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.

011: Love

Continuity: After Time After Time

It was obvious. He wondered how long she'd been looking at him like that. Izzie's eyes were the windows to her soul. Even while carefully avoiding her gaze, George could see it, hidden behind her fake smiles.

George knew that look. It was the look Izzie had reserved for Denny.

That look was never directed toward him. That was the look Izzie wore when she loved someone.

That meant Izzie loved him.

He averted his gaze when she looked up.

What scared George the most wasn't that Izzie loved him, but that he might be in love with her, too.

012: Hate

Continuity: Scars and Souvenirs

It wasn't that she hated Callie. Callie had been good for George. She'd brought him out of that broken period after the sad sex with Meredith.

Why then, did Izzie feel a strange sense of jealousy bubbling in the pit of her stomach whenever she saw George with Callie? It could've the fact that George had hardly any time for her lately.

But this feeling was nothing compared to the time when George had moved out. This was more intense, borderline hatred.

And then Izzie came to a conclusion.

She didn't hate Callie. She just hated George and Callie together.

013: Roommates

Continuity: Season Two

"I told you not to use my toothbrush!"

Izzie ignored him. George was yelling through the door, refusing to enter while she was in the shower. "Can't hear you!"

George burst into the room, back to her. "Look, if you like my toothbrush so much I'll buy you one just like it. Just don't use mine!"

"But I like yours because it's already broken in. The new ones have rough bristles..."

"Izzie, seriously."

"Don't worry. I didn't use your toothbrush."

"...You didn't?"

"No." George gave a relieved sigh. "But Doc had major plaque buildup. Dogs' teeth are very sensitive... "

"IZZIE!"

014: Time

Continuity: Anytime

"You realize it's three a.m.?" As if the blaring red numbers on the digital clock hadn't tipped her off.

"But we're on-call. And I'm bored." George groaned as he rolled over on the bottom bunk to see Izzie's legs dangling above.

"What're you doing?"

"Time flies when you're having fun." She jumped to the ground, yanking him up by the arm and dragging him out of the room. "So let's go have some fun, and our shift'll be over in no time!"

"What are we gonna do in a deserted hospital?"

That was the night George learned of midnight wheelchair races.

015: Moment

Continuity: During the Intern Mixer

He poured himself his fifth glass of punch and sighed heavily. This was just like high school dances. The popular kids were mingling and having a good time, and here he was lingering next to the punch bowl-

-and a very hot blonde. Nearly choking on his punch, he extended his hand. "George O'Malley. Oregon Health and Sciences University."

He then promptly spilled red punch all down his shirt. The blonde simply grinned as he cursed, trying to mop up the spill with his tie. His eyes locked with hers, and she laughed.

"...Isobel Stevens. My friends call me Izzie."