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Callie found Meredith and Cristina eating their lunch in the cafeteria inside the hospital. No doubt because of the raging storm outside preventing them from meeting at their usual table in the outdoor area.
"Hey," she said walking up to their table with a trey in hand. "Have you guys seen George? We were supposed to have lunch together."
"I saw him earlier getting a patient's test results for Burke," Meredith offered. "But that was a while ago."
Callie nodded but Meredith could see she the other doctor's mind was somewhere else.
"Do you guys have lunch together every day?" Cristina asked, cynically.
"Well not every day, but yeah I'd like it if we could. Today he said he wanted to, too. But of course, he's not here," the dark hair raven said, annoyed as she looked around the room for her husband.
"Well I'm sure he just got caught up in a patient or something," Meredith said, trying to calm the other woman's nerves.
"Or caught up in Stevens," Callie muttered.
"God I hope Burke doesn't want to do the lunch thing everyday after we get married. That would just kill," Cristina said, bluntly.
Both women looked at her with raised eyebrows.
"What? I gotta have space. This is my space," she said, gesturing to their table.
Callie looked at her with a furrowed brow.
"Whatever," she muttered before turning and walking over to Addison's table and sitting down.
Meredith watched Callie as she talked to Addison. She could see that she was once again complaining to the other woman about her husband.
"Do you think she's this controlling in bed with George as she is out side of it?" Cristina asked with a smirk on her face.
Meredith giggled at her friend before answering. "I dunno. I try not to think of anything that involves sex and George since the last time I did it almost caused the start of the apocalypse."
"Hey, did you guys hear that the hospital was struck by lightening again?" Alex said as he sat down at the table with them.
"Ooh maybe we'll get some lightening victim's today. We haven't had one of those in a while," Cristina said, excitedly. "I call first dibs!"
"You're a strange strange girl," Meredith said while taking a bit of her apple.
"And you have apocalyptic causing emo sex. What's your point?"
Meredith threw her napkin at her friend across the table.
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George was pacing back and forth in the small compartment as Izzie watched while sitting on the floor behind him. It had been at least 30 minutes since the elevator had come to a complete stop between floors and with every minute that passed the temperature rose. She had taken off her lab coat and chucked it to floor beside her.
George had spent the first 20 minutes pushing every button on the panel, trying to get someone's attention on the small intercom. For the last ten minutes he had been walking back and forth muttering to himself about his luck. It was starting to get on her nerves.
Her beeper had gone off twice since she had been in there and the heat was starting to become unbearable, but you didn't see her panicking.
"George stop with the pacing, you're going to make me motion sick."
"Where is everybody?" He asked, frantically as he went back and pushed the intercom button repeatedly again. "Heeellloo?!?! Anyone?!"
"Panicking isn't going to help, George. Jeez I thought you would be use to this since you've been here before."
"Last time I had to perform open heart surgery solo. My mind was a little preoccupied. And I'm not panicking!" He kept his back to her as he tried pushing every button on the panel again.
Izzie just shook her head as she watched him from behind.
Just then Bailey's voice came over the intercom.
"Hello? Anyone in there?"
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"Dude, did you hear about O'Malley and Stevens being stuck in the elevator?" Alex said, coming up to Cristina and Meredith as they filled out patient's charts at the nurse's station.
"Seriously? Again?" Meredith asked.
"Yeah. That guy is like the grim ripper for elevators." Alex snorted shaking his head.
"Is he stuck in there with another heart patient? I'm going be pissed if he is. He has the best luck," Cristina said.
"Nope just him and Izzie this time."
"Oh it would have been more interesting if he could have gone solo again on a super surgery. I'm going to have to remember to start riding more elevators with him," Cristina said, mostly to herself.
"It wasn't that super," Alex said, rolling his eyes.
"Aww, evil spawn jealous of bambi still? How sweet." Cristina mocked, pocking her bottom lip out at him.
"Are they both okay?" Meredith asked, concerned. "How long until they're out?"
Alex just shrugged. "Don't know. Didn't care enough to find out."
With that he walked off.
"I wonder if either one of them had any good cases that now need attending too?" Cristina said, walking away in the other direction leaving Meredith behind.
"Well aren't we just the loving bunch," Meredith said to no one in particular as she went back to her charts.
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George was back to pacing back and forth while Izzie was back to leaning against the railing just watching him.
It was about to drive him crazy. He had been doing so well with avoiding her and then this had to happen. He really hated the elevators at Seattle Grace and was beginning to think they hated him as well.
What was worst was that Izzie was so calm, which only made him more nervous. It wasn't that he was afraid of them falling to their painful fates, even if he did deserve that death, he was afraid of what he might do in close quarters with his best friend. He was afraid he would fall in a way that didn't have anything to with bone breaking impacts.
It killed him every time he thought about how weak he was. It had only been a few days since he had kissed his best friend in the very elevator they were stuck in now and it had taken every bit of his will power to avoid her since then. Now here he was stuck and nowhere to hide from her.
His wife didn't deserve what he was doing to her. She was innocent and deserved better. She loved him with her whole heart. And it was a love he needed after the whole Meredith fiasco and what he thought he needed after his father died.
But things were so complicated and hard between them. She always wanted the next step way before the next step had even registered in his mind. He didn't think a relationship should be that hard but he couldn't tell her that. Especially after what he done with Izzie and how easy it was to make such a complicated mistake with her. He had fallen into their one night of passion with more ease than any night he had spent married to his wife and that thought made him hate himself.
"George I can tell you're panicking again," Izzie said, breaking into his thoughts.
"I'm not panicking. I'm just…" He said, looking at her for the first time since they had heard from Bailey an hour ago. When he saw how flushed she looked from the stuffy atmosphere he flashed back to the night they were together and remember the same flushed look she had in the midst of their passion.
George promptly looked away and turned back to the panel of buttons. He pressed the intercom button but Bailey had already left to go tend to patients.
"Its just… what's taking so long?" He asked.
"You heard Bailey, apparently the storm of the century is raging outside and it's going to be a while before the repair man can get here."
"We are in one of the most technologically advanced hospitals on the west coast, how can their elevators suck so much?"
"Cause their spending their money on all the most technologically advanced hospital stuff instead?" Izzie smiled trying to lighten the mood.
George didn't notice though because he was to busy pressing his forehead against the cool metal doors, trying to find some sort of relief from the oppressing heat.
He was supposed to be having lunch with his wife. Once again he had broken his promise to her and somehow ended up right back with the one person that would hurt her the most.
"I betcha Cristina and Alex are fighting over my possible amputee guy as we speak," Izzie joked, once more. But once again George stayed silent.
Izzie sighed heavily. She felt badly for him. Clearly he had been trying his best to avoid a situation like this. His words had hurt earlier but she didn't believe he meant them. He was just going in for the easy kill.
"Look, I'm sorry George," Izzie tried. "I didn't mean for this to happen."
"Stop it," George muttered, keeping his head pressed against the cool metal. "Just stop with the apologies."
"I'm just saying that I'm sorry that we're stuck."
"It was the lightening. Bailey said so," George said, despondently.
"Yeah but I'm not just talking about the elevator," Izzie said, simply.
George moaned and lifted his head and let it fall heavily against the surface several times to show his frustrations.
"Not this again."
"I just think that we need to talk."
"What's the point? I'll talk, you won't listen, and then we'll be right back at the start."
"See, there you go. There's the problem," Izzie said, narrowing her eyes at him. "You talk. You tell me how it's going to be and say all these words about mistakes and making it right but its not. It's not right, George."
When he didn't respond she continued on.
"We never even left the start because we never really faced what happened between us to begin with. You were all… let's sweep it under the rug and pretend it never happened for Callie's sake, but screw the friendship and feelings that got swept right along with it. Your plan sucks."
George shot around and glared at her.
"Our… our plan sucks!" he sputtered, angry. "I mean it was our plan!"
"No no," Izzie said, getting angry again herself. "You were the one that said we weren't going to tell Callie. You were the one that said it was going to be our secret to keep. You decided that for both of us."
"You were the one who said we were fine!"
"Yeah, clearly I was lying. Remember? You," she said, gesturing to him with a wave of the hand. "Equal to my penis fish."
"Yes, thank you for reminding me of that lovely analogy! Do you think this is easy for me? Do you think that what happened between us…and everything afterwards…that it's not killing me?"
Izzie closed her eyes to fight the tears that she could feel springing up. "Of course not."
"Then why? Why keep bringing it up and trying to change the plan?"
"Because I hate your stupid plan!"
"You know what I hate? I hate that my wife feels inferior to you!"
Izzie kept her head casted down.
"I hate that I gave her a reason to feel inferior to you. I hate what I did to her!"
George could feel he was turning red with anger. He could also see that Izzie had gone incredibly still with hurt but he couldn't stop himself.
"I hate that she looks at me and all she sees is a good man. I hate that I'm not. I hate that I'm the guy who cheats on his wife!"
George spat out while stepping closer to Izzie.
"I hate that I'm breaking her heart and she doesn't even know it! I hate what all you've done to me!"
Izzie bit her lip in hopes it would help her stop the sobs that were waiting to erupt from her. She felt George step closure to her and she suddenly didn't want to be there anymore.
"I hate that I can't get you out of my head! I hate that I can't get our night out of my head! I hate that when I'm laying next my wife in our bed that I'm thinking of you! I hate that I still feel you everywhere! I hate that I try my damndest to avoid you and yet secretly wish I could run into you, just to see you!"
George was breathing hard and his throat felt rough from his yelling but he continued on.
"I hate that when those doors opened up earlier," He yelled, pointed back at the elevator doors. "And you were standing here, it felt like it was the first time I could breathe today!"
George stepped closer to Izzie, which placed him right in front of her. He placed both hands on the wall on either side of her but made sure not to touch her. She was still keeping her head down and he could tell each word was hitting her hard.
"I hate the way you make me feel!"
He heard her make a noise that was somewhere between a sob and a sniffle and he clinched his teeth.
"I hate you, Izzie Stevens." He rasped out.
Izzie's head popped up as tears slid down her face. She looked at the man before her in astonishment.
"I hate you," He said again, his voice cracking this time.
They were both breathing hard now. Izzie looked at his red face and could see the anger etched across his features. She could feel the anger radiating off his body coming in waves with each breath, threatening to over take her. But when she looked into his eyes she saw something completely different.
He was shaking in rage. He was inches from her and he could feel her with every fiber of his being.
Izzie wanted to slap him. She wanted to slap him for all the hurtful words he was saying to her, but she couldn't. She couldn't do anything but let the heat between them wash over her. She was paralyzed from the passionate look in his eyes.
"I hate you," He gritted out in a rough whisper.
Finally, he quickly leaned in and kissed her roughly on the lips. The sudden impact made her slam against the wall behind her and Izzie moaned against his lips from the sudden movement.
Izzie slid her arms around his neck and into his hair. She matched the intensity of his kiss.
"God, I.." He muttered around her lips, "..hate.." He felt Izzie press forward against him and he slammed them back against the wall. "…hate you so much."
Izzie felt his hands fall on her hips as he pulled her into him again.
She broke away from the frantic kiss and buried her face in his neck as she rocked against him and they both moaned from intoxicating friction it caused.
He kissed her all along her neck and it sent tingles across her body. She then felt one of his hands slide around to her back to keep her movement going while the other snuck around to the front to untie the drawstrings of her scrubs.
Izzie eagerly pushed at his scrub pants as George kissed her once more on the lips. They both slid to the floor lost in their passion for each other.