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Note: Flashbacks are in italics.
"Sloane," shrieked Izzie, who suddenly made a mad dash to find all of her clothes.
"What did you do with my clothes," she exclaimed. Izzie could not believe what was happening.
"There is no way I drank enough to sleep with McSteamy," she thought.
"Relax, Stevens. Usually, when women wake up in my room they are happy and satisfied, not trying to leave. Besides, if you would calm down for just one second, you would realize that your clothes are on your body, as were mine when I woke up this morning," replied Mark, "However, the only thing currently separating me from nakedness is this lone towel right now. So why don't we get you naked as well and we'll go back to bed. I promise this time we'll do more than just sleep."
"You are unbelievable," huffed Izzie as she made a beeline for the door.
Sloane grinned, "Well, I have been told that many times, but I'll let you find out for yourself. I guarantee that you won't be disappointed."
"You are an arrogant ass who thinks that all women should worship at your feet. Well guess what, I am not going to be one of those bimbos," seethed Izzie, "Next time I see you at the hospital, you will act professional and pretend that anything that happened in the past 24 hours did not occur."
With those last remarks, Izzie left the hotel room, slamming the door behind her.
"Oh, she wants me," thought Sloane, as he began to develop a plan to woo the beautiful Isobel Stevens.
"I do not want him," repeated Izzie over and over as she left the hotel and jumped in a cab. When she got home, the house was quiet, and Izzie was grateful that she did not have to explain her sudden appearance home at 9 o'clock in the morning. Izzie went upstairs to take a shower, desperately trying to wash off any traces that she had spent the night in McSteamy's hotel room.
"Watch me get some type of disease from sleeping in that man's bed, then everyone in the hospital will know what happened," she thought again.
Izzie spent a good hour in the shower, inhaling the flowery scents that escaped in the air. As she began to feel more clean, the memories of the previous night cam rushing back.
After a long, stressful day at work, it seemed like everyone decided to go to Joe's to have a few drinks and unwind. First, Izzie, Meredith, and Derek came and sat down at a table, while Christina, Alex, and Burke soon followed. The group drank and laughed, becoming seemingly out of character with every beer or shot they drank.
Meanwhile, Mark Sloane, a self-proclaimed womanizing, manwhore, and selfish jackass, was leaving the hospital to make his way across the street o Joe's. Mark was in a particularly bad mood, and wondered how his life became so twisted.
His childhood consisted on two deadbeat parents, then as an adult, Mark ruined a lifelong friendship by sleeping with his best friend's wife, subsequently destroying that relationship as well by doing what he did best, cheating and lying. However, he finally thought that he could finally have Addison. All he needed to do was be sex-free for 60 days. A simple task when said aloud, but far harder to actually achieve. If anyone knew about the bet, most would probably place their money on Mark giving into temptation first, but it was Addison who was the one to effectively put an end to their relationship once and for all. Not even two weeks had gone by, before she told him that she had broken their deal. Too shocked and angry, he didn't bother to ask her with whom, instead deciding to get drunk and sleep with the next available and willing woman that could help him drown in his sorrows. However, Mark's main goal tonight was to get plastered.
As Mark entered Joe's Bar, he noticed the table of interns and attendings laughing and having a great time. Halfway tempted to make his presence known, Mark quickly decided just to take a seat at the bar. "Scotch" he told Joe, "and keep it coming."
"Bad day?" asked a blonde who quickly sat next to him. Normally, Mark would be all over this woman for she was definitely his type. Long legs, blonde hair, fake boobs, ditzy attitude, but tonight something told him just to brush the woman away. She left in a huff, cursing under her breath. Besides, it was a scenario that Mark had gotten use to over the past few weeks.
Unbeknownst to Mark, Christina witnessed this exchange and whispered to Meredith and Izzie, "McSteamy just blew off some blonde twig without so much as a glance!" However, drunk Christina's whispers were more like yelling, and soon the whole table was staring at Mark.
Derek grumbled and pretended to seem upset, but in his head he was wondering what was going on with his former best friend. The past few days Mark had been moping around the hospital, barking order at the interns in an angrier manner than usual. However, Derek's thoughts were soon interrupted by Meredith's hand moving slowly up his leg. Before things got too heated, Derek dragged Meredith out of the bar, and soon Burke and Christina followed suit.
"I think I am going to head out too" said Alex "You need any help getting home?"
"No. I'll call a cab. I think I'm just going to stay here for a little while longer," said Izzie,
As Alex left, Izzie went back to her thoughts. Over the past few weeks she had developed an increasing fascination with Mark Sloane. He guided her through drilling Burr holes in the guy's head at the Ferry accident, even letting her finish the procedure at the hospital. Even on probation, Mark had stuck up for Izzie by allowing her to scrub in on that other surgery, and since her speech on respect, the two had actually grown to develop an admiration towards one another. The two would often spar in the hallways, spurting one quip after the other in a sarcastic tone. But in the past few days, Izzie had noticed an extreme shift in Mark's demeanor. Izzie had just assumed it had to do with the no-sex pact told her about with Addison, but when Mark walked in the bar, she knew it was something more. After silently debating the situation in her head, Izzie ultimately decided to approach Mark at the bar.
"Is this seat taken?" she asked quietly.
"It is now," he said without so much as a look her way. As Izzie sat down, all the women in the room suddenly became envious of the girl who had snagged the hot, rugged stud at the bar.
Racking her brain for possible small talk, Izzie decided on the staple, "How was your day?" she asked.
"Look, as much as I appreciate what you are trying to do, I don't feel like talking right now. So if you don't mind, I'd like to just drown my sorrows in scotch at the present moment." Mark told her.
Izzie decided that even though Mark would never admit it, he needed someone to lean on. So she decided to sit next to him quietly until he was either ready to talk or too drunk to make it home on his own.
Two hours later, Izzie was starting to feel that her plan needed to be revised. Mark had barely looked her way, and she was beginning to wonder if he was too far gone to be fixed.
As much as Mark tried to ignore her, Izzie wouldn't budge from her seat. On the one hand, he was annoyed by her persistence, yet on the other hand, he admired her determination to stay. Mark was also grateful that no one, no other girls that is, dared to approach him with Izzie protectively looking over him. After a few months in Seattle, Mark had no friends, lived in a hotel, and lost what he believed to be the love of his life. So after a few more drinks, Mark was grateful that Izzie was kind enough to stick around and help him get back to his room.
The can ride and the walk to his hotel room was relatively uneventful, but when they got to the door, Izzie had the uncomfortable task of searching Mark for his hotel key.
"If you wanted me Izzie, all you had to do was ask," uttered Mark who was clearly drunk and on his way to passing out in the middle of the hallway if Izzie couldn't find his key.
Izzie ignored his drunken ramblings, retrieved his hotel key from his wallet, and gently helped him make his way to his bed. Izzie removed his shoes and went to put the comforter over Mark, when suddenly, he reached for Izzie and gave her a hug.
"Thanks" he mumbled before passing out. Little did Mark know that his show of affection effectively trapped Izzie underneath him. Izzie carefully tried to wiggle her way out, but it was no use. She was trapped under Mark, Dr. Sloane, her attending….She wondered what Christina and Meredith would say if they saw her now.
Soon Izzie drifted off to sleep, knowing that things would be uncomfortable in the morning, but the need for sleep overcame her rational thoughts that she needed to find a way to escape and get home.
As promised, this chapter was longer than the last. I hope you enjoyed it! Please, review, review, review, and I might consider posting the next chapter within a few days.