Fic: Missing You, 3/?
TITLE: Missing You, 3/?
AUTHOR: Carla
RATING: PG-13
PARINGS: Addison/Izzie, some George/Izzie references.
DISCLAIMER: None of the characters in this work are mine, unfortunately!
WORD COUNT: 1400
SUMMARY: Addison returns, and emotions are sent spiralling out of control.
SETTING: Season 4, a few episodes in.
“What you do-ing?” Izzie chirped, virtually ignoring the fact that George was tending to a patient. “Oh, and I was thinking. Maybe tonight could be, you know... The night."
Slightly bewildered by her forwardness, George tried his best to focus solely on the arm he was bandaging. Then, he glanced back at her, a nervous grin curling his lips. “Yeah. Uh, the night - That sounds, good. Good.” By then, he had secured the bandage, so turned around to face Izzie completely, “Did you, want to talk about something? Or... Because, I am finished with, him.”
Izzie responded with her signature grin, “Yay! So tonight, then.”
With all this, behaviour, with Dr Montgomery, she needed something to focus on - And getting her beast fed, seemed the best option. Reaching out, she took her boyfriend's arm and dragged him forward a few inches, leaning in close. “And, unless you mean talking, as in hot nasty, dirty sex in an on-call room, then no, I do not need to talk.”
He blushed fiercely, and was almost relieved when he heard Dr Shepherd calling.
“O'Malley!”
Addison had had barely enough time to react, before Derek had whipped around, and headed off toward the two younger doctors. So, she was forced to go after him.
“O'Malley, how do you feel about being the intern on a conjoined twins case?”
Suddenly, he was spun around, and the redhead scowled. “George, you fucking picked George!?” She emphasized his name the second time, “Use someone else.”
Despite how quiet she had tried to be, George heard every word, and was shifting between both feet.
Derek noticed his uneasiness, his eyes darting between his ex-wife, and the intern. “Unless, Dr Montgomery has a problem with it?” He looked at her judgingly, “Do you, Add-i-son?”
“I, uh.” Addison bit her lip. At this point, she would have preferred anyone other than him, even Meredith Grey.
George looked to Izzie, as means of support.
Unfortunately, the blonde had spotted his cry for help. So, she looked directly at Addison, catching her gaze. Her eyes were filled with warmth, so much so that you could even say it edged on pleading. With the raging feelings she was having for Addison, this may not have been her greatest ever decision - But as George's girlfriend, she was obliged to back him up.
The attending swayed slightly as her eyes locked onto the opposing brown pools. They were basically irresistible, and the longer they stared, the more intoxicating they became. Soon, she found her legs turning to jelly, forcing Addison to cling to the nearest object, to stop herself from falling. Her need for Isobel Stevens was growing with each passing second, so albeit begrudgingly, she stood defeated. “Fine.” She turned, needing to get away from the object of her desire, and started walking to the door, “Just keep out of my way, O'Malley.”
Almost instantly, Izzie felt a twang of guilt for eliciting such a reaction from her boss, but her train of thought was cut off by Derek making a snide comment.
“She always did hate it when I won.”
At that, Izzie hurried off after her, leaving the boys to stupid banter.
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Izzie caught up with Addison, standing in front of the surgical board, marker poised in her hand, ready to write. Quietly, she came to stand beside her, perhaps a little closer than she should have, given her little performance in the clinic. The redhead did not even acknowledge her presence. So, mimicking her actions, Izzie just stood there, staring up at the writing, though not really paying attention too it.
“I am really sorry.”
Addison kept her eyes ahead, expression not faltering. “Its fine, Stevens.”
“No, I overstepped the mark.”
“I said, it was fine.” She shot back, her words harsh.
Izzie flinched a little, “But-”
“Stevens! I am warning you.” Addison snapped, rather aggressively.
The blonde sighed, “Fine. But you know I had to back him up, right? I wanted Dr Shepherd to pick someone else as much as you did, but...”
“You're dating, and you had to stand behind your boyfriend, I get it.” Addison finished her sentence, “God knows I had to do it for Derek enough.”
“I'm still sorry.”
“I know you are.” Blue eyes finally shifted to look at Izzie, and Addison smiled softly. Not wanting to get caught in her spell again, however, she quickly changed the subject, “Now, help me with this.” She gestured to the surgical board.
Grinning, Izzie obeyed, and turned to concentrate. She pondered a moment, “How about shifting the knee replacement to...” She gestured to another space on the board, “Four o'clock. Then you have a three-hour slot in OR 2.”
The attending tilted her head, “It could work.”
“And, OR 3 is pretty much empty from two o'clock, apart from Sloan's facelift and nose job - And he can do those another day.”
“Perfect.” Addison elbowed her gently, “I knew you were useful for something.”
Izzie put a hand to her chest, her mouth open in mock hurt. “You better be careful, lady. I could just take myself off your service - I hear Meredith is free.”
The older woman's eyes immediately wore fear, “No. Please, I'll be nice. I promise.”
Strangely, Izzie got a rise out of Addison's pleading tone. Just for a moment, it had felt like she was in control, “You better be.”
Lifting the marker to the board, Addison began switching surgeries and booking herself, and Dr Shepherd into their respective OR's. Just as she was finishing up, (an awed Izzie watching as she managed to keep her handwriting perfect, despite the fact she was writing on a whiteboard) she gazed at her.
“Isobel.” Addison's tone was overly sugar-coated and sweet, “Would you mind terribly if I asked you to prep Mrs Walker for surgery?”
The resident rolled her eyes, “Sure.” Turning away, she looked back over her shoulder, a broad grin on her face, “Just quit talking like that, or I'll have to start calling you McPeachy.”
Addison made a face.
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In one smooth movement, Izzie removed the needle from the arm she was balancing on her knees, and placed a small wad of gauze over the pinprick.
“Push hard on that, for me.”
As Mrs Walker's fingers took the place of her own, Izzie plucked a pen from her lab coat, and scribbled something onto the vile of blood she was holding in her other hand.
“Okay, you're almost done.” A small click was heard, as she repositioned the Biro in her pocket, “You just need a visit from the anaesthetist, and we can head into delivery." Izzie kept the expression on her face neutral.
The brunette nodded, a tear tracing its way down her cheek.
Izzie held up the vile, “I will be right back.”
Neither Mrs Walker, nor her husband -who had arrived a bit earlier- reacted to her words, and simply looked between each other, and the wall.
As she turned, Izzie sighed, it was times like these that made her regret getting too close to her patients. The only thing that made her feel better, was that deep down, she knew Addison did the very same. A young Asian doctor clashed with her as she reached the door, (probably the anaesthetist) causing her to turn sideways to avoid walking straight into him.
It did not take Izzie long, to get the necessary tests completed on the blood sample, and before she knew it, she was back in the patient room, this time however, Dr Montgomery was there.
The blonde closed the gap between them, before tentatively placing a hand on Addison's shoulder, leaning into her.
The sudden touch made Addison jump a little, but once she realised it was Izzie, she relaxed against her hand, perhaps a little too much.
“Her bloods and urine are fine, so, whenever you're ready.”
The redhead closed her eyes a moment, enjoying the warm breath on her neck. “Great.” Her voice was rather light and dreamy, the reason being plainly obvious.
Izzie gravitated closer.
“I had better, page Derek...” Addison turned her head to look at Izzie, their lips narrowly missing one another.
Both doctors silently wished they'd been just a hair closer, before they remembered the room-full of people, and took a step back from each other. Then, throats were cleared, making the whole ordeal a whole lot more noticeable.
“Uh, make sure he is waiting. Ready. For when we deliver.”