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Part: 1/1
Rating: R
Pairing: George/Izzie
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or any part of Grey's Anatomy.
Summary: A happy moment. A bitter realization.
Spoiler: All of season 3.
A/N: I've been on a roll lately. Thanks again to all my reviewers! I love your comments, please keep them coming!
You been down to the bottom with a bad man, babe,
But you're back where you belong.
Go get me my pistol, babe,
Honey, I can't tell right from wrong.
Morning light was streaming in the windows. He shook her body with his giddy laughter. "You're naked."
She tried her best to keep a straight face against his boyish grin. "Yes. So are you."
"I'm used to me naked. I'm not used to you naked." He lifted the sheet and sent a breeze over her body that made her squirm. His face changed from awe back to the grin as he looked in her eyes and said, "I like you naked."
She hit him with a pillow. He pounched on top of her. She shrieked and laughed.
Go down to the river, babe,
Honey, I will meet you there.
Go down to the river, babe,
Honey, I will pay your fare.
The sheets were on the floor now. She lay before him open and exposed. And she felt free. She could see him and feel and this had to be a dream.
You been hurt so many times
And I know what you're thinking of.
"George," she whispered. His temple rested against her knee. He turned his head and kissed her thigh.
"You make me happy," he whispered against her skin.
"We're doing this, right? You and me... not rings or dresses... but we're in this..." her eyes were wide and shiny. She held her breath.
Their fingers laced together, he laid his head next to hers.
"Izzie?"
Her eyes filled with tears. He became distant and blurry.
"Izzie?"
She turned her head. Meredith was standing before her in a brown dress. Izzie looked down to see her hands shaking as they clutched a hanger holding a white dress. She let the day dream die behind her eyes, dissolving like tissue paper in a flame.
"She's ready," said Meredith.
Izzie took a deep breath. "So am I."
Well, I don't have to be no doctor, babe,
To see that you're madly in love.
She walked down the isle second, behind his wife. But he looked at her the whole time.
Her face was calm, placid. Like an ocean on a quiet, windless day. Nothing on the surface to give any indication of what lies beneath.
Somewhere in the middle, he thinks when the rings were exchanged, and everyone on the alter was facing inward, he dared to look at her again. And she was starring right back at him.
Her face was restless. The water was starting to rise. But he held her gaze. It was all he could do to comfort her, there before their friends and over a hundred strangers.
They spoke to each other, somehow. With their eyes and the cadence of their breath. They made their own vows, to themselves and to each other.
Baby, please stop crying, stop crying, stop crying
By the time the priest made his presentation, and everyone began to clap, tears were spilling down her face, and she pretended she was happy. Full of joy for this new beginning.
Baby, please stop crying, stop crying, stop crying
Derek smacked George's back as he began to choke. On the site of her, the day, the space, what he was being denied. What he had done to himself. He wiped his eyes and pretended he was going to walk down the isle next to the woman he loved.
Baby, please stop crying.
There wasn't a cloud in the sky when they walked out of the church. The happy couple got into their car and sped away.
He found her in one of the side rooms where the girls had dressed. She sat in chair, facing away from the door. She was looking out a window of deep blue stained glass.
She stood when she heard him. Her eyes were red and puffy, her cheeks stained. But she was beautiful.
You know, I know, the sun will always shine
He went to her. And she stood her ground.
He held her. And she let him.
"It's going to be like this. I can't let you be like this. I have to go."
"You can't leave me. I can't lose you."
"I don't know what to do. Please don't Iz. Shhh."
So baby, please stop crying 'cause it's tearing up my mind.
"People have favorite things and places and they go there. If you love the beach you can move there or jog against a mountain sunset you can dream and make it happen but you are my place, youaremyplace, if I can't be near you... I don't know where to be "
Part: 1/1
Rating: R
Pairing: George/Izzie
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or any part of Grey's Anatomy.
Summary: A happy moment. A bitter realization.
Spoiler: All of season 3.
A/N: I've been on a roll lately. Thanks again to all my reviewers! I love your comments, please keep them coming!
You been down to the bottom with a bad man, babe,
But you're back where you belong.
Go get me my pistol, babe,
Honey, I can't tell right from wrong.
Morning light was streaming in the windows. He shook her body with his giddy laughter. "You're naked."
She tried her best to keep a straight face against his boyish grin. "Yes. So are you."
"I'm used to me naked. I'm not used to you naked." He lifted the sheet and sent a breeze over her body that made her squirm. His face changed from awe back to the grin as he looked in her eyes and said, "I like you naked."
She hit him with a pillow. He pounched on top of her. She shrieked and laughed.
Go down to the river, babe,
Honey, I will meet you there.
Go down to the river, babe,
Honey, I will pay your fare.
The sheets were on the floor now. She lay before him open and exposed. And she felt free. She could see him and feel and this had to be a dream.
You been hurt so many times
And I know what you're thinking of.
"George," she whispered. His temple rested against her knee. He turned his head and kissed her thigh.
"You make me happy," he whispered against her skin.
"We're doing this, right? You and me... not rings or dresses... but we're in this..." her eyes were wide and shiny. She held her breath.
Their fingers laced together, he laid his head next to hers.
"Izzie?"
Her eyes filled with tears. He became distant and blurry.
"Izzie?"
She turned her head. Meredith was standing before her in a brown dress. Izzie looked down to see her hands shaking as they clutched a hanger holding a white dress. She let the day dream die behind her eyes, dissolving like tissue paper in a flame.
"She's ready," said Meredith.
Izzie took a deep breath. "So am I."
Well, I don't have to be no doctor, babe,
To see that you're madly in love.
She walked down the isle second, behind his wife. But he looked at her the whole time.
Her face was calm, placid. Like an ocean on a quiet, windless day. Nothing on the surface to give any indication of what lies beneath.
Somewhere in the middle, he thinks when the rings were exchanged, and everyone on the alter was facing inward, he dared to look at her again. And she was starring right back at him.
Her face was restless. The water was starting to rise. But he held her gaze. It was all he could do to comfort her, there before their friends and over a hundred strangers.
They spoke to each other, somehow. With their eyes and the cadence of their breath. They made their own vows, to themselves and to each other.
Baby, please stop crying, stop crying, stop crying
By the time the priest made his presentation, and everyone began to clap, tears were spilling down her face, and she pretended she was happy. Full of joy for this new beginning.
Baby, please stop crying, stop crying, stop crying
Derek smacked George's back as he began to choke. On the site of her, the day, the space, what he was being denied. What he had done to himself. He wiped his eyes and pretended he was going to walk down the isle next to the woman he loved.
Baby, please stop crying.
There wasn't a cloud in the sky when they walked out of the church. The happy couple got into their car and sped away.
He found her in one of the side rooms where the girls had dressed. She sat in chair, facing away from the door. She was looking out a window of deep blue stained glass.
She stood when she heard him. Her eyes were red and puffy, her cheeks stained. But she was beautiful.
You know, I know, the sun will always shine
He went to her. And she stood her ground.
He held her. And she let him.
"It's going to be like this. I can't let you be like this. I have to go."
"You can't leave me. I can't lose you."
"I don't know what to do. Please don't Iz. Shhh."
So baby, please stop crying 'cause it's tearing up my mind.
"People have favorite things and places and they go there. If you love the beach you can move there or jog against a mountain sunset you can dream and make it happen but you are my place, youaremyplace, if I can't be near you... I don't know where to be "