Attraction 4/?
Author: beps_wildorchid
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Addison/Izzie
Summary: See earlier chapters
Disclaimer: you know the deal
Addison chased after Izzie. Well, not so much chased as walked quickly after, slowly and nonchalantly enough not to look weird running after the intern. Calmly, she entered the intern locker room, hoping that she would find Izzie there. She heard soft crying as she carefully made her way around the rows and rows of green metal, cursing the volume of her current footwear.
Addison’s breath caught as she reached the end of a set of lockers, revealing Izzie Stevens, red-faced and crumpled on the floor, tears sliding down her face and dropping to her scrubs, unobstructed by her hands. She didn’t seem to have noticed Addison’s entrance, she just stared ahead, seemingly entranced by the wall in front of her. Addison slid down to the floor beside the intern, but far enough away that they weren’t touching.
“Stevens, are you alright?”
“Were you even going to tell me?” Izzie inquired softly, still staring straight ahead. Addison looked at her, dumbfounded. She knew very little about the girl beside her on a personal level, other than the fact that they were freakishly similar when it came to being too attached to patients and sleeping with the wrong people. She couldn’t consider Izzie a friend, either, given that Izzie had thrown a wrench into her best friend’s marriage by sleeping with her husband, although, truth be told it wasn’t entirely Izzie’s fault. Plus, there was the fact that Izzie never talked to her. Sure, she had forgiven her for the quints, but that didn’t mean that they ever conversed other than when necessary-unlike Addison’s mutually flirtatious relationship with Alex. That wasn’t to say that Addison didn’t like Izzie-they got along well, and Addison was quite fond of the intern-she just wasn’t always sure that the feeling was mutual. Also, if Addison were being completely honest with herself, she wanted nothing more than to touch Izzie, more so now that she was crying, now that she seemed so hurt and defeated.
“Izzie…”
“So what, you just wanted me to come into work one day and find that you were not here? That you just…up and left?”
“Izzie, I haven’t told anyone that I’m leaving. Not even the Chief.”
“But you were going to tell them. You weren’t going to tell me.” Addison looked at her curiously.
“And why should I have told you?” she asked, not out of malice, but simply because she was unsure.
“Because…because…” Izzie was finding herself at a loss for words. Why should Addison have told her? Just because Izzie tended to favor her service? That didn’t mean anything. Izzie was an intern, an intern that Addison probably hated for screwing over one of her only friends. Addison raises an eyebrow.
“Because?”
“Because I’ve been on your service more than most other people and…and you’re kind of…my mentor person,” Izzie says sheepishly, knowing full well that her argument probably sounds half-baked-as it should, it is. She knows there is no reason that Addison should have told her.
Addison had to tell herself not to assume that there was something more there, or that Izzie actually cared about her beyond the loose, casual workplace relationship that they had forged. She had hardly expected anyone to care about her departure, much less the bottle-blonde intern.
“Why haven’t you told anyone yet?” Izzie’s question shook Addison from her reverie. When Addie didn’t speak, Izzie became anxious. “I mean, because, um, you know…two weeks notice and all that stuff…I thought maybe…you would’ve told the Chief or something.” Addison held up a hand, effectively silencing Izzie’s nervous rambling. She cleared her throat.
“I…haven’t told anyone because…honestly? I’m still looking for a reason to stay.” Her voice has grown thick with tears and she is looking Izzie directly in the eye, attempting to hide the spark of hope that Izzie had ignited within her. It was ridiculous to think that her probably straight female intern could provide her with a reason sound enough to keep her in Seattle, but the unreasonable hope was there nonetheless.
Izzie was uncertain what she should do to soothe the older woman’s pain. She wasn’t sure if she was capable of being the reason that Addison needed to stay in Seattle, or even if Addison would allow her to be that reason even if Izzie were capable of it. She thought that she sensed hope and longing in the older woman’s eyes, but she could have been mistaken. She wanted to take a risk and just reach out and touch her, hold her, soothe her, give her a reason to believe in herself again. Izzie wanted to put her back together.
But Izzie was a paralyzed. She was afraid to reach out because she didn’t think she could handle the pain of rejection. She didn’t think that she had a chance. Addison, on the other hand, was desperate. She figured that things couldn’t get much worse, and she wanted desperately to find a reason to stay, a reason not to run away-running away wasn’t really her M.O., it was Derek’s. The way that Addison saw it, there was very little harm in going after Izzie-if things went poorly, as they almost certainly would, she could be out of down at the drop of a hat. She knew that Richard wouldn’t sue her for breaking her contract or anything like that. Addison also knew that she would regret it for the rest of her life if she didn’t take a chance, especially when there was so little left to lose.
Addison tentatively moved closer to Izzie, taking Izzie’s hand in her own. She put her two fingers beneath Izzie’s chin, turning her head so that she was facing Addison. Izzie, encouraged by Addison’s behavior, and perhaps struck by the reality of the situation, that Addison was probably leaving in the near future and thus Izzie wouldn’t have another opportunity to be open and honest with her, leaned in closer to Addison, closing the distance between them and planted a warm, sweet kiss on Addison’s lips. A kiss that was reciprocated and rapidly became fervent and desperate because of the desire and pent up emotion that charged it. Tongues dueled and explored, feeling and tasting every part of the divinely foreign wonderlands to which they were being introduced.
Addison stopped abruptly, pulling away gently from a very confused and profoundly hurt looking Izzie. It wasn’t that Addison was unhappy with the situation-Izzie was more than Addison had allowed herself to hope for, and there was nothing more that she could wish for, but she was insecure.
Izzie looked deep into Addison’s eyes, searching for the reason that she had broken away suddenly. Upon discovering all of the fear and anxiety displayed prominently in those large blue-green spheres, Izzie was instantly reassured. She delicately placed a comforting hand on Addison’s shoulder. Addison recoiled a little, shrinking back into herself a little more. The woman before Izzie was not the strong, confident surgeon that she knew-in her place was a frightened little girl who had been abused and abandoned too many times to count, who needed reassurance. Addison looked at Izzie uncertainly.
“What are we doing, Izzie?” Her voice was cautious, uncertain. Izzie took one of Addison’s hands between her own, calmly, looking into her eyes reassuringly.
“We’re doing whatever it is that you want to do,” she lightly ran a hand through Addison’s ruby locks, tucking a strand of hair gently behind her ear, “now the only question is, what do you want?”
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Addison/Izzie
Summary: See earlier chapters
Disclaimer: you know the deal
Addison chased after Izzie. Well, not so much chased as walked quickly after, slowly and nonchalantly enough not to look weird running after the intern. Calmly, she entered the intern locker room, hoping that she would find Izzie there. She heard soft crying as she carefully made her way around the rows and rows of green metal, cursing the volume of her current footwear.
Addison’s breath caught as she reached the end of a set of lockers, revealing Izzie Stevens, red-faced and crumpled on the floor, tears sliding down her face and dropping to her scrubs, unobstructed by her hands. She didn’t seem to have noticed Addison’s entrance, she just stared ahead, seemingly entranced by the wall in front of her. Addison slid down to the floor beside the intern, but far enough away that they weren’t touching.
“Stevens, are you alright?”
“Were you even going to tell me?” Izzie inquired softly, still staring straight ahead. Addison looked at her, dumbfounded. She knew very little about the girl beside her on a personal level, other than the fact that they were freakishly similar when it came to being too attached to patients and sleeping with the wrong people. She couldn’t consider Izzie a friend, either, given that Izzie had thrown a wrench into her best friend’s marriage by sleeping with her husband, although, truth be told it wasn’t entirely Izzie’s fault. Plus, there was the fact that Izzie never talked to her. Sure, she had forgiven her for the quints, but that didn’t mean that they ever conversed other than when necessary-unlike Addison’s mutually flirtatious relationship with Alex. That wasn’t to say that Addison didn’t like Izzie-they got along well, and Addison was quite fond of the intern-she just wasn’t always sure that the feeling was mutual. Also, if Addison were being completely honest with herself, she wanted nothing more than to touch Izzie, more so now that she was crying, now that she seemed so hurt and defeated.
“Izzie…”
“So what, you just wanted me to come into work one day and find that you were not here? That you just…up and left?”
“Izzie, I haven’t told anyone that I’m leaving. Not even the Chief.”
“But you were going to tell them. You weren’t going to tell me.” Addison looked at her curiously.
“And why should I have told you?” she asked, not out of malice, but simply because she was unsure.
“Because…because…” Izzie was finding herself at a loss for words. Why should Addison have told her? Just because Izzie tended to favor her service? That didn’t mean anything. Izzie was an intern, an intern that Addison probably hated for screwing over one of her only friends. Addison raises an eyebrow.
“Because?”
“Because I’ve been on your service more than most other people and…and you’re kind of…my mentor person,” Izzie says sheepishly, knowing full well that her argument probably sounds half-baked-as it should, it is. She knows there is no reason that Addison should have told her.
Addison had to tell herself not to assume that there was something more there, or that Izzie actually cared about her beyond the loose, casual workplace relationship that they had forged. She had hardly expected anyone to care about her departure, much less the bottle-blonde intern.
“Why haven’t you told anyone yet?” Izzie’s question shook Addison from her reverie. When Addie didn’t speak, Izzie became anxious. “I mean, because, um, you know…two weeks notice and all that stuff…I thought maybe…you would’ve told the Chief or something.” Addison held up a hand, effectively silencing Izzie’s nervous rambling. She cleared her throat.
“I…haven’t told anyone because…honestly? I’m still looking for a reason to stay.” Her voice has grown thick with tears and she is looking Izzie directly in the eye, attempting to hide the spark of hope that Izzie had ignited within her. It was ridiculous to think that her probably straight female intern could provide her with a reason sound enough to keep her in Seattle, but the unreasonable hope was there nonetheless.
Izzie was uncertain what she should do to soothe the older woman’s pain. She wasn’t sure if she was capable of being the reason that Addison needed to stay in Seattle, or even if Addison would allow her to be that reason even if Izzie were capable of it. She thought that she sensed hope and longing in the older woman’s eyes, but she could have been mistaken. She wanted to take a risk and just reach out and touch her, hold her, soothe her, give her a reason to believe in herself again. Izzie wanted to put her back together.
But Izzie was a paralyzed. She was afraid to reach out because she didn’t think she could handle the pain of rejection. She didn’t think that she had a chance. Addison, on the other hand, was desperate. She figured that things couldn’t get much worse, and she wanted desperately to find a reason to stay, a reason not to run away-running away wasn’t really her M.O., it was Derek’s. The way that Addison saw it, there was very little harm in going after Izzie-if things went poorly, as they almost certainly would, she could be out of down at the drop of a hat. She knew that Richard wouldn’t sue her for breaking her contract or anything like that. Addison also knew that she would regret it for the rest of her life if she didn’t take a chance, especially when there was so little left to lose.
Addison tentatively moved closer to Izzie, taking Izzie’s hand in her own. She put her two fingers beneath Izzie’s chin, turning her head so that she was facing Addison. Izzie, encouraged by Addison’s behavior, and perhaps struck by the reality of the situation, that Addison was probably leaving in the near future and thus Izzie wouldn’t have another opportunity to be open and honest with her, leaned in closer to Addison, closing the distance between them and planted a warm, sweet kiss on Addison’s lips. A kiss that was reciprocated and rapidly became fervent and desperate because of the desire and pent up emotion that charged it. Tongues dueled and explored, feeling and tasting every part of the divinely foreign wonderlands to which they were being introduced.
Addison stopped abruptly, pulling away gently from a very confused and profoundly hurt looking Izzie. It wasn’t that Addison was unhappy with the situation-Izzie was more than Addison had allowed herself to hope for, and there was nothing more that she could wish for, but she was insecure.
Izzie looked deep into Addison’s eyes, searching for the reason that she had broken away suddenly. Upon discovering all of the fear and anxiety displayed prominently in those large blue-green spheres, Izzie was instantly reassured. She delicately placed a comforting hand on Addison’s shoulder. Addison recoiled a little, shrinking back into herself a little more. The woman before Izzie was not the strong, confident surgeon that she knew-in her place was a frightened little girl who had been abused and abandoned too many times to count, who needed reassurance. Addison looked at Izzie uncertainly.
“What are we doing, Izzie?” Her voice was cautious, uncertain. Izzie took one of Addison’s hands between her own, calmly, looking into her eyes reassuringly.
“We’re doing whatever it is that you want to do,” she lightly ran a hand through Addison’s ruby locks, tucking a strand of hair gently behind her ear, “now the only question is, what do you want?”