Author's Note: Here's the introduction of McSteamy into Grey Manor.

AU: Meredith did NOT sleep with O'Malley so he's still hung up on her. I may introduce an Izzie/George element because I like the ship, just not how Shonda incorporated it. If she had done it around this time in canon, they would have been golden.

The news will spread fast in the hospital, starting the drama.


It wouldn't be Grey's without the drama.

On with the show.

Disclaimer: NOT MINE. NEVER WILL BE. DON'T SUE.

"I'm worried about her, George. She's barely speaking anymore."

"Look, at least she hasn't brought another guy home. It's progress."

Izzie Stevens rolled her eyes at the hint of bitterness in his tone and decided that enough was enough. George O'Malley needed to face reality before he did something stupid.

She put down her bowl of muffin mix and looked him dead in his big amber eyes.

"It's not going to happen. Meredith sees you as a friend and maybe even a brother. Not as the next McDreamy. You need to move on because I refuse to drag around a lovesick best friend, anymore. Wake up, George! Do you really think you've got a shot in hell with her?! Really?! You and I both know that she would go after Evil Spawn before you and she hates his guts!" she stated firmly, resisting the urge to shake him.

What is it about Meredith that attracts the guys? Everyone's after her, for god's sake!

He sighed deeply and nodded.

"I get it. I don't like it but I get it. I'll try to get over her."

"That's all I ask because unrequited love is like so 1999." she replied in her best valley girl on speed voice.

To her delight, he laughed and she kissed him on his forehead.

Lately, she had been feeling things for George.
Things that she didn't want to feel for George.
Not because he was a jerk or unattractive but because he was her person.
The last thing she needed was to screw that up because she was lonely and horny.

Still, she was drawn to him in a distinctly non best friend way.
Her subconscious had been working double time, churning out sexy dreams of him.

The dreams still haven't stopped and they're getting even raunchier. I wonder if he can put his leg behind his head...


A loud knock at the door made her jump and she blushed at George's curious look.

"Lost in thought?'

"Sort of. I...I'm going to go get that. You can have the spoon."

"Sweet!"

She laughed at his enthusiasm and headed down the hall.

To her surprise, Dr McSteamy...Dr. Sloan was there.

He had on a pair of black NYU sweats and a grey undershirt that hugged every rippling muscle he had. His big grey eyes looked at her and she shivered a bit.

God, no wonder Satan went for it! The man is liquid sex!

She opened the door and asked, "Yes?"

"Morning. Look, Little Mistress said that she needed her attic cleaned out before I could move in. Can I get started on that?"

"You're moving in? I thought you were going back to New York."

"I was but then Grey asked me to stay. We Dirty Mistresses have to stick together, you know."

Izzie nodded dumbly and let him in.

"Wow. Nice digs."

"It's her mom's house."

"Mom's got good taste. Who's the guy in the kitchen?"

George was looking at him with shock.

"Uh... that's George. He lives here, too"

"What's up, man?"

"Nothing much. So, you're going to live here?"

''If I can get the attic clean. Where is it?"

"Trapdoor at the end of the hall. The ladder's built in."

"Thanks. Little Mistress is at work so you guys can get details from her."

Izzie exchanged significant looks with George and nodded.

"Oh, we will."

"You did what?!"

Meredith sighed at Christina Yang's loud question and patiently repeated her statement.

"I asked McSteamy to stay and he's going to move into my house."

The Korean woman just looked at her and then grinned.

"Just when I think you're boring, you rise. Seriously?! You got Sloan in your house?! What'd you offer him?"

"A blowjob." she dead panned.

Christina's jaw dropped and Meredith shook with silent giggles.

"Oh, you are so easy."

"Shut up! What'd you offer him?'

"Friendship and a roof over his head."

"You do realize that McBastard and Satan are going to flip out, right?"

"They don't have any right to. I had nothing to do with what went on in New York. Mark's just a friend...and some serious eye candy. I got to see him without his shirt when I picked him up. Me-ow."

"I hate you! I'm suffering a Burke temper tantrum and you're getting a private show of ! How do you get all the luck?!"

"Because I'm sweet like that. Don't tell anyone, okay?"

"I'm your person. What kind of question is that?"

Little did Meredith know was that the intercom in the elevator was left on, letting the whole hospital in on it, including a certain McBastard.

It was going to be a long shift.