Fic: Bringing Sexy Back (8/?)
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Fic: Bringing Sexy Back.
Rating: Nothing worse than the show.
Feedback: Of course, feedback is like our crack!
Summary: Izzie is having a hard time figuring out just where she stands in her career and her relationship with George.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, unfortunately. It would be cooler if I did though.
Spoilers: In this fic, George and Izzie are still together and the fic follows the show up until the ep. “Physical Attraction, Chemical Reaction.” After that this fic goes AU.
Dedicated to Joseba for his birthday, which was like months ago, but it’s the thought that counts, right? Hope you have a great 21st year buddy! And to the 80th BGL (gizzie) thread at Fanforum. :)
Just a little warning, the medical situations in this may be completely off. I don’t know anything, really, when it comes to hospitals or medical situations, so prepare yourself for having to suspend your belief and imagination.
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Fic: Bringing Sexy Back.
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“Wow, she is surprisingly bendy for a doctor,” Claire said, as she looked at the picture.
In front of the nurses’ station, a group of interns were surrounding Mitch, who was holding the holy grail of gossip, in his hands. They were all gawking at the picture he was flaunting around.
“Hellooo Dr. Model,” Leo declared. “I’m pretty sure I could fake a sickness to get a glimpse of that.”
“Seriously,” Steve snorted, holding his hand up to give Leo a high five. “If that’s how she does her residency, how do we transfer residents? Cause I don’t think I ever wanna see Karev wearing that.”
“Speak for yourself,” Megan joked, trying to crane her neck to see the picture around all the others. “How did you get this?”
“Oh, well, Izzie and I are pretty close,” Mitch gloated. “We’ve shared a lot of experiences together…”
“You stole it?” Megan asked, sarcastically.
“No!” Mitch answered, shortly. “It may have fallen out of her lab coat pocket, and being the nice guy that I am, I picked it up before anyone else could get it.”
“Well, who cares how you got it, we gotta get copies of this so we can enjoy this many more times throughout our intern year,” Leo cracked.
“And make sure George doesn’t see it,” Steve suggested. “I think he would frown upon us ogling at his girlfriend.”
“Or Lexie,” Claire added. “She’d rat you guys out in a second, because she’s in their little click. You have to be either doing one or related to one to get into their circle.”
“Jealous much?” Leo smirked.
“Not as much as you,” Clair retorted back.
“I’m not jealous,” Leo defended. “I’m not jealous or scared of any doctor in this hospital. I’m going to be better than anyone here. Soon they’ll all be working for me. Then we’ll see who’s doing who to get on top.”
“Dr. Howard,” the Chief announced loudly, coming up behind them.
Leo gasped at the sudden voice.
“Scatter!” he screeched, as they all went in different directions, leaving Mitch there to defend for himself alone.
“Where are they going so fast?” The chief asked, his brow furrowing at the sight of the other interns scurrying off so suddenly.
“I dunno,” Mitch mumbled, holding the risqué picture behind his back.
The older doctor narrowed his eyes at the intern. Mitch gulped at the sudden attention, his grasp on the picture tightened.
“How’s Mrs. Robinson?” Dr. Webber asked.
“She’s still unconscious. I’m waiting on some labs to see how the Constraside is doing against the Minontal in her system.”
The chief nodded his understanding.
“Is that her file?” He asked, moving past Mitch, who promptly turned as the older man past and brought his hands behind his back again, so that it was away from the chief’s sight.
“Yes, everything we’ve done is in there,” Mitch said, nervously as the chief picked up the chart sitting on the nurses’ station.
“Mmm,” The chief said, offhandedly while reading the chart in front of him. “You do know there will be consequences because of the unwarranted mistakes on this case, the severity of those consequences will depend on how she bounces back…. And what on earth are you hiding behind your back?!”
Mitch’s eyes went wide at the sudden topic change. The older man was staring at him suspiciously.
“Nothing,” he squeaked out.
“Howard.” The chief warned. He held out his hand for the younger man to give up whatever he was hiding. “You’re already in enough trouble. Don’t make this any worse.”
Mitch swallowed hard. He thought he was trying to keep this from getting worse, but he knew he was fighting a loosing battle.
He handed his mentor the racy picture and cringed for the reaction.
The chief raised his eyebrow at the odd acting doctor and then looked at the object in his hand.
“Oh dear lord!”
He promptly averted his eyes and looked up at the ceiling.
“Is…is that…” The chief stuttered in embarrassment, but briefly looked back down at the picture to make sure he saw it right. “Stevens!”
“Yes, sir,” Mitch mumbled, blushing as he stared at his shoes.
“Where did you get this?” The chief asked, bluntly, still staring at everything but what was in his hand.
“I found it on the floor?” Mitch tried.
He looked at the younger intern with narrowed eyes.
“What in the hell kind of establishment am I running?” The chief demanded to know, but Mitch stayed silent knowing it was a rhetorical question.
“This,” Dr. Webber waved the picture in between them and then quickly shoved it into his pocket of his lab coat. “…this never happened. Do you understand that? The memory of this picture will be vanished from your memory and any one else’s memory who may have seen this, that is if you want this Minontal case to not follow your career…is that understood?”
“Yes, sir,” Mitch said, thankfully.
“Now I have to go deal with this,” he said, walking off. “And then scrub my brain to rid of this from my memory.”
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Fic: Bringing Sexy Back.
Rating: Nothing worse than the show.
Feedback: Of course, feedback is like our crack!
Summary: Izzie is having a hard time figuring out just where she stands in her career and her relationship with George.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, unfortunately. It would be cooler if I did though.
Spoilers: In this fic, George and Izzie are still together and the fic follows the show up until the ep. “Physical Attraction, Chemical Reaction.” After that this fic goes AU.
Dedicated to Joseba for his birthday, which was like months ago, but it’s the thought that counts, right? Hope you have a great 21st year buddy! And to the 80th BGL (gizzie) thread at Fanforum. :)
Just a little warning, the medical situations in this may be completely off. I don’t know anything, really, when it comes to hospitals or medical situations, so prepare yourself for having to suspend your belief and imagination.
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Fic: Bringing Sexy Back.
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~*~
“Wow, she is surprisingly bendy for a doctor,” Claire said, as she looked at the picture.
In front of the nurses’ station, a group of interns were surrounding Mitch, who was holding the holy grail of gossip, in his hands. They were all gawking at the picture he was flaunting around.
“Hellooo Dr. Model,” Leo declared. “I’m pretty sure I could fake a sickness to get a glimpse of that.”
“Seriously,” Steve snorted, holding his hand up to give Leo a high five. “If that’s how she does her residency, how do we transfer residents? Cause I don’t think I ever wanna see Karev wearing that.”
“Speak for yourself,” Megan joked, trying to crane her neck to see the picture around all the others. “How did you get this?”
“Oh, well, Izzie and I are pretty close,” Mitch gloated. “We’ve shared a lot of experiences together…”
“You stole it?” Megan asked, sarcastically.
“No!” Mitch answered, shortly. “It may have fallen out of her lab coat pocket, and being the nice guy that I am, I picked it up before anyone else could get it.”
“Well, who cares how you got it, we gotta get copies of this so we can enjoy this many more times throughout our intern year,” Leo cracked.
“And make sure George doesn’t see it,” Steve suggested. “I think he would frown upon us ogling at his girlfriend.”
“Or Lexie,” Claire added. “She’d rat you guys out in a second, because she’s in their little click. You have to be either doing one or related to one to get into their circle.”
“Jealous much?” Leo smirked.
“Not as much as you,” Clair retorted back.
“I’m not jealous,” Leo defended. “I’m not jealous or scared of any doctor in this hospital. I’m going to be better than anyone here. Soon they’ll all be working for me. Then we’ll see who’s doing who to get on top.”
“Dr. Howard,” the Chief announced loudly, coming up behind them.
Leo gasped at the sudden voice.
“Scatter!” he screeched, as they all went in different directions, leaving Mitch there to defend for himself alone.
“Where are they going so fast?” The chief asked, his brow furrowing at the sight of the other interns scurrying off so suddenly.
“I dunno,” Mitch mumbled, holding the risqué picture behind his back.
The older doctor narrowed his eyes at the intern. Mitch gulped at the sudden attention, his grasp on the picture tightened.
“How’s Mrs. Robinson?” Dr. Webber asked.
“She’s still unconscious. I’m waiting on some labs to see how the Constraside is doing against the Minontal in her system.”
The chief nodded his understanding.
“Is that her file?” He asked, moving past Mitch, who promptly turned as the older man past and brought his hands behind his back again, so that it was away from the chief’s sight.
“Yes, everything we’ve done is in there,” Mitch said, nervously as the chief picked up the chart sitting on the nurses’ station.
“Mmm,” The chief said, offhandedly while reading the chart in front of him. “You do know there will be consequences because of the unwarranted mistakes on this case, the severity of those consequences will depend on how she bounces back…. And what on earth are you hiding behind your back?!”
Mitch’s eyes went wide at the sudden topic change. The older man was staring at him suspiciously.
“Nothing,” he squeaked out.
“Howard.” The chief warned. He held out his hand for the younger man to give up whatever he was hiding. “You’re already in enough trouble. Don’t make this any worse.”
Mitch swallowed hard. He thought he was trying to keep this from getting worse, but he knew he was fighting a loosing battle.
He handed his mentor the racy picture and cringed for the reaction.
The chief raised his eyebrow at the odd acting doctor and then looked at the object in his hand.
“Oh dear lord!”
He promptly averted his eyes and looked up at the ceiling.
“Is…is that…” The chief stuttered in embarrassment, but briefly looked back down at the picture to make sure he saw it right. “Stevens!”
“Yes, sir,” Mitch mumbled, blushing as he stared at his shoes.
“Where did you get this?” The chief asked, bluntly, still staring at everything but what was in his hand.
“I found it on the floor?” Mitch tried.
He looked at the younger intern with narrowed eyes.
“What in the hell kind of establishment am I running?” The chief demanded to know, but Mitch stayed silent knowing it was a rhetorical question.
“This,” Dr. Webber waved the picture in between them and then quickly shoved it into his pocket of his lab coat. “…this never happened. Do you understand that? The memory of this picture will be vanished from your memory and any one else’s memory who may have seen this, that is if you want this Minontal case to not follow your career…is that understood?”
“Yes, sir,” Mitch said, thankfully.
“Now I have to go deal with this,” he said, walking off. “And then scrub my brain to rid of this from my memory.”
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