Fic: Bringing Sexy Back (2/?)
Hey, here's the next part to my fic. Thanks to all who gave me feedback for the first chapter! :)
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 josebajm 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 walked into the residence’s locker rooms in a bad mood. Her morning had gone completely wrong. Not only had her spontaneous moment with George fallen through, but everything else had gone wrong as well. She had been so distracted with her thoughts of her and George’s lack of a love life lately that she burned her French toast and then cut her finger on a glass she broke in the sink. Trying to clean up the mess she made then put her behind, so she had to rush around to get ready only to realize she was out of clean clothes. She was currently wearing an old pair of sweats to work. Thankfully, she knew she would change into scrubs once she got there. However, it took her a while to get to the hospital, because of the gridlock traffic due to some pile up on the highway. Needless to say Izzie was ready to shoot death rays at anyone who crossed her path today.
Izzie threw her bag into her locker and sat down on the bench to quickly start changing into her scrubs.
“Iz, you barely made it today,” Meredith said from her spot at her locker. “You were cutting it real close.”
Izzie’s head snapped up as she glared at Meredith. The other woman noticed the agitated look and took her cue to shut her mouth as she turned back to her locker. Izzie grumbled as she went back to quickly pulling her sweats off.
“Ooh what’s with Miss. Little Sunshine today?” Cristina asked, snidely as she stood at her locker beside Meredith’s. “Did Bambi not perform well for you last night?”
Izzie’s head snapped up at the other doctor’s mischievous musing.
“Well… its not that he isn’t performing well, he’s just not performing at all,” Izzie said, choosing her words carefully.
“Seriously?” Meredith asked, closing her locker door and putting her stethoscope around her neck. “What happened? You guys were going at it like bunnies a few weeks ago.”
“Ugh. Please, spare me the mental images,” Cristina whined, as she finished putting her lab coat on. “Hearing about you and George’s sexcapades is not how I want to start my morning off.”
“That’s the thing,” Izzie said, pulling her scrub shirt over her head. “There isn’t anything to talk about. I would love to be bragging about our sexcapades, but there’s nothing to talk about. Nothing. Zip. Zilch. That area in our lives is completely blank right now. I don’t know what to think.”
“Well we have been swamp at work lately,” Meredith suggested, shrugging her shoulders as if it would help her friend.
“Oh, did you guys ever get so busy that you just sorta stop having sex?” Izzie asked, hopefully.
“No.” Meredith and Cristina both deadpanned.
Izzie hopeful expression fell.
“Not even a little bit when you got comfortable in your relationship?” Izzie asked, anxiously. “What about you and Burke, Cristina? You guys went out for a while. Did you guys ever get so comfortable with each other that sex wasn’t a big thing?”
“Uh. No,” Cristina said, confidently. “Sex was always a big thing. There was always time for sex and if there wasn’t we made time.”
Izzie sighed as she looked back at Meredith.
“What about you and Derek? You guys are the king and queen of issues, was sex ever one of them?”
“Yeah,” Meredith said, thoughtfully. “But it wasn’t ever from the lack of it. For a while we went through a sex only phase. In the supply closet before our shifts, across the street in Joe’s bathroom, on call rooms after hours, in our cars… it was like sex-mania. So from that standpoint I don’t think I would be very helpful.”
Izzie grumbled as she pulled her scrub pants up and tied the drawstrings. She was about to say something else but Bailey came in and interrupted their conversation.
“Listen up people,” Bailey announced as she came in with charts in her hand. “It looks to be another busy day at Seattle Grace, there was a 10 car pile up on the highway that’s going to keep us busy for most of the day.”
“Awesome, gotta love those rush hour pile ups, they always bring in the carnage and destruction,” Cristina said, gleefully. After seeing the other’s looks, she scoffed. “Don’t give me that look. You know you saw good surgeries when you heard the words pile up.”
“Anyways,” Bailey said, shaking her head as she tried to get the attention back on the task at hand. “We’re going to need all the hands we can get today. In fact, the chief wants to send some with Sloan to the scene to help the paramedics out in the field. Karev has already volunteered, does any one else want to go?”
Cristina, Izzie, and Meredith all quickly raised their hands. Bailey sighed as she randomly pointed at Meredith.
“Fine, Grey, you can go,” She said. Cristina and Izzie both huffed in disappointment. “You’ll have to leave your interns here to cover the pit and other surgeries here though. Now go. Dr. Sloan and Karev are waiting for you in the ambulance bay.”
Meredith grabbed her field coat and rushed out the door. Leaving Cristina and Izzie behind to watch her departure with envious looks.
“Don’t give me that sulk,” Bailey said, annoyed. “You pitiful surgery mongrels haven’t heard what other case I have.”
Cristina and Izzie both perked up at hearing that.
“Dr. Hahn has a man from the crash with a piece of shrapnel lodged into his heart,” She said, watching the two doctors eyes light up. “And…he’s still awake.”
“Shut up!” Cristina said, shocked.
“Excuse me?” Bailey asked, surprised.
“Uh..I mean…no actually, I mean, shut up!” Cristina said again. “He’s still awake?”
“Seriously!” Izzie exclaimed. “It’s a miracle he’s still alive much less awake.”
“Right,” Bailey said, shaking her head at the two. “Well Hahn is asking for a resident for the case since its pretty sensitive. I thought one of you might be interested.”
“I am!” Both Izzie and Cristina said at the same time.
They looked at each other, annoyed.
“Again, back off cardio,” Cristina said, turning towards Izzie.
“Look, I’m having a bad day, this would make it better. I’ll trade you for the next good case I get.”
“Uh no. I don’t care what non-sex problems you and Bambi are having right now. This is so not a trade off case.”
“You can’t hog all the good cardio cases! Tell her Dr. Bailey,” Izzie said, turning towards the shorter doctor.
“Hey,” Bailey said, throwing her hands up in the air. “I’m no longer your resident, so I don’t have to sit here listening to you all whine about your inappropriate personal lives or watch you fight for cases like a bunch of pubescent teenagers. Take it up with Hahn, it’s her case. Let her deal with the Seattle Grace soap opera for once.”
Bailey then turned and left the locker room smiling, leaving Cristina and Izzie behind.
“Great. Now your love life is effecting my life,” Cristina huffed.
“What? You’re the one who’s immaturely fighting for all the best cases these days.”
“Whatever, I’m always fighting for the best cases,” She shrugged. “So how are we going to decide who gets the case?”
They both looked at each for a split second and then both bolted for the door to go find the new cardio doctor.
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Cristina and Izzie both rounded a hallway corner speed walking towards the nurses’ station where Erica Hahn stood looking over a chart.
“Dr. Hahn!” Cristina announced, suddenly, while trying to out walk Izzie. “I would like a moment of your time!”
“No!” Izzie said, keeping up with the dark haired doctor. “I would. I know how valuable your time is, so I can get straight to the point.”
“Oh, yeah right,” Cristina scoffed at her as they both came to an abrupt halt in front of the cardio doctor. “There’s never been a straight line between you and the point of a conversation in your entire life.”
“Whatever, Cristina. You’re just jealous…”
Dr. Hahn looked up at the two quarreling doctors in front of her and raised an eyebrow.
“Let me guess,” Dr. Hahn said, looking between the two doctors in front of her. “This must be about the conscious patient I have with a huge piece of metal sticking out of his chest. And this must be the part where the battle for the good surgery happens. Where fresh residents claw and fight their way to the best surgeries, the petty bickering, the underhanded stealing, and the crusade to be top dog, god I miss those days.”
“Right,” Cristina said, confidently. “Which is why you want me on the case. Last year I was on a case where a guy fell through a plate glass window and had a 12-inch piece of glass sticking through his right ventricle. I have experience in this kind of trauma.”
“Which is why I should get the case,” Izzie said, turning to Cristina and then back to Hahn. “This is a teaching hospital where everyone gets a fair chance at learning from the best. She’s been there, done that, and it’s old news, now it’s someone else’s turn. Besides, I also have some experience with cardio and I would like to build on that.”
“Yeah and look how well that turned out the first time,” Cristina said under her breath.
Izzie rolled her eyes. “Says the co-creator of tremor-gate.”
“Okay, that’s enough,” Hahn said, holding her hand up. “Wow, this hospital brings a whole new meaning to under-handed battling.”
She placed the chart back on the nurses’ station desk and turned to walk away.
“Where’s she going?” Izzie whispered, looking over at Cristina, who shrugged her shoulders.
“So which one of us do you want?” Cristina asked the departing doctor.
“Neither. For once I want doctors who are issue free.”
“Well you wont find that in this hospital!” Izzie called out.
The cardio doctor turned around as she walked away.
“Fine. Then you two figure things out. Prove to me why I should mentor either of you despite your issues. So battle it out and who ever can prove to be the best doctor for the case will be on it.”
She then turned back around and walked away.
Izzie and Cristina stood there as the watched the other doctor walk away.
“Great,” Izzie said, turning back to Cristina. “What does that mean?”
“It means I’m in cardio hell,” Cristina grumbled and looked over at the chart resting on the nurses’ station.
Cristina and Izzie looked at each other and then both jumped for the chart.
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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 josebajm 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 walked into the residence’s locker rooms in a bad mood. Her morning had gone completely wrong. Not only had her spontaneous moment with George fallen through, but everything else had gone wrong as well. She had been so distracted with her thoughts of her and George’s lack of a love life lately that she burned her French toast and then cut her finger on a glass she broke in the sink. Trying to clean up the mess she made then put her behind, so she had to rush around to get ready only to realize she was out of clean clothes. She was currently wearing an old pair of sweats to work. Thankfully, she knew she would change into scrubs once she got there. However, it took her a while to get to the hospital, because of the gridlock traffic due to some pile up on the highway. Needless to say Izzie was ready to shoot death rays at anyone who crossed her path today.
Izzie threw her bag into her locker and sat down on the bench to quickly start changing into her scrubs.
“Iz, you barely made it today,” Meredith said from her spot at her locker. “You were cutting it real close.”
Izzie’s head snapped up as she glared at Meredith. The other woman noticed the agitated look and took her cue to shut her mouth as she turned back to her locker. Izzie grumbled as she went back to quickly pulling her sweats off.
“Ooh what’s with Miss. Little Sunshine today?” Cristina asked, snidely as she stood at her locker beside Meredith’s. “Did Bambi not perform well for you last night?”
Izzie’s head snapped up at the other doctor’s mischievous musing.
“Well… its not that he isn’t performing well, he’s just not performing at all,” Izzie said, choosing her words carefully.
“Seriously?” Meredith asked, closing her locker door and putting her stethoscope around her neck. “What happened? You guys were going at it like bunnies a few weeks ago.”
“Ugh. Please, spare me the mental images,” Cristina whined, as she finished putting her lab coat on. “Hearing about you and George’s sexcapades is not how I want to start my morning off.”
“That’s the thing,” Izzie said, pulling her scrub shirt over her head. “There isn’t anything to talk about. I would love to be bragging about our sexcapades, but there’s nothing to talk about. Nothing. Zip. Zilch. That area in our lives is completely blank right now. I don’t know what to think.”
“Well we have been swamp at work lately,” Meredith suggested, shrugging her shoulders as if it would help her friend.
“Oh, did you guys ever get so busy that you just sorta stop having sex?” Izzie asked, hopefully.
“No.” Meredith and Cristina both deadpanned.
Izzie hopeful expression fell.
“Not even a little bit when you got comfortable in your relationship?” Izzie asked, anxiously. “What about you and Burke, Cristina? You guys went out for a while. Did you guys ever get so comfortable with each other that sex wasn’t a big thing?”
“Uh. No,” Cristina said, confidently. “Sex was always a big thing. There was always time for sex and if there wasn’t we made time.”
Izzie sighed as she looked back at Meredith.
“What about you and Derek? You guys are the king and queen of issues, was sex ever one of them?”
“Yeah,” Meredith said, thoughtfully. “But it wasn’t ever from the lack of it. For a while we went through a sex only phase. In the supply closet before our shifts, across the street in Joe’s bathroom, on call rooms after hours, in our cars… it was like sex-mania. So from that standpoint I don’t think I would be very helpful.”
Izzie grumbled as she pulled her scrub pants up and tied the drawstrings. She was about to say something else but Bailey came in and interrupted their conversation.
“Listen up people,” Bailey announced as she came in with charts in her hand. “It looks to be another busy day at Seattle Grace, there was a 10 car pile up on the highway that’s going to keep us busy for most of the day.”
“Awesome, gotta love those rush hour pile ups, they always bring in the carnage and destruction,” Cristina said, gleefully. After seeing the other’s looks, she scoffed. “Don’t give me that look. You know you saw good surgeries when you heard the words pile up.”
“Anyways,” Bailey said, shaking her head as she tried to get the attention back on the task at hand. “We’re going to need all the hands we can get today. In fact, the chief wants to send some with Sloan to the scene to help the paramedics out in the field. Karev has already volunteered, does any one else want to go?”
Cristina, Izzie, and Meredith all quickly raised their hands. Bailey sighed as she randomly pointed at Meredith.
“Fine, Grey, you can go,” She said. Cristina and Izzie both huffed in disappointment. “You’ll have to leave your interns here to cover the pit and other surgeries here though. Now go. Dr. Sloan and Karev are waiting for you in the ambulance bay.”
Meredith grabbed her field coat and rushed out the door. Leaving Cristina and Izzie behind to watch her departure with envious looks.
“Don’t give me that sulk,” Bailey said, annoyed. “You pitiful surgery mongrels haven’t heard what other case I have.”
Cristina and Izzie both perked up at hearing that.
“Dr. Hahn has a man from the crash with a piece of shrapnel lodged into his heart,” She said, watching the two doctors eyes light up. “And…he’s still awake.”
“Shut up!” Cristina said, shocked.
“Excuse me?” Bailey asked, surprised.
“Uh..I mean…no actually, I mean, shut up!” Cristina said again. “He’s still awake?”
“Seriously!” Izzie exclaimed. “It’s a miracle he’s still alive much less awake.”
“Right,” Bailey said, shaking her head at the two. “Well Hahn is asking for a resident for the case since its pretty sensitive. I thought one of you might be interested.”
“I am!” Both Izzie and Cristina said at the same time.
They looked at each other, annoyed.
“Again, back off cardio,” Cristina said, turning towards Izzie.
“Look, I’m having a bad day, this would make it better. I’ll trade you for the next good case I get.”
“Uh no. I don’t care what non-sex problems you and Bambi are having right now. This is so not a trade off case.”
“You can’t hog all the good cardio cases! Tell her Dr. Bailey,” Izzie said, turning towards the shorter doctor.
“Hey,” Bailey said, throwing her hands up in the air. “I’m no longer your resident, so I don’t have to sit here listening to you all whine about your inappropriate personal lives or watch you fight for cases like a bunch of pubescent teenagers. Take it up with Hahn, it’s her case. Let her deal with the Seattle Grace soap opera for once.”
Bailey then turned and left the locker room smiling, leaving Cristina and Izzie behind.
“Great. Now your love life is effecting my life,” Cristina huffed.
“What? You’re the one who’s immaturely fighting for all the best cases these days.”
“Whatever, I’m always fighting for the best cases,” She shrugged. “So how are we going to decide who gets the case?”
They both looked at each for a split second and then both bolted for the door to go find the new cardio doctor.
~*~
Cristina and Izzie both rounded a hallway corner speed walking towards the nurses’ station where Erica Hahn stood looking over a chart.
“Dr. Hahn!” Cristina announced, suddenly, while trying to out walk Izzie. “I would like a moment of your time!”
“No!” Izzie said, keeping up with the dark haired doctor. “I would. I know how valuable your time is, so I can get straight to the point.”
“Oh, yeah right,” Cristina scoffed at her as they both came to an abrupt halt in front of the cardio doctor. “There’s never been a straight line between you and the point of a conversation in your entire life.”
“Whatever, Cristina. You’re just jealous…”
Dr. Hahn looked up at the two quarreling doctors in front of her and raised an eyebrow.
“Let me guess,” Dr. Hahn said, looking between the two doctors in front of her. “This must be about the conscious patient I have with a huge piece of metal sticking out of his chest. And this must be the part where the battle for the good surgery happens. Where fresh residents claw and fight their way to the best surgeries, the petty bickering, the underhanded stealing, and the crusade to be top dog, god I miss those days.”
“Right,” Cristina said, confidently. “Which is why you want me on the case. Last year I was on a case where a guy fell through a plate glass window and had a 12-inch piece of glass sticking through his right ventricle. I have experience in this kind of trauma.”
“Which is why I should get the case,” Izzie said, turning to Cristina and then back to Hahn. “This is a teaching hospital where everyone gets a fair chance at learning from the best. She’s been there, done that, and it’s old news, now it’s someone else’s turn. Besides, I also have some experience with cardio and I would like to build on that.”
“Yeah and look how well that turned out the first time,” Cristina said under her breath.
Izzie rolled her eyes. “Says the co-creator of tremor-gate.”
“Okay, that’s enough,” Hahn said, holding her hand up. “Wow, this hospital brings a whole new meaning to under-handed battling.”
She placed the chart back on the nurses’ station desk and turned to walk away.
“Where’s she going?” Izzie whispered, looking over at Cristina, who shrugged her shoulders.
“So which one of us do you want?” Cristina asked the departing doctor.
“Neither. For once I want doctors who are issue free.”
“Well you wont find that in this hospital!” Izzie called out.
The cardio doctor turned around as she walked away.
“Fine. Then you two figure things out. Prove to me why I should mentor either of you despite your issues. So battle it out and who ever can prove to be the best doctor for the case will be on it.”
She then turned back around and walked away.
Izzie and Cristina stood there as the watched the other doctor walk away.
“Great,” Izzie said, turning back to Cristina. “What does that mean?”
“It means I’m in cardio hell,” Cristina grumbled and looked over at the chart resting on the nurses’ station.
Cristina and Izzie looked at each other and then both jumped for the chart.
~*~