Fic: Dust Yourself Off (and Try Again) - (Lost/GA)
Title: Dust Yourself Off (and Try Again).
Fandom: Lost/Grey's Anatomy
Pairing/Character: Boone/Izzie.
Spoilers/Warnings: GA: Post season three; Lost: future. Only tidbits are mentioned. References to 'Finding Nemo', 'Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl' and 'Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest'.
Disclaimer: Not mine. ;/
Word Count: 1878
Rating: PG.
Summary: She's always been envious of the fact that Johnny Depp had more luck than her when it came to unlocking the key to the beating heart of secrets.
Written For: cult_ships:- Flashforward.
Notes: For fading_spark; you've allowed me to enter Boone/Izzie into cult_ships and I thank you SO much for it! ♥ MY MUSE IS BACK! I don't know if I'll turn this into something or keep is as a "loner" piece. I quite like this piece, but some bits I'm not sure of. ALL MISTAKES ARE MINE. =D The title is a lyric in Aaliyah's song, 'Try Again'. Feedback is love. ♥
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He's never taken her to a beach to feel the sand try to capture her pink coated toes. He never really talks about the island; she only gets to hear snippets from Jack or Kate, or even that Hurley when he's downing drinks with Alex at Joe's, but it's only when they slip.
Boone's always been careful not to let anything slip.
She sits there, at Joe's every night after her shift, and she counts the drinks Hurley gurgles into his body. It's always four before Hurley will let little bits about the island and the lack-of bloody pink pigs slip.
They've been sitting at the bar for what feels like two hours, and Izzie's been eyeing Hurley's drinks. It's the only time her questions are answered; what was it like, was it beautiful, was it better than what the tabloids are making it out to have been?
But Boone's hand touches hers, covering her pale skin with his tanned hand, and he whispers, "Don't."
It's the only word he says that hints at the island.
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Thoughts about the island distract her from focussing on McSteamy's surgery, and it gives him a chance to ogle her 'assets' and for him to see why she really became a model.
She doesn't notice, though, as her mind is sailing around a pretty green island where Jack Sparrow and that Keira girl are dancing and singing, and getting drunk, right before the camera stops and they never get to see Johnny Depp doing the McNasty with the lucky teenager.
They're washing their hands, and McSteamy asks her what's wrong. It's unusual for Mark Sloan to care about anyone but himself, and Izzie turns to him and opens her mouth four times, resembling one of those fish that went to rescue Nemo, before she shakes her head and walks off.
She's not going to get personal with the New-York-to-Seattle bouncing ball.
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She avoids George at all costs. She doesn't need his seriously bad decision making around her. It's already caused a wound in her relationship with the blue-eyed McHottie.
She takes the elevator when she sees George skidding her way, and before she realises who is in it, she presses a random button and watches as the doors slide shut on George who is demanding to talk to her.
Izzie sighs in relief, but when she hears McDreamy's calm voice, she jumps and turns around, narrowing her eyes at the man with the hair cut that makes the intern named Meredith Grey drop her pants.
"What?" Izzie demands breathlessly, looking away from Shepherd's probing eyes.
"Nothing," he says, and the corner of his lips turn up and he watches the elevator lights above the door 'bing' as they pass each floor.
He knows something she doesn't, and she hates it when he pulls that adolescent act on her. She'd slap him, but Izzie knows Meredith would go all 'cagefighter' on her (although, the blonde who grew up in a trailer park would so kick Meredith Grey's ass. Seriously.).
"What, Dr Shepherd? You obviously have something to say!"
Derek shrugs, and innocently throws out a few words about not avoiding O'Malley and to not press McHottie, but wait, for patience is a virtue.
"I bet that's what you said to Meredith when she found out you were married," she mutters as she stalks out of the elevator and onto the floor.
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She's never had a conversation with Kate before. She finds her a little tacky; she'd prefer Callie over Kate as a BFF any day, and that fact scares her.
She's intimidated for a split second when Kate invites herself to sit opposite Izzie in the cafeteria at Seattle Grace, and places her hands on the table and leans forward as if revealing a secret to a really close friend.
Izzie doubts she'll be hearing anything personal and secretive about the island.
Kate taps her fingers on the tabletop, as if waiting for some sign to speak. Izzie ignores her, even though it's the immature thing to do, but it's the only idea she can think of with what feels like two hours of sleep. She finally has enough and huffs, demanding with her mouth full of food that she's craved since two hours into her shift, "What?"
Kate doesn't miss a beat, "Just leave him alone. He's been through a lot."
"Apparently you know what 'a lot' secretly means?"
Kate sighs and looks down, "Look, it was hard on that island. It's been hard for us all, but Boone's really got a huge weight sitting on his shoulders."
"Then why isn't he telling me this?"
The freckled brunette looks up at her, "He's just scared you're gonna make this plane fall."
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She's been mulling over her relationship being referred to as a 'plane' for the last twenty minutes as Meredith mopes about McDreamy and how irresponsible McSteamy is.
Cristina throws a pen at her face, and it's when Izzie throws it back that it becomes apparent to the other two interns that something is wrong.
No one throws a pen at Cristina Yang and gets away unscathed.
"What's wrong with Barbie?" Cristina says to no one in particular as she shoves some peanuts into her mouth and slumps further down the brick wall in the abandoned corridor. "Blue-eyed Ken not sufficing?"
"You're bitter," Meredith says to Cristina, who shrugs, and Meredith turns to face a meditating Izzie on a gurney. "She's bitter."
"I can feel her bad aura, Mer," Izzie says as she keeps her eyes closed and her fingers together, "It'll seriously give you wrinkles if you keep being such a negative bitch, Cristina."
Cristina's mouth is open wide in shock, and she retorts, "Obviously McHottie isn't keeping Barbie satisfied."
Izzie's mouth forms a thin line, showing her discomfort for where this conversation is heading. "Don't call me Barbie."
Cristina pokes her tongue out at Izzie and returns to reading a medical book. Meredith keeps quiet for two seconds (as Izzie's counting) and sighs, "You okay, Iz? Did Callie say something to you?"
Izzie huffs and opens her eyes, snapping, "I'm okay. I'm seriously okay. Okay? And not everything is about Callie and George and their seriously stupid Las Vegas marriage!"
Cristina laughs, "I like you better when you're pissed." Meredith shoots her a look, and Cristina shrugs, "What? Barbie pissed is way more entertaining than sulky Barbie."
Meredith turns back to Izzie who is trying to meditate and ignore the two other women in the quiet hallway, "Iz -"
"No."
Meredith ignores her, "You want to talk about it?"
"No," Izzie snaps, and shuts her eyes tighter than they already are, "No Meredith, I do not want to talk about it." She pauses before speaking again. Her voice wavers as she sniffs, "I won't talk about it until he talks about it which will never happen, so, no. No, I do not want to talk about it. Seriously."
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"Hello Aaron," Izzie coos as she hugs the little boy who knocks the wind out of her with his bear hugs every time she sees him.
"We just thought we'd pay our favourite surgeon a visit," Claire smiles as Izzie stands up straight, laughing as Aaron hugs her leg.
"Intern, Claire," Izzie blushes, "I'm not a surgeon yet."
"Ahh, but you will," Claire smiles and walks with Izzie to Meredith's kitchen table. They sit down at the counter, watching Aaron as he runs in circles, "It's in your horoscope."
Izzie smiles, "The horoscopes never lie, right?"
Claire nods, "Right."
Izzie wrings her hands together and innocently asks, "So, does my horoscope say I'm gonna be learning about anything big soon?"
Claire laughs, "It only says to give him time."
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It's way later than she had anticipated when she closes the front door behind her and sneaks up into her room to find a large lump in her bed.
She's disappointed that he didn't wait up for her, but she smirks nonetheless at the fact that she'll be able to shower alone for the first time in a week. Izzie takes her time as the warmth of the water hugs her skin for a simple second before sliding down to the drain. It's always been quite outspoken with her; it's the blunt opposite to the brunette, blue-eyed McHottie snoring breathily in her bed.
She's in his large shirt that she's been wearing since Meredith and her asked him to stay, because he didn't have anywhere else to go as he had never been in Seattle before, and she slips underneath the warm sheets and snuggles up to her pillow. She keeps still, her eyes feel tired but her mind is wide awake as she juggles all her thoughts, and she tries to trick her mind to let her sleep before it's way too late and before she's too exhausted for her early morning shift at the hospital.
She watches his bare back, and is startled when he shifts around. His blue eyes have a sparkle that seem to light up his face in the pitch black room. He smirks sleepily, and his hand strokes her cheek, "I'm sorry."
Izzie shrugs, moving closer to his warm body, "It's okay. You were sleepy, I'm sleepy. I would've done the same thing."
Boone chuckles, "It's not that."
"It's not?" She plays, watching him carefully as she feels a bit of his wall break.
"No, it's not," he says with a smile and sighs. He doesn't shift up to face the ceiling like she had imagined, but keeps his eyes on hers as he quietly confesses, "I'm not going to tell you about the island and about what happened to me. I don't want you to worry about my past when I want you to worry about our future."
"But -"
"But, since I've been off of the island, I've been thinking about getting a dog." Izzie cocks her eyebrow, confused as to where he was taking this. "I've been visiting the pound these past couple of days."
"With Meredith?"
"No," Boone smiles. She figures he's remembering their tales of Doc and all the objects that were either marked his or bitten, "A golden retriever."
"They're huge, Boone!" Izzie's eyes are wide, and she leans her body on her elbow as she over-towers him, "This house is seriously small. Seriously tiny. A big dog like that won't be satisfied with a seriously tiny house where the people who live in it are never here."
"I'm here," Boone forces; he hasn't gone back to the wedding dress business for reasons she's not quite sure of.
Izzie smiles and lowers her head back down onto the pillow, her voice muffled by the fabric, "What would you name it?"
"Shannon," Boone's voice shakes as his eyes sparkle more intensely with a sheet of tears.
Izzie smiles, nodding her head, "I like that."
"Good," Boone strokes her hair. She smiles, and finds herself fluttering her eyes closed, the smile never fading.
It's only a small detail, but she's finally been able to unlock the chest and find the beating heart that Johnny Depp lusts after on the big screen; and she feels content with what he's allowed her to hold in her jar of dirt.
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Fandom: Lost/Grey's Anatomy
Pairing/Character: Boone/Izzie.
Spoilers/Warnings: GA: Post season three; Lost: future. Only tidbits are mentioned. References to 'Finding Nemo', 'Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl' and 'Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest'.
Disclaimer: Not mine. ;/
Word Count: 1878
Rating: PG.
Summary: She's always been envious of the fact that Johnny Depp had more luck than her when it came to unlocking the key to the beating heart of secrets.
Written For: cult_ships:- Flashforward.
Notes: For fading_spark; you've allowed me to enter Boone/Izzie into cult_ships and I thank you SO much for it! ♥ MY MUSE IS BACK! I don't know if I'll turn this into something or keep is as a "loner" piece. I quite like this piece, but some bits I'm not sure of. ALL MISTAKES ARE MINE. =D The title is a lyric in Aaliyah's song, 'Try Again'. Feedback is love. ♥
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He's never taken her to a beach to feel the sand try to capture her pink coated toes. He never really talks about the island; she only gets to hear snippets from Jack or Kate, or even that Hurley when he's downing drinks with Alex at Joe's, but it's only when they slip.
Boone's always been careful not to let anything slip.
She sits there, at Joe's every night after her shift, and she counts the drinks Hurley gurgles into his body. It's always four before Hurley will let little bits about the island and the lack-of bloody pink pigs slip.
They've been sitting at the bar for what feels like two hours, and Izzie's been eyeing Hurley's drinks. It's the only time her questions are answered; what was it like, was it beautiful, was it better than what the tabloids are making it out to have been?
But Boone's hand touches hers, covering her pale skin with his tanned hand, and he whispers, "Don't."
It's the only word he says that hints at the island.
-
Thoughts about the island distract her from focussing on McSteamy's surgery, and it gives him a chance to ogle her 'assets' and for him to see why she really became a model.
She doesn't notice, though, as her mind is sailing around a pretty green island where Jack Sparrow and that Keira girl are dancing and singing, and getting drunk, right before the camera stops and they never get to see Johnny Depp doing the McNasty with the lucky teenager.
They're washing their hands, and McSteamy asks her what's wrong. It's unusual for Mark Sloan to care about anyone but himself, and Izzie turns to him and opens her mouth four times, resembling one of those fish that went to rescue Nemo, before she shakes her head and walks off.
She's not going to get personal with the New-York-to-Seattle bouncing ball.
-
She avoids George at all costs. She doesn't need his seriously bad decision making around her. It's already caused a wound in her relationship with the blue-eyed McHottie.
She takes the elevator when she sees George skidding her way, and before she realises who is in it, she presses a random button and watches as the doors slide shut on George who is demanding to talk to her.
Izzie sighs in relief, but when she hears McDreamy's calm voice, she jumps and turns around, narrowing her eyes at the man with the hair cut that makes the intern named Meredith Grey drop her pants.
"What?" Izzie demands breathlessly, looking away from Shepherd's probing eyes.
"Nothing," he says, and the corner of his lips turn up and he watches the elevator lights above the door 'bing' as they pass each floor.
He knows something she doesn't, and she hates it when he pulls that adolescent act on her. She'd slap him, but Izzie knows Meredith would go all 'cagefighter' on her (although, the blonde who grew up in a trailer park would so kick Meredith Grey's ass. Seriously.).
"What, Dr Shepherd? You obviously have something to say!"
Derek shrugs, and innocently throws out a few words about not avoiding O'Malley and to not press McHottie, but wait, for patience is a virtue.
"I bet that's what you said to Meredith when she found out you were married," she mutters as she stalks out of the elevator and onto the floor.
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She's never had a conversation with Kate before. She finds her a little tacky; she'd prefer Callie over Kate as a BFF any day, and that fact scares her.
She's intimidated for a split second when Kate invites herself to sit opposite Izzie in the cafeteria at Seattle Grace, and places her hands on the table and leans forward as if revealing a secret to a really close friend.
Izzie doubts she'll be hearing anything personal and secretive about the island.
Kate taps her fingers on the tabletop, as if waiting for some sign to speak. Izzie ignores her, even though it's the immature thing to do, but it's the only idea she can think of with what feels like two hours of sleep. She finally has enough and huffs, demanding with her mouth full of food that she's craved since two hours into her shift, "What?"
Kate doesn't miss a beat, "Just leave him alone. He's been through a lot."
"Apparently you know what 'a lot' secretly means?"
Kate sighs and looks down, "Look, it was hard on that island. It's been hard for us all, but Boone's really got a huge weight sitting on his shoulders."
"Then why isn't he telling me this?"
The freckled brunette looks up at her, "He's just scared you're gonna make this plane fall."
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She's been mulling over her relationship being referred to as a 'plane' for the last twenty minutes as Meredith mopes about McDreamy and how irresponsible McSteamy is.
Cristina throws a pen at her face, and it's when Izzie throws it back that it becomes apparent to the other two interns that something is wrong.
No one throws a pen at Cristina Yang and gets away unscathed.
"What's wrong with Barbie?" Cristina says to no one in particular as she shoves some peanuts into her mouth and slumps further down the brick wall in the abandoned corridor. "Blue-eyed Ken not sufficing?"
"You're bitter," Meredith says to Cristina, who shrugs, and Meredith turns to face a meditating Izzie on a gurney. "She's bitter."
"I can feel her bad aura, Mer," Izzie says as she keeps her eyes closed and her fingers together, "It'll seriously give you wrinkles if you keep being such a negative bitch, Cristina."
Cristina's mouth is open wide in shock, and she retorts, "Obviously McHottie isn't keeping Barbie satisfied."
Izzie's mouth forms a thin line, showing her discomfort for where this conversation is heading. "Don't call me Barbie."
Cristina pokes her tongue out at Izzie and returns to reading a medical book. Meredith keeps quiet for two seconds (as Izzie's counting) and sighs, "You okay, Iz? Did Callie say something to you?"
Izzie huffs and opens her eyes, snapping, "I'm okay. I'm seriously okay. Okay? And not everything is about Callie and George and their seriously stupid Las Vegas marriage!"
Cristina laughs, "I like you better when you're pissed." Meredith shoots her a look, and Cristina shrugs, "What? Barbie pissed is way more entertaining than sulky Barbie."
Meredith turns back to Izzie who is trying to meditate and ignore the two other women in the quiet hallway, "Iz -"
"No."
Meredith ignores her, "You want to talk about it?"
"No," Izzie snaps, and shuts her eyes tighter than they already are, "No Meredith, I do not want to talk about it." She pauses before speaking again. Her voice wavers as she sniffs, "I won't talk about it until he talks about it which will never happen, so, no. No, I do not want to talk about it. Seriously."
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"Hello Aaron," Izzie coos as she hugs the little boy who knocks the wind out of her with his bear hugs every time she sees him.
"We just thought we'd pay our favourite surgeon a visit," Claire smiles as Izzie stands up straight, laughing as Aaron hugs her leg.
"Intern, Claire," Izzie blushes, "I'm not a surgeon yet."
"Ahh, but you will," Claire smiles and walks with Izzie to Meredith's kitchen table. They sit down at the counter, watching Aaron as he runs in circles, "It's in your horoscope."
Izzie smiles, "The horoscopes never lie, right?"
Claire nods, "Right."
Izzie wrings her hands together and innocently asks, "So, does my horoscope say I'm gonna be learning about anything big soon?"
Claire laughs, "It only says to give him time."
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It's way later than she had anticipated when she closes the front door behind her and sneaks up into her room to find a large lump in her bed.
She's disappointed that he didn't wait up for her, but she smirks nonetheless at the fact that she'll be able to shower alone for the first time in a week. Izzie takes her time as the warmth of the water hugs her skin for a simple second before sliding down to the drain. It's always been quite outspoken with her; it's the blunt opposite to the brunette, blue-eyed McHottie snoring breathily in her bed.
She's in his large shirt that she's been wearing since Meredith and her asked him to stay, because he didn't have anywhere else to go as he had never been in Seattle before, and she slips underneath the warm sheets and snuggles up to her pillow. She keeps still, her eyes feel tired but her mind is wide awake as she juggles all her thoughts, and she tries to trick her mind to let her sleep before it's way too late and before she's too exhausted for her early morning shift at the hospital.
She watches his bare back, and is startled when he shifts around. His blue eyes have a sparkle that seem to light up his face in the pitch black room. He smirks sleepily, and his hand strokes her cheek, "I'm sorry."
Izzie shrugs, moving closer to his warm body, "It's okay. You were sleepy, I'm sleepy. I would've done the same thing."
Boone chuckles, "It's not that."
"It's not?" She plays, watching him carefully as she feels a bit of his wall break.
"No, it's not," he says with a smile and sighs. He doesn't shift up to face the ceiling like she had imagined, but keeps his eyes on hers as he quietly confesses, "I'm not going to tell you about the island and about what happened to me. I don't want you to worry about my past when I want you to worry about our future."
"But -"
"But, since I've been off of the island, I've been thinking about getting a dog." Izzie cocks her eyebrow, confused as to where he was taking this. "I've been visiting the pound these past couple of days."
"With Meredith?"
"No," Boone smiles. She figures he's remembering their tales of Doc and all the objects that were either marked his or bitten, "A golden retriever."
"They're huge, Boone!" Izzie's eyes are wide, and she leans her body on her elbow as she over-towers him, "This house is seriously small. Seriously tiny. A big dog like that won't be satisfied with a seriously tiny house where the people who live in it are never here."
"I'm here," Boone forces; he hasn't gone back to the wedding dress business for reasons she's not quite sure of.
Izzie smiles and lowers her head back down onto the pillow, her voice muffled by the fabric, "What would you name it?"
"Shannon," Boone's voice shakes as his eyes sparkle more intensely with a sheet of tears.
Izzie smiles, nodding her head, "I like that."
"Good," Boone strokes her hair. She smiles, and finds herself fluttering her eyes closed, the smile never fading.
It's only a small detail, but she's finally been able to unlock the chest and find the beating heart that Johnny Depp lusts after on the big screen; and she feels content with what he's allowed her to hold in her jar of dirt.
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