Here we are at the last chapter! Thank you everyone who has read and reviewed throughout the story. I really enjoyed writing it and reading your responses. I hope you like how it all ends. Thank you for being such a great audience! This will be my last fanfic for a while at least, so I hope my last will be my best! Katy
Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's
Taking Over Me part 13-conclusion
That night was the longest and the craziest night of Izzie's life- and most likely George's too. Izzie never thought it would end the way that it did. She never even thought it would end. She couldn't believe what she had done that night. She'd never thought she'd face anything like that in her life.
But she did.
They asked her so many questions, and she was finally able to give them answers, even though it still made her nervous, as though Al Chambers would come back just to say I told you to never tell anyone. She handled the interrogation quite well, even though at first she was convinced that she was going to be locked up for murder.
Because the way she looked at it, she was a murderer. She couldn't help but to think that way. And she always would, even if she didn't say so to anyone.
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She went home that night to more questions from Meredith and Alex, which she had to agree that it was only fair to tell them the truth, now that she could.
"You never told us this was happening?" Alex said disbelievingly. "How could you not tell us that this- that that was happening?"
"Well look where Callie ended up. And George. Can you really blaming me for not telling you? You really think I would want to risk that? Even though I did." She sighed. "And I shouldn't have. And I'll regret that I did. It didn't do me any good."
Alex and Meredith looked at each other, not exactly sure what to say.
"Well it's over now, right?" Meredith said in a hopeful voice. "It's all over and you won't have to worry about it anymore."
"Yeah," Izzie said, knowing even though he was gone, that he would always haunt her. He wouldn't let her forget.
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George sat down next to Izzie. It was the first time that they had been alone together since before the hotel incident. There was an awkward silence between them at first. Then George spoke.
"That was really something, what you did yesterday. It was brave of you."
Izzie had half been hoping that he wouldn't come into the on-call room to talk to her. But the other half did want to talk. He was the only one who could understand.
"I didn't know what else to do," she said, not looking at him but at her feet.
"You didn't do anything wrong," he said. "Look at me." She reluctantly did. "You didn't do anything wrong. You did it to save your life and mine. It was self defense."
"Yeah," she said.
"I mean it."
"I killed someone yesterday," she said. "And I don't even know how. I lost myself. All I could think about was…was making sure I didn't let him do anything more. I lost myself."
"You did what you had to," he said. "He would have killed both of us and you know it. So I want you to quit this right now. I mean it, I don't want to hear it anymore."
After a moment she nodded. She looked at him again.
"I'm so sorry," she said. "I'm sorry that this had to happen to you. You should have never been dragged into it."
"It's over now," he said. "He's gone, and everything is back to the way it was. You don't have to worry about any of it anymore."
"But George, yesterday-"
"Was yesterday," he said. "And today is today. Today is what matters. Yesterday is done."
"I'm really sorry. I have to say it George, so just let me. I'm sorry."
He looked at her for a moment then smiled. "Apology accepted. That better?"
"Yeah," she said, and smiled too.
"So there's no other crazy creepy guys in your past we should know about, is there?"
"Thankfully, no."
The door opened. It was Bailey. They looked at her. She simply looked back for a moment. She had only learned of what had happened that morning, since it happened late enough last night for her to miss it. She couldn't believe what had been going on. She felt rather guilty for being stern with Izzie; she was sure she would have acted the same way. But she was Bailey, and that was what she did. If she had known, then maybe it would have been easier.
"So," Bailey said. They just looked at her. "You both had an exciting night last night."
"You could call it that," Izzie said.
"So are you both able to be here today? If not-"
"No, we're fine," George said.
Bailey observed them foe a moment, judging if they should be trusted with that answer or not.
"Alright, fine. Then get to it. Come with me."
And they followed her out of the room.
That day at lunch Izzie sat with the rest of them for the first time in a while. And she did so without having to look over her shoulder. Well maybe once, but she couldn't help it, and no one seemed to notice.
She went out with them that night to Joe's, and that was the highlight of her week. She felt relaxed for the first time there, and was actually able to laugh. Laughing was nice. Real laughing. Her friends were glad to see her smile again too. It felt more like normal. And normal was good enough.
She went home that night with Mer and Alex, still feeling quite at ease. She was more than happy to have back her life. He had taken over her for way too long. She lay in her bed for only minutes before she fell asleep. She wanted to sleep quite badly, to really sleep.
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She walked by herself. It was dark, but it wasn't a bad dark. More of a calm dark. She never thought dark could be calm, but it was. She walked for a while, happy to be alone and at peace. Now this was the way life should always be.
Then she nearly tripped over something that she had missed because of the darkness. She looked down to see what she had stumbled upon. She backed away.
It was a person.
No, not just a person. It was George.
She continued to back away, her heart speeding, tears running down her face. Then she knocked into someone. She gasped.
"I told you I couldn't let you get away," Al Chambers said to her, blood sliding down his terrible grinning face.
She screamed and turned to run away. But she couldn't. She would never get away. All she could do was scream and wait for it to end.
Someone called her name. Someone was coming to save her. But where were they? She didn't have time.
They called again, and this time it was quite clear. She realized she was no longer in the darkness. Alex was in front of her. She was still screaming.
Though they came less often as the days and weeks and even months went by, she never lost that dream.
I would like to thank my best friend Vanessa, who helped me with this story all the way through and kept me going. This story is for you. Even if it is creepy.
Katy
