"An Incomplete Record of the Lesbian Related Conversations..." (Grey's, M/A, I/A, I/C)
Title: An Incomplete Record of the Lesbian Related Conversations the Doctors at Seattle Grace Have Participated In
For: femslash07
Recipient: fox1013
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairings: Meredith/Addison, Izzie/Addison, Izzie/Callie
Spoilers: through 'Where the Boys Are'
Word Count: 2,806
Rating: PG-13
Summary: See title.
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me.
*
"So," Meredith says, hands resting on her bare stomach. "What does this mean?"
This is strange for two reasons:
1) She is an expert at casual sex, at not asking questions, at avoiding questions.
2) She is asking this of Addison Montgomery-Shepherd, the ex-wife of her ex-boyfriend/partner in adultery.
Addison raises an eyebrow. "That my husband can push women to the other end of the Kinsey scale?"
"Derek didn't turn me gay. Or part gay. He turned me in no way."
"And he's not my husband," she replies.
"I didn't mean for that to rhyme, by the way. What I said before. Do you really think this is Derek's fault?"
"It was a joke, Meredith." Addison smirks. "Are you really so tense that you've lost the ability to spot a joke?"
"Pretty much." Meredith frowns. "I'm sorry I'm freaking out. But in my defense, I have freaked out a lot worse when naked. You're getting off easy."
"I'm going to be honest. I don't remember what the starting point of this conversation was."
Meredith nods her head a few times. "Okay. Well, I asked a question. But I'd rather say a few things. Mostly that I don't want you to pursue me. I don't want to kiss in elevators, and I don't want you to charm me into a relationship. Because I can't keep having sex with my ex-boyfriend's ex-wife. It's way too much. Way too much inappropriate sex."
"You don't think you should've given me this speech before we slept together?"
Meredith considers this for a moment. "One time is manageable. Also, I have a problem with not thinking too much before I have sex with someone. This is how I end up sleeping with inappropriate people."
"Things like that just make me want to kiss you in elevators."
"Now you're mocking me."
"I'm not mocking you," Addison says lightly. "I'm having fun. Okay, so I won't pursue you. I won't try to have sex with you again, and I won't try to get you into a relationship. But how about this--"
"Oh, no."
"We have sex once more. Right now, and we count this whole night as one time."
Meredith considers this for a moment. "That's not too much inappropriate sex."
*
"So," Addison says. "We're in an elevator. And I'm not kissing you."
Meredith stares straight ahead. "I appreciate that."
Then, she kisses Addison.
*
"I'm not having sex with Addison again," Meredith says.
"I hope that's true," Cristina says, "because I'm really sick of hearing that sentence." Off Meredith's annoyed look, she gives an equally annoyed, "What?"
*
"We can't do this anymore," Meredith says. "I'm serious this time. Very serious."
Addison nods and steps away from Meredith. "You're right."
"Really?"
Meredith hates that she's disappointed.
*
"It's over," Meredith says. "After months of inappropriate Addison sex, I've finally washed my hands of it."
Cristina doesn't look up from her book. "So, are you going to go back to obsessing about Derek?"
Meredith's shoulders slump. "Probably. You know what? I hate everyone who's ever had the name Shepherd."
*
"I can't do this," Addison says. "We can't do this."
"Why not?" Izzie says. "You can't say that intern-resident relationships are forbidden because, like, those are the only relationships that exist in this hospital. Not having sex with an intern is what's frowned upon, so you're pretty much breaking the rules if you don't have sex with me."
"What if I told you I already had sex with an intern?"
Addison is surprised when this question doesn't stop Izzie from undoing the next button on Addison's blouse.
"I would say," Izzie begins. "I am saying that there's no reason to stop this, then. And if you really didn't want to do this, you wouldn't have let me get your blouse half off."
Addison wants to say that, okay, Izzie has a point, but she was still holding out hope that she and Izzie could be friends or even mentor and protégé, and succumbing to the desire to have sex in a supply closet would ruin that. But then Izzie's hands are under her bra, thumbs brushing over her nipples, and Addison thinks, We could be friends after this. Right?
Probably not.
"But," Izzie continues, "I'd still like you to say that you want to do this. Because you're being so passive that it's freaking me out."
Addison lightly kisses Izzie on the lips. "Take off your pants, Stevens."
"See, things like that make me want to have sex with you."
*
"We've been having an awful lot of sex."
"Sex is fun," Izzie says.
"I wasn't complaining. Just making an observation."
"Okay. Then let's meet back here in an hour."
"For more sex?"
"Yes."
Addison sighs. "Okay, I think that's too much."
*
The first time they have sex in a bed, Addison and Izzie have been seeing each other for four months. Having sex for four months. Whatever. The latter probably fits more because 'seeing each other' implies dating and 'having sex' implies having sex, and they've mostly been having sex. But they have been eating lunch together sometimes, having dinner together other times... So maybe that does count as seeing each other? Or maybe Izzie just wants it to count as seeing each other.
Because, honestly? Izzie's getting a little smitten with Addison. Okay. Really honestly? She was a little smitten with Addison going into this. Now she's very smitten. And finally graduating to bedsex.
It's very exciting, as you can imagine.
"So," Izzie says, straddling Addison's hips. "Does this mean we're not going to have hospital sex anymore?"
"Do you really not want to have hospital sex anymore?" Addison tugs on the bottom of Izzie's shirt. "Because, as I recall, you seem to like it."
"I do. I'm just saying, sex in a bed means more time and less chance of someone walking in on us."
"It is a fear."
"A very real fear that frightens people. People like us."
Addison laughs.
*
"Addison, can I tell you something?"
"Sure," Addison says sleepily as she turns onto her side. "Go ahead."
"I... I like you. I really like you."
"Good." Addison yawns.
*
"I slept with Addison. Many times. In secret. Often in the hospital."
Izzie whirls around to face Meredith. "What? When? Recently?"
"What? No. Why?"
Izzie doesn't respond as she leans against the kitchen counter. There should be a reason for that response other than the truth, but she really can't think of one.
"Oh, wow. You're sleeping with Addison."
"Pretty much." She considers adding that she might be in love with Addison, but at the moment that notion seems especially silly. "So. Why are you telling me now?"
"I wanted your opinion on whether or not I should tell Derek."
"You want to know if you should tell your boyfriend that you slept with his ex-wife. Seriously?" Meredith scrunches up her face, and Izzie realizes her opinion might not be so obvious. "Okay, I'm usually all for honesty. But I don't think anything will be helped by divulging that sort of secret."
"But Derek and I are getting serious. Again." Meredith somehow manages to look even more confused. "You don't think this'll be one of the things that blows up in my face?"
"Addison's not going to tell anyone. I'm not going to tell anyone."
"Cristina knows, too."
"You think she's going to start gossiping?"
"Okay. No." Meredith pauses, her frown seeming to deepen. "I can't believe you're advising me to lie by omission."
"I can't believe we slept with the same woman."
"I can."
Izzie nods. "Yeah, the hospital is kind of incestuous. So. You and Addison had secret hospital sex. And now Addison and I are having secret hospital sex."
"Yes."
"You know, I think this conversation is over."
"Oh. Okay."
*
When Callie finds Izzie crying in the locker room, her first impulse is to walk away. She feels like a bitch for wanting to ignore her, but in Callie's defense, Izzie has been a bitch to her. Who would blame Callie for letting Izzie deal with whatever mess she's gotten herself into on her own?
But Callie doesn't want to be petty. Plus, she would like Izzie to accept her as something other than a nuisance.
"Are you okay?" Callie asks.
"What do you think?" Izzie snaps.
That's almost enough to make Callie give up, but she pushes ahead. "I think you look like you've just gotten your heart broken."
"You would be right." Izzie shakes her head. "But not really. I guess it's stupid. Why do you care, anyway?"
"Because I don't hate you," Callie says, not voicing the But I know you hate me that's running through her head. "You can talk to me. If you want."
"You can't judge me," Izzie says.
"Okay."
"I think Addison is just using me for sex."
Callie blinks slowly as she tries to process the new information. "Addison? Is using you for sex?"
"Oh, come on," Izzie says. "Just because you think I'm gross doesn't mean Addison has to. And you said you wouldn't judge."
"I'm not!" She sits down next to Izzie. "I swear, I'm not. It's just... she never told me about you."
"She slept with you, too? I'm probably one out of twenty. Twenty thousand, maybe, who knows?"
"I mean I'm her friend, Izzie."
Izzie nods. "And she never told you about me. That's what happens when you're sleeping with someone you don't care about or are ashamed of. She didn't even tell me she was friends with you, which she would've mentioned if I wasn't just another person she has sex with."
Izzie starts to cry harder than she was, and Callie starts to feel really bad about this. Partly because she seems to have made Izzie feel worse, partly because Izzie is reminding her of herself. Callie knows what it's like to be in love with someone who might never love you back, and she knows how crazy that can make a person.
She puts her arms around Izzie, holds her until she stops crying. Keeps holding her until Izzie. Kisses. Her.
"Oh, God," Izzie says, pulling away suddenly. "I'm sorry. Addison... I'm insane. I'm sorry. Thank you."
Callie is left alone, wondering what the hell just happened.
*
"We have to talk."
Addison stops reading and looks up at Callie. "Hello to you, too."
"You've turned Izzie Stevens into a mess. And I know I'm not friends with her, but she's crying and kissing me and you've made her crazy."
"I didn't do anything," Addison insists. Because, well, she didn't. "At least not anything that should be giving her a nervous breakdown."
"Oh, no, you did it. Fix it."
Addison raises an eyebrow. "Fix it?"
"Okay, I guess that if you want Izzie to be miserable, I can't stop you. I just felt I should tell you."
Addison calls out to Callie's retreating frame, but Callie doesn't look back. So, Callie's mad at her, Izzie is going insane... and there was kissing?
Addison has no idea where to go from here.
*
"I have to tell you something," Izzie says. "Well, two things. The first thing you won't like, but I have to be clear that it was no big deal. Really."
"Okay," George says, voice full of caution as he stretches out the word. "Did you put another multi-million dollar check on the fridge?"
"No. I... well, I guess you say I kissed Callie."
"What? You've got to be kidding me."
"I am really not."
George's eyes are bugging out of his head, and he launches into a tirade before Izzie can explain herself further. "This is... all this time you've been saying, She's not right for you, George and She has pee hands, George and now you're kissing her. What is wrong with you? Was this some sort of plan? Break us up so you could make your move? You... you... nogoodnik."
"I'm not trying to sleep with Callie!" Izzie insists. "Sometimes, when you're in a bad place, things sort of happen."
"We've all been in bad places," George says. "I've been in a bad place, and I've never gay kissed my enemies. Or even my friends."
"I can't explain it, okay. I just wanted to be honest with you. After I talked it over with Callie, she agreed."
"You're talking things over with Callie, too? Are you sure you're still Izzie Stevens?"
"Reasonably sure. Also, I think you should give things another try with her."
George throws up his hands. "I feel like I'm going insane."
"Stop being mad," Izzie says. "Talking and reconciliation are good things."
"I'll admit, I'm still thinking about you kissing my girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend."
"I won't do it again." Izzie puts her hands on his shoulders. "I say this as your friend, as someone who loves you: stop acting like a jerk to the girl who's crazy about you."
"The longer this conversation goes on, the less sense it makes to me."
"The second thing--"
"Oh God, I forgot there was a second thing."
"I've been sleeping with Addison."
"You've been kissing Callie and sleeping with Addison? How do you even find the time?"
"Well," Izzie says, "I've been knitting less."
George stares at her, face expressionless.
"That was a joke. Point is, I think I'm in love with her, and I think she's just using me. And that's how Callie and I started talking, because she knows what it's like to be with someone who doesn't appreciate her. Also because she found me crying."
"I wasn't using Callie," George says. "Well. I didn't mean to--"
"Stop jerking her around is what I'm saying. And I'm going to talk to Addison. I might need you to hold my hand and eat cake, so please don't be mad at me."
"I'm not," George says. "I mean, you're done with kissing Callie, right?"
"It was just once, George. And she wasn't into it."
"Okay," George nods. "Okay."
*
"It's Izzie, and I know you're in there."
The words come before the knocking, so Addison has even more reason to think Izzie's gone off the deep end. Not that she's seen Izzie recently, but from what she hears...
And for the record, Addison isn't completely to blame for the fact that she hasn't seen Izzie in a few days. They've been avoiding each other quite skillfully. She'd almost be impressed with the both of them if their behavior wasn't so childish and strange.
"I need to talk to you." Izzie stops hitting Addison's door. "We need to talk."
Addison opens the door, and Izzie jumps back in apparent surprise.
"You opened the door."
"I did. Do you want to come in?"
Izzie peers over Addison's shoulder suspiciously. "Is anyone here?"
Addison purses her lips. "No. I can go more than a day without sex."
Izzie snorts. "I'm sure."
Addison leans against the doorway. "Are you just here to call me a whore? Because I'm not in the mood."
"Should I come back?"
She sighs. "What is going on with you?"
Izzie's façade of toughness fades away. "I didn't mean to... I do want to come in, okay? If you'll let me."
Addison steps back and lets Izzie in. Izzie sits down on the bed, and when Addison goes to join her, she half assumes they're going to engage in some sort of angry/apologetic foreplay to go with Izzie's new split personality. But after Izzie takes in a breath, she starts talking.
"So," Izzie begins, "I've been avoiding you. I kissed Callie, which I guess you know, but I didn't really mean it. I've been going crazy because I think I'm in love with you and you had sex with Meredith. A lot, apparently. And I don't want to be some girl you have a lot of sex with until you get sick of it."
"You think you're in love with me?"
"You don't have to say you're in love with me. I just want you to say that you want to try something more than just sex. But," she quickly adds, "if you don't want to, that's fine. I won't, like, stalk you or anything. Or avoid you. Or be mad at you forever. It's not your fault I'm in love with you."
"I'd like to think I had something to do with it," Addison says. She's silent for a moment before she says, "Okay. Let's try."
*
George and Meredith are watching Izzie and Addison from across the cafeteria.
"They look so happy," Meredith says. "Why can't I look that happy?"
"I don't know."
"It's a little creepy, isn't it? Being that happy all the time?"
George doesn't say anything, so Meredith glances over at him.
"George?"
"I don't know," he finally says. "At least she's not with Callie."
"What?"
END
For: femslash07
Recipient: fox1013
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairings: Meredith/Addison, Izzie/Addison, Izzie/Callie
Spoilers: through 'Where the Boys Are'
Word Count: 2,806
Rating: PG-13
Summary: See title.
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me.
*
"So," Meredith says, hands resting on her bare stomach. "What does this mean?"
This is strange for two reasons:
1) She is an expert at casual sex, at not asking questions, at avoiding questions.
2) She is asking this of Addison Montgomery-Shepherd, the ex-wife of her ex-boyfriend/partner in adultery.
Addison raises an eyebrow. "That my husband can push women to the other end of the Kinsey scale?"
"Derek didn't turn me gay. Or part gay. He turned me in no way."
"And he's not my husband," she replies.
"I didn't mean for that to rhyme, by the way. What I said before. Do you really think this is Derek's fault?"
"It was a joke, Meredith." Addison smirks. "Are you really so tense that you've lost the ability to spot a joke?"
"Pretty much." Meredith frowns. "I'm sorry I'm freaking out. But in my defense, I have freaked out a lot worse when naked. You're getting off easy."
"I'm going to be honest. I don't remember what the starting point of this conversation was."
Meredith nods her head a few times. "Okay. Well, I asked a question. But I'd rather say a few things. Mostly that I don't want you to pursue me. I don't want to kiss in elevators, and I don't want you to charm me into a relationship. Because I can't keep having sex with my ex-boyfriend's ex-wife. It's way too much. Way too much inappropriate sex."
"You don't think you should've given me this speech before we slept together?"
Meredith considers this for a moment. "One time is manageable. Also, I have a problem with not thinking too much before I have sex with someone. This is how I end up sleeping with inappropriate people."
"Things like that just make me want to kiss you in elevators."
"Now you're mocking me."
"I'm not mocking you," Addison says lightly. "I'm having fun. Okay, so I won't pursue you. I won't try to have sex with you again, and I won't try to get you into a relationship. But how about this--"
"Oh, no."
"We have sex once more. Right now, and we count this whole night as one time."
Meredith considers this for a moment. "That's not too much inappropriate sex."
*
"So," Addison says. "We're in an elevator. And I'm not kissing you."
Meredith stares straight ahead. "I appreciate that."
Then, she kisses Addison.
*
"I'm not having sex with Addison again," Meredith says.
"I hope that's true," Cristina says, "because I'm really sick of hearing that sentence." Off Meredith's annoyed look, she gives an equally annoyed, "What?"
*
"We can't do this anymore," Meredith says. "I'm serious this time. Very serious."
Addison nods and steps away from Meredith. "You're right."
"Really?"
Meredith hates that she's disappointed.
*
"It's over," Meredith says. "After months of inappropriate Addison sex, I've finally washed my hands of it."
Cristina doesn't look up from her book. "So, are you going to go back to obsessing about Derek?"
Meredith's shoulders slump. "Probably. You know what? I hate everyone who's ever had the name Shepherd."
*
"I can't do this," Addison says. "We can't do this."
"Why not?" Izzie says. "You can't say that intern-resident relationships are forbidden because, like, those are the only relationships that exist in this hospital. Not having sex with an intern is what's frowned upon, so you're pretty much breaking the rules if you don't have sex with me."
"What if I told you I already had sex with an intern?"
Addison is surprised when this question doesn't stop Izzie from undoing the next button on Addison's blouse.
"I would say," Izzie begins. "I am saying that there's no reason to stop this, then. And if you really didn't want to do this, you wouldn't have let me get your blouse half off."
Addison wants to say that, okay, Izzie has a point, but she was still holding out hope that she and Izzie could be friends or even mentor and protégé, and succumbing to the desire to have sex in a supply closet would ruin that. But then Izzie's hands are under her bra, thumbs brushing over her nipples, and Addison thinks, We could be friends after this. Right?
Probably not.
"But," Izzie continues, "I'd still like you to say that you want to do this. Because you're being so passive that it's freaking me out."
Addison lightly kisses Izzie on the lips. "Take off your pants, Stevens."
"See, things like that make me want to have sex with you."
*
"We've been having an awful lot of sex."
"Sex is fun," Izzie says.
"I wasn't complaining. Just making an observation."
"Okay. Then let's meet back here in an hour."
"For more sex?"
"Yes."
Addison sighs. "Okay, I think that's too much."
*
The first time they have sex in a bed, Addison and Izzie have been seeing each other for four months. Having sex for four months. Whatever. The latter probably fits more because 'seeing each other' implies dating and 'having sex' implies having sex, and they've mostly been having sex. But they have been eating lunch together sometimes, having dinner together other times... So maybe that does count as seeing each other? Or maybe Izzie just wants it to count as seeing each other.
Because, honestly? Izzie's getting a little smitten with Addison. Okay. Really honestly? She was a little smitten with Addison going into this. Now she's very smitten. And finally graduating to bedsex.
It's very exciting, as you can imagine.
"So," Izzie says, straddling Addison's hips. "Does this mean we're not going to have hospital sex anymore?"
"Do you really not want to have hospital sex anymore?" Addison tugs on the bottom of Izzie's shirt. "Because, as I recall, you seem to like it."
"I do. I'm just saying, sex in a bed means more time and less chance of someone walking in on us."
"It is a fear."
"A very real fear that frightens people. People like us."
Addison laughs.
*
"Addison, can I tell you something?"
"Sure," Addison says sleepily as she turns onto her side. "Go ahead."
"I... I like you. I really like you."
"Good." Addison yawns.
*
"I slept with Addison. Many times. In secret. Often in the hospital."
Izzie whirls around to face Meredith. "What? When? Recently?"
"What? No. Why?"
Izzie doesn't respond as she leans against the kitchen counter. There should be a reason for that response other than the truth, but she really can't think of one.
"Oh, wow. You're sleeping with Addison."
"Pretty much." She considers adding that she might be in love with Addison, but at the moment that notion seems especially silly. "So. Why are you telling me now?"
"I wanted your opinion on whether or not I should tell Derek."
"You want to know if you should tell your boyfriend that you slept with his ex-wife. Seriously?" Meredith scrunches up her face, and Izzie realizes her opinion might not be so obvious. "Okay, I'm usually all for honesty. But I don't think anything will be helped by divulging that sort of secret."
"But Derek and I are getting serious. Again." Meredith somehow manages to look even more confused. "You don't think this'll be one of the things that blows up in my face?"
"Addison's not going to tell anyone. I'm not going to tell anyone."
"Cristina knows, too."
"You think she's going to start gossiping?"
"Okay. No." Meredith pauses, her frown seeming to deepen. "I can't believe you're advising me to lie by omission."
"I can't believe we slept with the same woman."
"I can."
Izzie nods. "Yeah, the hospital is kind of incestuous. So. You and Addison had secret hospital sex. And now Addison and I are having secret hospital sex."
"Yes."
"You know, I think this conversation is over."
"Oh. Okay."
*
When Callie finds Izzie crying in the locker room, her first impulse is to walk away. She feels like a bitch for wanting to ignore her, but in Callie's defense, Izzie has been a bitch to her. Who would blame Callie for letting Izzie deal with whatever mess she's gotten herself into on her own?
But Callie doesn't want to be petty. Plus, she would like Izzie to accept her as something other than a nuisance.
"Are you okay?" Callie asks.
"What do you think?" Izzie snaps.
That's almost enough to make Callie give up, but she pushes ahead. "I think you look like you've just gotten your heart broken."
"You would be right." Izzie shakes her head. "But not really. I guess it's stupid. Why do you care, anyway?"
"Because I don't hate you," Callie says, not voicing the But I know you hate me that's running through her head. "You can talk to me. If you want."
"You can't judge me," Izzie says.
"Okay."
"I think Addison is just using me for sex."
Callie blinks slowly as she tries to process the new information. "Addison? Is using you for sex?"
"Oh, come on," Izzie says. "Just because you think I'm gross doesn't mean Addison has to. And you said you wouldn't judge."
"I'm not!" She sits down next to Izzie. "I swear, I'm not. It's just... she never told me about you."
"She slept with you, too? I'm probably one out of twenty. Twenty thousand, maybe, who knows?"
"I mean I'm her friend, Izzie."
Izzie nods. "And she never told you about me. That's what happens when you're sleeping with someone you don't care about or are ashamed of. She didn't even tell me she was friends with you, which she would've mentioned if I wasn't just another person she has sex with."
Izzie starts to cry harder than she was, and Callie starts to feel really bad about this. Partly because she seems to have made Izzie feel worse, partly because Izzie is reminding her of herself. Callie knows what it's like to be in love with someone who might never love you back, and she knows how crazy that can make a person.
She puts her arms around Izzie, holds her until she stops crying. Keeps holding her until Izzie. Kisses. Her.
"Oh, God," Izzie says, pulling away suddenly. "I'm sorry. Addison... I'm insane. I'm sorry. Thank you."
Callie is left alone, wondering what the hell just happened.
*
"We have to talk."
Addison stops reading and looks up at Callie. "Hello to you, too."
"You've turned Izzie Stevens into a mess. And I know I'm not friends with her, but she's crying and kissing me and you've made her crazy."
"I didn't do anything," Addison insists. Because, well, she didn't. "At least not anything that should be giving her a nervous breakdown."
"Oh, no, you did it. Fix it."
Addison raises an eyebrow. "Fix it?"
"Okay, I guess that if you want Izzie to be miserable, I can't stop you. I just felt I should tell you."
Addison calls out to Callie's retreating frame, but Callie doesn't look back. So, Callie's mad at her, Izzie is going insane... and there was kissing?
Addison has no idea where to go from here.
*
"I have to tell you something," Izzie says. "Well, two things. The first thing you won't like, but I have to be clear that it was no big deal. Really."
"Okay," George says, voice full of caution as he stretches out the word. "Did you put another multi-million dollar check on the fridge?"
"No. I... well, I guess you say I kissed Callie."
"What? You've got to be kidding me."
"I am really not."
George's eyes are bugging out of his head, and he launches into a tirade before Izzie can explain herself further. "This is... all this time you've been saying, She's not right for you, George and She has pee hands, George and now you're kissing her. What is wrong with you? Was this some sort of plan? Break us up so you could make your move? You... you... nogoodnik."
"I'm not trying to sleep with Callie!" Izzie insists. "Sometimes, when you're in a bad place, things sort of happen."
"We've all been in bad places," George says. "I've been in a bad place, and I've never gay kissed my enemies. Or even my friends."
"I can't explain it, okay. I just wanted to be honest with you. After I talked it over with Callie, she agreed."
"You're talking things over with Callie, too? Are you sure you're still Izzie Stevens?"
"Reasonably sure. Also, I think you should give things another try with her."
George throws up his hands. "I feel like I'm going insane."
"Stop being mad," Izzie says. "Talking and reconciliation are good things."
"I'll admit, I'm still thinking about you kissing my girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend."
"I won't do it again." Izzie puts her hands on his shoulders. "I say this as your friend, as someone who loves you: stop acting like a jerk to the girl who's crazy about you."
"The longer this conversation goes on, the less sense it makes to me."
"The second thing--"
"Oh God, I forgot there was a second thing."
"I've been sleeping with Addison."
"You've been kissing Callie and sleeping with Addison? How do you even find the time?"
"Well," Izzie says, "I've been knitting less."
George stares at her, face expressionless.
"That was a joke. Point is, I think I'm in love with her, and I think she's just using me. And that's how Callie and I started talking, because she knows what it's like to be with someone who doesn't appreciate her. Also because she found me crying."
"I wasn't using Callie," George says. "Well. I didn't mean to--"
"Stop jerking her around is what I'm saying. And I'm going to talk to Addison. I might need you to hold my hand and eat cake, so please don't be mad at me."
"I'm not," George says. "I mean, you're done with kissing Callie, right?"
"It was just once, George. And she wasn't into it."
"Okay," George nods. "Okay."
*
"It's Izzie, and I know you're in there."
The words come before the knocking, so Addison has even more reason to think Izzie's gone off the deep end. Not that she's seen Izzie recently, but from what she hears...
And for the record, Addison isn't completely to blame for the fact that she hasn't seen Izzie in a few days. They've been avoiding each other quite skillfully. She'd almost be impressed with the both of them if their behavior wasn't so childish and strange.
"I need to talk to you." Izzie stops hitting Addison's door. "We need to talk."
Addison opens the door, and Izzie jumps back in apparent surprise.
"You opened the door."
"I did. Do you want to come in?"
Izzie peers over Addison's shoulder suspiciously. "Is anyone here?"
Addison purses her lips. "No. I can go more than a day without sex."
Izzie snorts. "I'm sure."
Addison leans against the doorway. "Are you just here to call me a whore? Because I'm not in the mood."
"Should I come back?"
She sighs. "What is going on with you?"
Izzie's façade of toughness fades away. "I didn't mean to... I do want to come in, okay? If you'll let me."
Addison steps back and lets Izzie in. Izzie sits down on the bed, and when Addison goes to join her, she half assumes they're going to engage in some sort of angry/apologetic foreplay to go with Izzie's new split personality. But after Izzie takes in a breath, she starts talking.
"So," Izzie begins, "I've been avoiding you. I kissed Callie, which I guess you know, but I didn't really mean it. I've been going crazy because I think I'm in love with you and you had sex with Meredith. A lot, apparently. And I don't want to be some girl you have a lot of sex with until you get sick of it."
"You think you're in love with me?"
"You don't have to say you're in love with me. I just want you to say that you want to try something more than just sex. But," she quickly adds, "if you don't want to, that's fine. I won't, like, stalk you or anything. Or avoid you. Or be mad at you forever. It's not your fault I'm in love with you."
"I'd like to think I had something to do with it," Addison says. She's silent for a moment before she says, "Okay. Let's try."
*
George and Meredith are watching Izzie and Addison from across the cafeteria.
"They look so happy," Meredith says. "Why can't I look that happy?"
"I don't know."
"It's a little creepy, isn't it? Being that happy all the time?"
George doesn't say anything, so Meredith glances over at him.
"George?"
"I don't know," he finally says. "At least she's not with Callie."
"What?"
END