055: Laughter

Continuity: After 'Six Days Part Two'

He always knew when Izzie laughed, because her laughter was so distinctive. She'd tip her head back, and the corners of her eyes would crinkle ever so slightly.

But neither of them had laughed much lately. George was still in the grieving stage, and he hadn't hit the 'laughing for no reason' stage.

Yet.

They were sitting in Really Old Guy's room, playing cards. Izzie laid down a Jack, and he'd snorted with laughter. "What?"

"He looks like Alex."

Izzie didn't think so, but George's laughter got her laughing. What they said was true; laughter really was the best medicine.


056: Life

Continuity: During 'Sometimes A Miracle'

"It's fragile," Izzie murmured softly, causing George to shoot her glare from over the files he was pouring over. They were supposed to be reorganizing patient records, because no one trusted any of them with actual medical work now. They might be losing one of their own. It was affecting everyone.

George's hand was shaking.

Izzie was rambling. Again.

"Life's fragile, but she's strong. She'll pull through. She has to."

"Death can't win every time," George responded, voice sounding tired. "Maybe the good is on our side."

Izzie took that as a sign that he wasn't really mad at her.


057: Linger

Continuity: After 'Scars and Souvenirs'; During 'My Favorite Mistake'

Izzie had a very recognizable smell. She wore this perfume. He didn't know what it was called, but it smelled like flowers, and her hair always had the scent of Sunsilk brand shampoo, the kind made specifically for blondes. He knew this because he'd lived in that house, saw the shampoo bottle every morning, and Izzie always smelled like that.

All day, he'd tried to pinpoint the familiar smell he'd found on his t-shirt that traveled with him when he changed into his scrubs. It was through the day, just lingering.

And then he realized it was her smell. Izzie.


058: Lingerie

Continuity: After 'No Man's Land'

He was used to Izzie wandering into his room by now. It had begun on their second night in Meredith's house, because Izzie couldn't sleep and it just wasn't home to her. What George wasn't accustomed to was to see his best friend in what looked suspiciously like lacy underwear.

Skidding down the hallway, foamy toothbrush still in his mouth, George managed to catch her just as she was slipping into his bed. "What is that?"

"...Everything else is in the wash."

George stooped to pick up his dropped toothbrush. "Well, now I know why they call you Doctor Model..."


059: Love

Continuity: Before 'Didn't We Almost Have it All?'

She'd done it. She'd told him she didn't have feelings for him, when she was obviously lying through her teeth, to herself and to George. Slumped on the floor of the linen closet, yes the linen closet, a thousand thoughts swirled around her, threatening to crush Izzie under their weight.

Her reasoning was that she couldn't live without George, and that she'd said it to make him stay. It was what best-friend-Izzie would do. Except she had this feeling tugging at her heartstrings telling her she wasn't best-friend-Izzie anymore, and he wasn't best-friend-George.

She was in love with George O'Malley.


Author's Note: Why does it seem like whenever I'm supposed to be doing something else, my writing muse comes back? Well, anyway, hope you enjoy. Because I had fun writing them, especially 'Lingerie'. Because Izzie seems like the kind of person to leave doing the laundry to the last minute, and, seriously, who wants to wash clothes after a hard day of being an intern? Haha.

DISCLAIMER: Grey's anatomy, sadly, doesn't not belong to Derek Shepherd anymore. Even more depressing, I don't own anyone's anatomy. Well, besides mine.