These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Let them wash away
These these precious things
Let them bleed now
Let them wash away
These these precious things
Let them break their hold over me
Peppermint ice cream.
Izzie Stevens's lips tasted like peppermint ice cream as Mark Sloan slipped his tongue between them to slide the soft muscle against hers.
He had heard her crying in the on call room and was about to continue on his way, but something in her sobs broke him and he opened the door and looked at her crumpled body lying against wrinkled sheets. Tragic. It was the first word that came to his mind when he saw her lying before him. She looked as if she belonged in a Shakespeare play, a Juliet, an Ophelia, broken and worn away.
He wasn't sure what to say to her, his eyes shifted to his sneakers, his eyebrows raised. She didn't even notice him; she was struggling to breathe as she drowned in the ocean of her tears.
"Ste-" He paused, it seemed so uncompassionate to soothe her with her last name. "Izzie," he said softly.
She took a long, deep breath before her eyes shifted upwards and she stared through him.
"Are you...alright?" he asked.
She sat up, her cheeks crimson flushed as she wiped away her tears; she gave a meek smile before stating, "Never better."
He stepped forward, closing the door behind him and sitting next to her on the bed, "You're not so good at this lying thing," he said with a grin.
Izzie's eyes shifted to her fingers as she brought her hands together and interlaced them in her lap.
"Maybe I just don't want to talk about it," she finally muttered.
Somewhere between the awkward silence and the faint desire to just get up and walk out of the room, her lips touched his. There was a faint voice in the back of his mind that begged him to pull away and his more dominant thoughts batted the tiny voice away like some sort of gnat, annoying and buzzing.
He didn't stop himself when his hands rested on her thighs, and he most certainly didn't stop himself when his tongue explored her mouth.
Izzie pulled away and nervously shifted. "I'm so sorry," she gasped, shaking her head.
"Seems like it's what I'm good for," Mark shrugged.
Izzie turned her head to look at him, her eyes questioning his reply.
"Eh, I'm just the guy everyone turns to when they get all broken hearted and need a void filled. I get it, its fine."
Izzie picked up on the bitter tone in Mark's voice and she bit her lip in thought. "Are you alright?" she finally asked.
"Hey, I asked first," Mark stated.
Izzie sighed, "I slept with George. I slept with George and he picked his wife over me."
"They always do, they always pick the spouse over the dirty mistress. And O'Malley? Wow...You're out of his league. How did he manage to score there?"
"Okay look, we can...do the talking thing...but not the flirting thing. I'm not going to let you in my pants no matter how many times you look at me that way."
"You kissed me," Mark pointed out.
"It was...just an impulse and it was a stupid one, seriously," Izzie sighed.
"I'm a stupid impulse? Thanks," Mark quipped whilst raising an eyebrow.
"Okay, you're annoying. I can deal with my emotional trauma on my own; I don't need you harassing me."
"Women," Mark groaned, leaning back into the wall behind the bed and folding his arms over his chest. He counted down the seconds in his head. Ten...nine...eight...seven...six...
"I was always there for him! Even when I didn't have to be...and then he got married to fill some emotional void and...ugh. I tried...I really tried to deal with his...wife and she is just a bitter bitch..."
"Albeit a bitch who's good in bed..."
Izzie glared at Mark through her puffy eyes and continued. "He said so many amazing things to me that night and...I seriously fell for him and now, look at me, I'm crying in an on call room confiding in Mark Sloan of all people..."
"I AM sitting next to you," he stated.
"You know...I put it all on the line. I told him how I felt and then she comes up to me waving the 'good news' in my face, oh we're trying to have a baby...we tried today actually..." Izzie growled in a mocking tone. She took a deep breath and then turned to Mark. "What's wrong with you?" she asked.
"I'm not depleting my testosterone levels by talking to a chick about my personal issues. I have no need to sign on to the estrogen brigade," Mark said.
"Whatever," Izzie sighed, copying Mark's body language by folding her arms over her chest.
"I caught Addison with Alex Karev," Mark blurted out.
"What?" Izzie gasped. Mark shot her a glare and she frowned, "I'm so sorry," she said softly.
"I gave her no reason to do it. I was committed to the cause and she pulls this? I abstained from sex for her," Mark groaned.
"You abstained from sex? Wow, I'm impressed," Izzie stated, her eyes wide and brows raised.
"I try and do the right thing and I get screwed over. I can't win. I'm forever going to be that asshole that ruined his best friend's marriage, the dirty mistress..." He paused, noticing the familiar expression on Izzie's face, "and you actually understand where I'm coming from, don't you?"
Izzie sighed, "Yes, unfortunately."
The sat in silence, both deep in thought for a few moments.
"I just wish I could start over, you know? I would change so many things..." Izzie sighed as she picked at her nails.
"Starting over isn't an option," Mark stated. "We just need to change our dirty mistress ways."
"Agreed," Izzie nodded, pulling her knees to her chest.
"Reformed dirty mistresses," Mark said.
"Seriously," Izzie agreed.
"We can keep each other in check, you know? I'll be here for you should you decide to slump back in to the mistress routine..."
Izzie couldn't help but chuckle, "Support group? What about you? You're like...ruler of the dirty mistresses; maybe I should be the one keeping YOU in check."
"I don't need your support," Mark stated.
"Whatever. I don't need yours."
Mark took a deep breath and Izzie did the same.
"Fine," Izzie sighed.
"What?" Mark asked.
"We'll do our...reformed dirty mistress thing. Only because I need an unbiased person to vent to here."
"We need to do the alone thing, no seeing people..." Mark suggested.
"No alcohol, no sex..." Izzie added.
"Wait, are you trying to kill me?"
"Alcohol leads to sex, sex leads to me falling for my best friend, which makes me a dirty mistress and...Seriously, no alcohol, no sex."
Mark groaned and the back of his head hit the wall, "I went thirty two days for Addison."
"So, you can go thirty two more," Izzie urged.
"It was originally 60 days, before she broke it of course."
"Six weeks then," Izzie stated. "Let's do this for six weeks; it's our support group pact."
"Alright, if I make it to six weeks do I get celebratory sex?" Mark grinned. Izzie shoved him. "I was kidding," he stated.
"Sure you were," Izzie laughed. She turned and held out her hand. "Shake on it, shake on the reformed dirty mistress pact."
Mark gave a smirk and grasped her hand. "I still think you should leave me with something to look forward to."
"No," Izzie firmly stated, pulling her hand back.
"We'll see how you feel about that in six weeks," Mark laughed. Izzie rolled her eyes. "I need a latte," Mark added.
"Seriously?" Izzie growled, "Just because we have this...support system...it doesn't make me your serving wench. You have some ner-"
"Did I ask you to get me coffee?" Mark asked, raising an eyebrow.
Mark stood and held out his hand to Izzie, who shrugged and then accepted, placing her hand in his, he helped her to her feet and opened the door.
"Come on, I'll buy you a reformed dirty mistress appreciation latte."
"I can't even begin to imagine...I mean, Cristina is independent, and she's strong she will get through this but wow...he just left her there. She looked so amazing too, and so...human. She opened herself up and he just...left her there. Okay, I'm repetitive but, it's so shocking! All this time and emotion invested in the wedding and...just like that, it's over," Callie O'Malley sighed as she removed her shoes and sat on the bed, her hands shifting to remove her earrings.
George O'Malley leaned against the bathroom doorframe, nodding. He was lost within his own thoughts while struggling to pay attention to his wife.
"Why make the commitment if you can't follow through?" Callie asked, and George's eyes shifted upwards, watching her begin to let down her hair. "I would never expect Preston to do something like that. I'm sure everything he said makes perfect sense to him but...why then? Why go through all the trouble only to end it? I guess you really don't know people as well as you think you might."
"Yeah..." George managed to squeeze out.
Callie stood and gave George a soft smile, "I just makes me realize how lucky I am. I mean, yes, we have stupid arguments and there's the whole Izzie...thing ..or whatever...but in the end you always follow through, even if it takes you a while to get there..."
"Callie..." George sighed.
"Hm?" She grinned, her smile fading when she saw the solemn expression on his face. "What is it?" She asked, "what's wrong?"
George ran his fingers through his hair and took a deep breath, "Sit back down."
Callie looked at him curiously and sat down on the edge of the bed; George knelt before her and took her hands in his.
"George..." Callie urged.
"I need to be honest with you. I have to. I have to be honest to MYSELF..."
Callie's heart began to beat faster as her worst fears regarding her marriage began to cloud her thoughts.
"You've built up this image of me...this...this good husband...this husband you trust and...I...it's been a lie. You see me as much more than I really am and..."
"Just say it George!" Callie begged, tears starting to form in her eyes, her hands trembling against his.
George took a deep breath, trying to form the perfect words to expose his secret, but there was nothing he could say to candy coat it. "I slept with Izzie," he finally said, closing his eyes as the words slipped from his tongue.
Confusion fell over Callie's face and she moved back on the bed, pulling her hands from George's. "What do you mean you slept with Izzie...in the same bed or...?" She brought her fingers to her temple and her eyes shifted to stare out of the window at the night sky.
George nearly chocked on his words, "We...had sex."
Callie shook her head, her eyes shifting back to George, her anger rising, "What?"
"Callie, I'm so sorry...it was a mistake!"
Callie pushed George away from her legs, knocking him back on his rear and she stood, pacing the hotel room. "Why George...what did I do wrong? I don't understand...why Izzie?" she sobbed. George stood, trying to move closer to her but she backed away from him.
"Stay away from me," she growled.
"Callie! I...uhm...had too much to drink and one thing lead to another. It was a stupid, horrible mistake, the stupidest thing I've ever done...and uh...being drunk doesn't excuse it but I would have never done it sober...I...I love you!"
"Shut up!" Callie yelled. "I warned you! I told you that she had feelings for you, that there was something there and you ignored me and you kept choosing her over me! I kept telling myself no, Callie, you're just jumping to conclusions, no Callie, he really does love you...and then you...how could you sit there and tell me you want to have a baby with me when you slept with Izzie?! How could you want to raise a baby on LIES, George? I can't believe this...I can't believe you! I've been there for you from the beginning, I give my all to you and you just continue to short me, I give you your space and I could have been a total bitch and made you ultimately choose between us...I...Leave...just leave! I can't have you standing there looking at me like that!" Callie yelled, swinging open the hotel room door.
"No," Callie growled and George nodded his head. He couldn't argue it; she had every right to kick him out.
He grabbed his keys and started down the hall. Callie thought for a moment and then followed him out, grabbing him by the back of his dress shirt and pulling him back into the room. "You know what? No, because God knows you'll probably just end up sleeping with Izzie again."
"I would never," George sighed.
"Never? You did it once, George, you could do it again," Callie snapped. She pulled the thinnest sheet from the bed and stuffed it in George's arms.
"You can sleep in the bathroom," Callie stated. To Callie's surprise, he didn't argue. He accepted his punishment with a small nod. "Just...get away from me," Callie said through her tears, wiping them away with the back of her hand.
"I'll spend the rest of my life fixing this, Callie," George sighed.
"You can't..." Callie sighed.
"I can!" George exclaimed, "I can and I will, because I love you and...we can get through this," George nodded.
"Stop, okay? Just leave me alone!" Callie sobbed.
"I'll fix this..." George said to himself and Callie didn't acknowledge him, she just slipped into the bed, not bothering to change, pulling the comforter up around her and turning on her side. George nodded to himself and walked into the bathroom, not bothering to turn on the light. He laid himself down on the cold tile, struggling to find a comfortable position. Her sobs echoed in his ears and he wanted to hold her, he wanted to console her and let her know everything would be alright. He couldn't. He was the reason she was crying herself to sleep, the reason she laid broken and alone.
Callie couldn't stop the tears: they came in a rush and eventually she just gave up in trying to hold them back. Never in her life had she felt so alone, longing for the warm body that usually curled up next to her night after night. She felt cold but most of all she felt her heart breaking in her chest as the thought of George and Izzie overwhelmed every other thought in her head. Crestfallen, she turned to stare out of the window, unable to locate any stars against the netting of darkness. George O'Malley had once been her light in the dark, and now she was alone in the night.