Some of its magic, some of its tragic
I'm back! (For a few days at least) How are things in Cyber-land? What have I missed? Anything you wish I hadn't?
More later when I've read every fic there is to read and tried to track down everyone to talk to me.
Now promised fic --->
Title: Three Secrets
Pairing: GA, George/Izzie
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, I am only responsible for their fictional corruption.
Summary: They all want to pretend.
Spoilers: Current canon, mere speculation for future eps. I've heard vague rumors that I'm building off of. But I really do know nothing. STILL - read at your own risk.
A/N: This is a soap opera. I'd apologize for the never ending quality but then I might just do it again. ;)
Previous parts:
Three Elevator Rides
Three Bedrooms
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What George doesn't know could fill a book.
How he got here. Where he goes from this point. Why he couldn't have figured it all out just a few months earlier.
When things got so inescapable - that's the only answer he's got. When Callie opened her mouth and said Izzie wanted him. Everything unraveled from there, that one pull, the string already hanging from a loose hem.
What Callie doesn't know is that his doubts are overwhelming, that he doesn't think they're going to go away, that reality hasn't shut them up.
A baby. How is that going to make anything better? A baby. With a father that's confused and a mother who thinks that ignoring it can make it all go away.
George doesn't want his child to grow up like Meredith. He doesn't want to walk away and not be there. But how can he make it work with Callie when it was doomed from the start? When its tainted by his actions?
When he loves Izzie. Not her.
George resents Callie - despite the fact that it isn't fair, that it isn't right, that she's done nothing to deserve it.
George stands beside Burke dressed in his pressed suit with a fake smile on his face and knows very little.
How he's supposed to start, letting Izzie go. How he's going to move forward, with a life he doesn't want. How it all will end.
And his secret is that his heart is breaking - just looking at her. Callie in her bridesmaid's gown, lovely and determined. Convinced that sheer force of will can overcome the worst of their problems.
Just staring at Izzie, beautiful and defeated, looking as hopeless as him.
George knows there is no right answer.
- - -
Callie thinks it should get easier the more she says it. But somehow, somewhere, her theory is flawed. It's not working.
"Oh my God, congratulations!" Addison says, and despite the fact that the woman just told Callie about her own conception problems a few days ago, she sounds genuine.
Callie accepts the hug with nervous exuberance. Asking "Hey, can we take a walk? I need to ask you something in private." before she can change her mind.
"It's not like they are going to need you anymore I guess." Addison points the way, starting toward the back of the church first.
Callie thinks she should tell someone where she's going just in case Burke and Cristina show back up, but the only friend she has in the building is the one she's pulling away and she's sure her husband won't notice.
"Such a waste of a nice day." Addison offers, turning around when they reach the steps. "Hey! What's wrong? What's this?"
Callie felt the tears coming. She's grateful to get away from prying eyes before they fall. Addison's question isn't anything she can answer, so she shrugs. She doesn't know why exactly. There are too many reasons to pick just one.
The fact that she married a man who she was pretty sure didn't love her as much as she loved him. The fact that that man cheated on her with his best friend. The fact that she's pregnant.
"Everything is so screwed up." She hears herself whisper.
Addison's bony arms come around her and it just makes it worse. She needs to confess something to someone, and again - its sad that she only has one friend and she's about to lose her.
"It's not George's."
Once that secret is out, it all spills like milk from an overturned jug, a torrent of every shitty thing going on in her life. "George slept with Izzie. I told him it was his before he could break up with me. He wants her and he's only staying with me because I lied and...and...it is -
"Mark's." Addison finishes for her with a tone that is amazingly more empathetic than shocked or angry.
Callie wipes her eyes and takes the tissue Addison produces from her purse.
"He seems to have a knack for impregnating women who are in love with their husbands."
Callie is surprised by the urge to laugh, by how easily it escapes. First a giggle, then more, until new tears, better ones, form.
Addison sits down on the step and Callie follows.
"So, when?"
Callie isn't sure what Addison means by the question but she came here to get it off her chest so she continues to let go of the burden. "Apparently the same night he slept with Stevens. About three weeks ago."
This finally gets Addison's attention. "What? Oh come on Callie, you might not even be pregnant. All this baby talk has made you jump the gun. Even if you are, it could just as easily be George's."
Callie shakes her head and ignores the hope in both Addison's words and her own heart. "I'm very regular. Like freakishly so. I haven't slept with George since - God it seems like forever. We've been on different schedules and apparently pining for hot blondes is a bit distracting. Plus George is really insane about multiple forms of birth control, since Olivia, even with his wife. Mark? -umm not so much."
Addison frowns. "Yeah he's a good to go, whenever, wherever kinda guy."
"It was before your pack." Callie has to say. Has to throw in there to assuage at least some of her own guilt.
"I'm a big girl Callie. I don't blame Mark's innocent victims for Mark's actions."
Callie nods, letting go of a huge breath she'd been unconsciously holding.
"Besides - your angst trumps mine. So lets figure this out. What are you going to do?" Addison gives her best encouraging smile, before reaching out to pat Callie's knee.
Again Callie has no idea.
She knows she doesn't want to lose George, but she doesn't know if she is ready to keep him this way.
- - -
Izzie knows she should get up, that she's stayed here long enough, that someone from the church is going to find her in this back room clutching her friend's wedding dress and think she's gone insane.
What's she isn't sure of - is whether or not she has.
The silvery satin Vera Wang looked a little odd on Cristina, kinda like seeing yourself in a halloween costume - familiar and weird at the same time - but she still looked elegant. It struck Izzie as tragic and ironic that Burke was the one who changed his mind.
"Shame it didn't work out."
Izzie jumps at the unexpected disturbance of the silence and her thoughts. She knows she looks guilty as hell jumping up and forcing the dress in the bag she pulled out forty-five minutes ago.
"What's going on Iz?" Alex asks, in that big brother voice he now uses so much around her.
"I told Meredith I'd take care of the clean up." She explains, "why are you still here?"
"I'm not still here - I'm back here. I went home and when you didn't show up I called the hospital. They said you weren't on call so I went back to the last place I saw you."
"God Alex, stalk much?" Izzie hears herself say and turns so he won't catch the quiver in her lip at his concern.
It is always the ones you can have that aren't enough.
Alex's good guy act can only go so far though, can only be pushed a little, "Pardon me for giving a shit. I won't let it happen again."
"Wait-" Izzie has to stop Alex with a desperate grab when he turns around pissed.
He rolls his eyes when she says she is sorry. "Just spill it already Iz, this is getting so tedious. You've been moping around for weeks. Is this about Duquette?"
The mention of Denny is even more upsetting because its not, she hadn't even been thinking about him.
Not when the wedding started. Not when she was walking down the isle. Not when it ended in tears.
All Izzie could see and think and feel had George's name written all over it.
"I'm transferring hospitals." She says quickly without letting go of Alex's arm, digging in actually, hoping that somehow he'll understand he shouldn't ask why.
"Why? Where? When?" Alex kills all hope by not missing a beat.
"Three weeks. New York. You can't tell anybody though Alex, please. George-"
Alex looks dumbfounded when he interrupts. "Yeah, what does Georgie think about this?"
"He thinks I'm going to Mercy West. But he's glad. It's for the best. He won't care Alex and he doesn't need to know about a few more miles."
"Let alone thousands?" Alex challenges.
Izzie knows that George will care, she just plans on being out of town, out of his life, before he finds out. "Alex-
He hears the warning, and even though he doesn't look happy about it, he nods. "Fine Iz, it's our little secret. But let me just say - for the record - whatever reason you are running, I think it's a mistake."
Izzie doesn't know a lot of things. What to do about her present. What the future is going to hold. How she is going to forget about the past.
But she knows that Alex is more than likely right.
More later when I've read every fic there is to read and tried to track down everyone to talk to me.
Now promised fic --->
Title: Three Secrets
Pairing: GA, George/Izzie
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, I am only responsible for their fictional corruption.
Summary: They all want to pretend.
Spoilers: Current canon, mere speculation for future eps. I've heard vague rumors that I'm building off of. But I really do know nothing. STILL - read at your own risk.
A/N: This is a soap opera. I'd apologize for the never ending quality but then I might just do it again. ;)
Previous parts:
Three Elevator Rides
Three Bedrooms
+
What George doesn't know could fill a book.
How he got here. Where he goes from this point. Why he couldn't have figured it all out just a few months earlier.
When things got so inescapable - that's the only answer he's got. When Callie opened her mouth and said Izzie wanted him. Everything unraveled from there, that one pull, the string already hanging from a loose hem.
What Callie doesn't know is that his doubts are overwhelming, that he doesn't think they're going to go away, that reality hasn't shut them up.
A baby. How is that going to make anything better? A baby. With a father that's confused and a mother who thinks that ignoring it can make it all go away.
George doesn't want his child to grow up like Meredith. He doesn't want to walk away and not be there. But how can he make it work with Callie when it was doomed from the start? When its tainted by his actions?
When he loves Izzie. Not her.
George resents Callie - despite the fact that it isn't fair, that it isn't right, that she's done nothing to deserve it.
George stands beside Burke dressed in his pressed suit with a fake smile on his face and knows very little.
How he's supposed to start, letting Izzie go. How he's going to move forward, with a life he doesn't want. How it all will end.
And his secret is that his heart is breaking - just looking at her. Callie in her bridesmaid's gown, lovely and determined. Convinced that sheer force of will can overcome the worst of their problems.
Just staring at Izzie, beautiful and defeated, looking as hopeless as him.
George knows there is no right answer.
- - -
Callie thinks it should get easier the more she says it. But somehow, somewhere, her theory is flawed. It's not working.
"Oh my God, congratulations!" Addison says, and despite the fact that the woman just told Callie about her own conception problems a few days ago, she sounds genuine.
Callie accepts the hug with nervous exuberance. Asking "Hey, can we take a walk? I need to ask you something in private." before she can change her mind.
"It's not like they are going to need you anymore I guess." Addison points the way, starting toward the back of the church first.
Callie thinks she should tell someone where she's going just in case Burke and Cristina show back up, but the only friend she has in the building is the one she's pulling away and she's sure her husband won't notice.
"Such a waste of a nice day." Addison offers, turning around when they reach the steps. "Hey! What's wrong? What's this?"
Callie felt the tears coming. She's grateful to get away from prying eyes before they fall. Addison's question isn't anything she can answer, so she shrugs. She doesn't know why exactly. There are too many reasons to pick just one.
The fact that she married a man who she was pretty sure didn't love her as much as she loved him. The fact that that man cheated on her with his best friend. The fact that she's pregnant.
"Everything is so screwed up." She hears herself whisper.
Addison's bony arms come around her and it just makes it worse. She needs to confess something to someone, and again - its sad that she only has one friend and she's about to lose her.
"It's not George's."
Once that secret is out, it all spills like milk from an overturned jug, a torrent of every shitty thing going on in her life. "George slept with Izzie. I told him it was his before he could break up with me. He wants her and he's only staying with me because I lied and...and...it is -
"Mark's." Addison finishes for her with a tone that is amazingly more empathetic than shocked or angry.
Callie wipes her eyes and takes the tissue Addison produces from her purse.
"He seems to have a knack for impregnating women who are in love with their husbands."
Callie is surprised by the urge to laugh, by how easily it escapes. First a giggle, then more, until new tears, better ones, form.
Addison sits down on the step and Callie follows.
"So, when?"
Callie isn't sure what Addison means by the question but she came here to get it off her chest so she continues to let go of the burden. "Apparently the same night he slept with Stevens. About three weeks ago."
This finally gets Addison's attention. "What? Oh come on Callie, you might not even be pregnant. All this baby talk has made you jump the gun. Even if you are, it could just as easily be George's."
Callie shakes her head and ignores the hope in both Addison's words and her own heart. "I'm very regular. Like freakishly so. I haven't slept with George since - God it seems like forever. We've been on different schedules and apparently pining for hot blondes is a bit distracting. Plus George is really insane about multiple forms of birth control, since Olivia, even with his wife. Mark? -umm not so much."
Addison frowns. "Yeah he's a good to go, whenever, wherever kinda guy."
"It was before your pack." Callie has to say. Has to throw in there to assuage at least some of her own guilt.
"I'm a big girl Callie. I don't blame Mark's innocent victims for Mark's actions."
Callie nods, letting go of a huge breath she'd been unconsciously holding.
"Besides - your angst trumps mine. So lets figure this out. What are you going to do?" Addison gives her best encouraging smile, before reaching out to pat Callie's knee.
Again Callie has no idea.
She knows she doesn't want to lose George, but she doesn't know if she is ready to keep him this way.
- - -
Izzie knows she should get up, that she's stayed here long enough, that someone from the church is going to find her in this back room clutching her friend's wedding dress and think she's gone insane.
What's she isn't sure of - is whether or not she has.
The silvery satin Vera Wang looked a little odd on Cristina, kinda like seeing yourself in a halloween costume - familiar and weird at the same time - but she still looked elegant. It struck Izzie as tragic and ironic that Burke was the one who changed his mind.
"Shame it didn't work out."
Izzie jumps at the unexpected disturbance of the silence and her thoughts. She knows she looks guilty as hell jumping up and forcing the dress in the bag she pulled out forty-five minutes ago.
"What's going on Iz?" Alex asks, in that big brother voice he now uses so much around her.
"I told Meredith I'd take care of the clean up." She explains, "why are you still here?"
"I'm not still here - I'm back here. I went home and when you didn't show up I called the hospital. They said you weren't on call so I went back to the last place I saw you."
"God Alex, stalk much?" Izzie hears herself say and turns so he won't catch the quiver in her lip at his concern.
It is always the ones you can have that aren't enough.
Alex's good guy act can only go so far though, can only be pushed a little, "Pardon me for giving a shit. I won't let it happen again."
"Wait-" Izzie has to stop Alex with a desperate grab when he turns around pissed.
He rolls his eyes when she says she is sorry. "Just spill it already Iz, this is getting so tedious. You've been moping around for weeks. Is this about Duquette?"
The mention of Denny is even more upsetting because its not, she hadn't even been thinking about him.
Not when the wedding started. Not when she was walking down the isle. Not when it ended in tears.
All Izzie could see and think and feel had George's name written all over it.
"I'm transferring hospitals." She says quickly without letting go of Alex's arm, digging in actually, hoping that somehow he'll understand he shouldn't ask why.
"Why? Where? When?" Alex kills all hope by not missing a beat.
"Three weeks. New York. You can't tell anybody though Alex, please. George-"
Alex looks dumbfounded when he interrupts. "Yeah, what does Georgie think about this?"
"He thinks I'm going to Mercy West. But he's glad. It's for the best. He won't care Alex and he doesn't need to know about a few more miles."
"Let alone thousands?" Alex challenges.
Izzie knows that George will care, she just plans on being out of town, out of his life, before he finds out. "Alex-
He hears the warning, and even though he doesn't look happy about it, he nods. "Fine Iz, it's our little secret. But let me just say - for the record - whatever reason you are running, I think it's a mistake."
Izzie doesn't know a lot of things. What to do about her present. What the future is going to hold. How she is going to forget about the past.
But she knows that Alex is more than likely right.