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Title: How Did This Happen?
Author: serene_ray
Rating: NC-17 *hee* FINALLY!
Notes: Addison and Alex-centric with other characters involved.
Disclaimer: I don`t own Grey`s Anatomy.
Summary: The growing dynamics of a friendship/relationship between Addison and Alex.
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Three
Four
Five
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Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
I just want to quickly thank all of those who read my story for their patience. I`ve been getting kind of boggled down with school stuff coupled with this really random bout of writer`s block that was no fun, so for that I apologize and am greatful for the understanding. So here's the next chapter. Hope you all enjoy. Feedback is love.
Chapter 19: What Is It About Her?
Addison couldn’t sleep. But not because she was tossing and turning or because she couldn’t turn her mind off. No matter how hard she tried to will herself to let exhaustion take her, something stopped her. She couldn’t sleep because she was so engulfed in pure elation. She opened her sleepy eyes slowly, and felt a small smile creep unto her face as she saw the subtle rise and fall of Alex’s chest as he breathed. She was securely wrapped in the sheets of his bed, her body fit snuggly against his as her head lay on his shoulder and her nose against the side of his neck. She felt the tips of his fingers lightly grazing the back of her neck and the top of her shoulder, his fingers methodically catching strands of her hair and gently running through them. The soft beating of his heart and gentle caress of his fingers lulled Addison as her eyes began to close again. She had almost forgotten how wonderful it felt to be held so closely, so intently; it eased her bruised spirit to such a degree.
“Are you sleep?” Alex whispered softly.
“Mmm-mmm.” Addison murmured, her eyes fluttering open and closing again. She gently eased her arm around his waist as she, in turn, felt his tighten around her seeming to bring her closer, as if that was even actually possible.
“Why not?” Alex questioned lightly as he continued staring at the ceiling as he began lazily tracing patterns on her neck and back with his fingers. “Are you okay?” Addison smiled to herself at his question.
“You know, if I had a dollar for every time you asked me that I’d be forced into retirement.” She joked lightly.
“Well, we wouldn’t want that.” Alex replied, turning his face to lightly brush his lips against the side of her forehead. She felt chills run down her spine. It was always the very simplest things he did that caught her by surprise or made her heart feel like it would just leap out of her chest. He was so intimate with her, so sincere; it captivated her every sense. She was still trying to wrap her brain around how a gloriously mind-numbing ache still paralyzed every inch below her waist. She felt faint just briefly recalling how many times they had made love that night. It was a wonder they weren’t both passed out from exhaustion. Addison almost couldn’t believe her luck; an attractive, sincere, attentive, protective male with some seriously decapitating bed skills.
And stamina to boot, thought Addison as a sly smile crept onto her face. She relished at the mere sensation of their bare legs touching, she couldn’t believe how utterly therapeutic laying there in his arms was. It felt like the safest of places. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt such an intricate emotional connection. It was as if with every passing second her awareness of the magnetic force between them, even in their stagnant positions, blew her mind.
“What are you thinking about?” Asked Alex lightly, shaking her from her thoughts filled with him.
“Right now?” Addison wondered as she slowly opened her eyes.
“Yeah, right now. I know what you were thinking about an hour ago.” Alex teased as he lightly chuckled at his own joke. Addison felt the color in her cheeks rise.
“Ha ha, very funny,” Addison replied as she lightly tapped his side with the back of her hand.
“No, I’m serious. What are you thinking about?” Alex wondered as he traced the ridge of her ear with his finger. He gently rubbed her earlobe when he reached it.
“If rubbing my ear is your new seduction tactic, I’m way too sore for any more extra curricular activities.”
“Hmm, that oddly sounded like a compliment.”
“Hmm, it was one.” Addison whispered as she placed a gentle kiss on the side of his neck where her face was buried, feeling his arms tighten around her. Silence fell over them as they laid together in his bed. “I’m thinking about how much this changes things.”
“Does it?” Alex questioned. Addison thought she may have heard him wrong, she rose her head and looked at him, trying to gage his seriousness. Their eyes met and he could see the confusion in her face.
“Are you being serious?” Addison questioned lightly. “Of course it does.”
“It only does, if we decide it does.” Alex replied as he ran his thumb over the side of her face. Addison’s eyebrows furrowed at that explanation.
“That’s such a male thing to say,” Addison whispered slowly as she searched his eyes. “Contrary to what you’ve heard, sex changes everything and…” Addison paused momentarily mid sentence and diverted her eyes from his briefly.
“And?” Alex questioned after a moment, wanting her to finish what she was saying.
And I’m scared to death. Thought Addison to herself as she tried to think of something else to say. “It just…changes things.” She finished simply. Alex sighed lightly as he idly played with a piece of her hair that rested on her shoulder.
“I know it does.” Alex began lightly. “But has it set in yet?”
“What?”
“Has the fact that tonight changes things between us, set in yet?”
“Why? Why are you asking me that?”
“Because I feel like I’m anticipating you…pulling away.” Alex replied slowly.
“Well I’m not going to,” Addison relented calmly as she laid her head back on his shoulder, snuggling in closer to him and twisting the top of the sheets in her fist. He read her like an open book, it was unnerving. She wasn’t, by any means, scared enough to let him go. She was, however, scared enough to feel the apprehension in her chest. There was nothing like mind-bending sex to put things into perspective, now all bets were off. She suddenly realized falling for him could possibly be the easiest thing in the world to do after tonight. She felt her pulse quicken at the mere thought. “This doesn‘t change how secretive about this we have to be.”
“Secretive? Why?” Alex asked inquisitively.
“I‘d just prefer the whole hospital not knowing our business.”
“I doubt the whole hospital would find out.”
“Are you kidding? Seattle Grace is like a poor excuse for a high school as far as gossip is concerned.” Addison reasoned gently.
“What you meant to say was you don’t want Derek and Mark to know.” Alex countered.
“That’s not true,” Addison replied softly. “Besides, I think Mark does know. Not because I told him or anything but because he’s insufferable and makes it his life’s mission to butt his nose where it doesn’t belong.”
“Well what about Derek?” Alex asked carefully.
I really, really, really don’t want to talk about Derek right now. She felt herself whine inside her subconscious. “What about him? It’s none of his business. It’s none of anybody’s business but ours.”
“Well, I agree with that.” Alex replied easily, as a yawn crept up and surprised him.
“Good…” Addison began. “Aw, you’re sleepy.”
“Yeah, you wore me out.” Alex kidded lightly. Addison gently pulled her head back suddenly and nudged his chin with her fingers, angling his face to look at hers. She felt a small smile creep onto her face as his eyes met hers. She lost the words she had meant to say at that moment. He had this unnerving ability to leave her speechless when she least expected it. “What?” Alex urged gently breaking the looming silence.
“Thank you for tonight.” Addison whispered.
“Me?” Alex questioned, sounding surprised. He gently placed a soft kiss on her mouth. “Thank you for letting it happen.”
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Izzie Steven’s felt like it was going to undoubtedly be one of those days where things just wouldn’t work in her favor. Not even in the slightest bit. She had unequivocally ruined the last three hours she had been awake. She had woken up to the heaviness of her bladder, and in her sleep-filled haste she managed to stub her toe on the side of her dresser. The level of excruciating pain that had shot through her toe and then her foot was beyond extreme. To make matters worse, when she passed by Meredith’s door she could clearly hear her crying. After they had shared a small talk, Izzie had decided to give her some space and leave her alone. And lastly, 15 minutes before she was going to walk out the door, she had spilled her tea all over the front of her shirt. Yeah, today just wasn’t going to be her day. She stood absentmindedly shaking two packets of sugar she was getting ready to pour into the coffee she had just purchased when she heard someone beside her.
“Good morning, Dr. Stevens.” Derek Shepherd offered as he reached for the sugar for his coffee. Izzie suddenly saw a flash of how she had found Meredith early that morning, in the fetal position crying her eyes out. She refrained from saying something eccentrically rude to him and didn’t say anything. Derek, for a moment, thought that maybe she hadn’t heard him. “I said ’Good Morning.’”
“I heard what you said.” Izzie replied coolly as she brought her coffee up to her lips. She turned towards him to look him in the eye. “I just don’t exchange pleasantries with men who cowardly avoid my friend.”
Derek let out a frustrated sigh as he suddenly understood why she was being so standoffish. “I’m not avoiding her, Dr. Stevens.”
“That’s not what I heard.”
“I just can’t be around her,” Derek lamented carefully. “I’ve made my decision, I know I’ve hurt her, and I’m sorry for that.”
“Well, you wanna know something? I’d say that’s pretty lousy. You’re sorry? Where was your sympathy when you were screwing her behind your wife’s back?”
“I made a mistake.” Derek countered, trying to defend himself from her cutthroat allegations. “I know that.”
“So what’s Meredith supposed to do? She got one hell of the short end of the stick.” Izzie stated harshly.
“I’m sorry I hurt your friend.” Derek said sincerely. He was sorry, he was sorry that this mess of a life that he called himself living, was holistically all his fault.
“Not as sorry as she is.” Izzie assured him.
“I’m a selfish man, I know that. I love my wife.”
“But does she love you? I hear she’s already moved on.” Izzie countered bitterly.
“Addison will never move on from me. We were married for eleven years. She followed me to this hospital because she wanted to try and make things work.”
“Maybe she’s tired of trying.” Izzie suggested.
“And maybe she’s not.” Derek replied sternly. “Either way, it’s none of your business. I understand you feel compelled to protect your friend but Meredith and I are no longer involved and anything you have to say regarding my wife is completely unnecessary. Have a good day, Dr. Stevens.” He finished as he quickly turned on his heels and walked away, leaving Izzie thoroughly convinced she had been right about the course of her day.
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Mark Sloan rounded the corner in search of his intern. He spotted her intently writing in a chart. He approached her still form, her head was dipped from her assessment of the chart, her blond hair fell over her shoulders.
“I need these run through the lab.” Mark said casually as he stopped once he had reached her side.
“Yeah, good luck with that.” Izzie stated nonchalantly as she didn’t even look up from the chart. Mark felt almost immediately put off by her tone, and how she seemed to be brushing him off. Something must have been bothering her.
“You know, you’re usually good for some attitude but I never took you for being the openly defiant type.”
“Yeah, well maybe you don’t know me that well.”
“What’s the matter?” Mark asked suddenly.
“Nothing.” Izzie replied quickly. Still working intently on the chart in her hand.
“I don’t believe you.” Mark said simply. “What’s the matter?”
“You know what, I just don’t get it.” Izzie sighed in frustration as she quickly closed the chart and hastily clicked her pen and stuck it in the pocket of her coat.
“You don’t get what?” Mark questioned, he could see the frustration and irritation all over her face and even in her body language.
“What is it about her?” Izzie asked as she carelessly ran her hand through her blond hair, the gloomy dejection in her voice was hard to miss. Mark suddenly realized what had her so upset.
“About Addison?” He asked.
“I just…it’s like all the men in this hospital just fall all over themselves when it comes to her, and I thought Meredith was bad, she doesn’t have anything on Addison Montgomery.”
Mark chuckled at Izzie’s obvious aversion. “Please don’t tell me your jealous,” Mark sighed, as he took the chart from her. “Jealousy doesn’t look good on you.”
“I am not jealous. I just don’t get it. This little plan of ours better work because if I have to hear one more person pine over her, I am going to scream.”
“Well, first off, please don’t forget the fact that this little plan of ours was originally your idea…”
“Which you didn’t object to.”
“Secondly, it seems utterly preposterous to me that your insecurities are coming to a head because of Addison.”
“What?” Izzie asked seemingly stunned. “I’m not insecure because of Addison.”
“Sure you’re not.”
“I’m not.”
“Sure.”
“Alright, let’s get something straight,” Izzie started seriously, completely petrified at the direction their conversation was going. “I’m your intern and you’re my attending, other than this little ‘agreement’ we have going on, that’s it. You don’t know me well enough to dissect my emotional complexities.”
“I have this thing about beautiful women having ridiculously absurd insecurities; it makes me a little nauseous.” Mark said seriously, “Don’t feel sorry for yourself, you have no reason to.” Izzie stood stunned, trying to formulate some sort of response to what he had just said.
Did he just call me beautiful? She thought to herself, strangely intrigued by that fact.
“Anyways, these labs, ” Mark said evenly, changing the subject, as he handed them to her. “Need to be ran right away. Mr. Ramos’s skin irregularities concern me. Come find me when they’re done.” He finished as he turned to walk away from her. Izzie stood perplexed as she watched his retreating form.
Author: serene_ray
Rating: NC-17 *hee* FINALLY!
Notes: Addison and Alex-centric with other characters involved.
Disclaimer: I don`t own Grey`s Anatomy.
Summary: The growing dynamics of a friendship/relationship between Addison and Alex.
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
I just want to quickly thank all of those who read my story for their patience. I`ve been getting kind of boggled down with school stuff coupled with this really random bout of writer`s block that was no fun, so for that I apologize and am greatful for the understanding. So here's the next chapter. Hope you all enjoy. Feedback is love.
Chapter 19: What Is It About Her?
Addison couldn’t sleep. But not because she was tossing and turning or because she couldn’t turn her mind off. No matter how hard she tried to will herself to let exhaustion take her, something stopped her. She couldn’t sleep because she was so engulfed in pure elation. She opened her sleepy eyes slowly, and felt a small smile creep unto her face as she saw the subtle rise and fall of Alex’s chest as he breathed. She was securely wrapped in the sheets of his bed, her body fit snuggly against his as her head lay on his shoulder and her nose against the side of his neck. She felt the tips of his fingers lightly grazing the back of her neck and the top of her shoulder, his fingers methodically catching strands of her hair and gently running through them. The soft beating of his heart and gentle caress of his fingers lulled Addison as her eyes began to close again. She had almost forgotten how wonderful it felt to be held so closely, so intently; it eased her bruised spirit to such a degree.
“Are you sleep?” Alex whispered softly.
“Mmm-mmm.” Addison murmured, her eyes fluttering open and closing again. She gently eased her arm around his waist as she, in turn, felt his tighten around her seeming to bring her closer, as if that was even actually possible.
“Why not?” Alex questioned lightly as he continued staring at the ceiling as he began lazily tracing patterns on her neck and back with his fingers. “Are you okay?” Addison smiled to herself at his question.
“You know, if I had a dollar for every time you asked me that I’d be forced into retirement.” She joked lightly.
“Well, we wouldn’t want that.” Alex replied, turning his face to lightly brush his lips against the side of her forehead. She felt chills run down her spine. It was always the very simplest things he did that caught her by surprise or made her heart feel like it would just leap out of her chest. He was so intimate with her, so sincere; it captivated her every sense. She was still trying to wrap her brain around how a gloriously mind-numbing ache still paralyzed every inch below her waist. She felt faint just briefly recalling how many times they had made love that night. It was a wonder they weren’t both passed out from exhaustion. Addison almost couldn’t believe her luck; an attractive, sincere, attentive, protective male with some seriously decapitating bed skills.
And stamina to boot, thought Addison as a sly smile crept onto her face. She relished at the mere sensation of their bare legs touching, she couldn’t believe how utterly therapeutic laying there in his arms was. It felt like the safest of places. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt such an intricate emotional connection. It was as if with every passing second her awareness of the magnetic force between them, even in their stagnant positions, blew her mind.
“What are you thinking about?” Asked Alex lightly, shaking her from her thoughts filled with him.
“Right now?” Addison wondered as she slowly opened her eyes.
“Yeah, right now. I know what you were thinking about an hour ago.” Alex teased as he lightly chuckled at his own joke. Addison felt the color in her cheeks rise.
“Ha ha, very funny,” Addison replied as she lightly tapped his side with the back of her hand.
“No, I’m serious. What are you thinking about?” Alex wondered as he traced the ridge of her ear with his finger. He gently rubbed her earlobe when he reached it.
“If rubbing my ear is your new seduction tactic, I’m way too sore for any more extra curricular activities.”
“Hmm, that oddly sounded like a compliment.”
“Hmm, it was one.” Addison whispered as she placed a gentle kiss on the side of his neck where her face was buried, feeling his arms tighten around her. Silence fell over them as they laid together in his bed. “I’m thinking about how much this changes things.”
“Does it?” Alex questioned. Addison thought she may have heard him wrong, she rose her head and looked at him, trying to gage his seriousness. Their eyes met and he could see the confusion in her face.
“Are you being serious?” Addison questioned lightly. “Of course it does.”
“It only does, if we decide it does.” Alex replied as he ran his thumb over the side of her face. Addison’s eyebrows furrowed at that explanation.
“That’s such a male thing to say,” Addison whispered slowly as she searched his eyes. “Contrary to what you’ve heard, sex changes everything and…” Addison paused momentarily mid sentence and diverted her eyes from his briefly.
“And?” Alex questioned after a moment, wanting her to finish what she was saying.
And I’m scared to death. Thought Addison to herself as she tried to think of something else to say. “It just…changes things.” She finished simply. Alex sighed lightly as he idly played with a piece of her hair that rested on her shoulder.
“I know it does.” Alex began lightly. “But has it set in yet?”
“What?”
“Has the fact that tonight changes things between us, set in yet?”
“Why? Why are you asking me that?”
“Because I feel like I’m anticipating you…pulling away.” Alex replied slowly.
“Well I’m not going to,” Addison relented calmly as she laid her head back on his shoulder, snuggling in closer to him and twisting the top of the sheets in her fist. He read her like an open book, it was unnerving. She wasn’t, by any means, scared enough to let him go. She was, however, scared enough to feel the apprehension in her chest. There was nothing like mind-bending sex to put things into perspective, now all bets were off. She suddenly realized falling for him could possibly be the easiest thing in the world to do after tonight. She felt her pulse quicken at the mere thought. “This doesn‘t change how secretive about this we have to be.”
“Secretive? Why?” Alex asked inquisitively.
“I‘d just prefer the whole hospital not knowing our business.”
“I doubt the whole hospital would find out.”
“Are you kidding? Seattle Grace is like a poor excuse for a high school as far as gossip is concerned.” Addison reasoned gently.
“What you meant to say was you don’t want Derek and Mark to know.” Alex countered.
“That’s not true,” Addison replied softly. “Besides, I think Mark does know. Not because I told him or anything but because he’s insufferable and makes it his life’s mission to butt his nose where it doesn’t belong.”
“Well what about Derek?” Alex asked carefully.
I really, really, really don’t want to talk about Derek right now. She felt herself whine inside her subconscious. “What about him? It’s none of his business. It’s none of anybody’s business but ours.”
“Well, I agree with that.” Alex replied easily, as a yawn crept up and surprised him.
“Good…” Addison began. “Aw, you’re sleepy.”
“Yeah, you wore me out.” Alex kidded lightly. Addison gently pulled her head back suddenly and nudged his chin with her fingers, angling his face to look at hers. She felt a small smile creep onto her face as his eyes met hers. She lost the words she had meant to say at that moment. He had this unnerving ability to leave her speechless when she least expected it. “What?” Alex urged gently breaking the looming silence.
“Thank you for tonight.” Addison whispered.
“Me?” Alex questioned, sounding surprised. He gently placed a soft kiss on her mouth. “Thank you for letting it happen.”
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Izzie Steven’s felt like it was going to undoubtedly be one of those days where things just wouldn’t work in her favor. Not even in the slightest bit. She had unequivocally ruined the last three hours she had been awake. She had woken up to the heaviness of her bladder, and in her sleep-filled haste she managed to stub her toe on the side of her dresser. The level of excruciating pain that had shot through her toe and then her foot was beyond extreme. To make matters worse, when she passed by Meredith’s door she could clearly hear her crying. After they had shared a small talk, Izzie had decided to give her some space and leave her alone. And lastly, 15 minutes before she was going to walk out the door, she had spilled her tea all over the front of her shirt. Yeah, today just wasn’t going to be her day. She stood absentmindedly shaking two packets of sugar she was getting ready to pour into the coffee she had just purchased when she heard someone beside her.
“Good morning, Dr. Stevens.” Derek Shepherd offered as he reached for the sugar for his coffee. Izzie suddenly saw a flash of how she had found Meredith early that morning, in the fetal position crying her eyes out. She refrained from saying something eccentrically rude to him and didn’t say anything. Derek, for a moment, thought that maybe she hadn’t heard him. “I said ’Good Morning.’”
“I heard what you said.” Izzie replied coolly as she brought her coffee up to her lips. She turned towards him to look him in the eye. “I just don’t exchange pleasantries with men who cowardly avoid my friend.”
Derek let out a frustrated sigh as he suddenly understood why she was being so standoffish. “I’m not avoiding her, Dr. Stevens.”
“That’s not what I heard.”
“I just can’t be around her,” Derek lamented carefully. “I’ve made my decision, I know I’ve hurt her, and I’m sorry for that.”
“Well, you wanna know something? I’d say that’s pretty lousy. You’re sorry? Where was your sympathy when you were screwing her behind your wife’s back?”
“I made a mistake.” Derek countered, trying to defend himself from her cutthroat allegations. “I know that.”
“So what’s Meredith supposed to do? She got one hell of the short end of the stick.” Izzie stated harshly.
“I’m sorry I hurt your friend.” Derek said sincerely. He was sorry, he was sorry that this mess of a life that he called himself living, was holistically all his fault.
“Not as sorry as she is.” Izzie assured him.
“I’m a selfish man, I know that. I love my wife.”
“But does she love you? I hear she’s already moved on.” Izzie countered bitterly.
“Addison will never move on from me. We were married for eleven years. She followed me to this hospital because she wanted to try and make things work.”
“Maybe she’s tired of trying.” Izzie suggested.
“And maybe she’s not.” Derek replied sternly. “Either way, it’s none of your business. I understand you feel compelled to protect your friend but Meredith and I are no longer involved and anything you have to say regarding my wife is completely unnecessary. Have a good day, Dr. Stevens.” He finished as he quickly turned on his heels and walked away, leaving Izzie thoroughly convinced she had been right about the course of her day.
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Mark Sloan rounded the corner in search of his intern. He spotted her intently writing in a chart. He approached her still form, her head was dipped from her assessment of the chart, her blond hair fell over her shoulders.
“I need these run through the lab.” Mark said casually as he stopped once he had reached her side.
“Yeah, good luck with that.” Izzie stated nonchalantly as she didn’t even look up from the chart. Mark felt almost immediately put off by her tone, and how she seemed to be brushing him off. Something must have been bothering her.
“You know, you’re usually good for some attitude but I never took you for being the openly defiant type.”
“Yeah, well maybe you don’t know me that well.”
“What’s the matter?” Mark asked suddenly.
“Nothing.” Izzie replied quickly. Still working intently on the chart in her hand.
“I don’t believe you.” Mark said simply. “What’s the matter?”
“You know what, I just don’t get it.” Izzie sighed in frustration as she quickly closed the chart and hastily clicked her pen and stuck it in the pocket of her coat.
“You don’t get what?” Mark questioned, he could see the frustration and irritation all over her face and even in her body language.
“What is it about her?” Izzie asked as she carelessly ran her hand through her blond hair, the gloomy dejection in her voice was hard to miss. Mark suddenly realized what had her so upset.
“About Addison?” He asked.
“I just…it’s like all the men in this hospital just fall all over themselves when it comes to her, and I thought Meredith was bad, she doesn’t have anything on Addison Montgomery.”
Mark chuckled at Izzie’s obvious aversion. “Please don’t tell me your jealous,” Mark sighed, as he took the chart from her. “Jealousy doesn’t look good on you.”
“I am not jealous. I just don’t get it. This little plan of ours better work because if I have to hear one more person pine over her, I am going to scream.”
“Well, first off, please don’t forget the fact that this little plan of ours was originally your idea…”
“Which you didn’t object to.”
“Secondly, it seems utterly preposterous to me that your insecurities are coming to a head because of Addison.”
“What?” Izzie asked seemingly stunned. “I’m not insecure because of Addison.”
“Sure you’re not.”
“I’m not.”
“Sure.”
“Alright, let’s get something straight,” Izzie started seriously, completely petrified at the direction their conversation was going. “I’m your intern and you’re my attending, other than this little ‘agreement’ we have going on, that’s it. You don’t know me well enough to dissect my emotional complexities.”
“I have this thing about beautiful women having ridiculously absurd insecurities; it makes me a little nauseous.” Mark said seriously, “Don’t feel sorry for yourself, you have no reason to.” Izzie stood stunned, trying to formulate some sort of response to what he had just said.
Did he just call me beautiful? She thought to herself, strangely intrigued by that fact.
“Anyways, these labs, ” Mark said evenly, changing the subject, as he handed them to her. “Need to be ran right away. Mr. Ramos’s skin irregularities concern me. Come find me when they’re done.” He finished as he turned to walk away from her. Izzie stood perplexed as she watched his retreating form.