Yay chapter two! Read and Review, becuse it's nice.

Why was it that every time Izzie did something good or decent it backfired? She got Alex in on the quints case and he cheated on her. She tried to help George with his marriage and they slept together sending her emotions into a tailspin. Maybe it was just boys. That was it she was done being nice to boys. The only problem was that she had been nice this morning to a boy, a very McSteamy one, and was going to have to deal with the backlash. That was what she was not looking forward too. She decided that the Y chromosome hated her. Well that was fine. She wasn't so fond of it either. Except for the tiny detail of her being attracted to it and it being attracted to her most of the time. Now she wasn't even thinking clearly. Seriously!

Miranda Bailey was going to kill Izzie Stevens. She had hoped and prayed that she would not join her comrades in the fight to hookup with an attending. Izzie wasn't technically under her command, but she would always be one of her interns. Izzie was the only one that seemed to care that there was boundaries in the workplace. Given she did fall for a patient, but she never dated outside of her level. Not to mention she dated nice guys. Alex Karev was a good guy on the inside and she had seen that, but not Mark Sloan. Bailey blamed herself for letting the other interns go with their respected others whenever they were requested. Izzie was almost always stuck with Sloan. She had protested the first time, but after the OR debacle she never said a word about it. Where was that girl?

Izzie was glad she was at home. She had been let go early, but was still on call. At least at home she was safe from nurses, the chief, Dr. Bailey, her friends, residents, attendings, Mark Sloan, nosy interns, nosy patients...so pretty much the entire hospital except the cute babies in the nursery...and the psych ward. She finished up a batch of Derek's favorite cookies to match the ones she had made for Meredith and Alex. It was getting late and they would all probably be home soon so she decided to take a quick shower and hide in her room before there were questions asked.

"Grey!"

"Yes Dr. Bailey?"
"Where is Stevens?"

"She went home early. She's still on call though."

"No just tell her I need to speak with her in the morning."

"Will do." Derek walked up to her and started to pull her toward the door. Dr. Bailey just shook her head. Meredith was her first to go. Luckily things were looking up for her.

Meredith and Derek got home to find that it smelled of baked goods. They headed straight to the kitchen only to find Alex sitting on a barstool with a glass of milk and a half eaten cookie.

"She made you two cookies too."

"Why would she make all this stuff? Did she loose a patient or something?"

"Dude you didn't hear?" He had a mischievous smile on his face. Meredith looked at her boyfriend for some sort of clue, but he just stuffed a cookie in his mouth as means of an escape.

"No. What happened?"

"Some chick was wrapping Sloan around her finger and Izzie decided to save him or something and then she laid one on him. The hospitals buzzing and she did all of this, because she obviously feels embarrassed."

"She kissed him?"

"I know. I never thought she would cross over to the darkside with all of us. I'm going upstairs. I'm beat."

"Goodnight Alex."

"Night Mere. Dr. Shepherd don't choke on that cookie."

Meredith turned back to Derek who looked a bit sheepish.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" He swallowed the rest of his cookie.

"I forgot?"

"Right. No sex for you."

"I didn't kiss him in the middle of the surgical floor."

"It doesn't matter. You should have told me."

"Meredith."

Izzie was staring at the wall. She heard Alex go into his room and shut the door. Ok good. Alex hadn't said anything. One down two to go. She heard Derek and Meredith bickering up the stairs, then down the hall, into Meredith's room. Then the door shut. Thank goodness she had dodged that bullet. Now she could sleep. She rolled over and closed her eyes. She was starting to drift open when she heard Meredith's door open. Her eyes shot open and she heard the sound of feet moving toward her. Her door started to open. There was Meredith in her doorway.

"We will talk about this in the morning."

And without waiting for a response she shut the door and went back to her own room. The only thought Izzie could produce was...Shit.

Mark was finally leaving the hospital. He had finished his last surgery, and had successfully avoid all awkward questions. Now he was going to his room to sleep. His mind had been preoccupied all day with not one but two women. First there was Madeline. He really wished she would just let him be. He had no idea why he couldn't resist her, but unless something changed he would fall right back under her spell and end up worse off than he started. He knew this and he still knew he would fall. He guessed it was part of his self destructive personality. He was lucky he wasn't with her right now. For that he owed Isobel Stevens big time. He still couldn't figured out why she had saved him. Not that he wasn't grateful, but it still baffled him. He had always had a strong interest in her. He leaned toward strong women. She was strong in a soft way. He realized that made no sense, but it was the perfect way to describe her. Addison had been strong and so was Madeline, but they both lacked the gentle nature that was Izzie. Maybe it was years of being jaded and separated that made them that way, but from what he had heard Izzie had been through hell most of her life so maybe it was something else. His mind jumped between the two women and before he knew it he was at his hotel. He handed the valet his keys and started to head up to his room when for the second time today he was stopped dead in his tracks.

She hadn't seen him. That was good. He couldn't let her see him at a hotel...alone. He didn't want to be under her spell. He couldn't think of many men that would want to be, but where was he suppose to go. He backed out the door slowly as to not be spotted. He made it back to the valet stand and requested his car before earning an odd look from the young man. He waited and prayed that she wouldn't feel like coming outside anytime soon. He waited and waited and waited so more. Finally the kid came back with his car and he wasted no time in jumping in it. And he was off.

He had no idea where he was going. He couldn't check into another hotel. The one he was at was the only one in this city he even remotely liked. He thought about Derek, but Derek lived in a trailer. Besides he was probably at Meredith's. Wait Meredith's. Izzie was her roommate. Suddenly he had a destination in mind.

Izzie was blissfully asleep. Her dreams were filled with excitement and surgeries and boys. Cute boys. And the Dandy Worhols. Wait. What? Why was the Veronica Mars theme song in her dreams. Oh that was her phone. Slowly she reached out and grabbed the offending object. It wasn't any of her friends. They all had their own ring tones. Actually all of their ringtones were Beatles's songs, but that was a story from a drunken night of singing early in their internship. And she didn't recognize the number. She flipped it open and tried her best to clear her throat.

"Hello?"

"Stevens."

"Dr. Sloan?"

"Yea it's me."

"How did you get my cell number?"

"Nurses. Could you come to your front door?"

"Why? It's like three in the morning."

"It's cold out here and I have a favor to ask."

"You're at my front door?"

"What is with your questions? Yes. Now please let me in."

"Okay. I'll be there in a second."

Izzie was utterly confused. What was going on? Was God punishing her? She was just being nice and now he was on her doorstep. She reluctantly opened the door. She stared at him expectantly in her Where the Wild Things Are pj's. Mark thought she was adorable. Although you couldn't even get him to admit it under oath.

"Sorry to stop by, but remember how you helped me escape from the crazy lady earlier? Well she's at my hotel and I can't go back there."

"So you want to stay here?"

"Yes."

"(deep intake of breath that signals caving) Come with me."

She led him into the den and opened a box pulling out a blanket and a pillow.

"This is the couch. It's pretty comfy. Derek seems to like it. Be good to it, and don't freak out my roommates in the morning. I'm going to bed. It's not as if I don't get enough sleep already."

"Izzie?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"You're welcome." She smiled a small smile at him and walked up the stairs to her room. Tonight was becoming strange.

Izzie was back in dreamland. Now she was totally makingout with a cute boy. Suddenly there was knocking. What the hell? Can't a girl catch a break? She begrudgingly got out of bed and headed to the door. She opened it and low and behold there was the cute boy from her dream. Not that she would ever dream of admitting that. He was standing bare chested in front of her.

"Dr. Sloan, what can I do for you?"

"Derek kicked me off the couch."

"What?"

"He said something about snoring and earplugs, but I am out of a couch." He smirked at her peeved expression.

"I have a floor."

"You also have a bed."

"Oh no. You can not sleep with me in my bed. Ever."

"I promise to be good."

"Do you even know what the means?"

"I won't touch you at all. Please just help me out once more."

"Why am I nice? Fine but if you so much as think about even tapping me on the shoulder I will kill you."

"Deal." Izzie turned her back to Mark Sloan and crawled back into bed. She watched him walk to the opposite side of the room and get into her bed. This was weird. Really weird. So weird it was almost normal again. She turned her back to him and tried to get some sleep, but for some reason she couldn't explain she felt like he was smiling at her. That thought made her feel things. She didn't want to feel things so she closed her eyes and forced herself to go to sleep.

So was that awkward enough? Was it steamy enough? I miss the Team because my computer hates me, but know I still care and that these stories are for you and my faithful readers.