something in the corner of her eye. She tried ignoring it, but curiosity got the better of her and she turned her head to have a better look. Her heart stopped at what she saw and she quickly pushed Alex off her. He raised his eyebrows at her abrupt turn-around and he held his hands out in disbelief.

"I can't believe this! You're going to leave me high and dry?"

"Shhh," Izzie hissed, quickly walking over to the occupied bed on the other side of the room. She leaned over the person in the bed and gasped. "Alex," she cried, "Get Dr. Bailey!"

Logan

Anger, shouting, crying, soothing, convincing, frustration, realization, sadness, distance, depression, desperation, drinking, excitement, apathy, rushing, pain, helplessness, and beautiful blue eyes; these were all the things that came rushing back into Logan's mind, painstakingly fast, as he opened his eyes. He was aching, he was confused, he was immobile. Panic rushed through his body as he frantically tried to sit up, but her couldn't he couldn't move, he couldn't speak. It was scary and he was totally and completely helpless.

He realized suddenly that he couldn't see, but that problem was quickly fixed as his eyes started to focus. His mind was fuzzy, he couldn't formulate a thought. He could swear that he saw an outline of a blonde woman standing over him. Shit, there was a blonde woman standing over him… Worse yet, she was wearing nothing but an extremely erotic pink lacey bra. Logan shook his head weakly, surprised that he was able to move it at all. She stabled his head with her hands and he groaned, finally able to find his voice.

"No," he said groggily, "you need to go…" He told the blonde. She ignored his request and continued to hold his head still. She was breathing heavily and Logan wanted nothing more than for her to go away, he needed her to go away. Rory was mad at him enough already without seeing him in this compromising position with some random blonde. "I have a girlfriend," he informed her, obviously in vain. The girl opened her mouth to speak, but she seemed to be at a loss for words. Finally she found her voice.

"Dr. Bailey!" the girl wailed. Logan furrowed his brow in confusion. That was not what he had expected her to say. Suddenly, a backdrop emerged from behind the girl standing on top of him and he saw a very sterile room around him. His heart leapt when he realized he was in a hospital. A few seconds later, a stout dark skinned woman with short black hair entered the room looking angry. She put her hands on her hips and glared at the bra-clad blonde. Shortly behind the angry woman, came a man wearing only navy blue boxers with green frogs on them. He stood in the doorway, unsure of what was happening Logan was sure.

"What are you two idiots doing?" the stout woman shrieked. The blonde walked away from Logan and bent down to pick up her shirt. She quickly pulled it back on and pointed at Logan, speechless for the second time. "Oh my god!" The stout woman immediately rushed over to Logan's bedside and started prodding him with her fingers. Logan became immediately agitated and he swatted her hand away. Apparently, he had gotten the feeling in his hands back…. Too bad he still couldn't move his legs.

"Holy shit," said the man in boxers. He quickly bent down like the blonde girl did, retrieving his own clothes and throwing them on. Logan looked over at the blonde and saw that she was adjusting a stethoscope around her neck. She was a doctor. Logan became more and more panicked as he realized the stout woman and the boxer man were both doctors as well.

"Dr. Bailey," the blonde said, talking to the stout woman, "we just came in here and saw him like this, I swear." The person obviously known as Dr. Bailey waved the blonde away and shown a flashlight in Logan's eyes. Logan squinted, trying to adjust to the light.

"What the hell is going on," he asked, his voice becoming stronger. He tried to get up, but Dr. Bailey pushed him back down gently.

"Lay down, sir," Dr. Bailey instructed sternly. She turned to the blonde and the boxer man and frowned. "I'll deal with you two later." The two doctors nodded and she waved for them to come closer, obviously to help her with Logan. Logan started resisting their touch. Where was he, why was he here, and what was wrong with him. Dr. Bailey shook her head and placed her hand on his chest, to keep him from sitting up.

"You're in the hospital sir, you've been in a coma for three year," Logan's heart stopped at her words, this had to be a joke, it just had to be. He shook his head.

"No, no!" he said frantically. Dr. Bailey nodded solemnly.

"I'm afraid so and further more, when we found you on the cost of Costa Rica, you didn't have any I.D. so I'm afraid your identity is unknown." Logan laid his head back and felt tears stinging in his eyes. "I'm guessing your friends and family have no idea you're alive." Logan swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat and he looked over at the blonde doctor.

"I'm Dr. Stevens," she informed him, not breaking eye contact. Logan wasn't sure why, but he trusted this doctor, more than the others. Maybe it was because she was the only one currently not probing him until his sides hurt. The male doctor came up beside him, reading what he assumed was his chart.

"I'm Dr. Karev," he said, not breaking eye contact off the chart, "do you remember your name?" Logan glared at the man.

"Of course I remember my name," Logan spat rapidly, "why wouldn't I remember my name?" Dr. Stevens put her hand on his chest, trying to calm him down, which he did instantly.

"Sir calm down, he's just asking because most comatose patients experience some sort of temporary memory loss." Logan sighed and closed his eyes. He blocked out everything else they had to say, none of this could be true. It had to be a dream, a very bad dream, because none of it seemed… Real…

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