Fix You
Title: Fix You
Pairing: Izzie/Addison
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Chapter Four
“Have you ever had dirty thoughts about your boss?” You felt ridiculous asking him this, but this week’s thoughts had unexpectedly caught you by surprise.
George looks at you curiously and he suddenly drops his magazine that he’d been reading to ask, “You’re having dirty thoughts about who?”
You shake your head and say, “Never mind that. Have you?” You can tell by the way he’s looking at you that you’ve somehow crossed a line into looking like a crazy person, but it’s been eating away at you all week and you had to get it off your chest, even if you weren’t giving away the details.
He nods slowly and takes a bite out of the apple he had brought with him. “Have you forgotten about Callie?” He asks as pieces of apple come flying out of his mouth.
You look at him disgustedly and wipe the apple off of your shirt. “Right.” You say, knowing that it wasn’t the same.
He continues to stare at you. “It’s Sloan isn’t it?” He suddenly asks and you find yourself laughing at the thought. “No … no it’s definitely not Sloan.” You manage to say in between laughing.
His eyes suddenly become wide. “Dr. Shepherd? Because you know that Meredith will-”
“George relax,” you say, interrupting his sentence. “It’s not Derek.”
He looks at you suspiciously. “If it’s not Sloan or Dr. Shepherd then who?”
You sigh and shake your head, wishing you hadn’t brought it up. “Never mind, forget it.”
George hesitates a second before shrugging and continuing to read the magazine he had put down.
The rest of the day remained somewhat boring that was, until around ten o’clock after your shift was over.
You never imagined Addison was the type to drink beer from the bottle; she seemed more of the dry martini in the Bahamas type. But here she was, beer in tow, sitting by herself. You looked around discreetly, thankfully finding none of your fellow interns around. You approach her quietly.
“I’m more of a sudoku person.” You close your eyes at the lack of finding something better to come up with.
She turns to face you and smiles and for some reason you find your self smiling in return. You join her at the bar, noting the fact that your sitting rather closely to her. “So,” you start with an arched brow “do you always make a habit out of biting your pen?”
She smiles slyly and says in response “Do you always make it a habit out of watching one of your attendings?”
Touché, you think. “Just one in particular…” You respond, giving yourself a mental pat on the back for having the courage to confront her with your feelings.
“Oh really?” She questions. “Burke?”
“Hmm… not so much.” You reply, suddenly loving the game this has turn into.
“Derek?” She asks musingly.
“Guess again.” You manage to whisper as she unexpectedly starts to move towards you.
“It can’t be the infamous Mark Sloan can it?” She asks and you can practically feel her breath against your chin.
“No.” You say, and you curse your voice for suddenly sounding so forced.
“It wouldn’t be me, would it?” And in an instant, her face is incredibly close to yours, which you don’t find all too uncomfortable, if only your voice could portray that.
“I-” you clear your throat and continue “I don’t think so.”
And also in an instant, she was back to where she had been before. “Pity.” You look at her in astonishment. “Close your mouth Stevens, you catch less flies that way.” She says proudly and you can’t help but think that she’s an evil genius.