A/N I'm Back people!! Just like i promised, i had finals and school and crap liek that but now i'm back and i am going to finish this story. Sorry for the long wait.

The light broke through the living room window, and George started to stir. He felt groggy and confused? Where was he? He knew this wasn't his bed that he was lying on, no it was too small to be his bed. Something smelled too, like…sulfur?

George opened his eyes slowly and looked around and found himself, not in his apartment, but Izzie's living room. Suddenly the memories started to come back to him.

"Just lay her down on my bed" Izzie said following George up the stair and into her room. As they got to her door George stopped in front of the door, she took a moment to realize he needed help then she grabbed the door knob and opened the door.

"Thanks" he said breathless as he walked past her into the room. He set Mrs. Stevens head down on the pillow and grabbed a blanket from the end of the bed and put it over her. This moment reminded him all to well of when he had put Izzie up here after she had drank a little too much. "There we go." he whispered. George felt Izzie's eyes on him from the door way. He looked back at her and smiled "What?"

Izzie just shook her head "You are….unpredictable." she said.

He took a few steps toward her "Is that a good thing?"

"I don't know."

George looked down at his feet and smiled, then he took a glance back at her mom "Well," then he looked back up at her "I guess I should take off. You probably are so sick of me by now."

"Very true." she agreed.

"Right well I'll see you tomorrow." he said as he headed out the door past her.

"George wait." she said grabbing his arm. He looked down at her arm. Izzie seemed to notice that and she took her hand away from his arm. "You can crash on the couch if you want, I mean it's pretty late and you did help get my mother home alive and all. It's the least I could do."

"Thanks. That would be great. I'm pretty beat. A lot of excitement today, you know in surgery, at Joe's, and…in the…on call room." George couldn't help but smile at Izzie's blushed cheeks.

"About that…" Izzie started.

"Don't worry, it's forgotten about." George cut her off.

"It's not that it wasn't good it's just…"

"That it was what it was, don't worry I know, I've done the same thing about a million times." They looked at each for another moment then George smiled again "Well good night."

Izzie smiled back "Yeah good night."

That's the lest thing George remembered from before he fell asleep. Izzie's smile. He had no idea what hold this girl had over him but whatever it was, it was strong and annoying. George was about to close his eyes again when he got another wiff of sulfur which made him cover his nose tightly.

"Hey your up." Izzie said as she walked in with a cup of coffee and a plate of eggs. "Meredith made breakfast." she said handing him the plate of eggs. He uncovered his nose and smelled the eggs then covered his nose tighter then the last time.

"What is that smell?" he said looking grossly at the food as he sat it down on the coffee table.

Izzie laughed lightly "That's Meredith's cooking, she wanted to do something special for you, so she cooked."

"Is that what you call that? I thought it was a chemistry project gone wrong, very very wrong." George said taking the coffee and sniffing it to make sure it didn't share the same smell. Once he realized it was safe he took a long gulp.

"George…" Izzie trialed off.

George looked up at her curiously "Yes?"

"Never mind."

"No what did you want to say?"

Izzie rolled her eyes and finally gave in "Last night in the car," she paused "it seemed like we were kinda, sorts, having a ….'moment'" she put quotes around the word 'moment' "and I just want ed make sure that you understand…"

"Izzie I already told you I understand that yesterday was not something to talk about again, that it was what it was, and that we are going to forget about it. If there was a 'moment' then it was just us remembering what had happened in the on-call room and us remembering how good it was. That doesn't mean we should, or are going to do it again." he paused and smiled at her, "Unless you want to then that's a whole other story. Cause I'm up for it whenever you are, I mean it was really good." he said.

Izzie grabbed the pillow next to her and hit him over the head "George! Can you ever not be a manwhore, for like one minute?" then she got up and was about to leave.

"Wait." George said standing up, Izzie stopped walking and turned to look at him. "I'm sorry that was uncalled for and I get your reasons for hitting me. I'm sorry." he repeated.

"It's fine." Izzie said rolling her eyes. "Hurry up and get your ass dressed, we are going to be late." she said as she left the room. George could help but smile as he downed the rest of his coffee and grabbed his jacket.