GA Fic: Break the Rules (M/I)
Fic: Break the Rules
Author: hazel170
Pairing: Meredith/Izzie
Rating: PG
Summery- Early season one, Izzie is getting used to the rules of the Grey household.
Disclaimer: not mine
posted to greysgirlslash
If working in a hospital was like going to high school, Izzie had no doubt that Meredith and Christina were the cool kids. By the end of their first forty-eight hour shift the two had bonded and become known as the smartest and best interns in the program. They reminded Izzie of those girls everybody knows growing up. The ones that are too cool for clicks and fads, the ones that only talked to a few select others, the ones that you wanted to have a conversation with. That kind of cool.
Contrary to popular belief Izzie hadn’t actually been cool in high school. She hadn’t had the personality to carry it off. Too optimistic, too pretty, and too smart to fit anywhere. She had friends and boyfriends all of whom she had now severed ties with. She was starting fresh, and maybe now that she and George were moving in with Meredith she would be cool.
There were rules for cool.
1.) Not touching- Meredith jumped three feet if you accidentally touched her then stared at you like you’d grown another head.
2.) No talking - Or at least no talking about things that Meredith didn’t want to talk about. Which led directly to…
3.) No questions- especially not about Meredith’s mother the famous Ellis Grey.
4.) No forgetting whose house it is- always respect that Meredith grew up in the house and no changes are to be made without her supervision.
5.) Speak in sarcasm- it was what Meredith responded to.
6.) Keep optimism to a minimum- this was a nihilist household.
The first few weeks were awkward for everyone, especially Izzie. The unwritten rules seemed to go against her very nature. If she tried hard she only slipped up about three times a day, which seemed to be okay. But over that time some routines had been established. Shower times, coffee duty, and laundry rotation gave the big house the feel of a collage dorm. Things became more comfortable. Izzie was delighted when Meredith had opened up for the first time letting Izzie and George watch her mom’s surgery tapes.
They became friends, of sorts, with Meredith and Christina. They sat at the cool table now. Cool by association. They were the interns people knew, the ones that got the really good cases and the really crappy ones (they always seemed to go hand in hand).
It was after a day filled with particularly crappy cases that Izzie came home to find Meredith curled up and crying on their couch.
Izzie put down her bag and quietly ventured a, “Hey.”
Meredith’s head snapped up, she quickly wiped her eyes, and trying to gain a normal voice said, “Hey,”
Izzie sat down on the couch, “Are you okay?” she asked even though she knew it was an inane question.
“No,” Meredith replied sitting up and glancing over at her, “I’m really not.”
With that she dipped her head down and tears started to leak back out of the corners of her eyes.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Izzie asked.
Meredith shook her head no. She looked overwhelmed and frail. She didn’t look cool or effortless. She looked like a person, a person with as much baggage as Izzie.
It was then that Izzie broke the rules.
She rubbed Meredith’s back gently up and down. Instead of pulling away Meredith melted. Her head ended up in Izzie’s lap as she let herself go crying until the tears wouldn’t come anymore. Izzie ran her fingers gently to Meredith’s hair just letting her go. She had let out her hair and took off her jacket, but otherwise stayed in the same position for about an hour.
“It’ll be okay,” Izzie whispered to the back of Meredith’s head.
“It won’t” Izzie couldn’t see Meredith’s face so the voice that drifted up to her seemed almost disembodied.
“Why?” Izzie asked gently, “Why won’t it be okay?”
“Because she doesn’t know me,” Meredith whispered.
“Who doesn’t know you?” she asked.
“My mother,” Meredith replied, “she doesn’t remember me. She doesn’t remember herself and I don’t know what to do about it.”
“Alzheimer’s?” It was less of a question and more of an affirmation. Izzie sighed. This was the reason Meredith lived alone in her mother’s house. This was why she had a difficult time talking about family.
“She could never really forget you Meredith,” Izzie said, and Meredith turned so that she was looking up into Izzie’s face. “You’re too important to really forget.”
“Seriously?” Meredith asked a little shyly.
“Seriously,” Izzie said with a smile.
Meredith smiled back at her and slowly sat up.
“Izzie,” she started and stopped thinking for a minute, “thank you, for being here.”
“It’s not a problem,” Izzie pulled herself off the couch and offered a hand for Meredith to do the same, “We should sleep, we have an early day tomorrow.”
Meredith allowed herself to be pulled up then tugged at Izzie’s hand drawing them closer. Izzie could feel the heat coming from Meredith’s body as they came together. Meredith let go of her hand and slid her long fingers behind Izzie’s head as she placed one sweet mind bending kiss on Izzie’s lips. Breaking away Meredith looked at her hands.
“You know,” she said glancing up at the dumbstruck blonde, “I can’t remember what our house was like without you.”
With that she trotted up the stairs to bed, leaving Izzie mouthing the words “our house” before following her upstairs.
AN: Peace guys!
Author: hazel170
Pairing: Meredith/Izzie
Rating: PG
Summery- Early season one, Izzie is getting used to the rules of the Grey household.
Disclaimer: not mine
posted to greysgirlslash
If working in a hospital was like going to high school, Izzie had no doubt that Meredith and Christina were the cool kids. By the end of their first forty-eight hour shift the two had bonded and become known as the smartest and best interns in the program. They reminded Izzie of those girls everybody knows growing up. The ones that are too cool for clicks and fads, the ones that only talked to a few select others, the ones that you wanted to have a conversation with. That kind of cool.
Contrary to popular belief Izzie hadn’t actually been cool in high school. She hadn’t had the personality to carry it off. Too optimistic, too pretty, and too smart to fit anywhere. She had friends and boyfriends all of whom she had now severed ties with. She was starting fresh, and maybe now that she and George were moving in with Meredith she would be cool.
There were rules for cool.
1.) Not touching- Meredith jumped three feet if you accidentally touched her then stared at you like you’d grown another head.
2.) No talking - Or at least no talking about things that Meredith didn’t want to talk about. Which led directly to…
3.) No questions- especially not about Meredith’s mother the famous Ellis Grey.
4.) No forgetting whose house it is- always respect that Meredith grew up in the house and no changes are to be made without her supervision.
5.) Speak in sarcasm- it was what Meredith responded to.
6.) Keep optimism to a minimum- this was a nihilist household.
The first few weeks were awkward for everyone, especially Izzie. The unwritten rules seemed to go against her very nature. If she tried hard she only slipped up about three times a day, which seemed to be okay. But over that time some routines had been established. Shower times, coffee duty, and laundry rotation gave the big house the feel of a collage dorm. Things became more comfortable. Izzie was delighted when Meredith had opened up for the first time letting Izzie and George watch her mom’s surgery tapes.
They became friends, of sorts, with Meredith and Christina. They sat at the cool table now. Cool by association. They were the interns people knew, the ones that got the really good cases and the really crappy ones (they always seemed to go hand in hand).
It was after a day filled with particularly crappy cases that Izzie came home to find Meredith curled up and crying on their couch.
Izzie put down her bag and quietly ventured a, “Hey.”
Meredith’s head snapped up, she quickly wiped her eyes, and trying to gain a normal voice said, “Hey,”
Izzie sat down on the couch, “Are you okay?” she asked even though she knew it was an inane question.
“No,” Meredith replied sitting up and glancing over at her, “I’m really not.”
With that she dipped her head down and tears started to leak back out of the corners of her eyes.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Izzie asked.
Meredith shook her head no. She looked overwhelmed and frail. She didn’t look cool or effortless. She looked like a person, a person with as much baggage as Izzie.
It was then that Izzie broke the rules.
She rubbed Meredith’s back gently up and down. Instead of pulling away Meredith melted. Her head ended up in Izzie’s lap as she let herself go crying until the tears wouldn’t come anymore. Izzie ran her fingers gently to Meredith’s hair just letting her go. She had let out her hair and took off her jacket, but otherwise stayed in the same position for about an hour.
“It’ll be okay,” Izzie whispered to the back of Meredith’s head.
“It won’t” Izzie couldn’t see Meredith’s face so the voice that drifted up to her seemed almost disembodied.
“Why?” Izzie asked gently, “Why won’t it be okay?”
“Because she doesn’t know me,” Meredith whispered.
“Who doesn’t know you?” she asked.
“My mother,” Meredith replied, “she doesn’t remember me. She doesn’t remember herself and I don’t know what to do about it.”
“Alzheimer’s?” It was less of a question and more of an affirmation. Izzie sighed. This was the reason Meredith lived alone in her mother’s house. This was why she had a difficult time talking about family.
“She could never really forget you Meredith,” Izzie said, and Meredith turned so that she was looking up into Izzie’s face. “You’re too important to really forget.”
“Seriously?” Meredith asked a little shyly.
“Seriously,” Izzie said with a smile.
Meredith smiled back at her and slowly sat up.
“Izzie,” she started and stopped thinking for a minute, “thank you, for being here.”
“It’s not a problem,” Izzie pulled herself off the couch and offered a hand for Meredith to do the same, “We should sleep, we have an early day tomorrow.”
Meredith allowed herself to be pulled up then tugged at Izzie’s hand drawing them closer. Izzie could feel the heat coming from Meredith’s body as they came together. Meredith let go of her hand and slid her long fingers behind Izzie’s head as she placed one sweet mind bending kiss on Izzie’s lips. Breaking away Meredith looked at her hands.
“You know,” she said glancing up at the dumbstruck blonde, “I can’t remember what our house was like without you.”
With that she trotted up the stairs to bed, leaving Izzie mouthing the words “our house” before following her upstairs.
AN: Peace guys!