Fic: Bringing Sexy Back (11/?)
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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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Izzie was still sulking on the bench when she heard the locker room door open behind her. She thought it was perfect timing since the last thing she needed on this awful day was for someone to give her grief about it.
She looked up to see Cristina behind her just standing there staring at her.
“Oh, great. Are you here to gloat? Well let’s have it. Go ahead and have a gloating marathon.” Izzie said, sarcastically. Flailing her arms to make her point. “You rock cardio, I know. I get it. I don’t. I don’t rock cardio. I don’t rock as a resident or teacher. I don’t even rock enough for George anymore,” Izzie said, defeated.
She ran her hands through her hair and looked down at the floor.
“I’m not a rockstar…. I’m just….” She sighed heavily, finally whispering out, “I’m just tired.”
Cristina looked at the defeated doctor in front of her.
“I fell asleep,” Cristina said, finally.
Izzie looked up at her in confusion.
“Remember with Burke,” Cristina continued. “I fell asleep during sex. It had been a crazy surgery day and I was dead tired and I just fell asleep. He had a hissy fit, we had a big fight, and then he almost got his arm blown off. But it happens. You give you’re all to this career. To these people, who you’ll probably never see again, by working on them and saving their lives. You give them everything, even if it effects your personal life.”
Izzie watched in awe as the normally closed off doctor talked in front of her.
“And falling asleep after a 30 hour shift, it happens. It’s a mistake, but it doesn’t mean anything other than you’re tired. You don’t think you’re a rock star for George anymore? Just be glad you can get to the point in your relationship that you’re both comfortable enough to know that sex doesn’t define your relationship. That a mistake in the bed won’t send you both spiraling out of control. That you don’t have to be a rock star 24 hours a day for George, because at the end of the day, he just wants you for you.”
Izzie sat still as Cristina continued her lecture. Even if Izzie could talk, she wouldn’t because she was mesmerized by the other doctor’s seriousness.
“And you think I came to gloat?” Cristina snorted, bitterly. “I seriously wish I was. God knows it would be better than having this Lifetime Movie moment. But in reality, I’ve come to ask you for your notes and research on your plans for the cardio case. I get to be on the case, but Hahn wants to use your procedure. So I won by process of elimination. By damn default.”
Izzie was shocked by the turn of events. She shook her head to clear it from confusion.
“Wait, she wants to use coil embolization?” Izzie asked, shocked. She noticed Cristina was now the one who looked defeated. “But at least you get on the case. You’ll still get to see an amazing surgery. You’re on top, right? That’s what counts in the end.”
Izzie repeated Cristina’s words from earlier to her, hoping it would mean something.
“No, you were right,” Cristina shrugged. “Sometimes being on top doesn’t mean you win. It just means you’re the last one standing and there’s no one else left to pick. You’re the last kid picked on the playground.”
Izzie just looked at the other doctor as she thought about what she was saying.
~*~
It had been a weird day for George. He busted his ass to get into work early so he could beat the other interns for good cases. It used to not be this hard. When he was an intern with his friends, things were so much simpler. Now it just seemed like he couldn’t find the right place for him. He wasn’t a resident but he didn’t feel like just an intern anymore either.
It made it even weirder that he had to be his friends’ intern now. Working under Meredith or Cristina or even Izzie was a bit tricky. He didn’t feel like the other interns. He still saw them as a friend instead of mentor. He didn’t want to take orders or follow their leads when just months before he was their equal. It made things even more complicated when he was stuck between a good cardio case and being on his girlfriend’s side.
George walked into the scrub room where he found Cristina already there preparing for the surgery. He walked over the sink and stood beside Cristina as he turned the faucet on.
“So are you ready for the surgery?” George asked, looking into the room where the man with a piece of metal sticking out of him was being put to sleep.
“Yup,” Cristina said, simply, scrubbing her arms.
“It’s a crazy case,” George said, using the soap to lather his hands up. “I think Izzie’s procedure will do well.”
“Mmm,” Cristina mumbled, not really paying attention to him as she focused on scrubbing her hands.
“I mean not that our plans for the case were bad, I think we did a great job, it’s just I think it’s cool that Izzie worked the new catheters into the case. She’s been acting kinda weird lately. This is something she needed… or well if she had not got pulled from the case… I wonder what’s going on with her…”
Cristina looked over at George.
“You’re her boyfriend,” She said. “Shouldn’t you know?”
“What do you mean?”
“What is it with people getting into relationships, they suddenly become blind to the other persons feelings?” Cristina asked, sardonically.
“Hey!” George said, offended. “I’m not blind! I… I know Izzie... She’s just having a hard time adjusting to being a resident. But she’ll find her footing. She’s the comeback kid.”
“How very Disney movie of you,” Cristina snorted, rinsing her hands under the flowing water.
“What’s that suppose to mean?” George asked, incredulously.
“You really don’t see it, do you?” Cristina asked, shaking her head. “She’s having a hard time adjusting in more places in her life than just her career.”
“Are you saying she’s having a hard time adjusting to our relationship?” George asked, disbelievingly. “That’s crazy. After all we went through to come together? Our relationship is adjusted, trust me.”
“So is that why she’s been blabbing on and on about you guys’ sex life to me and Meredith?” Cristina asked.
“What?” George asked, surprised. “Our sex life? It’s… It’s well adjusted! We adjust it all the time. Trust me. If it were any more adjusted, we’d be adjusting 24/7…”
“Okay, Mr. Ego,” Cristina interrupted him. “Focus on just the blabbing, not what she’s blabbing about.”
George just gave her a confused look as he scrubbed up his arms.
“Before you two started… you’re whatever,” Cristina said, with a flick of her hand as she tore off a paper towel from its dispenser. “Before it got all horizontal between the two of you, who did she go to with her problems?”
“Me,” George said, confidentially. “And she still can.”
“Really? Even sex talk? Like what you like, what you don’t like. Or like the fact she’s got it in her head that you don’t find her attractive anymore, those kind of problems?”
George just looked at her as he thought about what she said.
“Just face it, the person who she use to run to talk to is now the person she needs to talk about the most. Now she’s stuck with trying to make Meredith and me talk about her problems and we all know that’s not our thing. We don’t do the girly talk thing like you.”
“Jeez,” George said, ignoring the last insult. “She’s going to issues-queen-Meredith and cold-bitchy-you for advice? That is bad.”
“Seriously,” Cristina agreed. “I really hope she stops soon or people might start thinking I care.”
“She really thinks I don’t find her attractive anymore?” George asked, surprised. “She’s hot… like insanely hot… I mean…” he chuckled, “Sometimes, I look at her and it’s like…”
“Oh, look,” Cristina interrupted. “My quota for giving a crap just ran out.”
With that she turned and threw the paper towel she dried her hands off with in the trash, tied her scrub mask on, and walked into the O.R., leaving George alone in the scrub room.
George smiled softly at the peculiar doctor leaving the room and shook his head. It had definitely been a weird day.
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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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Izzie was still sulking on the bench when she heard the locker room door open behind her. She thought it was perfect timing since the last thing she needed on this awful day was for someone to give her grief about it.
She looked up to see Cristina behind her just standing there staring at her.
“Oh, great. Are you here to gloat? Well let’s have it. Go ahead and have a gloating marathon.” Izzie said, sarcastically. Flailing her arms to make her point. “You rock cardio, I know. I get it. I don’t. I don’t rock cardio. I don’t rock as a resident or teacher. I don’t even rock enough for George anymore,” Izzie said, defeated.
She ran her hands through her hair and looked down at the floor.
“I’m not a rockstar…. I’m just….” She sighed heavily, finally whispering out, “I’m just tired.”
Cristina looked at the defeated doctor in front of her.
“I fell asleep,” Cristina said, finally.
Izzie looked up at her in confusion.
“Remember with Burke,” Cristina continued. “I fell asleep during sex. It had been a crazy surgery day and I was dead tired and I just fell asleep. He had a hissy fit, we had a big fight, and then he almost got his arm blown off. But it happens. You give you’re all to this career. To these people, who you’ll probably never see again, by working on them and saving their lives. You give them everything, even if it effects your personal life.”
Izzie watched in awe as the normally closed off doctor talked in front of her.
“And falling asleep after a 30 hour shift, it happens. It’s a mistake, but it doesn’t mean anything other than you’re tired. You don’t think you’re a rock star for George anymore? Just be glad you can get to the point in your relationship that you’re both comfortable enough to know that sex doesn’t define your relationship. That a mistake in the bed won’t send you both spiraling out of control. That you don’t have to be a rock star 24 hours a day for George, because at the end of the day, he just wants you for you.”
Izzie sat still as Cristina continued her lecture. Even if Izzie could talk, she wouldn’t because she was mesmerized by the other doctor’s seriousness.
“And you think I came to gloat?” Cristina snorted, bitterly. “I seriously wish I was. God knows it would be better than having this Lifetime Movie moment. But in reality, I’ve come to ask you for your notes and research on your plans for the cardio case. I get to be on the case, but Hahn wants to use your procedure. So I won by process of elimination. By damn default.”
Izzie was shocked by the turn of events. She shook her head to clear it from confusion.
“Wait, she wants to use coil embolization?” Izzie asked, shocked. She noticed Cristina was now the one who looked defeated. “But at least you get on the case. You’ll still get to see an amazing surgery. You’re on top, right? That’s what counts in the end.”
Izzie repeated Cristina’s words from earlier to her, hoping it would mean something.
“No, you were right,” Cristina shrugged. “Sometimes being on top doesn’t mean you win. It just means you’re the last one standing and there’s no one else left to pick. You’re the last kid picked on the playground.”
Izzie just looked at the other doctor as she thought about what she was saying.
~*~
It had been a weird day for George. He busted his ass to get into work early so he could beat the other interns for good cases. It used to not be this hard. When he was an intern with his friends, things were so much simpler. Now it just seemed like he couldn’t find the right place for him. He wasn’t a resident but he didn’t feel like just an intern anymore either.
It made it even weirder that he had to be his friends’ intern now. Working under Meredith or Cristina or even Izzie was a bit tricky. He didn’t feel like the other interns. He still saw them as a friend instead of mentor. He didn’t want to take orders or follow their leads when just months before he was their equal. It made things even more complicated when he was stuck between a good cardio case and being on his girlfriend’s side.
George walked into the scrub room where he found Cristina already there preparing for the surgery. He walked over the sink and stood beside Cristina as he turned the faucet on.
“So are you ready for the surgery?” George asked, looking into the room where the man with a piece of metal sticking out of him was being put to sleep.
“Yup,” Cristina said, simply, scrubbing her arms.
“It’s a crazy case,” George said, using the soap to lather his hands up. “I think Izzie’s procedure will do well.”
“Mmm,” Cristina mumbled, not really paying attention to him as she focused on scrubbing her hands.
“I mean not that our plans for the case were bad, I think we did a great job, it’s just I think it’s cool that Izzie worked the new catheters into the case. She’s been acting kinda weird lately. This is something she needed… or well if she had not got pulled from the case… I wonder what’s going on with her…”
Cristina looked over at George.
“You’re her boyfriend,” She said. “Shouldn’t you know?”
“What do you mean?”
“What is it with people getting into relationships, they suddenly become blind to the other persons feelings?” Cristina asked, sardonically.
“Hey!” George said, offended. “I’m not blind! I… I know Izzie... She’s just having a hard time adjusting to being a resident. But she’ll find her footing. She’s the comeback kid.”
“How very Disney movie of you,” Cristina snorted, rinsing her hands under the flowing water.
“What’s that suppose to mean?” George asked, incredulously.
“You really don’t see it, do you?” Cristina asked, shaking her head. “She’s having a hard time adjusting in more places in her life than just her career.”
“Are you saying she’s having a hard time adjusting to our relationship?” George asked, disbelievingly. “That’s crazy. After all we went through to come together? Our relationship is adjusted, trust me.”
“So is that why she’s been blabbing on and on about you guys’ sex life to me and Meredith?” Cristina asked.
“What?” George asked, surprised. “Our sex life? It’s… It’s well adjusted! We adjust it all the time. Trust me. If it were any more adjusted, we’d be adjusting 24/7…”
“Okay, Mr. Ego,” Cristina interrupted him. “Focus on just the blabbing, not what she’s blabbing about.”
George just gave her a confused look as he scrubbed up his arms.
“Before you two started… you’re whatever,” Cristina said, with a flick of her hand as she tore off a paper towel from its dispenser. “Before it got all horizontal between the two of you, who did she go to with her problems?”
“Me,” George said, confidentially. “And she still can.”
“Really? Even sex talk? Like what you like, what you don’t like. Or like the fact she’s got it in her head that you don’t find her attractive anymore, those kind of problems?”
George just looked at her as he thought about what she said.
“Just face it, the person who she use to run to talk to is now the person she needs to talk about the most. Now she’s stuck with trying to make Meredith and me talk about her problems and we all know that’s not our thing. We don’t do the girly talk thing like you.”
“Jeez,” George said, ignoring the last insult. “She’s going to issues-queen-Meredith and cold-bitchy-you for advice? That is bad.”
“Seriously,” Cristina agreed. “I really hope she stops soon or people might start thinking I care.”
“She really thinks I don’t find her attractive anymore?” George asked, surprised. “She’s hot… like insanely hot… I mean…” he chuckled, “Sometimes, I look at her and it’s like…”
“Oh, look,” Cristina interrupted. “My quota for giving a crap just ran out.”
With that she turned and threw the paper towel she dried her hands off with in the trash, tied her scrub mask on, and walked into the O.R., leaving George alone in the scrub room.
George smiled softly at the peculiar doctor leaving the room and shook his head. It had definitely been a weird day.
~*~