Pairings: mainly McStizzie and others.

Summary: What happens when two enemies find a common bond with a household furnishing?

Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own Grey's Anatomy 'cuz it sure wouldn't be like this if I did.

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Every Good Story Starts In A Chair Store

Izzie Stevens walked into the LAZBOY store with four cups of coffee at hand looking forward to her afternoon relaxation. As she walked up to the cashiers counter she noticed the girls at the table looked a little cross. " What's Up?" she asked. As they each took their coffee from her they took a little while to answer. "Girls?" she questioned.

"Somebody is in your chair." Replied the girl avoiding Izzie's gaze.

"Oh, really girls that's no big," Izzie stated non-chalantly though she was kind of worried because she really wanted her chair because so far her day was not going so well. "You guys don't need to worry." She said as she slowly walked over to her already occupied chair wondering how she was going to get the mysterious chair occupier to move.

When she arrived she was about to speak when a voice startled her. "You know staring is rude."

"Holy Crap! Sloan what are you doing here?" Mark opened his eyes and his signature McSteamy smirk crossed his face.

"Well, if you must know Stevens I have had a long day and I wanted to relax."

" Can you please relax elsewhere," she stated flatly.

"Is that anyway to talk to an attending?"

" Oh shove it! I've had a long day so move," snapped Izzie.

" Fine, but this isn't over," he huffed, and with that Sloan meerly sat next to her and stared.

"Now who's being rude?¼ Sorry, I've had a really bad day."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"No, not really," she grimaced.

"Fine, hey Stevens, I know this is kinda weirdd coming from me but I was wondering if you wanted maybe to be fr-fr-friends."

"Why?" She opened her eyes and scrutinized him.

"Because I don't really have any friends and you seem like one of those people who won't take my crap and I like that in a friend like person."

"Fine, but we have to have rules," she stated.

"Rules? Really, what gives you the impression that I need rules," he smirked.

" I won't go into that. But here is rule number 1. No hitting on me, number 2. No judging based on either of our pasts, number 3. No sexual comments at all!"

"Fine." he huffed, "But there is one rule that I have."

"What is that?"

" No talking about work outside of the hospital and no talking about friend stuff within the hospital either. Deal?" asked Sloan.

"Deal!" And with that they shook hands and went back to listening to the mix of jazz music playing within the LAZBOY store.

N/A: This is my first chapter so I hope you'll review. ;)