Well, I'm finally updating this story! Thanks to everyone who have waited around for it I'm really sorry but I just couldn't get back into it and I have been so busy with school, it's literally sucking the life out of me. I promise I will update whenever I can because I have some good ideas for this story and I like writing it. Here you go…

Izzie had made sure that she was busy all day so as to avoid having to visit her father. But now her eighty hour limit was up and she didn't have an excuse anymore. She knew she could just go home and pretend he didn't exist but she didn't have the heart and she'd been doing that for sixteen years already. Now that he was here in the flesh she felt an obligation. He had been a terrible father but he was vulnerable at the moment, just like her. She entered his room not looking at him but heading straight for the chart on the end of his bed, immersing herself in it. She felt sick as she read over it. She looked up at her dad. "It says here that this is your third heart attack."

"Yeah. It's no big deal though. I got through the last two fine." He shrugged.

"That is one of the most stupid things I have ever heard."

"I'm strong." He smiled before breaking into fits of coughing. Izzie quickly grabbed the jug of water and a glass by his bedside table, poured him a glass, and fed it to him to quell the coughing.

"Settle down. Okay, take little sips." She reassured him.

"Thanks Cricket."

"So," she sat down next to him, "you visited mum huh? How is she?"

"She doesn't exactly want much to do with me."

"Really?" Izzie said sarcastically.

"I'm so sorry Cricket. I was a…I was a terrible dad." He swallowed back tears threatening to escape.

"Dr Burke will be in to see you soon." Izzie said dismissing his statement.


The rain came down Meredith's retreating figure as she rushed to her car. "Meredith, will you just talk to me already?" Derek called after her. She kept on walking pretending she didn't hear him. "At least let me explain." She whirled around whipping his face with her wet hair.

"I don't want to hear it. No matter what you say, I don't care." She spat.


"No! Just leave me alone." She pleaded.

"Meredith, you know I never wanted to hurt you."

"Your track record isn't all that good, Derek." She spat before turning back in the direction of her jeep.

"Please Meredith. I love you, so much." She froze letting the rain soak through her clothes.

"What?" she asked, still not facing him.

"I love you." His voice was strong and unwavering.


Izzie watched as her friend and the man who had protected her from her past the other night fought in the parking lot outside Seattle Grace. She sighed as she watched Meredith run up to Derek and put her arms around him, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. She suddenly realised she was jealous. Jealous of Meredith Grey. She had never had a boyfriend who wanted her for who she was. All they saw was the busty blonde model. They saw what they wanted to see.

"Hey Iz. What you doing?" George asked stopping behind her.

"Oh nothing. Ready to go home?" she asked turning to him.

"Yeah, you?"

"Yeah." She smiled. George could see that the smile didn't reach her eyes. he wasn't as stupid as everyone thought he was.

"Uh, Alex was looking for you earlier."

"Really?" she perked up at this. "What'd he say?"

"Nothing, nothing. He was, uh, just looking."

"Okay." This time the smile did reach her eyes and George didn't know wether to feel good or horrible that he just lied to his best friend.


George, Izzie and Meredith all carpooled together to work the next morning, George being the only one initiating conversation. They entered the locker room silently, changed into their scrubs and waited for Bailey to arrive to assign them to their cases.

"Hey Alex." Izzie beamed.

"What?" he grunted.

"So, apparently you wanted to see me last night."


"What?" she asked her smile faltering.

"No, I didn't want to see you last night."

"Oh, George said you were looking for me."

"Well Bambi was lying."

"George?" she turned to him.

"What makes you think I would even want to look at you." He slammed his locker shut and headed to the toilets.

"Alex!" Meredith yelled. "Don't worry Iz," she said turning to the blonde, "he's probably tired. He was on call last night." Izzie didn't listen to Meredith but rounded on George instead.

"God, you can be such an idiot sometimes George! What makes you think you can just toy with people's emotions like that!" she too slammed her locker and stormed out of the room.