A/N: I'm so sorry for not updating sooner! I completely lost this chapter when we had to completely restart the computer… Again! I hope you like this chapter. Shorter than I wanted it. There sadly seems to be a lack of McStizzie fics. Please R & R..

Summary: AU. Mark Sloan is a plastic surgeon who is not one for dating. Isobel Stevens is a middle school teacher who believes in relationships, but doesn't date often for the sake of getting close to anyone. What happens when these two meet at a bar? McStizzie.

Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy, or any movie, song, show, book, etc. mentioned in this fic.

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Tuesday. She would have been at work, would it not have been for the fact that it was a Teacher Conference Day. The conference of course started at seven, ended three hours later. It was pointless really. They talked and reviewed about what they already have been informed about. It was quite boring, and she knew for a fact most of everyone there thought so too.

Now, here she was, sitting down outside of a café, a steaming up of coffee, one cream and two sugars, on the small, two person table she was alone sitting at, and searching her purse for her book, it was an Agatha Christie book to be more specific, she was her favorite author, she left in there from the day before.

"Izzie!"

She looked up to see a grinning Mark Sloan, cappuccino in hand. She gave him a smile back. "Hi, Mark."

"May I sit, or are you waiting for someone?" He asked, gesturing to the empty seat across from her.

Shaking her head, she put her purse onto the table, deciding to look for the book at a later time. She picked up her coffee as he sat down.

"Why aren't you at work? I thought teachers taught on the weekdays." He smirked a bit and sipped from his cup.

She refrained from rolling her eyes at his attempt at humor. "Teacher Conference Day. The conference ended about a half an hour or so ago." She told him.

"They actually have those?" Mark asked seriously.

Izzie cracked a smile, letting herself roll her eyes. "Yes, they do."

"What do you do at them?" Mark asked curiously.

"Just discuss about things we already know. It's pretty pointless." Izzie informed him.

"Why do they have them?" He asked. If it was pointless, why have it?

Izzie shrugged. "I really have no idea."

"But it seems that you get off for it." Mark pointed out. "That must be nice."

Izzie nodded. "It's definitely a plus." She picked up her cup of coffee off the table and took a sip. "Why aren't you at work?"

"I don't have to go in until later." Mark explained to her. He looked at the way her hair flowed to the side a bit from the subtle breeze. He could have swore some God up above was doing that on purpose for his own appreciation.

Izzie nodded, putting her cup back down on the table. "You said you were a plastic surgeon, right?" She asked, trying to make sure she remembered the correct information.

Mark grinned. "Yes. Does that mean you're impressed?"

Izzie rolled her eyes. "No."

"You sure?" His said, his grin staying in place. "It doesn't seem that way to me."

Izzie raised an eyebrow at him. "Because I mentioned your job it doesn't seem that way to you?"

Mark's face dropped. "No…"

Biting her bottom lip from laughing at the expression on his face, she picked up her cup and took a sip.

"Why is it my lines don't work on you?" He asked. It's been bugging him for days. He wouldn't have asked, it shouldn't even matter, he could get another woman, but he couldn't seem to help it. That didn't happen to him often, and he wasn't sure what to make of that.

Izzie was surprised, and she tried to not show it. She was expecting him to hit on her at least a few more times, both of which she'd roll her eyes at, but this question, she wasn't expecting it. "Lines, in general, don't work on me." That was true, to a degree. She just didn't want to date anyone. She didn't want to get close enough to anyone.

"You're definitely something different." He mumbled as he sipped his coffee.

"That I am." Izzie agreed with a smirk.

Mark looked at her, studying her almost. She was different. Then again, different wasn't always a bad thing.

"So what time later do you have to get to work?" Izzie asked curiously.

"About five." He told her putting his cup down on the table.

Again, Izzie nodded.

"I have a couple of ideas of what we can do during that time." Mark said suggestively.

"I'm not going to have sex with you." Izzie told him bluntly.

Mark put his hands up in mock surrender. "Fine." He put his hands down. "If no sex, then what do you suppose we do?"

Izzie smirked. "You're seriously asking me that?"

"I am seriously asking you that." He reaffirmed.

"Well, first we need to establish what this is." Izzie said gesturing between the two.

Mark frowned. "I thought we just established the whole 'no sex' thing?"

Izzie looked at him amused. "I mean, we could be friends."

"Friends." Mark said slowly, trying to grasp the concept.

Izzie nodded. "Yes. Friends."

"If we were friends, what would we be doing?" Mark asked with a suggestive raised eyebrow.

Izzie rolled her eyes. "First, we'd be friends, not friends with benefits. If I told you what we'd 'be doing' does that mean you want to be friends?" She bit back a smile as she picked up her coffee and took another sip.

Eyeing her carefully, he slowly started to nod. "Yeah, I guess I am." He's never had a close female friend before, so this was new to him. Not to mention how attractive she is, but he could do this. Better yet, he could try to do this.

Izzie put her coffee back down on the table, letting the smile appear on her face. "Well… Then what we would do is…" She was silent for a moment. "I don't know, I mean we both know what a friendship is, so what we do could be anything." Seeing the look on his face, she rolled her eyes again. "Sex not included, Mark."

Mark began to grin. "I didn't say anything."

"Didn't mean you weren't thinking it." She pointed out.

"True." Mark said honestly.

A comfortable silence fell upon them until Mark's pager beeped a nine one one.

Mark looked down at the device, then up at her. He gave her an apologetic smile. "I have to go. It's a nine one one." He explained. "I'll talk to you later friend?" He smirked.

Izzie laughed. "You'll definitely talk to me later."

Standing up with his coffee in hand, he gave her a goodbye and a wave.

Izzie gave him a wave as he left. She watched him walk away until he couldn't be seen. A small smile appeared on her face, then it slowly started to fade. She looked over her shoulder, sighing with relief. She then stood herself with her purse and coffee before checking over her shoulder one more time, then heading to her car.