Uhum. Chapter 5. Truth. ENJOY!
Series Title: The Notion of a Perfect Future
Chapter Number: 5
Chapter Title: Truth.
Fandom/Characters: Grey's Anatomy, George/Izzie
Disclaimer: These characters are NOT mine, they are property of ABC and Shonda Rhimes.
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 Five :: Truth.
Was she just angry and said it without meaning it? Was she trying to scare him into staying with her? George thought. Or was she really pregnant, like REALLY pregnant?
Callie ran to the bathroom. She could not breathe. She had already taken the pregnancy test. Actually, she had taken three of them, all positive. For some reason she was more happy yesterday. She had that random whim to have a baby with George, but now she did not feel too sure anymore, after the words between the two of them. But she didn’t have room to judge. Oh no. No room to judge George at all.
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George sat in one of the many waiting rooms in the hospital. He showed no emotion. He just sat there, frozen. Time had stopped for him. Callie pregnant, what am I going to do now? He thought to himself.
Izzie saw him from down the hall and ran over to him in a hurry. She was about to scrub in for a surgery with Sloan.
“Hey!” Izzie said in excitement, about to tell him about the surgery, this amazing surgery, a surgery of a lifetime.
But she stopped herself at the sight of George’s face.
“What’s wrong?” she said as she sat down in the chair next to him.
“Callie’s pregnant.” George said, still showing no emotion.
Izzie sat there looking at George then completely lost her motor functions. She sat there too, emotionless, her mouth hanging open. Her world had just ended. Deep down she had worried about this. Callie getting pregnant. Stealing George away from her, trapping him in a marriage…
Izzie said nothing. She got up and went on as if she had not run into George at all.
George was numb. He had questions and needed to know the truth. Wait! He already knew the truth, but he needed to hear Callie say it again to his face. So he got up and went to look for Callie.
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Izzie didn’t scrub in. She couldn’t focus. She couldn’t stand still. She was sitting on the floor of the nearest linen closet, which happened to be the linen closet where all this mess began, where he remembered cheating on Callie, sleeping with her. The mistake. Thoughts continually ran through her head. She thought of what a future would be like with George, and then she thought of a future without him, because she thought that is the way it would have to be now. She sat Indian style on the floor, rocking back and forth like a child, scared. She dropped her head to her lap and began to bawl.
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Callie sat in the bathroom contemplating what she was going to do. Would she tell George the truth? Would she lie to him, so she could try and repair their failing marriage? What was she going to do, she was pregnant, and it wasn’t his.
Knock. Knock.
“Callie? Are you in there? We need to talk, now.” George said.
“Ok. I’ll be out in a minute.” Callie said, while staring at herself in the mirror. She knew what she had to do.
Callie walked out and immediately George began rambling, as he does quite often.
“Ok, Callie. Just tell me. Are you pregnant, like really pregnant?” he asked, already knowing she was.
“Yes George. I am pregnant.” She replied.
“Alright then. We need to make a plan; we need to figure things out. We can make this work. We can. We can both be good parents to our…” he said, Callie cut him off.
“It’s not yours, George.” Callie said, looking at the floor.
Then Callie looked up at George.
“It’s not?” George said.
“As much as I wanted to lie to you. To keep you. I couldn’t. I was not being fair to you and I was not being fair to the father.” She said, like a weight being lifted.
George stood there, his eyebrows raised. “Wow. Then why did you ask me what I would say if you were pregnant?”
“I wanted to see that you still cared about me George. I needed to know that you were still the person I fell in love with. I just needed to know. And now I know.” Callie muttered.
George smiled softly. A weight had been lifted from him as well. For some reason, knowing that the baby was not his, made his future so clear. He wasn’t even thinking about his career though, it was Izzie. Only Izzie. He let out a laugh, just thinking of her smile and her touch. Remembering the time they spent together last night.
Callie knew exactly who George was thinking of in that moment. She could see him clearly right now, clearer than she had ever seen him before. She could see that he was in love with Izzie Stevens.
“So…who’s the…” he said, Callie cutting him off again.
“Let’s not go there George. As much as it hurts me to say this, George, you are free. I just have to let you go George, because I love you. Go to her George. Now. Before I change my mind.” She said, staring George straight in the eyes.
He looked at her and smiled, then ran out of the room. George was free and he needed to find Izzie.
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He was running. He was running towards her. Towards Izzie. Well, towards the linen closet that is. He knew she would be there. He finally reached the door and it was locked. He looked in, thinking she had locked herself inside. No. She was not there. George paused and it only took him one second to know exactly where she was.
He walked into the scrub room and grabbed a surgical mask and held it over his mouth. He looked inside the O.R. to make sure she was there. He took a deep breath and headed inside.
At the sound of the door slamming open, everyone in the O.R., including Bailey, Meredith, Sloan, and Izzie, turned around.
“O’Malley? What are you doing in here?” Bailey demanded.
“Izzie. It’s not mine.” He said.
Izzie looked up and over at him. She scrunched her face up, in dismay.
“Really?” She said, tears forming in her eyes.
“Yes. Really.” George said, shaking his head.
Everyone in the O.R. had a puzzled look on their face, but went back to surgery.
“We are trying to perform surgery here O’Malley. If you two need to talk, could you please take it outside?” Sloan said.
“No. I have to say something and I have to say it now. It can’t wait.” George said, nervously.
“George…” Izzie said, trying to stop him.
“I’m in love with you Izzie Stevens. I think…I know I always have been, it just took me a long time to finally admit it. Ok. That’s all.” He declared and frantically ran out of the O.R.
Izzie ran after him. She stopped after she was out of the scrub room. She could not see George in either direction. But then she looked down. He was sitting on the floor, breathing in and out intensely. He had completely embarrassed himself.
“George.” She said in a soothing voice, looking down at him.
“Yeah?” he said looking down, like a child that was sitting in the corner after getting in trouble.
She bent over to sit next to him.
“That was amazing George. You just told me you were in love with me. In front of everyone.” Izzie said smiling while rubbing his leg.
“Well, I had to Izzie. I am in love with you. I am just ready to finally be happy. Happy with you Izzie Stevens.” He said looking into her eyes, so serious.
“You are just amazing George O’Malley. I don’t know how I got so lucky, to have you in my life.” Izzie whispered in his ear.
“Will you go out with me?” he whispered back.
“Like a date?” she asked.
“Yes. Like a date.” He replied.
“We have never been on a date, are you aware of that fact?” she said, grinning.
“That will just make it even more fun then, won’t it?” George whispered in her ear, accidentally blowing on her ear.
Izzie giggled because it tickled her ear. George placed his hand on her face and just stared at her. Looking at her beautiful face, her smile, her lips.
George leaned over and kissed her. This kiss was intense. It was their first sober kiss. They were both sober on so many levels. This moment was completely clear to both of them and they could both fully enjoy every bit of it and not have to worry about what someone else would think or say.
Izzie took George’s hand and kissed it, then she laid her head on his shoulder. George and Izzie sat there against the wall. They both were exceedingly happy for once. Truly happy.