Thank you so much for all the reviews! Review reply's start going after this chapter, so sorry about that, I was just too sick to actually remember to reply. Now, my stomach aches a bit and I'm sleepy, hope you guys like this chapter and that's all I have to say today…yes I'm sleepy lol.

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Chapter three: Not pink, Potty Mouth Trainers and Breathing.

A small tear fell from her brown eyes as she looked again at the plastic stick.

Blue.

Not pink.

Just plain, old, blue.

She sighed and quickly threw it to the garbage as a loud sound in the room could be heard, "I'm home!"

She took one last look in the mirror, and erasing the tear's track, put on a 'happy' kind-of smile.

"Hey you"

George O'Malley smiled and made his way to her, a small peck placed on her cinnamon-colored lips.

"So I heard Dr. Mont-", he cut himself off and shook his head, "I mean, Addison-", she laughed as he struggled to get past the formality, he was a resident now, not some clumsy intern, "is coming back, but not many people know why, the nurses are saying she heard Derek and Meredith are struggling so she came to claim 'McDreamy' back", he laughed at this.

Callie laughed along, "Right, Addison is coming back because of Derek, now that would be amusing"

He nodded, his smile intact, and as she looked at her wedding ring she let a small sigh escape. (Her husband seemingly oblivious)

Blue.

Not pink.

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Izzie yawned as her alarm clock went off; the annoying 'beeping' only intruding the blonde.

Her eyes took the time to take her surroundings in and she smiled at the familiarity, a small 'Hello Kitty' clock still beeping away. She stretched in her own bed and clicked on the kitten's head, the noise ceasing to exist (for now anyways).

The clock besides her bed read '3:50 a.m.' in bright pink numbers, with that she rose from the bed and walked towards her closet, a pair of black sweatpants and matching sweater in hand (the letter's 'Classic Juicy' making their appearance now and then).

Izzie walked down the hallway, her eyes giving away the fact that she was, still, somewhat sleepy, but that changed as soon as her hand opened the bathroom door.

"Alex!"

Her eyes popped out as her ex-boyfriend stood in front of the mirror, brushing his teeth, in his 'birthday suit'; Izzie quickly shut the door and groaned, Alex's laughing could be heard at the other side.

She groaned again as the door opened and he came out wearing a blue towel around his waist and gave her a kiss in the cheek.

"Sorry Iz"

She turned to glare at him, "Yeah, yeah"

Quickly the blonde shut the bathroom door and made sure to lock it, rolling her eyes while she did it.

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Pamela Brown smiled at Chris Washington as his own smile turned shy, his hand was mere inches away from hers and his cheeks had turned a rosy color, the words slowly forming in his lips, words Pamela longed to hear while she found herself leaning towards the handsome man.

Just a tad more-

"Pam!"

She groaned as Chris's hand flew away from hers and his face flushed under the gaze of the intimidating doctor, "Did I interrupt something?"

He smirked.

Of course he's smirking, "No Dr. Sloan, I was just about to go get the class ready", his clear eyes met her own grey ones and she smiled, making him know it was okay.

As he left she turned and glared at the dashing man in front of her, "I hate you so much", she hissed and he only smirked again, amusement clear in his eyes.

"Sorry I cut your tender moment with the Yoga guy but I have to tell you something", she dismissed him with her hand and grabbed a pack of files, "I know, I know, you don't want to go to Yoga again, that's oka-"

He cut her off, "No, no, it's not that, actually", he smirked, again, and she felt like hitting him (and not exactly on him), "I like Yoga"

She almost choked in her purple drink and looked at him as if he was crazy, "What?"

"I said-"

She rolled her eyes, "I know what you said, but, what?", he shrugged his shoulders and took a step closer to her, "I want to be in that class, always"

Pam put down the files and looked at him straight in the eye, "What's this about?"

Mark pretended to look offended, "What? Can't a guy just like Yoga?"

She scoffed, "If I remember correctly, you, and I quote" she made air quotes with her fingers, "said, 'Yoga is for chicks', and 'I don't care if Sting has the libido of a stallion, I'm not doing Yoga'"

"Did you just, seriously, made air quotes?"

Pam glared, "You're spending too much time in Seattle Grace Dr. Sloan, and yes, seriously, now don't change the-"

"Hey Pam!"

A curvy blonde cut her off as she passed by them and waved at the brunette, her every move followed by Mark's eyes as she, for now, didn't seem to notice him, "Oh no"

Now she noticed, "Stevens", was his curt reply and she pouted; the feeling of unshared candy back.

"What are you doing here, again?"

He smirked and suddenly Pam grew quiet, her eyes looking back and forth, and those same grey eyes grew as she put two and two together, "Moth-"

Mark looked at her and smirked, "Now, now, Pam we don't want a potty mouth trainer"

"I can't believe you!", she shouted and Izzie looked confused, the tiny brunette now shouting nasty words at the doctor.

"Okay..."

Isobel Stevens decided to just leave, not noticing how Mark smirked after her and Pamela also pointed at her retreating back, taking a hit at the doctor's shoulder as he only looked after the blonde.

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"Guys this is the last part, let's go to the sitting pose again and as you sit remember to keep your legs comfortable and just close your eyes..."

Izzie shut her eyes and calmly breathed in and out, her muscles feeling relaxed and so did her conscience, or at least that's what she tried.

"We got married!"

"1, 2, 3...that's it, in and out"

She took another, more pronounced, breath and slowly lowered her head, moments before bringing it back to stand.

"Just relax"

"Dude, she's Callie O'Malley!"

Alex's voice rang out in her memories and she exhaled, as if trying to get rid of everything by just breathing.

"That it's, again, 1, 2, 3, take a deep breath"

"You mean...you – you don't remember?"

Her own voice now haunted her and she could feel a wet spot beneath her eyes, damn it, she said she wouldn't cry.

"Try to not let anything get in your way", she knew that comment was directed towards herself.

1, 2, 3.

Breathe, in and out.

"You remembered..."

Another wet spot, damn it, damn it, damn it!

"We're trying to have a baby!"

She exhaled loudly and a soft whimper went along, some curious mid-glances were directed her way and then shut to their own problems, all but one.

Izzie opened her eyes, surprised as a sudden warm hand came in touch with her own, she looked down and frowned as Mark Sloan's hand rested on top of hers, slowly (almost with fear) she looked up and relaxed as his eyes remained closed.

When did he sit next to me?

She wanted to ask, pry for the sudden caressing contact, but as his eyes wouldn't open she just closed her own; all thoughts of George O'Malley vanished.

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He wanted to get out of there, estranged at his own actions.

Afraid of his own actions.

He was a sweet guy, he knew that, but he wasn't 'out there' with the sweetness, it took time, and it couldn't be just anyone, it had to be someone especial, and the last person, he was sweet to, was Addison Montgomery.

And that was what scared him.

Yes, Mark Sloan had actually loved his best-friend's wife and had watched her marry him, all that time just silently watching. But when she was the first to kiss him, when she was the first to reach him, when she was the one, he didn't fight it.

So when Mark Sloan had placed his hand on top of Isobel Steven's own hand, he grew afraid.

Because you can't fight instinct, and as she now smiled at him, he didn't know if he even wanted to try.

"That...uhm, that was – that was nice" she stammered and lowered her gaze, her black hoodie hugging her curves and hiding her blonde hair.

He shrugged and at being lost of words he only smirked, "I knew you couldn't resist me Stevens"

She rolled her eyes and hid a smile (grateful for the known zone), "Right, and its Dr. Stevens"

Mark only laughed as Pamela passed by them muttering, "Nasty doctors in my gym", Izzie only frowned and shook her head.

"Right, so I've got to pick up my things and leave the mat"

The McSteamy's grin made its appearance, "I'll wait for you, I guess you need a ride to the hospital"

She debated in her mind but then shrugged, "Sure"

Because, what harm could it really do?

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Derek Shepherd looked at the list in front of him and tried to locate one name out of the thirty or more that were listed.

"I'm not there"

Her voice surprised him as he turned around and found her staring at him, her look between amused and strained.

"How long have you been standing there?"

She shrugged and started walking, "Not much"

He nodded and walked besides her, finding her ponytail quite interesting as he let a couple of fingers play with her locks.

"And why is it that you're not there?"

She let out an audible sigh and stopped walking, his fingers slipping from her blondish locks, "I don't know"

"You don't know why you're not there or-"

"I don't know what I'm going to specialize in", she started walking again and this time he didn't know if he should follow her.

"It's over"

Her voice taunted him at nights, those nights where he would go back to his trailer instead of her house.

"You coming?"

He looked up and Meredith smiled briefly at him and with that he just smiled back, "Yes"

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The ride had been, surprising.

I wake alone

And pretend I'm finally home

She listened carefully as Cursive's 'The Recluse' played, signaling that he had been listening to that in his ride to the gym, and just arched an eyebrow at the lyrics, not pestering him with comments.

But when she squealed mid-way through his cd's collection he knew he was in trouble, "You've got to be kidding me! Seriously!"

He frowned when he looked at the disc in hand, "It was a gift from Derek's sister, Nancy"

"No, no, no excuses! Even if it was from McBitchy", he looked at her after the name escaped her lips and she only smiled sheepishly.

Hello Twelve…

Hello Thirteen…

Hello Love…

"Seriously! Oh god!"

Mark groaned and was grateful when the hospital's sign was near, "We're here"

She smirked and sang the last line of 'A Chorus Line' as he parked, but when her feet came in contact with the concrete she grew awkward, not knowing what to do next.

Mark felt her uneasiness and graced a smirk her way, "Don't forget the scone this time"

She gaped at him and rolled her eyes as she went through the glass doors, "I'll be in the neurological department if you need me"

He smirked and Izzie left immediately wondering what the hell possessed her to let him, Mark Sloan out of anyone, know what specialty she had chosen.

But as Mark was about to take the elevator up to the third floor to investigate some more, he was taken aback to find a gorgeous red-head waiting besides a chocolate-skin colored woman for the same elevator.

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Mmm, I'm not so sure about this ending, but as I said I'm sleepy and I wrote this in one whole sitting so I felt I had to leave it there.

Hope you like!

-Kath