Thank you all so much! I was so surprised at how well you all received this fic, I'm (really) so glad you guys liked it!
Now here's the second chapter, fresh out of the oven (lol)
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Chapter Two: Almost Resident, Orange Mocha's and Doris Warren.
Isobel Stevens was not easily confused or annoyed, no, she never let herself be any of those two, but after looking into those pair of blue eyes, she couldn't help but to feel confused and mostly annoyed.
Carefully she rolled her purple mat as Chris left the class (a wave of "Goodbyes" following him) and stood up to stretch for one last time. Sighing, Izzie looked into her watch and the '5:15 a.m.' headline made her scowl.
"I guess I have to leave now", she mumbled to herself, flinching in surprise when she felt a hand was playing with her blonde locks.
"What the-", she turned around and found Dr. Mark Sloan smirking at her.
"Good morning to you too Stevens", her mouth opened in surprise, and she tried to make a sound, but his piercing blue eyes (an amused look in them) didn't let her.
He chuckled and slowly placed his right hand beneath her jaw, the sudden caressing movement limited even more her words, "Now we don't want to let the flies in, do we?", with that he closed her mouth and allowed himself to pass his thumb across her lips, this brought her back to reality.
"What are you doing here?", she took a step back and crossed her arms, her glare causing him to laugh once more.
He shook his head and settled for a smile, "I'm guessing the same thing you're doing here", he passed by her and gave her one last wink before disappearing from her line of view.
She scowled and pouted, her face twisting like a kid who couldn't have a candy all for herself.
This sucks, seriously sucks.
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"What's up with you?"
The question took her out from her own thoughts and made her turn around to look at Alex Karev, a frown in his face.
"Nothing"
Alex shook his head, "That's bull, now what's up?", she sighed frustrated and was about to speak when Cristina's voice beat her to it.
"She's annoyed because McSteamy decided to go to the same Gym she does", her deadpanned tone made Izzie pout again as she got her snickers on.
"Who's going to your Gym?", George's fidgety tone could be distinguished and again she frowned, why do you care?
Meredith looked into Izzie's annoyed face and quickly answered for her, "Mark, Mark's going to her Gym"
George nodded, "Well it's not that weird, a lot of doctors go there, it's the only Gym that works 24 hours straight, Callie used to go there"
Alex just shook his head, feeling a fight coming on, "Yes, well, you don't have to let him annoy you Iz, besides I'm sure he's not even in the same classes you are"
At this Cristina and Meredith laughed and Izzie opted for just getting out of their locker room, her face now angry and her bangs flying free in her forehead.
"What?", Alex said surprised at his friend's actions.
Meredith only shook her head still laughing, "He's in her Yoga class"
"Yoga? Seriously?"
That was all Izzie heard as she stumbled into Miranda Bailey, her tiny form still intimidating the tall blonde.
"Stevens, where are all the others?"
Before she got a chance to answer, the other four interns (almost residents now) came stumbling in laughter.
"Good, now all of you shut up and listen"
And with that Isobel's Stevens day number eleven started.
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Addison Montgomery was enjoying life.
Or at least that's what she kept telling herself; she had decided that would be her new mantra.
Because she had been standing for almost twenty minutes now in line, at some Starbucks (near the new practice) and couldn't help but to begin reciting her mantra over and over again.
"An Orange Mocha" she turned around to meet Pete's voice dangerously close to her, "Orange? Are you kidding me?", she now looked at the server, "And I was here first!"
Pete chuckled, earning him a glare from the red-head who was in serious need of caffeine, "What's up with the stress? We could try the-"
Addison glared again, "No, no more pointy things in my face, I just want some damn coffee!" she screamed and narrowed her eyes as the teenage boy came in their direction with Pete's order.
"Are you sure?", Pete smiled at his coffee, "Thanks"
Finally the boy looked at Addison, "A cappuccino", the boy nodded and left before the red-head could scream again.
"Yes, I'm sure", Pete shook his head at her, "Is this about Alex?"
Addison now almost spilled her coffee after receiving it, "It has nothing to do with Alex, and do not mention him again"
Pete opened the door for her, "So it is about Alex", he smirked at her and she rolled her eyes.
"It's only been ten days since you got here; it's okay to miss the pervy intern"
Addison glared again, not in the mood to talk about Karev, "He's not a perv", Pete chuckled.
"So when are you going back?"
Addison rolled her eyes, made her way to her new office, passing Sam on her way, "I'm not going back!"
The last thing Sam and Pete heard was the loud 'thud' coming from her door.
"She is so going back"
Both man turned around to find Dell's smirk.
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It was their last day as an intern, and as such, Bailey had requested they worked in every area possible for the whole day, that meant not staying by the side of the same attending all day long.
Which Isobel Stevens was finding very hard not to do.
It wasn't like she planned it, no, she would never plan anything like this, but because every other intern (minus now Cristina and Alex) but her, had decided to hook up with their attending, she was now stuck with Mark Sloan.
Sure, she was supposed to switch with the other two that didn't do 'nasty' with their attending, but well, things don't always go as planned for Izzie.
"I don't understand why you won't switch with me!" she pleaded as Cristina's amused eyes looked at her, "Sorry Barbie, today's just not a good day to be in plastics"
Izzie frowned but then grinned, "He has a Breast Reconstruction today"
Cristina arched her eyebrow, a bit interested, but still shook her head, "Nope, no boob job for me today"
Izzie groaned and a movement from Alex Karev got her attention, leaving Cristina alone by the nurse's station, "Alex!"
Alex Karev turned around to find a blonde running his way, he laughed, "I'm not going with Sloan today"
Izzie scowled, "Why? You love plastics!"
He shook his head as he read a patient's chart, "Sorry, I'm with Mer in one of the Chief's case"
She threw her hands in her pockets in frustration, Alex now gone, why is it always me?
"Dr. Stevens, there you are, I was just about to page you", his smooth voice made her turn around, a slight glare in her brown eyes.
She settled for silence and walked to where he stood, "Come take a walk with me"
Mark started walking and Izzie had no other choice but to follow him, "We're going up to room 302, and I want you to start prepping our patient for surgery"
She nodded, a bit confused that he hadn't mentioned their morning encounter, "She's having a breast reconstruction", he handed her the chart and she opened it, careful to not miss out any important information, "She had breast cancer for three years and had the last bit taken out a year ago, she seems to be ready to have her breast back"
Izzie nodded and walked into the room, sniffing Mark's cologne in the air as she passed by him, "Doris this is Dr. Stevens, it's her last day as an intern so I want to know if she screws up while prepping you"
Doris Warren smiled at Mark and rolled her eyes, "Why do you always have to be such an asshole?"
Mark smirked and Izzie looked at the woman, not believing her ears, "I'm guessing you two know each other?"
Doris looked at the blonde and smiled, brown locks falling over her eyes, "Yes, we went to med-school together"
Izzie was about to get another word in when another person walked into the room, "Doris!"
Derek Shepherd walked into the room and straight to the almost forty-year old woman, his McDreamy smile on, "Derek, how are you?"
Izzie felt herself becoming uncomfortable with all the familiarity, her eyes were nervous and the chart pressed against her chest, "Oh now Derek, Mark, you're making her uncomfortable"
With that Mark turned around and smirked, Derek only smiled at Izzie, "Sorry Dr. Stevens"
She shook her head in embarrassment, "Where's Addie? I thought she worked here along with you two", Doris looked at Derek who's smile disappeared and so had Mark's smirk.
"She's living in L.A now", Izzie found herself answering the question and then blushing as the other three looked at her again, "I'm sorry - I – I shouldn't have said that", her cheeks were red by this point.
Doris smile faded a bit, "No, no, don't worry about it, I just would've like to see her", she now looked at Derek, "L.A, huh? I'm guessing she's with Naomi"
Mark nodded and walked back to where Izzie stood by the door, "Yes, well, Doris we'll be back in a while"
Derek smiled sadly, knowing his friend too well, and Izzie was left walking with Mark, surprise in her features, "I thought I was going to prep her-"
"You are, just in a couple of hours, I have to do something first", Mark dismissed her with his hand and she stood in the middle of the hall looking at his retreating back.
"What should I do?!" she screamed after him, his actions unresponsive, but her beeper talking for him.
Go get coffee, you know what I like.
She started walking towards the cafeteria and a 'beep' made her look again at the little black machine.
Don't forget the scone.
She could just see him smirking.
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She wasn't hiding, she really wasn't hiding.
But as she squirmed in the tiny space she couldn't help but to feel like she was hiding. Although she was not sure, yet, of what.
"Hiding?"
The question was subtle and yet made her almost cry; she moved a bit to the left to make room for her friend.
"No"
Meredith nodded and put her arm around Cristina, bringing her a bit closer, "I don't do hiding"
She shuddered as Meredith spoke, "Just like you don't do marriage", she let her head fall into Meredith's arm.
"Just like I don't do marriage", she repeated.
A couple of silent tears strolled down her face and Meredith pretended to not see them, her own blue eyes watering a bit.
"It wasn't your fault"
Cristina nodded and, again, repeated, "It wasn't my fault"
Meredith nodded along, "It wasn't your fault"
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"Private Practice, Dell speaking"
Mark frowned at the young voice, "Is Dr. Montgomery there?", he waited as the a shuffling sound could be heard, again the same young voice spoke.
"Sorry, she's out getting coffee, would you like to leave a message?"
Mark debated with the question, "No, is Naomi or Sam around?", again he heard the shuffling noise and another person grabbed the phone.
"Who's looking for Naomi?", the female voice made him smirk, "The best plastic surgeon in the U.S, no, make that the world"
He could just picture her rolling her eyes, a small smile in her brown lips, "Mark, what do you want?"
He chuckled but then looked at the time, sighing he answered, "I need Addie to come back"
"What?!" the sudden scream made him step away a bit from the phone, "Are you insane? No Mark, there is no way she's going back there, nuh-uh, no more booty calls between you two-"
Mark could see where her speech was going so he cut her off, "Doris is here and she wants to see her, send her in the next flight possible" and with that he ended the conversation, feeling a slight migraine coming up.
He would have to thank Pamela tomorrow; Yoga was, without a doubt, going to be needed.
Besides, with all of that going on, he didn't have a chance to play Sherlock; he smirked as a blonde came up to him.
"What? No scone?"
She only groaned in frustration and left him standing by the phone.
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There it is! Addison is coming back! I haven't (at all) watched any P.P episodes because the show's not here yet, so I had to guide myself by what I found on youtube, hope the info (and, mostly names) are correct, I have no idea what the practice is named after so I just used the show's title.
Sorry about the yoga-less of the chapter but it had to be done ), and I will put more details of what happened between Burke and Cristina as soon as I get to watch the finale. Little Callie and George, but I find them a bit difficult to write...
Sick and hoping you liked it,
-Kath