Uhum. Chapter 7. Why Do We Hurt the Ones We Love? Read IT ;)
Series Title: The Notion of a Perfect Future
Chapter Number: 7
Chapter Title: Why Do We Hurt the Ones We Love?
Fandom/Characters: Grey's Anatomy, George/Izzie
Disclaimer: These characters are NOT mine, they are property of ABC and Shonda Rhimes. Minor usage of the song “Like Lovers Do” by Heather Nova.
Summary: What the future could possibly hold for George and Izzie!
Spoilers: Beginning at the end of episode 3.25 and a look into the days to come.
THE NOTION OF A PERFECT FUTURE
Chapter Seven :: Why Do We Hurt the Ones We Love?
“Stop it!” Izzie yelled.
George poked and tickled Izzie in the car as they sat at the red light waiting for the signal, so they could rush home, both to fall into the big, rectangular shaped, fluffy, soft, and warm formation, known as Izzie’s bed.
“Oh shut up. You are such a baby, Izzie Stevens.” George said, as he rolled his eyes.
The light turned green and George hit the accelerator a bit too hard and Izzie’s head hit the side of the interior.
“Ahh. Geez George. Could you slow down a bit?” Izzie said laughing. It was the kind of laughing you do when you hit your funny bone, it was unintentional and it was not funny at all. She was in obvious pain.
“Oh come on. You really are a baby.” George said, not even looking at her.
“George!” Izzie said, pointing at the stream of blood coming from the right side of her forehead.
“Oh my…Oh my gosh Iz. I am so sorry.” George said frantically, driving as he made the familiar turns to Meredith’s house, his eyes widening in panic with every turn.
He reached the driveway and screeched on the brakes. He ran out of the car, then opened Izzie’s door and she managed to get out herself. As George tried to help her, she pushed him off her.
“I can manage to walk, ya know. I am not crippled George!” Izzie said, obviously a little frustrated.
“Iz, are you still mad at me?” George asked.
Izzie gave him a glare that spoke a thousand words. It was saying, “Duh George. Stupid boy.”
“Let me help you, please Iz. I didn’t mean to…I wasn’t myself, I don’t know what I was thinking…and then the maple syrup. I really am sorry. You have to believe me.” George pleaded.
Izzie looked at him, peeling her hand off the side of her dress and sighed deeply. She did not frown, but did not smile. She just took his arm and let him hold a towel on her forehead.
They came inside the house and went to the kitchen. No one was home, it was just the two of them. Under different circumstances, it would have been a blessing. Some time alone to just be together. Be close. Be friends. Be more. That’s what they both wanted, right?
Right now Izzie felt like she had fell backwards in time a few steps and George was still choosing someone over her and he couldn’t…he couldn’t just choose her, he couldn’t love her. She felt those same feelings rush back and thought to herself, maybe this isn’t going to work. George and me? Who knows.
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It was about 2:30 in the morning and they had been at IHOP for a good while now. They had ordered their food, giggled together, talked, and probably drank 3 pots of coffee between the two of them. They were both wide awake. Their waitress had been obviously flirting with George off and on since they had gotten there. At first George did not really notice it, he was more enthralled with Izzie. But for some reason, George began to notice this waitress and not so much Izzie anymore. He faltered. He must have enjoyed the attention? It had been a while since he was single and was noticed by the opposite sex in that way.
“So, is this your girlfriend?” the waitress, Chrissy, asked.
“Uh. No. Izzie. Uh, she is just my friend. A friend.” George said, staring at Chrissy. She was rubbing his shoulder and giving him one of those “wanna come with me to the back? I can totally rock your world” looks.
Izzie was disgusted at the sight of this and at the fact George called her just “a friend”. Izzie sat there with her mouth wide open. George would not stop staring at this girl. Izzie had had enough. She kicked him from under the table. It was not a little kick, it was a “if I have to kick you again, my foot is going to be kicking a little higher, in a region you don’t want me kicking” kind of kick.
George jerked out of his stare and cringed at the pain that rushed up his leg.
“Izzie!” he yelled.
And at his yell, he jerked the table and knocked the syrup over that was right in front of Izzie and the whole thing spilled all over her dress. This dress she wore for George. This dress she thought she looked pretty in. Well, that was before the syrup got all over it. Wow, this night was going great, she thought. George is sitting here in front of me, flirting with this waitress, calling me just “a friend”, and spilling a bottle of maple syrup all over me. What a night, right?
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George went over to the freezer and got a bag of ice for Izzie to put on her forehead. He treated her as a doctor would, Izzie being his patient. He told her, “The cut is not too deep and the swelling will go down. Just make sure and keep the area clean and drink plenty of fluids, so it will heal quicker.” Then he spilled out some more medical mumbo jumbo and Izzie was not even listening. She was completely zoned out. Why the hell is George treating me like some patient of his? Aren’t I just a little more…a little more important?
“Izzie. Are you ever going to look at me?” George pleaded again with Izzie, following her face back and forth to get her to look at him.
Izzie all the sudden looked right at him. Straight in the face and widened her eyes.
“Aren’t I looking at you?” Izzie said, staring George down. It gave George chills. He knew Izzie was not about to let this go, anytime soon.
“Come on Iz. You can’t hate me forever.” George muttered.
“I don’t hate you George. Actually, I am not really thinking about you at all at this moment. I was just thinking about what would have happened earlier if I had not kicked you. I mean, Chrissy really wanted you and you obviously wanted her.” Izzie said, as she got up from the chair to leave the room.
“Iz….Wait! Please. I don’t know how to redeem myself. Gosh. I just…I just.” George cut himself off.
“You just what?” Izzie asked, as she turned around.
She wanted to give him one more chance before she headed off to bed. She did not want to go to bed alone. She wanted all her fears to be calmed, she wanted things to go back to the way they had been the last few nights. Falling asleep with George. Laying in his arms. Falling more in love with him every second she spent with him. Deep down she knew he was not himself earlier and did not mean to hurt her. She just…she just wanted someone to be angry at. It was easier that way. Happiness didn’t come that often for Izzie Stevens, so when it happened she subconsciously knew that something would mess it up. She figured she didn’t want to wait for someone else or something else to ruin it, so she would just do it herself, get it over with.
“I just messed up. Plain and simple. I messed up Izzie. I didn’t respect you. I am sorry for that. And I so deserved that kick you gave me. I am just having a really hard time lately, getting used to the way my life is going. Getting used to the fact I can be happy. Completely happy. And with you Izzie. With you, my best friend, the woman I am falling more in love with the longer I spend with her. I just am sorry and I love you Iz. Please tell me we are ok. That you can get past my stupidity and my “typical guy” behavior”. George said, pleaded with Izzie.
Izzie stood there smiling, with her head tilted, touching the bandage on her forehead. She was done with being angry. And why be mad at George? She thought. Why did I ever doubt him? She could spend her time being mad at someone else. There was just no reason to be angry, mad, upset, or anything at George. Anything but good things.
“You know what you can do for me George?” Izzie asked, as she raised her eyebrows.
“What? Anything.” George said, stepping closer to Izzie.
“Help me get this sticky, smelly, farce of a dress off.” Izzie begged him.
“Ok. Sure.” George said, taking her hand and leading them both upstairs to the bathroom.
George stood in front of Izzie, waiting for her to give him a sign as to how to help her. She then turned around, with her back facing him. She obviously wanted him to unzip the back. He grabbed the zipper and a chill went through him. He pulled it down a few inches and stopped. He put his arm around Izzie. She jumped up, almost surprised by his hand coming around her torso. He put his other arm around her as well. She was now in his arms. He leaned in, towards her neck and kissed it. He whispered “I’m sorry Iz…”
In one split second, Izzie forgot about the events that had led to this point in the evening. Scratch that, morning. It was almost time for the sun to come up. She took her arms and placed them over George’s. “I know you are.” She whispered back. “So, you gonna finish?”
George pulled away and continued to unzip the back of her dress. She was wearing red lingerie underneath. He stood there just for a second and wondered why she was wearing this? He already knew why. But wanted to hear her say it.
“So, why the sexy lingerie?” George asked, as she turned around towards him.
“I didn’t know where the evening would go. A girl has to always be prepared, right?” Izzie said.
“And who was this preparation for?” George asked, watching Izzie remove her dress. It fell to the floor and she stepped out from it and threw it to the side. She just stood there, in full view. Nothing but red lingerie. Lacey lingerie. See through lingerie.
“Oh, I was going to see if Chrissy had a friend.” Izzie said, as she chuckled and snorted slightly.
George stood there with his mouth wide open. His jaw must have almost broken off. Izzie became serious.
“No. It was you George. It has always been you. It just took me forever to see that.” Izzie said, moving towards George.
Izzie took her hand and began to trace the curves of George’s face. He closed his eyes and breathed out deeply. “Oh…Iz. I love you.”
“I love you too, George O’Malley.” Izzie said. She began to hear a song playing in the back of her mind.
Like Lovers Do…
I wanna feel that way…
Like Lovers Do…
They lose themselves for days…
“So, I am gonna take a bath. I must remove this stench of maple syrup, do you wanna join me?” she asked, in the most tempting voice. Tempting to George that is. He did not know what it was about her voice in that instant, but he lost all use of his motor functions.
“I…I…don’t think I can say no to you Izzie.” George said, giving into his desire for her.
Izzie reached down for George’s belt buckle and began to unfasten it. She removed his belt, then slowly helped him unzip his slacks. He was now down to his boxers. He had already taken off his jacket earlier, but he still stood there wearing his tie and buttoned down shirt. Izzie unbuttoned each button slowly. She wanted to make this moment last a lifetime. She finally removed his shirt and could feel his heart racing, as she put her hand to his chest. He was looking amazing, she thought. He had definitely been working out or something. She could almost call him hot. Wait. What was she thinking? He was hot?
Izzie giggled as her hand lay against his chest.
“What?” George pondered.
“How long have you been hiding this?” Izzie asked.
“Hiding what?” George continued to ponder.
“Your hot bod of course.” Izzie said with laughter, rubbing her hand down his chest.
George began to blush and stepped back a bit, then looked up. “Well, I was about to ask you the same thing. But why you had been hiding it from me?”
“Oh George. You have not seen my bod yet.” Izzie said.
“I can see plenty from over here…” George said as he looked her up and down.
“I need some help though George, seriously.” Izzie said, motioning him to come towards her.
“My bra is kind of stuck, you are going to have to get it for me.” Izzie said, again motioning George to come her way.
George came closer and unfastened her bra, which was no trouble at all. He knew that she must have been grinning, knowing that it was all a ploy for him to come closer to her. She asked him to take it off and he did. She then removed her panties. She was still turned around of course. “Hold on.” George said. He pulled his boxers off and they both slowly turned around at the same time. They both stood there naked, analyzing each other.
Wow, George is hot!, Izzie thought to herself. I can’t believe Callie had this for so long. I have been missing out. She had only been with him once before, but seemed to know every curve of his body before even looking over at him. She was so in love with this man. She could not imagine getting through one day without him. He was her best friend. He was her partner. He could be her partner. She wondered if this would work. She knew it would. This new relationship.
George did not need to see Izzie naked to know she was beautiful. She was gorgeous from head to toe, yes. But he knew her. He knew who she was. She was his best friend. He was hers. He knew her faults and she knew his. It just made sense to him now, more than ever, why this could work. This new relationship.
George leaned over the tub and turned the water on and Izzie pulled out a bottle of bubble bath from under the sink and poured some in. George watched Izzie as she leaned over the tub, watching her every curve. Her every movement. They were so in love with each other and they both knew it. They did not have to say anything. It all made sense. It really did. This new relationship.
As the bubbles and the water got high enough in the tub, George got in and Izzie followed. He grabbed her hand to help her in, but when she was half way in the tub, she slipped and landed right on top of George, pushing him under the water. Of course, he came back up quickly, with Izzie’s help.
“Oh my gosh! Are you ok?” Izzie asked, she was panicked.
“I am fine.” George said as he coughed some water out of his mouth, his hair was soaked.
Izzie ran her fingers through his hair, as she was still worried about him. George looked up at Izzie, smiling, seeing the worry in her eyes, “You are so cute. Taking care of me. Making sure I am ok.”
“You are kind of cute too. Like all the time.” She said.
Izzie slowly moved up off of George, so he could maybe get some oxygen.
“I just want you to know something Iz. You know how you always tell me you are so lucky to have me. Well, I am the lucky one.” George said into her glowing eyes.
“What is that I hear? You want to get lucky?” Izzie asked and she began to giggle.
“Can you ever be serious Iz?” George asked.
With those words, he pushed Izzie towards the other end of the tub and moved on top of her and started tickling her on that place on her side where he knew it would make her squirm.