Strangers When We Meet (R)

George O’Malley had spent all day wondering when it was going to happen. When the other shoe was going to drop. His nerves were jangled, his teeth were on edge.

Izzie was nowhere to be found. And that was really making him anxious.

Not because he was worried about her safety or health. Oh, no.

He was worried about ( Read more... )

What She Wants (NC-17)

Juliet does cool, calm, and collected better than anyone. It’s something she doesn’t even have to work at - it’s a gift she’s had since childhood. It comes in handy around here. She observes everyone around her, takes in their nervous glances at the rustles in the foliage, and lets their emotions roll past her, ( Read more... )

Izzie’s eyes opened in the dark.  It took a moment for her to register where she was, and when her eyes finally pulled focus on Alex’s stubbled cheek, slack on the pillow next to her, she had the involuntary urge to check the position - or perhaps presence - of her clothing.

Mussed, yes.  Missing, no.

Relief came in waves as the memories of the ( Read more... )

Another new G/I story...something to get some idling engines revved...

...and you know who you are...

*wink-wink*

Too Good to Be True (Tell Me I’m Not Dreaming) (NC-17)

George O'Malley tossed and turned. A mattress spring was poking through, and it always seemed to follow him, no matter how he would position himself. He'd lift his body, turn one ( Read more... )

An opening expression of appreciation.

Thank you, (your name here), for participating in this communal barter, and for sharing your imagination and creative energy with this particular hack.  Please know and trust that no matter what you deign to set forth on the table before me, I will gobble it down greedily, and grin with affection, expressing ( Read more... )

The Pretender (PG-13)
George had thrown the second of his three darts into the target when Izzie walked in the front door of Joe’s, glowing and gorgeous in blue jeans and a cream-colored sweater. His eyes couldn’t help but follow as she found an empty table about halfway across the room. It took him only a moment to set down his last dart and ( Read more... )

Dream Lover
The seemingly endless day had finally given over to night.  George tottered his way home from the bus stop, body heavy with the weight of seventeen hours spent running from one emergency to another and back again.  Izzie had seen him under the enclosure outside the hospital, even offered him a ride home, but he turned it down. There was ( Read more... )

Tom Sez:  Or is it eight?  I'm not sure where it is or isn't anymore.

The title is the name of the first track on Def Leppard's new album "Songs from the Sparkle Lounge" - yes, I'm an unapologetic fan of that particular pop-metal band, and that one song - to my ear, a lean, muscular rocker - is worth the price of the whole album...at least for me... ( Read more... )

Tom Sez:  Number Eight?  That's a little dishonest.  See, it's really a continuation of Number Seven, so you could call this Seven-and-a-Half.

No, since there might be more, it's not a half.   Seven-Point-Two.  Yeah, that's about right.

More?  Wow.  I'm really putting myself on the spot here, especially since you haven't even seen this one yet.  ( Read more... )

Tom Sez:  It's been too long since I last wrote something for my friends here, so here's something brand new that I hope you enjoy.

Write This Down

He had decided to do this some time ago.  At least two weeks.  He had words to say.  And he was going to say them.  But he wanted to avoid fumbling and stumbling over himself, choking on the ( Read more... )