Fic: Red Velvet Cake
So..I have no idea what I was thinking with this. For the most part I'm 95% lurker, 5% writer so I don't know what possessed me to write anything to begin with but on top of that I'm kinda obsessed with the whole George/Izzie thing so...I have no idea what I was thinking with this. And since I never write or really use livejournal at all this is unbetaed and my journal will probably always be kinda bare like this but I did want to credit profoundly_grey for the icon. I'm not really sure if that's the normal way people credit when they take icons but I didn't want to be a thief so..there ya go. Forgive me for this. I LOVE Bang and Gizzie but I hope at least a few people enjoy this.
Fic: Red Velvet Cake
Author: stolen_kisses87
Rating: PG, maybe PG-13. Definitely nothing even close to bad
Pairing: umm...Burke/Izzie (I KNOW)
Disclaimer: All of this belongs to ABC and Shonda Rhimes and probably several other people that have nothing to do with me.
Spoilers: All the way up to Desire
Summary: He knew she'd pick the red velvet cake.
He knew she’d pick the red velvet cake. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that Izzie Stephens fully understood why the red velvet cake was the answer, why the type of cake mattered in the first place. Out of all the members of their dysfunctional little group, Izzie Stephens would always be the one most like him. They were the doctors that somehow managed to be people too, that cared about Thanksgiving and appreciated the value of a day without surgery.
He can’t help but wonder how things would’ve turned out if he had given that cup of coffee to the girl with a smile that reminded him of all the things they were fighting to save and eyes that made him believe it was okay to be just the man and not the surgery god he’d come to be. Okay to just be Preston instead of the always impressive Dr. Preston Burke.
With Christina it’s always hard lines and rough edges and the constant push and pull of two people trying to take when neither one has ever been willing to give an inch. Life had demanded that she be tough to in order to succeed, molded her into sharp hips and harsh words that allowed her to always feel like she was one step ahead. It was always a constant competition to see who would come out on top and at the end of the day he was left feeling empty and tired instead of like he won anything at all.
Izzie was..soft. A compassionate girl with a soft heart that had been broken too many times to ever fully be repaired. Kind and warm on the outside with an inner strength she somehow always managed to share with anyone around her in need of it even when it seemed like she had nothing left to give. She would understand the limits of how much he had to give while still knowing exactly what to offer in return.
If he had given that cup of coffee to the girl with the heartbreaking smile and compassionate eyes he’d probably be watching her poring over magazines full of pretty girls in pretty wedding dresses right now instead of watching her slowly fall apart at the seams. Her eyes would be full of laughter and love instead of tears shed from the heart break of falling for another man she was never meant to have. She’d be even more excited about every minute detail of the wedding than he was, and every night he’d come home to the home she was just as eager to make as him and surround himself in her warmth and love.
If only he had given her that cup of coffee.
Fic: Red Velvet Cake
Author: stolen_kisses87
Rating: PG, maybe PG-13. Definitely nothing even close to bad
Pairing: umm...Burke/Izzie (I KNOW)
Disclaimer: All of this belongs to ABC and Shonda Rhimes and probably several other people that have nothing to do with me.
Spoilers: All the way up to Desire
Summary: He knew she'd pick the red velvet cake.
He knew she’d pick the red velvet cake. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that Izzie Stephens fully understood why the red velvet cake was the answer, why the type of cake mattered in the first place. Out of all the members of their dysfunctional little group, Izzie Stephens would always be the one most like him. They were the doctors that somehow managed to be people too, that cared about Thanksgiving and appreciated the value of a day without surgery.
He can’t help but wonder how things would’ve turned out if he had given that cup of coffee to the girl with a smile that reminded him of all the things they were fighting to save and eyes that made him believe it was okay to be just the man and not the surgery god he’d come to be. Okay to just be Preston instead of the always impressive Dr. Preston Burke.
With Christina it’s always hard lines and rough edges and the constant push and pull of two people trying to take when neither one has ever been willing to give an inch. Life had demanded that she be tough to in order to succeed, molded her into sharp hips and harsh words that allowed her to always feel like she was one step ahead. It was always a constant competition to see who would come out on top and at the end of the day he was left feeling empty and tired instead of like he won anything at all.
Izzie was..soft. A compassionate girl with a soft heart that had been broken too many times to ever fully be repaired. Kind and warm on the outside with an inner strength she somehow always managed to share with anyone around her in need of it even when it seemed like she had nothing left to give. She would understand the limits of how much he had to give while still knowing exactly what to offer in return.
If he had given that cup of coffee to the girl with the heartbreaking smile and compassionate eyes he’d probably be watching her poring over magazines full of pretty girls in pretty wedding dresses right now instead of watching her slowly fall apart at the seams. Her eyes would be full of laughter and love instead of tears shed from the heart break of falling for another man she was never meant to have. She’d be even more excited about every minute detail of the wedding than he was, and every night he’d come home to the home she was just as eager to make as him and surround himself in her warmth and love.
If only he had given her that cup of coffee.