Doc Note: To be clear, the challenge is started to create thirty drabbles. I'd like to see how far I can take this. If any of you have a one-word prompt you'd like to suggest for O'Stevens, let me know and I'll see what I can do. It would be greatly appreciated.

Oh, and no offence to Sanjaya meant in this chapter. But, in my opinion, he was terrible.

006: Cold

Continuity: During Time After Time

His hands were cold. That was the only thought processing through her head at the time. Izzie paid no attention to the hole being drilled into her hip. She was preoccupied with the fact that George's hands were cold.

Which was completely contradictory to the rest of George.

George's eyes were warm, even behind that firm stare he was giving her. His voice was comforting. Even George's breath was warm against her ear.

"Just so you know, I'm staying. Here. For you."

George's hands were cold.

But they was nothing compared to how his words had just made Izzie shiver.

007: Dead

Continuity: During Losing My Religion

"One minute he was proposing, and now..." George was stunned speechless. Izzie's tone was strong. She was trying to keep it together. But her false strength crumbled as the tears began to spill down her cheeks. "He's gone."

George knew what she meant. 'Gone' was a synonym for 'dead' in doctors' terms. His gaze drifted briefly to Denny Duquette's limp body. He was dead. There was no doubt about it.

His eyes drifted to Izzie. It seemed as if a piece of her had died with Denny.

And George felt a little piece of him die at that moment, too.

008: Alive

Continuity: During Scars and Souvenirs

"...I desperately want you."

A slur of words. A giggle fit. A crash. And then, "Ow..."

More giggling.

Heavy breathing.

Calming breaths. Inhale. Exhale. Breathe.

And then it happened. The pause. The look. The rethinking.

And before Izzie even knew what was happening, George had leaned over, his bottom lip mashing with hers. Wide-eyed only for a moment, she relaxed into it, finding herself somewhat saddened when he pulled away.

George stared back at her, head tilted slightly to one side. Izzie stared steadily back, bring a finger to her lips.

"I have never felt so alive in my life..."

009: Music

Continuity: Anytime

Ding!

The elevator doors sprang open, and he smiled. Izzie slipped in next to him, pressing the trauma floor's button. George cast her a glance. She looked irritated.

"Why does elevator music always suck?"

George arched a brow. "What?"

"People joke about it all the time. You'd think someone would play some real music." She frowned.

He shrugged. "Like Madonna?"

"Or U2. Hell, I'd take Sanjaya over this stuff."

George laughs. Izzie giggles.

"Okay, maybe not Sanjaya..."

Ding! The elevator doors open and George exits.

The next time they're alone in the elevator together, Izzie plays Madonna on her mp3 player.

010: (Author's Choice Two) Mistake

Continuity: After My Favorite Mistake

He averts his gaze, avoids her like the plague. Izzie still shoots him glances across the room during rounds, eyes closed as he presents his case. Even his voice soothes her, tricks her into thinking things are still the same.

He's George and she's Izzie. They're still best friends. They just made a mistake.

Mistake.

Izzie tests the word in her mouth and finds it tastes sour. How could anything that felt so right be a mistake?

And when she glances up as George's voice fades off, she catches him looking at her, too, and knows it wasn't a mistake.