Fic: Bringing Sexy Back (5/?)
Hey! Here's the next chapter to my fic. Thanks for all the feedback on it so far. Its very much appreciated. :)
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 Joseba 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 couldn’t believe her own boyfriend had betrayed her by helping her cardio competition. George knew she was struggling for Hahn’s attention against Cristina. He knew that with her rocky history in the field, it was going to be hard for her to gain respect from some and even harder going against the cardio-fanatic Cristina Yang. Everyone in the hospital knew that was the specialty Cristina excelled in. She wanted to excel, she wanted to be known for the great things she did, instead of the mistakes she made.
Izzie grumbled as she turned the corner, but stopped when she saw Cristina leaning on the nurses’ station while reading a chart. Cristina looked up when she felt someone’s stare and a slow knowing smile spread across her face as she saw Izzie’s angry glare. Izzie gritted her teeth to keep herself from making a scene.
“Did you decide to finally come back in to actually do some work?” Cristina asked, smirking.
Izzie crossed her arms. “Yes and I see you’ve been working overtime while I was gone.”
Cristina smile widened. “Well what can I say? I’m a workaholic.”
“Funny I always heard it was more like a work-whore…” Izzie smirked back. Cristina rolled her eyes as she went back to her chart.
“Oh that’s original, kettle. Speaking of which, have you seen George? I need him to do some research.”
“George?” Izzie asked as she came up to the desk and leaned against it. “Do you really think stealing George will get to me?”
Cristina looked up at Izzie and gave her serious look.
“Iz, this is a profession, one I take seriously. This isn’t about stealing, but about picking the best. George is the elevator cardio rock-star, so of course he’s going to be on my team. It’s all about who’s best for the job.”
Izzie blinked at the serious answer. She had expected some smart-ass comeback. Not something that actually made some sense. She just wished she had thought of it first.
“Besides, pissing you off is only a bonus,” Cristina snorted, as she gathered up the chart and walked off chuckling to herself.
Izzie narrowed her eyes at the retreating doctor.
“Oh yeah? Well do you know who the original rock-star of this hospital is? Me!” Izzie said, loudly but the only response she got from Cristina was her hand up in the air in the shape of a rock-star symbol.
“Ugh,” Izzie grumbled. “Just great.”
“Dr. Stevens?”
“What?!” Izzie asked, harshly, whipping around to find her intern Mitch looking at her with wide eyes.
“I was hoping I could get your help with a case…” Mitch asked, meekly. “The one I was going to ask about before…”
“What?” Izzie asked, confused.
“Before in the supply closet… with George… you said to go away…” Izzie just stared at him as if she wasn’t getting the point. “… I had a question then… and still do.”
“Okay, well let’s hear it. This is a fast pace environment, Mitch, we don’t have all day to stand around for you to get your question out.”
“Right, I understand the fast pace environment part, which is why… well I had a question about Mrs. Robinson’s case. About possibly using the drug Minontal…”
“Mrs. Robinson? The epileptic case? No, no Minontal would be the worst thing you could use, it has adverse effects on epileptic cases.”
Mitch suddenly went pale. “Oh.”
Izzie furrowed her brow. “Did that answer you question?”
“Uh huh,” Mitch answered, faintly.
“Um, okay, so do you have any more questions? Cause you don’t look like a doctor who is very sure of much right now, which is something that is usually frown upon.”
“Um yeah, I do have one more question. Say Minontal was used… say it was administered to a case much like Mrs. Robinson’s… what would one do then?” Mitch said, his eyes wide with worry.
Izzie crossed her arms. “Well since we MUST be talking hypothetically because none of MY interns would seriously be that stupid enough to do that, I would say who ever did do that would be in for a MAJOR ass chewing session. Then after that we would have to see the effects of the medicine on the patient and come up with a plan to reverse such effects. But like I said, that’s just hypothetically, right? I mean you, seriously, wouldn’t pull that stunt, right?”
Mitch gulped.
“No no no, Mitch, please don’t tell me you gave Mrs. Robinson Minontal of all things??” Izzie looked at her intern, who just open his mouth to say something but nothing came out. “You see this is the part where assure me you’re not that big of screw up and end it with some sort of sucking up phrase.”
“I didn’t know…”
“Seriously?? I mean seriously?” Izzie interrupted him, rounding the nurses’ station to look at the medical charts. She found Mrs. Robinson’s chart and picked it up to flip through it. “You seriously gave Mrs. Robinson…” She read the chart… “… 900 miligrams of Minontal?!”
“You… you told me to go away… to find something to do. So so…”
“You put our patient into a coma?!”
“Oh jeez...”
“Yeah, I don’t think that covers the severity of the situation, Mitch.”
“Oh man… I’m going to be kicked out of the program… my mother is going to kill me…” Mitch ranted, breathing hard.
“Yeah that is if the chief doesn’t first,” Izzie said, studying the chart.
“You and George… You wanted alone time…. and so I thought it wouldn’t hurt to make one tiny call on…”
Izzie suddenly looked up at him. “Woah woah. First of all, let’s not get crazy here…” She laughed nervously, “… In the closet…George and I didn’t…I mean… just don’t say that out loud and let that get spread around. Nothing happen. Trust. Me.”
“… I’m going to get kicked out and… my school loans… I’m going to have to pay back the 50 grand it took to get to this point… I’m gonna be flipping hamburgers at McDonalds next week…” Mitch rambled, breathing even harder.
Izzie looked at him strangely. “You’re not about to pass out are you? Here, sit down.”
Mitch numbly sat down while he tried to control his breathing. Izzie looked in the nurses’ supply cart and found a paper bag to give to him.
“Breathe. Don’t freak just yet. Trust me when I say it takes a lot more of a screw up to get kicked out of the program.”
Mitch breathed into the bag she gave him. In between deep breaths, with the bag inflating in and out, he looked up at her and said, “That’s right, you’re the L-VAD cutter.”
Mitch jumped when Izzie roughly snatched the paper bag away.
“Let’s just go see how much damage YOU did, Mitch.” Izzie said shortly, before turning to walk down the hallway.
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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 Joseba 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 couldn’t believe her own boyfriend had betrayed her by helping her cardio competition. George knew she was struggling for Hahn’s attention against Cristina. He knew that with her rocky history in the field, it was going to be hard for her to gain respect from some and even harder going against the cardio-fanatic Cristina Yang. Everyone in the hospital knew that was the specialty Cristina excelled in. She wanted to excel, she wanted to be known for the great things she did, instead of the mistakes she made.
Izzie grumbled as she turned the corner, but stopped when she saw Cristina leaning on the nurses’ station while reading a chart. Cristina looked up when she felt someone’s stare and a slow knowing smile spread across her face as she saw Izzie’s angry glare. Izzie gritted her teeth to keep herself from making a scene.
“Did you decide to finally come back in to actually do some work?” Cristina asked, smirking.
Izzie crossed her arms. “Yes and I see you’ve been working overtime while I was gone.”
Cristina smile widened. “Well what can I say? I’m a workaholic.”
“Funny I always heard it was more like a work-whore…” Izzie smirked back. Cristina rolled her eyes as she went back to her chart.
“Oh that’s original, kettle. Speaking of which, have you seen George? I need him to do some research.”
“George?” Izzie asked as she came up to the desk and leaned against it. “Do you really think stealing George will get to me?”
Cristina looked up at Izzie and gave her serious look.
“Iz, this is a profession, one I take seriously. This isn’t about stealing, but about picking the best. George is the elevator cardio rock-star, so of course he’s going to be on my team. It’s all about who’s best for the job.”
Izzie blinked at the serious answer. She had expected some smart-ass comeback. Not something that actually made some sense. She just wished she had thought of it first.
“Besides, pissing you off is only a bonus,” Cristina snorted, as she gathered up the chart and walked off chuckling to herself.
Izzie narrowed her eyes at the retreating doctor.
“Oh yeah? Well do you know who the original rock-star of this hospital is? Me!” Izzie said, loudly but the only response she got from Cristina was her hand up in the air in the shape of a rock-star symbol.
“Ugh,” Izzie grumbled. “Just great.”
“Dr. Stevens?”
“What?!” Izzie asked, harshly, whipping around to find her intern Mitch looking at her with wide eyes.
“I was hoping I could get your help with a case…” Mitch asked, meekly. “The one I was going to ask about before…”
“What?” Izzie asked, confused.
“Before in the supply closet… with George… you said to go away…” Izzie just stared at him as if she wasn’t getting the point. “… I had a question then… and still do.”
“Okay, well let’s hear it. This is a fast pace environment, Mitch, we don’t have all day to stand around for you to get your question out.”
“Right, I understand the fast pace environment part, which is why… well I had a question about Mrs. Robinson’s case. About possibly using the drug Minontal…”
“Mrs. Robinson? The epileptic case? No, no Minontal would be the worst thing you could use, it has adverse effects on epileptic cases.”
Mitch suddenly went pale. “Oh.”
Izzie furrowed her brow. “Did that answer you question?”
“Uh huh,” Mitch answered, faintly.
“Um, okay, so do you have any more questions? Cause you don’t look like a doctor who is very sure of much right now, which is something that is usually frown upon.”
“Um yeah, I do have one more question. Say Minontal was used… say it was administered to a case much like Mrs. Robinson’s… what would one do then?” Mitch said, his eyes wide with worry.
Izzie crossed her arms. “Well since we MUST be talking hypothetically because none of MY interns would seriously be that stupid enough to do that, I would say who ever did do that would be in for a MAJOR ass chewing session. Then after that we would have to see the effects of the medicine on the patient and come up with a plan to reverse such effects. But like I said, that’s just hypothetically, right? I mean you, seriously, wouldn’t pull that stunt, right?”
Mitch gulped.
“No no no, Mitch, please don’t tell me you gave Mrs. Robinson Minontal of all things??” Izzie looked at her intern, who just open his mouth to say something but nothing came out. “You see this is the part where assure me you’re not that big of screw up and end it with some sort of sucking up phrase.”
“I didn’t know…”
“Seriously?? I mean seriously?” Izzie interrupted him, rounding the nurses’ station to look at the medical charts. She found Mrs. Robinson’s chart and picked it up to flip through it. “You seriously gave Mrs. Robinson…” She read the chart… “… 900 miligrams of Minontal?!”
“You… you told me to go away… to find something to do. So so…”
“You put our patient into a coma?!”
“Oh jeez...”
“Yeah, I don’t think that covers the severity of the situation, Mitch.”
“Oh man… I’m going to be kicked out of the program… my mother is going to kill me…” Mitch ranted, breathing hard.
“Yeah that is if the chief doesn’t first,” Izzie said, studying the chart.
“You and George… You wanted alone time…. and so I thought it wouldn’t hurt to make one tiny call on…”
Izzie suddenly looked up at him. “Woah woah. First of all, let’s not get crazy here…” She laughed nervously, “… In the closet…George and I didn’t…I mean… just don’t say that out loud and let that get spread around. Nothing happen. Trust. Me.”
“… I’m going to get kicked out and… my school loans… I’m going to have to pay back the 50 grand it took to get to this point… I’m gonna be flipping hamburgers at McDonalds next week…” Mitch rambled, breathing even harder.
Izzie looked at him strangely. “You’re not about to pass out are you? Here, sit down.”
Mitch numbly sat down while he tried to control his breathing. Izzie looked in the nurses’ supply cart and found a paper bag to give to him.
“Breathe. Don’t freak just yet. Trust me when I say it takes a lot more of a screw up to get kicked out of the program.”
Mitch breathed into the bag she gave him. In between deep breaths, with the bag inflating in and out, he looked up at her and said, “That’s right, you’re the L-VAD cutter.”
Mitch jumped when Izzie roughly snatched the paper bag away.
“Let’s just go see how much damage YOU did, Mitch.” Izzie said shortly, before turning to walk down the hallway.
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