It's amazing how much time I have right now….So I decided to write the next chapter. I tried to make it not rude to one person or another, but chances are I will lose readers just bc, as philosopher mentioned, the Gizzie debate has split Grey's fans tremendously. So whatever I chose to do, please rememeber it's a story, meant to entertain. Which is y im writing it!!

Enjoy!

(Note: short reference 2 God in this chapter. If you have sumthing against him I'm sorry, but please ignore it then)

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Izzie walked up the front stoop, key in hand, wobbling from the eventful night of shots and boys. She steadied herself as she stepped up the first step, but she evidently fell once she moved her left foot to the next stair. She laughed with drunkenness apparent in her voice. Still chuckling, she braced herself against the stairs and hoisted herself back up. She made it up the stairs, careful to hold onto the railings this time. With her key, she steadied herself enough to place it into the lock and turn it. The door opened quickly, too quickly. Izzie fell back, still holding onto the key in the lock. More Laughing as she slammed herself onto the porch. It was uncontrollable.

She got up again, walked into the house, and closed the door behind her. She threw her cardigan onto the stairs and made her way to the couch. She literally fell onto the sofa with a thud, and satisfied with the soft cushions, she closed her eyes and dosed off to sleep.

Izzie ran towards the linen closet door and opened it in a rush. Running down the hallways of the hospital she called out.

"George ! Please!"

George was in front, looking back every so often, never stopping for her.

"George, no, Please, stop we need to talk! GEORGE!"

"NO IZZIE! Go away!"

She continued running, continuing the chase, and he, the mouse, kept running as well. They did not lose their breath. Slowly, the walls of the hospital began to disintegrate. In its place, a looming forrest of tall oaks grew out of thin air. It was nighttime, but the coverage of the foliage allowed no moonlight to escape. They kept running.

"Izzie, LEAVE…ME…ALONE!" George Shouted as he slowly began to lose his air. He collapsed.

"GEOOOOORGGEE!" Izzie caught up with him and began to perform CPR on his limp body. The walls of the hospital returned. A rush of nurses flooded the scene and began emergency resuscitation on him. This failed miserably.

"Try something else!" Izzie screamed. The doctors shook their heads. "There is ALWAYS something else!" They shook their heads again. One by one the doctors faded.

Izzie was left alone, with only George lying on the bed. She let out an ear-piercing scream and buried her head into his chest, crying as hard as she could. Because crying seemed to be the only way to cure her. Crying, she had control of. Dying, well that's all on God.

The walls began to dissipate a second time. This time, they were replaced with flames. All around were amber glowing flames, but not a single ember touched Izzie or George. They felt the heat of the fire, but not the harm. Izzie, still in her position on George's chest, didn't dare to look up into the fire. She instead kept her eyes on George's chest, as it began to show signs of rising and falling. She lifted her head and watched as his eyes fluttered open.

"Oh George! You're better now! We can be together, and you can forget Callie, and be with me. You're not dead. Can't you see George? I love you! I love you more than words could ever possibly describe. I am the honeysuckle and you the ivy, and noone can ever pull us apart, or else we'll die alone. I love you!"

Izzie watched as George slowly lifted his upper body and sat up. His head stared straight forward, looking dumbly into the flames.

"George?"

His head cranked towards Izzie in a hasty turn. His eyes widened.

"I don't love you Izzie. I never will, and I never have. You and me, was a mistake. I don't love you, Izzie"

He laughed maniacally, as his very own head of hair flashed into flames matching the fire walls. His head reeled back, giving his laugh a deeper voice.

Out of the flames came Callie, matching George's hair with her own fire head. She joined him in laughter.

"He loves me Izzie, not you."

"I love her Izzie, not you."

Their laughter grew louder, until it stopped, suppressed by a deep kiss that they shared in front of Izzie.

She bawled and sobbed, and began to melt and die. All the while, they stood there, laughing….

"NOOOOO!!!" Izzie screamed with a boisterous voice. Her body quaked as she jumped off the coach and onto the floor.

"Geez, Izzie, what the hell is wrong with you?"

Izzie looked up, and saw Meredith in her pajamas. She also felt a pang in her head as a deep hangover loomed from last night's 'party'.

"Oh, you know, just a bad dream I guess…"

"About what? God, what could make anyone get so caught up in a dream?"

"Nightmare…" Izzie muttered.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing, forget it. I got to go upstairs. Take a shower. Get ready to go. You know…See you at work!" She ran up the stairs in a hurry to wash off the stench of the nightmare from her mind.

Meredith was concerened. Her friend had been acting so weird since George came over to drink with her. She almost thought they might have---no---George and Izzie? Never! Her thoughts were easily interrupted by a certain man who made an appearance in the kitchen. He walked right up to her and gave her a proper good morning kiss.

Izzie stood under the spray of hot water for a while. She wanted her skin to feel the warmness that her soul couldn't. She was done lathering her golden locks and her silky skin, but yet she remained in the shower, with the nightmare and everything circling her mind. Her mind was a racetrack, her troubles the cars, and her feelings the announcer, screaming at her with every wrong turn that the cars make on the track.

She finally stepped out of the shower and dried off herself. She walked into her bedroom and picked out a v-neck tee with bootcut washout jeans. She pulled her hair up into a bun, put on her glasses that she only wore to hide herself, and grabbed her keys.

Once she reached the hospital, she made a beeline for the locker room. She hurriedly pulled on her scrubs and lab coat. Just after she shut her locker door, a face appeared. She nearly let out a scream, but her mouth was covered by a hand.. The man lead her to the corner of the locker room. Amidst the rustle of the morning shift interns, no one would care to look over at them. He released his hand from her mouth.

"Iz, I'm sorry about last night, I didn't—I wasn't thinking. I shouldn't have, I just want to make sure we can move past it. Friends?"

Alex looked into her eyes pleading for forgiveness. She gave in. "On one condition, Alex"

"Name it!"

" You never repeat what I said to you last night. I know you love to gossip, but not a single scrub nurse can know. And trust me, I'll know if you go back on your word. Nurses here don't like to be discrete about information they know."

'DEAL!"

Izzie nodded her head, unsure of why she agreed to be his friend again. He was a jerk for doing what he did. But she gave in. Probably because she couldn't deal with the announcer in her head telling her to do something about that race car. Now, she had one less race car to deal with.

After a long morning of rounds, Izzie was ready for lunch. She purchased a green salad and water, sat down at a table in the corner, eating alone for the day. She didn't want to face George. Call it avoidance, but it was a coping technique she was willing to use.

Just as she put down her water bottle, she saw a pair of eyes directly in front of her.

"Izzie, can we talk?"

She nodded her head, afraid of words. Afraid of what she'd say back. She'd let him talk.

"Izzie, I can't. You know that. I'm married. Please, don't make this harder than it already is. There's Callie, I'm married, Callie. She and I are together. We love eachother, we have to love eachother. She's my wife, till death do us apart, in sickness and in health. Always. I made her that promise. I did, Izzie, I did. I can't go back on that word. I'm—"

"Married" She cut him off. "I know, you've said it about a million times already.."

"NO!"

Izzie was taken aback.

"I'm sorry for shouting Izzie. But you have to stop!"

"Stop what George? What?"

"Stop making it impossible for me to love CALLIE! Stop saying negative things with undertones. Stop making me go crazy every time I see you cry, or get angry and upset, only knowing that I can't comfort you. Just STOP!"

And with that he stood up from the table and ran. Ran back into the hospital leaving a stunned Izzie behind him.

Any way, hope you liked it.

Keep up the R&R…it makes me happy!!!!!

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