Ok…wow…Thanks for all the "rave reviews" people.

I hope I can live up to it in this next chapter…

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"Hey Dr. O'Malley"

George, who had just rushed inside to escape from his Izzie. She was frustrating, perfect, no Frustrating ! George reminded himself so many times that he was married, and for what? To make himself feel better about his decision? To cover the pain it felt that he truly loved another woman over his supposed-to-be beloved wife?

George turned his head towards the voice. The last person he wanted to see was right there, in front of him. Damn it!

"Hey Callie O'Malley" George replied, making sure to soften his roughened tone that he had just used while speaking to Izzie.

Callie laughed. "Your never going to let me live it down that your last name happens to rhyme with my first name, are you?"

"Well, I might. There's no telling about Alex though…"

She laughed again. She was beautiful when she laughed. Her smile seemed to light up the darkest of rooms. And she was radiant too. Her bronze-like skin was easily complimented by the fluorescent bulbs in the hospital. Yet, George didn't feel attracted to her. Yes, she was beautiful, and yes, she was adorable. But she didn't make him feel all twisted inside every time he saw her. When she laughed, it didn't effect him the way it used to. Before, he would've nearly melted at the sound of her melodic laughter. Now, all he can think of is how weak her laughing compares to hers. Her laughing is special. It makes him want to jump up and down and all around. He lights up with her every time he sees her laugh. And he cries every time her light seems to die out. Izzie was everything, Callie was just there.

"George, I was thinking. Maybe we could go out to dinner tonight. There's this new tavern about 15 minuets away from here. Very quaint, very atmospheric. Of course, it's a little pricey… and I know you hate knowing you can't pay for me…but I'd be happy to pay. It'll be really fun…"

George wasn't paying attention. Callie kept rambling on about something he didn't even bother to recognize. He thought she said dinner. Yes, dinner would be nice. He could imagine Izzie in a fancy dress, her hair done up, her makeup natural. And him, dressed in a tie and coat. The two of them walking together up to the restaurant, hand in hand, as they opened the door. They would find their table in the reserved section, and the waiter would bring them a fabulous meal that they would share. He would feed her with a fork, then with only his fingers, enjoying the touch of her lips against the pads of his finger. And then, a dessert. Chocolate, of course, her favorite. Strawberries, Fudge Cake, you name it. This time, she would feed him, allowing her fingers the same pleasure. Then, taking a pretzel rod in each of our mouths, we would each nibble our way till our lips met. We'd have to go home before the deed was done right there in the booth and---

"George!"

He was awakened out of his daydream. His amazing daydream.

"Were you even paying attention?"

George shook his head no. Unable to form words, he just looked at her, dumbfounded.

"Wipe that look off your face, George. I'll pick you up at 7:30 and don't be late"

And with that, she stormed off, in a huff. But George didn't care in the least. Her leaving meant he could be alone, to think of a way to fix all of this. He had to fix it. He just had to. He couldn't keep on living a lie. Or could he?

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Izzie was left at the table, still in utter shock. Did George just admit to her that he loved her too? She wasn't sure. She couldn't just assume, either. Because assuming leads to hoping and hoping leads to wishing, and when your wish doesn't come true, you get shattered.

Just out of the corner of her eye, Christina was headed for her table.

Why was Christina heading for me ? Izzie thought. She couldn't possibly want to talk to me. I mean, we never talk unless Meredith is around. Its weird…

"Hey Izzie" Christina muttered without emotion.

"Hey…." Izzie slurred out. She wasn't sure what else to say around her.

They both sat in silence, Izzie eating her salad and Christina eating her hot dogs. The only sounds heard were those of the other interns in the cafeteria chatting incessantly over the latest gossip from the grape vine.

"Look Izzie." Christina broke the silence.

"What Christina?" Izzie questioned unaware of what she could possibly want to talk about.

"Ok, well, me and Mer, we have an feeling that um…Oh God…um…that you and George..."

"Ok fine you CAUGHT ME. YES I slept with him, OK? Are you happy, GOD!"

Izzie stood up and exited the cafeteria just as fast as George had earlier.

"Ok, wow. I was gonna say that they were in another fight.---I HAVE to tell Mer!" And with that Christina hopped up, threw her half eaten dog away, and rushed to the nurses station to page Meredith.

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"Ok Christina, what's up? And make it quick, I have to prep for surgery in OR 3. Derek got a patient that has a brain tumor and I get to help remove it. This better not be more Burke problems, or else I'll—"

"Bambi slept with Izzie!"

Meredith's mouth dropped wide open. That's what she had thought at first, but she never thought that she would be right.

"Are you sure Christina?"

"Yes, the model just told me at lunch. I was telling her how we thought she was in a fight with him… again!..but she cut me off before and told me they had sex!"

Meredith shook her head. This couldn't be good. At all.

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Izzie ran into the nearest on-call room. She wasn't going to get paged anytime soon, all her patients were stable. She just needed to relax. To clear her mind.

She took off her glasses and let down her hair. She climbed up into the top bunk. She knew she couldn't fall asleep. That wasn't an option for a surgical intern, especially not on her shift. She stared up into the wall.

Just then, light flooded into the room. The door was opened. The light was closed off again as the door closed. Izzie kept her mouth shut, not wanting to reveal to anyone who was in the room.

Then, she heard the person who entered the room speak.

"Hellooo? Anyone in here?"

It was George! She tightened up real quick. She held in her breath, and made sure not to move even the slightest inch.

"Hellooo?"

He sighed, took off his sneakers, and plopped into the bottom bunk, where a stiffened Izzie rest right above.

"What do I do George" H e asked himself. "There's Callie, yes. And she's wonderful. She's waited so long for me. She never gave up on me. She gave me so many—too many--- chances. She could've left me. She could've ignored me. But no, she wanted to be with me so badly that she waited. And now we're together. After all this drama, we're together."

Izzie almost let out a sigh of frustration. But she quickly covered her mouth with one hand, using her other hand to grip the edge of the bed railing.

"But do I even want to be with her? Do I want to be with Dr. Callie O'Malley? Yes, don't I. I love her. But what about Izzie. She knows me better than anyone every could. She's been my best friend since, God, since our first 48 hour shift. It was us who convinced Mer to let us stay in her house, It was us who had to help her after Mcdreamy. We were the watchers, the safe ones, together. And just recently, I've thought…maybe…there was something more to us than friends. I mean, the way she told me that it was a mistake to marry Callie, I'm not sure, but it sounded like jealousy in her voice after that. She always seemed to rag on her everytime we talked about Callie. I never knew why. But then, oh God, when she and I…it felt so good, so right. It didn't feel wrong. It never crossed my mind that I was sleeping with the wrong girl, because I was married. It didn't effect me until I remembered Callie. Then, I tried so hard to mask my emotions for Izzie. I just, didn't want to add more drama to my relationship with Callie. But I did, Callie doesn't know it yet, I donm't think, but I've added more than drama. I've added conflict. I can't be with Callie and be secretly in love with Izzie. I just can't. There has to be something I can do so that everyone can be happy. But there isn't George. There isn't…"

George sighed. He remained lying down until he finally dozed off to sleep. Izzie heard his loud snoring, and took it as a sign to get out of the room. Carefully, she wrapped her legs around the railing of the bed. She jumped, and landed on the ground with a light thud. She knew George could sleep through anything, so she risked it. She grabbed a hold of her glasses and walked out of the room, allowing herself to finally take a deep breath.

So George thinks about me too…

So, maybe not as good as other chapters, but I thought it was necessary for Izzie to find out. And I thought it was a creative-ish way. Something similar to what would happen on the show if it ever were to happen. IDK!

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R&R please….

And, also, give ur input on what u'd like to see happen nxt. I'm having a bit of writer's block, and your suggestions will hopefully spark new ideas. But I won't wish for it, because if it doesn't come true, I'll be shattered….lol