I'm awful with keeping a consistency. I'm sorry. :( That being said, here's another chapter. I read this twice, but I might have missed some grammar mistakes, so I apologize for that as well.
It's long though, so I hope you enjoy it. :) Oh, and let me know what you would like to see in the future for these characters. I'm writing this for you guys after all.
It's funny ... I really can't stand Izzie anymore, and Addison isn't even on Grey's, but I'm STILL writing this story. Haha Anyways, on with the show.
Chapter Twelve
"Again? You slept over there again? And you won't even tell us where there is?" George yelled from the kitchen as soon as he saw Izzie's shadow pass the doorway.
"I don't want to talk about it." Izzie replied in a tired voice as she started up the stairs and made her way into her room. She knew that she'd get a million questions when she finally decided to come home. Normally she'd just brush them off, this time however she didn't even want to be asked in the first place. After closing her door, Izzie slid down to the floor and wondered when things had gotten so complicated. And she didn't just mean with Addison, but with her life in general.
From downstairs, Meredith looked up to where Izzie had gone. "You know, you should really stop pushing her." She said to George. "She'll tell you when she's ready." Meredith reasoned, although she knew she had no right to say that because she already knew. And because she knew, she was a little more than curious as to what happened between the two. Maybe Izzie would tell her later.
George looked at Meredith and wasn't at all convinced. "You know, I really don't like sunny and cheery Meredith. What happened to dark and twisty Meredith? At least she told the truth."
Meredith's face fell. "Funny." She quickly grabbed her purse and gave a quick glance upstairs. "C'mon we have to get to work. I'll guess we'll just meet Izzie there."
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"Yang, Burke. Karev and O'Malley, Shepherd. Stevens, Montomery. And Grey, Sloane." Bailey ordered from the front of the locker room.
"Can I switch to Sloane?" Izzie asked with desperation after she put on her white coat. She'd much rather be watching Sloane, than watching an angry Addison.
Alex snorted while Christina whispered, "Uh huh, knew it." George merely pretended that he wasn't listening. He really hoped that it wasn't Sloane she was sleeping with.
Bailey raised an eyebrow. "I know you did not just ask me to switch, Stevens."
"I don't mind." Meredith voiced but then regretted it when Bailey sent a look her way.
Bailey sighed. "Alright, since Grey doesn't mind, Stevens you'll be with Sloane today watching not doing, and Grey, you can report to Addison. But just to remind you, I make the assignments, and I'll continue to make the assignments until you're no longer my Intern. You hear me?"
Izzie swallowed and nodded. "Loud and clear."
Bailey nodded. "Good, now report to your Attending." She said before leaving the locker room.
Most of them filed out after her, but Meredith decided to lag behind with Izzie. "You mind telling me why I just embarrassed myself in front of Bailey for you? Not that I don't do that on my own, it's just, why the switch?"
"I just … I would rather be learning with Sloane today." She replied with a shrug as she avoided eye contact with Meredith.
"By learning, you mean learning what he likes in his coffee?" Meredith laughed. "What's up Iz?"
Izzie stopped suddenly, causing Meredith to almost slam into her. "Look, I'll tell you later, okay? Just… not right now because I don't think I can handle right now." Izzie begged. She had been having weird thoughts about Addison the entire morning. Thoughts about mornings filled with sex-filled nights, long conversations about nothing in particular, and mornings with breakfast and cuddling; and a certain red head had been the focus of those thoughts.
Meredith could hear the desperation in Izzie's voice, which only had her further wondering what the hell had happened. "Yeah, sure." She replied.
"Thanks." Izzie breathed out. Meredith was full of surprises sometimes. "Oh, and thanks for switching with me."
"No problem. Now get to Sloane. If there's one thing I know, it's that he likes his coffee right away." Meredith joked.
"Yeah, you're right." Izzie replied with a chuckle as she turned around, almost crashing into Addison herself.
"Iz- Stevens." Addison corrected. "Are you my intern?" She greeted with a hopeful smile, one that Meredith was able to catch. Meredith once again wondered what had them acting so strange with each other. She had a small feeling as to what it could be, but wanted to hear the reason from Izzie herself.
"No, I got switched with Meredith. I'm with Sloane today." Izzie replied, and as soon as she had said it, the hopeful smile from Addison's face was erased and replaced with pursed lips. Addison nodded. Meredith could have sworn that Addison looked even a little sad. Whatever had happened, Meredith was sure that it was Izzie's fault.
"Oh, well you better get going then. His coffee is getting colder by the second." Addison said suddenly, with no emotion whatsoever. She missed being able to talk to Izzie with ease, but if the blonde wanted to suddenly become distant, then Addison wasn't one to back down from a challenge. "Grey, you ready?" Addison asked, as she turned to Meredith and urged herself to ignore Izzie's presence. That was an accomplishment in itself. She hated how addicted she had become to Izzie.
Meredith had almost thought they had forgotten she was even there. She was sure that a tumbleweed passed by them when the two were at their standoff. "Uh, yeah." She replied meekly and started to follow Addison as she walked away. Meredith looked at Izzie quizzically as she passed her.
Izzie sighed. Today is going to be a long day.
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Meredith had gotten assigned to a pregnant woman who had fallen down the stairs. Her arm had broken and she needed some extensive stitches above her eyebrow. So naturally, Callie, Sloane, and his intern which so happened to be Izzie were in the room which also occupied Addison and Meredith. Needless to say, the sexual tension and tension-tension was rolling in waves around that room.
The patient was out as Sloane stitched her up. Izzie watched Sloane work intently, trying to forget that Addison was a few feet from her and glancing at her every now and again above those sexy glasses.
Addison was looking over the patient's chart as Meredith was monitoring the baby's heartbeat on the fetal monitor; although Meredith found herself glancing between the blonde and the red head. She oddly felt herself rooting for the two, and hoped they would work out whatever it was that was going on. And what's more, she even felt a little bad for Addison. She was growing to kind of like the redhead as a person. Old-Meredith would have told herself to bite her own tongue.
"You seem less than chipper today. Bad sex, or no sex?" Callie whispered to Addison as she passed her friend. The entire room had heard however.
Addison peered at Izzie quickly above her glasses and cleared her throat. "I'd rather not talk about that right now, thank you." She replied flatly.
Callie looked around, almost like she had forgotten who was in the room. She sent a look Sloane's way, thinking that Addison had been glancing at Sloane. "Right, sorry." Callie winced, and then went back to feeling the broken bones in the patient.
"Don't be shy Addison. Do tell, bad sex or no sex?" Sloane asked with a smug grin as he looked up at Addison. "Cause I'd be more than happy to help with both problems."
Izzie rolled her eyes. Sloane was too predictable. She hated the way he treated Addison, and how he was able to make her vulnerable. Although, at the moment, it was she who made Addison feel this way.
Addison quickly took her glasses off and glared back at Mark. "Not that it's any of your business, but it was incredible sex, and that's it. That's… it." She whispered the last part as she sent a quick glance Izzie's way. No one had caught the look but Izzie and Meredith.
Izzie's gaze fell to the floor, almost as if in shame. Meredith finally understood what was going on, or at least she was pretty darn sure. Oh yeah, her and Izzie were in for one hell of a talk later.
"Not interrupting anything, am I?" Derek asked with a grin as he entered the room. He had probably caught what Addison had said.
"Now it's a party." Sloane commented with another smug smile causing Addison to sigh, along with the other occupants in the room, excluding the unconscious pregnant woman.
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"Well that was fun today huh?" Meredith asked from next to Izzie at the bar. Izzie downed another shot and said, "Yeah, real fun."
Cristina, George and Karev were too busy playing darts to pay attention to what Izzie and Meredith were talking about.
"Why don't you just talk to her about it?" Meredith asked softly. "I mean I haven't seen you this happy, or should I say that happy since … well in a while." She finished awkwardly. She knew it was big no-no to bring up Denny.
Izzie rubbed her head. It was hard working so closely with Addison today, but not being able to joke with her, or even talk to her for that matter. They had only been joking with each other for a short span of time, but Izzie had grown to love it. "It's complicated." She muttered.
"Why? Because she's Addison, and a she, or because she might want something more?" Meredith asked bluntly. As strange as it was to be talking about her boyfriend's ex-wife, it wasn't strange at all; not even the fact that said ex-wife was currently sleeping with her roommate who was very much a woman herself. Seattle Grace was definitely one big Soap Opera.
"Both?" Izzie replied. "Although I'm not even sure she wants something more. And when the hell did I start wanting something more?" Izzie wondered aloud. Yesterday she was perfectly fine with the 'just sex' part of their … whatever. Now… her head was filled with images of waking up next to Addison and eating French toast every morning and being able to lick the powdered sugar off of her lips if she needed. It was all kind of screwed up.
Meredith shrugged. "You guys look good together. Or at least, I can imagine you guys looking good together. And that really didn't come out how I wanted it to." She really didn't know how to answer Izzie. The question was when did Izzie start to want more?
"Stop picturing us together you perv, or I'm telling Derek." Izzie joked, although she knew Meredith was right, they did look good together. And she was perfectly fine with the ego she developed thinking so.
Meredith laughed. "I can see that going over real well."
Izzie's smile dropped as she nodded. "Yeah…" There it was again. That sinking feeling she got in her stomach whenever she thought about a future with the two of them. Going out, having everyone knowing that they're going out. That damn hospital was like a High School, all judgmental and gossipy.
Meredith noticed Izzie sudden sullen mood. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean… C'mon, stop caring about what everyone else would think. What do you think?"
Izzie sighed, looking over at Meredith. "George is right, bright and cheery Meredith suuucks."
"So you're talking to George now huh?" Meredith asked with a grin.
"Sort of. It's easier talking about you guys than it is about us. So that's what we do, we dish on your sordid love lives and not our own." Izzie had talked to George earlier that day on the elevator. The entire conversation lasted about a minute. It was small, but it was a start.
"So you have a love life now huh?" Meredith replied cheekily as she nudged Izzie.
"Shut up." Izzie said as she shook her head causing Meredith to laugh, although Izzie herself had a small smile on her lips. Because of their shared secret, Izzie was starting to realize that Meredith was a better friend than she could have imagined. She felt lucky to have the brunette in her life.
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"They're awfully close all of a sudden." George commented as he watched Meredith and Izzie laughing together. He knew that he sounded entirely jealous. And he was. Meredith knew something about Izzie that he didn't. He was supposed to be Izzie's best friend, not the brunette.
"Maybe it's Meredith she's doing." Alex replied off-handedly with a smirk as he threw another dart.
Cristina laughed. "Riiight. I can see Meredith doing the nasty with a girl more than I can Izzie. The girl is the epitome of straight."
Alex raised a suggestive brow. "You should step inside my head then." He replied like the pig he was.
Cristina scoffed as she pushed Alex out of her way to throw her dart. "I'd rather not. I'd probably get some kind of incurable disease or something."
George however kept his eyes honed in on Meredith and Izzie. Sooner or later, he'd get to the bottom of this and fix their friendship.
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Later that night, Izzie found herself lying in bed staring at the number on her cell phone. She kept on wondering whether or not she should press the call button. She had gone the entire rest of the day without touching or even talking to Addison, and all she wanted to do was be next to her. God, I really am deep in it, Izzie thought. And she knew that sooner or later, they'd have to talk and fix whatever it was that they had in the first place.