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26 January 2007 @ 02:11 pm
SGH Basement  
Izzie jots down a few notes on a patient's chart and flips it closed to move on to another chart. She sighs and reads through the chart noting the symptoms and adding her own notes in the appropriate boxes. She's bored and tired, and her leg is getting numb from sitting on it. She shifts gently and slips her leg out from under her, feeling the blood rushing back into it causing a severe attack of pins-and-needles.

"Shit!" she swears under her breath and massages her leg.

Down the hallway an intern's pager goes off and he breaks into a sprint in her direction. He whizzes by her and runs up the stairwell to save his patient.

Probably 911, she thinks and wishes one of her patients actually needed something surgical instead of hundreds of labs and bed rest. God, I need a surgery... she complains to herself.

Just then her stomach begins to growl and she jumps off the stretcher to peruse the vending machine. "Hmm, what looks good: chips or chocolate?" she asks herself out loud. "Or both?"
 
 
 
alexkare_v on January 27th, 2007 12:21 am (UTC)
He's sees her with her hands propped on the machine staring down its options before he gets close enough to hear her verbally considering her choices. He's sets his own pile of files next to hers on the cluttered gurney before walking up behind her.

"Both. Always go with both."

He leans against the machine next to hers, stretching his arms above his head and then crossing them in front of his chest. Honestly his arms ache a little because Alex has been hauling the files around for awhile, scoping out a place to finish them and honestly- Izzie is hard to track down.
Izzie Stevensizzzie_stevens on January 27th, 2007 04:46 pm (UTC)
"Hey!" she smiles brightly at him and inserts a handful of quarters into the machine. "Both it is," she mumbles and pushes the buttons, watching her oh-so-healthy lunch drop down. She grabs the bag of chips and starts opening her Aero bar.

"How's it going?"

Her eyes scan his face and sees the tell-tale signs of fatigue, nothing she hasn't seen before, but surprisingly she's not in that camp. She guesses that that's one of the perks of not having any surgeries; sleep is actually an option.
alexkare_v on January 27th, 2007 07:17 pm (UTC)
She pulls out her food as he stuffs his own hand into his coat pocket to produce a few crumpled bills and his own breakfast bar something wrapper before shrugging slightly and tossing the trash in a near-by bin. "It's going." He inserts his own bill watching as the machine releases his Oreo pack before bending down to grab it, straightening back up again.

"She Shepherd didn't have anything and Bailey decided to put me on labs while I 'wait it out.' Apparently 'waiting it out' is a skill surgeons need." He shrugs at her then before flashing her a half grin and tearing into his lunch.

"I thought pulling the extra shift might give me an edge on getting assigned to Sloan." Alex tilts his head at her then to indicate obviously this strategy isn't working out to hot.

"What about you? They letting you do anything?" He moves to follow her back to the stretcher where he sits himself down before tilting his pack of Oreos in her direction.
Izzie Stevens: izzie and alex are amusedizzzie_stevens on January 27th, 2007 07:28 pm (UTC)
Izzie looks at him pointedly and rolls her eyes. "Nope. I'm still a 'concern to the hospital'." She grabs one of his Oreos and offers him some chips. "I put the damn cheque in the bank, so I don't see how I'm not ready."

She munches on her chips and sighs. "It's just so ridiculous. George's dad dies, and yet he's allowed back in the OR after a week. It's just not fair."

Izzie breaks off a piece of her Aero bar and places it on her tongue letting the chocolate melt and the bubbles pop in her mouth. "I can't believe you're still trying to get in with Sloan," she comments with a full mouth and her words come out slurred. "I don't see why you take so much shit from him and you never get anything in return."
alexkare_v on January 27th, 2007 07:50 pm (UTC)
He takes a few of her chips, eating them as she talks. He's about to point out the fact that George was never assigned to his dad's case therefore never related in any way to the cutting of any wires but decides against it. Instead he nods along.

"Maybe we should run someone down in the parking lot- then we could at least perform some on the scene surgery. Maybe that'll get you back in?" He looks over at her knowing she'll laugh, making sure he catches it.

He leans his head back against the wall, slouching against it. "Ah- I don't know." In response to her Sloan question. "I mean the guys tough, an ass, but tough. I don't know. I always thought I wanted to do plastics never really considered anything else. You? Thought about a specialty?"

He surprises himself as how easily the question comes out of his mouth. Asking a surgeon what field they want to go into is one of the things people tend to steer away from. Competition. It can be a bitch.
Izzie Stevens: laughing scrubsizzzie_stevens on January 27th, 2007 08:01 pm (UTC)
She laughs and consideres the silly scenario. Bailey would crucify her and the Chief would give her that stern, disappointed-father look. She sobers up quickly and twists the Oreo open, licking at the filling.

"I dunno," she admits. "At this rate I'm never going to excel at anything if I'm out of the oR for so long. I might as well just go be a GP and treat foot fungi and prescribe coughing meds."

"But seriously, Alex," she continues. "If I've learned anything this past year, it's that whatever you first expected hardly ever comes true, and things can surprise you when you least expect it. Maybe you should give up on plastics for a while. Mark Sloan is too much of an ass to let you in on anything if he thinks he can keep you around as his puppy dog instead."
alexkare_v on January 27th, 2007 08:27 pm (UTC)
"Yeah. Good point." He crumples his bag of Oreos and tosses it in the direction of the bin, missing by a lot. "Remind me to pick that up," he mumbles between the last few bites of his last cookie.

Alex reaches over her to his pile of charts on her other side. "But you're glad to be back, right? It's better then baking in some pastry parlor right? Or whatever it was you had planned before you got the millions."

He picks up his first chart. Carla Ridder, Hyperemesis gravidarum, 8 months pregnant. He flashes it over to Izzie, rolling his eyes. "Frequent and severe vomiting. Causes depletion of body fluids, dehydration." He repeats it like one of their text books would have. "That's about as far from surgical as you can get." He lets out a shallow laugh before pulling at the woman's lab results, verifying that there aren't any other complications and that she's on an IV.

"So ah." He keeps jolting down notes, recording, signing, trying to sound as nonchalant as Alex can. "Do you have the night off?"
Izzie Stevens: izzie and alex are amusedizzzie_stevens on January 27th, 2007 09:01 pm (UTC)
Izzie pouts dramatically at his chart and shuffles through her stack. She pulls out one marked, 'Gary Gonzalez' and flips it open to show Alex.

"The only thing worse than having a non-surgical case, is having a surgical case and not being allowed in the OR. I do all the tests, the research, the preps, but I can't actually scrub in. I believe Cristina is scrubbing it on MY surgery as we speak."

She slips the last square of chocolate into her mouth and looks up at Alex. "Umm, I might be off by 7 if the surgery goes well. I think Cristina offered to do any post-op related activities for me, since she's probably still avoiding Burke."
alexkare_v on January 27th, 2007 11:49 pm (UTC)
"After we could grab dinner or something. If you want." It all comes out a little rushed like he's been holding it in, which is closer to the truth then not so he goes with it. "Or not. I mean if you have plans then- you probably have plans." He drops his head slightly before turning to the side and looking up at her, half laughing at himself.

"Iz. Can I take you to dinner tonight?"

Maybe it's too soon. Maybe not. All he knows is that he'd like to spend some time with her and however she'll give it to him, he'll take it. So. He puts himself out there.
Izzie Stevens: close up scrubsizzzie_stevens on January 28th, 2007 06:03 pm (UTC)
Izzie is about to put another chip in her mouth and misses when she hears Alex's question.

"What?" She can feel her heart beginning to pound harder in her chest and she idly wonders if maybe she should have Dr. Burke check her out for any heart palpitations.

She looks away, trying to process what is going on. Is he asking me out? Maybe he's just being friendly and I'm over thinking it. I'm not ready to date. A date with Alex? No, I already told him I'm not ready. Omg, this is crazy.

She can feel Alex's gaze on her and she shifts to the side to look at him. "I'm... not busy. Uh, dinner is okay," she manages lamely.

Suddenly something in her snaps and she begins to remember how he used to be an asshole. "Wait, is this a joke?! Is this a pity invite?"
alexkare_v on January 29th, 2007 06:36 am (UTC)
The chip literally grazes her cheek leaving her mouth- open, foodless and gaping at him. Wrong move. Clearly the wrong move. And if it hadn't been for Addison and all her moping around the hospital over her spilt milk, Alex never would have realized how stupid it was to not at least put yourself on the line when you wanted something so badly. But no, that wasn't stupid. This, this was stupid. Asking girls out who already told you they weren't ready.

Alex is about to open his mouth, apologize, something, anything. Get the heck out of there when she looks up and asks if he's joking. He snorts at her then before shaking his head once, twice. "No." Alex feels the heat creeping up his neck and he figures he better learn to keep his mouth shut. "Not really a joke."

"Okay. Well that was a little clear on your part. I'm going to go." He stands up off the gurney, gathering the charts in hand.
Izzie Stevens: pretty blue scrubsizzzie_stevens on January 29th, 2007 05:54 pm (UTC)
She blinks once, twice and suddenly Alex is scooping his charts up under one arm and beginning to walk away.

Instinctively Izzie thrusts out her hand, and grabs his free arm to pull him back. "Hey, wait," she says in a soft tone.

She forces him to walk back towards her and when she feels he's going to stay put she looks up at him and lets out a little sigh. What would her psychiatrist say about this? She shakes her head and tries to forget about her annoying psychiatrist that won't clear her for surgery and focuses back on Alex.

"Look, clearly I'm still a little neurotic," she begins and elicits an amused snort from him. "But if you can get past that and the fact that still I'm trying to find my footing, then yes. I'd love to have dinner with you tonight."
alexkare_v on January 30th, 2007 12:10 am (UTC)
He crosses his arms in front of his chest looking at her as she sincerely says what she needs to say. "Is that a pity acceptance?" He mocks her own tone then earning a slight slap on the shoulder from her before laughing back.

"I can get past the neuroses. But I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to." He throws his hands up in mock caution gaining back hopefully a small portion of his ego. "As a friend, I'm just looking out."
Izzie Stevens: pretty blue scrubsizzzie_stevens on January 30th, 2007 04:21 am (UTC)
"No, it's not a pity acceptance!" She smacks him on the shoulder lightly and laughs at him.

"Okay, dinner with a friend," she repeats, more to herself that to him. It feels oddly comfortable to say that.

She holds his gaze for a little too long as she thinks of something to say. "So where are you taking me? As a friend, I need to know." She adds quickly, "so I know what to wear. There's nothing worse that being overdressed in a low-key venue. Or severely underdressed for something nicer."

Just then her pager starts beeping at her hip and she bends to read the screen. She rolls her eyes and ignores the page, looking back up at Alex.
alexkare_v on January 30th, 2007 05:35 am (UTC)
He gives her a satisfied smile when she ignores the page, hoping she's putting someone in their place for whatever silly request or service they're most likely forcing her to do. "Well you said seven. You wanna just go straight from here? Low-key?"

Alex considers giving her the option of choosing the specific place but figures that sounds too much like something. "I'd take you somewhere nicer but you'd probably end up falling for me." He gives her a knowing nod only to break out in a large grin. Just then his own pager echos hers and unfortunately Montgomery isn't someone he can ignore.

He snatches if off his hip. "Better get this." He rolls his eyes, holding up his pathetic chart. Alex starts to head down the hall a bit, backing up so he's still facing her. "Seven o'clock Stevens?"
Izzie Stevens: laughing scrubsizzzie_stevens on February 3rd, 2007 10:12 pm (UTC)
"Yeah, I'll meet you in the locker room," she says then shoots him a sideways glance. "Don't worry, I won't be falling for anyone any time soon!"

She watches him check his pager and knows it must be something important. Izzie smiles and nods as he begins to walk away.

"See you at seven!"

She watches him disappear down the hallway before turning back to her charts. Katie McPherson, age 32, mild chest pains and abdominal cramps, she reads to herself. If she's lucky, this case could be something more serious than indigestion and heart burn. Maybe she'll get some action before seven o'clock.

--FIN