5:30

Izzie had been staring at her clock for the past ten minutes hoping that she could use the power of her brain to make the clock stop ticking.

5:31

It obviously wasn't working out so well. It was Friday today and although she had hope, wished, and preyed that the last two days would go at snail speed it ended up going at wrap speed and now her mother was going to be here in 9 hours.

Beep-Beep

The alarm clock started beeping for the second time, she was actually suppose to be up ten minutes ago but she just couldn't seem to find the will power to get up. She felt like the weight of the world was thrown onto her shoulders and the weight of it all was slowly sinking her into a dark abyss. This is why I don't visit her, I hate feeling this way. The stress of being around her feels like an on going stroke.

After lying there for another minute listening to the beeping of her clock she finally switched the clock off and hauled herself up. She was going to try and forget about her mother this morning, she was going to enjoy the piece and quiet while she could.

Izzie headed down the hall to the bathroom and turned on the shower. While waiting for the water to get warm she looked at herself in the mirror and found dark circles under her eyes, Great another thing for mom to pick apart, I can hear it now "Isobel you are starting to look really old those dark circles are not flattering on you." This is going to be one hell of a day.

She went over and checked the water temp then stripped down and got into the shower hoping that it would help her de-stress…..no such luck.

"Hey Cricket!" George said as he caught up with Izzie on the way into the hospital.

"Stop." Izzie snapped, for the past two days he had been calling her that every chance he got.

George chuckled "Why? It's adorable." They stopped in front of the elevator, George reached over and pushed the UP button.

"Could you just…not? Please?" Izzie asked looking at the elevator doors.

"Someone's got their panties in a twist today." George said looking over at her. "What's wrong?"

Izzie shook her head slightly "Nothing."

"Yeah right, come on, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"You if you don't tell me I can't help." George said tuning to her.

"Oh like you care!" Izzie said getting angry.

"I do."

"No you don't." Izzie said looking at her watch. "Fuck this." she tuned and headed toward the stairwell. George watched her go and narrowed his eyes in confusion. Something was up with her and he knew it and if this nice guy act he was trying was going to work he had to figure out what it was and try and help.

The morning had seem to be semi-slow but not slow enough to Izzie, it was now 9 o'clock and the nerves were attacking like crazy and annoying the hell out of everyone. Cristina could barely stand to be around Izzie for more than a few minutes with out wanting to scream at her and Alex had taken to avoiding the blonde like the plague. Meredith seemed to be the only one that could stand being around her.

"You have got to calm down Izzie." Meredith said for the tenth time.

Izzie nervously drummed her fingers on the nurse's counter. "5 hours, she is going to be here in 5 hours. She is on her way now." Izzie said quickly "Even if I could calm down it would still be there in the back of my head."

"What would be?" Meredith asked writing a few notes on a chart.

"This giant neon sign telling me that her coming here is a mistake and that I should do whatever I can to send her back home." Izzie explained as she bounced in place not being able to stand still.

"Listen," Meredith handed a nurse the chart and turned to Izzie "You need to find an out-lit something to take your mind off your mom for an hour or so. Something that will distract you."

"An out-lit."

"Yes an out-lit. And while you're at it try to not send Cristina to the psych ward, Ok?" Meredith joked smiling at her.

"Ok."

With that Meredith walked away leaving Izzie to think. She started to walk down the hallway trying to find something to do. She looked at the board to see if there were any surgeries she could scrub in on but only found a few really boring procedures. She looked down the list of surgeries and stopped at Dr. Shepard's craniotomy, she noticed that the resident that was scrubbed in at the moment was George. She knew she shouldn't be even considering what she was considering but right now it was the only thing that she knew would keep her mind occupied for at least an hour.

She thought about it for another minute then pulled out her cell phone and typed in George's pager number. This is stupid, I shouldn't be doing this. She sent a message telling him where to meet her and then headed off.

Beep-Beep

"Dr. O'Malley, it's your pager." a nurse said to George as he and Derek took out the tumor pressing on the patient's brain.

"Go ahead O'Malley, this is almost done, I got it from here." Derek said not looking up from the open brain.

"Are you sure?" George asked.

"Yeah go ahead, I'm sure you are needed more somewhere else."

"Ok." Go stepped back and handed off his tools to a near by nurse. He ripped off his gloves and grabbed his pager and headed into the scrub room. After washing his hands he looked down at the page. On-Call room. 3rd floor. He looked at it strangely but headed out to see what was up.

He reached the on-call room and tried to open the door but it was locked. He gave it a few good twists but it wouldn't budge. He was about to give up and go back to the surgery when he heard the door click and then it opened and a arm pulled him inside. He was forced up against a wall and when he gained focus of what had just happened he found himself face to face with Izzie.

"What the hell?" he said in slight pain from the being thrown against the wall.

"Shut up." Izzie said "This is how this is going to go, I need to de-stress that is all this is, we are not going to talk, after today this isn't to be discussed about again, in fact when this is over just pretend like you don't even know me, there will be no talking about our feeling or cuddling after, this is just sex and that is it, is that understood?" She said staring him down.

George just nodded and said "Got it."

"Good. Now come here." she said pulling his lips to hers. At first it was a hard slow kiss that was just helping them build a fire between them, but the kisses soon became faster and more frantic. They both were running their hands down each others sides, trying to get as close as possible. George slowly turned them around so Izzie was pinned to the wall, he reached behind her and turned the lock to make sure no one was going to barge in anytime soon. He roughly ripped his lips away from hers and started to kiss his way down her neck making Izzie moan loudly. When he reached her shoulder he backed away and pulled up on the bottom of her scrub top pulling it up over her head, then he continued his attack on her neck.

Izzie pushed him back slightly leading them over to the bunk bed. When his legs hit the side of the bed George sat down on the side of the bed looking up at Izzie. She reached back and pulled out the clips in her hair and let her fall down to her shoulders. She then reached back and unclipped her bra and let it fall to the ground. George didn't even look down he kept direct eye contact with her the whole time. She climbed onto his lap and attacked his lips again. He reached up and grabbed the back of her head deepening the kiss even more. Izzie reached down and grabbed the hem of his shirt and started to pull it up, breaking their lips apart for a moment to get the shirt over his head. She threw the piece of clothing to the ground and continued to kiss him.

They stayed like that for a few moments before George grabbed the back of her thighs and readjusted them so they slowly laid down onto the bed. They both pulled at each others pants strings and pushed them down. George started to attack her neck again as Izzie ran her hands through his hair and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Ge-George?" she moaned out.

"Hmmm?" George said he as continued to kiss her neck.

"Do you have…. Have a …" Izzie had trouble speaking "have a…you know a… a condom?" she said kissing the side of his head trying to redirect his lips to hers.

George kissed his way up her face then gave her a quick peck on the lips. "Yeah one second." he said as he sat up slightly, detangling himself from Izzie's legs and reached to the end of the bed for his pants. He grabbed his wallet from the pocket of his pants and took out the small pack of condoms he kept in there. He laid back down on top of Izzie and fiddled with the wrapper of one of them for a moment and finally got it open. "Here." he gave it to her and she reached down and slowly slid it on him making him moan loudly.

"Ok." she said after it was on, she reached up and pulled his lips down on hers and wrapped her legs around his waist again. George put his hands on both sides of Izzie's waist, gripping her tightly as he quickly thrusted himself up and into her.

The moment he made contact with her Izzie broke her lips away from his and let out a small yell of pleasure. George kissed her again and began to thrust quickly trying to get her to yell out again. And she did, again, and again. Each thrust she would moan making George move faster and faster. He reached up and grabbed the bar to the bed trying using it to help him go faster. He buried his head in her neck listening intensely to the sounds coming out of her mouth, he couldn't get enough of them.

Izzie felt herself slowly loose control, and before she knew it she was shaking out of control and felt the rest of the world start to melt away from her and George.

"George!" she yelled out not caring if the rest of the hospital could hear her. All she cared about was holding onto this feeling he was giving to her. George kissed her neck lightly as he continued at the fast speed they were going at.

Izzie was just starting to gain focus again of everything that was happening when she felt another wave hit her. She had no idea what was going on around her but she could feel George start to slow down giving longer and deeper thrusts than before. The sensation that was sent down her body was almost too much to handle. George moved his head out of her neck and started to kiss her lips again. She could tell he was close now, he was frantically kissing her lips trying to hold onto the feeling knowing it was soon going to be over. Then he gave one slow, smoldering kiss as she felt him let go and pour himself into her.

He put his forehead to hers as he road out the waves of pleasure coursing through him. It was about a minute later when pulled his head up, he opened his eyes and looked down at Izzie who was looking right back up at him. There eyes locked with each other and they couldn't seem to move away. They both were breathing heavily and George's hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead. Izzie reached up and brushed a few strains of hair out of his eyes making him shiver slightly. She put her hand on the back of his head and pulled him down into the nape of her neck. She closed her eyes at the feeling of his breath on her skin and just tried to slow her breathing so she could pull herself together, get up, and leave.

George began softly kiss her neck again and Izzie started to feel that loss of control coming on again. She reminded herself why she was here, to keep her mind off of what was going to happen later that day, and she let her control get lost again, at least this one last time.