Okay, so all those signatures have inspired my latest thread: Write as your greysforum.com character! Basically, each member who is "the character x of greysforum.com" will write a little snippet for their own character.
Kapish? The only rule is that we keep the story (dare we say fan-fic) consistent.

Alright so here I go. My writing probably isn't as good as everyone elses, but I will give it a shot! So I guess I will start with the morning after him and Izzie sleep together.

George O'Malley awoke one morning as pain pierced through his head. Lying face down in his bed, George realized he was completely bare, with nothing but damp sheets serving as his clothing. At first he did not think. He felt nothing. But then a feeling overcame him. No, it wasn't just one feeling, it was many: Tension, guilt, confidence. The night before had been a blur to him. The last thing he remembered was his fight with Callie. Oh Callie, the heiress! he remembered. He had screwed up. Big time. And he had been thrown out of his hotel room. Everything else after that though, seemed as if it were played in fast forward. He had bought alcohol. Hard alcohol. He had went to Meredith's house to seek out Izzie. Was Callie right when she had said that Izzie had feelings for him?

None of that mattered suddenly however, because another odd feelings swept over him...he was naked, and he didn't exactly know why. Something had happened. But before George could even start to ponder what had happened, the door to his bedroom opened - it's sound like a shot gun in George's head.


OKAY WOO! So now someone else will continue the story as their character. Doesn't even have to be Izzie..ahaha.

LOL Well I AM Izzie so oh well you get me lol. But it works! Very good too BTW Josh.

Izzie brushed her teeth again for the fifth time...or was it sixth? Not because they needed to be brushed excessively, but it was much better than the fourteen times she brushed the same spot in her hair. She needed to busy herself and at the moment locking herself in the bathroom seemed like her best option.

Deep breaths, deep breaths! She told herself and she set the toothbrush down. What if Meredith and the others noticed George was still at the house? Her head pounded and she felt like throwing up. Hangover, nice. How much exactly did she drink? She couldn't even remember. She remembered the laughter and the warm feeling it gave her heart to have her best friend beside her again, even if it was with a bottle of liquor and a slightly bruised ego.

She wondered if Callie would murder her and hide the body. Callie, the rich heiress who kept her secret from George, but Izzie wasn't going to rub it in or even say "serves her right" this time. She couldn't, because she knew for sure that this time she was in the wrong.

omg I love this.. I'll try my shot at it but Im not very good! haha. I'll get back to you with my "snippet"

does your snippet involve murdering Izzie and hiding the body? LOL

Haha, maybe she is the one that walks through George's door?

Callie lay in bed feeling lonelier than ever. Why did she throw George out like that? No, she will not feel bad. He insulted her so he deserved to be thrown out, but why did she feel so guilty. George's words echoed inside her head “Why am I always the dog getting whopped on the nose with the newspaper?" Sure she felt bad for always picking a fight with him but he had to understand thats how she showed her love for him. She just wants him to defend her, like he did before she is Callie O'Malley after all.

She jumps out of bed, upset at herself and the world. She had to make this marriage work. She had to prove her dad wrong. She could make things work. She didnt need his money, of course only to pay for the hotel. She was tired of being treated as if she didnt matter. She was going to make this marriage worked, if it KILLED her.

While brushing her teeth, she wonders where could have George gone to last night. She automatically thinks of one person, Izzie. Why did his best friend have to be an ex-model? Why couldn't it be some nerdy looking girl with stringy hair and flat everywhere. Why, a stacked model, as George so delicately put it last night. Jerk, she thought as she made her way to Meredith's house.

lol maybe the second part to it does? hahaha no I would NEVER. hahaha.. ok maybe I would but I wouldnt tell anyone! haha.

That was GOOD. Uh oh...she's on her way over *hides*

awh thanks! thats the first time I've ever written anything like that! It was fun! haha.

I'm going again cuz this is fun. (oh and Josh isn't George in Izzie's bedroom?)

Izzie finally decides to leave the bathroom, considering she doesn't want Bailey to kill her for being late. She wonders if George is still in her bedroom or if he had managed to sneak out before anyone noticed.

It wasn't worth the risk, was it? She decided to dig through the clothes in the laundry instead but when she realized wearing dirty udnerwear was not worth it at all, she slowly trudged upstairs, sucessfully avoiding Meredith who was talking to Derek in a singsongish voice about something mushy and terribly romantic.

Izzie took a deep breath before she opened the door to her bedroom.

George. George was still there and he looked at her with confusion.

"I uh...we...we need to talk George." she said.

OK I got this next part! :)

OK, since I can't write for Izzie this might be a wee bit short. And yes, I think he IS in Izzie's bedroom, but I let's just pretend he still doesn't know what happened or why he is in there.

Darkness. That was all George could see with his head in the pillows as he heard the bedroom door shut. He quickly lifted his head to see who it was that was coming into the room. It was Izzie. And Izzie's room. Why was he in here? Each one of her footsteps echoed in the quiet room. George wondered if the others had gone to work. Why is Izzie still here? he thought in confusion as he watched her pace towards the bed, only to think: Blonde. Stacked. Super-Model. Yep, that's Izzie. When he smiled to her, she frowned back.

"I uh...we...we need to talk George."

Oh God, George thought. What have I done?

"Okkaay." he awkwardly muttered, not knowing just what was to come. All in the while thinking of just where Callie O'Malley was.

NOTE: I'm still not 100% sure if I am doing this right, because the ones that I have seen - you can't write other people's parts so...hmm...just lemme know ;) This is pretty much my fanfic (if thats even what you call it...maybe roleplaying?) debut.

You know I was never sure if you could write someone else if they're in your part. I'm sure if its just a one liner it's fine. But here I come to save the daaaaaay, lol.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" Izzie asked as she sat on the bed. She noticed George hadn't even gotten dressed yet and sighed. "Okay first, put your pants on, or just...lay there. Yes, just lay there."

George opened his mouth to speak but Izzie did the talking for him. "All I remember is we were drinking...and you were venting, and there was laughter and there were good times and there was...Okay I don't know what else there was because I blocked it out. So George you really need to fill me in here before I start freaking out...because I don't want to freak out. All I know is I woke up naked...with you next to me, also naked. GEORGE WHY WERE WE NAKED?"

Izzie looked at poor baffled George as the tears welled in her eyes, "George what have we done?"

My turn again! =]

What was she doing? She couldn't crawl back to him. She had to teach him a lesson. Yes, thats what she was going to do. She would go to the hospital and wait for him to come to her and apologize. She was worth at least that much she thought on her way to the hospital.

Callie gets to the hospital and searches for George, she can't find him. She begins to worry what if something happened to him? She would never forgive herself. She begins to occupy herself with her patients until it was time to have lunch with her dad. Surely he'd show up for that. He promised. She begins to get worried again. Where could he be?
Then she sees him, walking through the entrance looking very horrible and of course with no one other than Izzie at his side. How much more would she have to take?

Okay, so this is where I am confused. Aren't George and Izzie still in her bedroom together?

yeah she's ahead of us, its okay. so continue with "us" and then we'll catch up to her.

Okay sounds good.

"George what have we done?"

George was now sitting up when Izzie said this. He noticed tears streaming down her face as her mouth formed the words too. It was too much for him. How could he possibly provide an answer for his best friend if even he didn't know what they had done?

Trying to piece it together, George began to talk. "Izzie, I...I...last night...was just...I don't even know..". He continued on. "I'm married. Callie O'Malley is my wife! We had a fight and I came here. She said that you had feelins for me and I..I..I don't know. I remember wanting to know if it were...you know" George said as he struggled with his words. "And now you say that we woke up naked together in the same bed?! Oh God, this just - no, Izzie, no."

Silence.

Without any more words exchanged, George sprang out of bed, slipping on his clothes from the night before that now lay on the dusty floorboards - determined to do nothing but go to work. Today would be a normal day he tried to convince himself. And so without further ado, George opened the door to Izzie's room only to find himself facing the door. He would go to work he re-told himself. He didn't even look back to see if Izzie followed him or not.

hahaha this is after...dont you see the time sequence? She was going over there..but she went to the hospital..busied herself with her patients..worried....so this gives you time to talk and then get over to the hospital! lol.

Izzie knew she couldn't get out of work today so she decided to follow George after she quickly threw herself together, she'd worry about her hair when she got to the hospital. She didn't bother to ask if they were going to carpool like old times. She started her engine and followed him on the quick drive to Seattle Grace.

"George?" She called out as she saw him leap out of his car at lightning speed as soon as it was parked. He didn't answer so she ran to catch up to him

"George we can't pretend nothing happened, I can't do this George..."

The duo entered the hospital and George still said nothing, Izzie lifted her head to look ahead of them and noticed her worst nightmare in human form, Callie O'Malley standing before them, arms crossed. And not to far behind her was the Chief, shaking his head at their tardiness.

"Oh, God..." izzie groaned, feeling sick and quickly bolting off towards the locker room.

She managed to zoom past Meredith who raised an eyebrow at ehr and Cristina who stood there snickering.

She quickly opened her locker, pulled her hair up in a messy bun and dug around for the tylenol she had left in there. She took four caplets, dry and sighed.

She kept hoping she could just pinch herself and wake up, but she couldn't this was her sad reality and she still had no clue what she did with her so-called best friend.

The betrayal of her heart was heavy, and Denny flooded her mind. Denny...she tried too hard to move on and look at what happened.

The initials SGH were plastered on the door George was now entering. As he made way through the now intimidating white arched doors, he could feel Izzie’s presence digging into him. He tried to ignore her. She said nothing but he could tell by the way she had said things outside that she wanted to. But words were the last thing on his mind. It was then that George spotted Callie. Or should I say Paris O’Malley, George thought in an attempt to sooth his senses. He could not mess this up. Callie could not know what happened. Not yet anyway.

And so he quickly tried to make a cover. He would talk to Callie. Besides, this was like any other day.

With a frantic pace, George eventually reached Callie. “Oh..Uh…yeah..hi..Callie……O’Malley. Look, I know we..uh..we said some things but I..I want this to..to work okay?” he muttered out.

By the way he spoke; he knew deep down he had made himself completely obvious. Yes, something had indeed happened between him and Izzie and he had a feeling it wouldn’t be long until his little Ms Heiress found out.

[DUN. DUN. DUN. I WILL BE BACK TOMORROW. GOOD NIGHT!]

As George walked towards her, Callie told herself to remain calm. They just walked in together Callie, it doesn't mean anything she kept reassuring herself. They were married, there's no way George would violate that. She kept telling herself that until she smelled the alcohol on her husband. It smelled as if he showered in a pool of liquor. Theres no way she could remain calm now. Under the influence of alcohol George was capable of anything. She knew she was, alcohol had caused her to sleep with Sloan. How she had regretted that as soon as it happened. She wondered if anything had happened between George and Izzie. As soon as he spoke, she knew something was wrong. Izzie confirmed it when she quickly vanished towards the locker rooms.

No, it had to be her imagination. George wouldn't do that to her. Not today. Not when her dad was coming into town to meet her new HUSBAND. No, this had to be her imagination overreacting. Of course, thats what it was.


oooh I'm enjoying this but i gotta stop! haha.

edit: sorry! see below
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Hey you have to requests a character in the character request thread and Addison is taken, sorry :(

Oh and your little snippet was really good too :)

awww oh well. I'll figure something out

I'll keep it on here cuz it's good and if inmymcdreams comes in she can just pick up where you left off.

Oops! sorry, I edited it.... ahhhh well. it wasn't that great. at least inmymcdreams can write her own thing, which is probably a better segue lol

LOL okay, can't wait to see your Derek :)

Derek was having a normal morning, having just kissed the love of his life good morning, watched her walk off to do her rounds. He loved to watch her walk-- I've got one hot girlfriend he thought. He headed towards the nurses station to see if there were any interesting new head cases. Dr. Torres was standing there--oops Dr. O'Malley now. She looked quite glum. He opened up a file and began perusing it. After a while, she noticed that he was there and said "Oh." Derek smiled politely at her. She fidgeted a bit with the hem of her white coat. She kept looking like she wanted to say something, but kept changing her mind about it. She then turned to stare at the ground and continue to fidget with her coat. Still looking at the file, he said quietly "Something on your mind, Dr. O'Malley?" Then he looked up. Callie hesitated, and then said, "You've been married right? And now, well now...." she trailed off.

"It's fallen apart, yes."

"Did you know? Before it happened?"

Derek thought for a moment, and said, "No. No I didn't realize it, but I should have. I should have been paying attention. And I should have tried harder to fix it. But it's okay. That's how it unfolded. And now, now I'm happy." He paused for a moment. He looked at Callie.

"Are you?"

YAY! *Claps* That was good.

My turn :)

She did not want to talk to her friends, she knew Meredith would read her like a book and hound her all day. Meredith knew George was at the house last night but she didn't know he was there in the morning, butt naked in Izzie bed.

The hangover wasn't helping the churning in her stomach so she ran to the bathroom to throw up. Lovely, she thought. Hungover, heartbroken...is there another H word I can throw in with my drama?

She stared at herself in the mirror for a moment, she looked horrible. Exhausted, hungover, sad. She was hoping she could get on a case with someone who didn't care about her personal life. Maybe Derek had a good case that would take all day? No, Derek meant Meredith, he'd see Izzie upset and say something to Meredith.

She sucked it up and decided to find Bailey, maybe Bailey would stick her in Denny's clinic all day and she could avoid everyone. But the clinic usually meant Callie coming in to check the sparins and contusions. Plus she felt like she didn't deserve to walk into the Denny Duquette Memorial Clinic after what she had done.

She left the locker room, checking the halls to see if Callie were around. Luckily, she wasn't.

She roamed the halls for Bailey and paused when she saw Meredith at the nurses station checking patient files.

She couldn't avoid everyone, even if she tried.

Meredith put away the files and headed towards Izzie. "Iz! What's up?"
Izzie turned around and hoped her beeper would go off soon.
"Why didn't you and George eat breakfast this morning?" Meredith asked.
"I dont know," replied Izzie, "we didn't want to be late I guess."

Izzie turned around hoping something, ANYTHING would happen to get her out of talking to Meredith.

Meredith kept following her.

"Iz, is there something wrong?" Meredith was curious now.
"No. Why would you think anything would be wrong? How was dinner with you father last night?" Izzie asked, trying to change the subject.
"Fine...." Meredith answered, now knowing for sure something was up.
"Good, well I have to get back to ..uhh.. my patient," Izzie lied as she speed-walked away.

(that was awesome Megan)

Izzie felt horrible for avoiding Meredith, she knew at this point she'd need any support she could get. Ad then she remembered when Meredith slept with George and how she turned her back on Meredith. Would Meredith do the same to her?

She stopped dead in her tracks and turned around, Meredith had shrugged it off and gone back to the nurses station and Izzie approached her.

"I need to talk to you," Izzie said, pulling Meredith away and into a supply closet.

"So..something IS up," Meredith said.

"Yes, something IS up, but try and stay all cheerful, happy, paint with all the colors, so on and so on Mer, okay?"

Meredith just raised an eyebrow at Izzie.

"I slept with George."

Meredith's eyes widened.

"Okay before you freak out...I'm actually not sure if we uhm...did anything. I woke up completely naked with him in my bed, yes, he was naked too and...MEREDITH WHAT DO I DO?!" Izzie yelped, grabbing Mer by the shoulders and shaking her.

(thanks lexi lol)


"Okay before you freak out...I'm actually not sure if we uhm...did anything. I woke up completely naked with him in my bed, yes, he was naked too and...MEREDITH WHAT DO I DO?!"

Meredith remembered when she was in this position with George..

"Things happen Izzie. Sometimes you have no control over them. I was in your position once..but then again he wasnt MARRIED!"

"MEREDITH!!! I knew I shouldn't have said anything.." Izzie started walking away.

"No Izzie, come back. I'm sorry. So when did all this happen?"

Izzie told her about the Callie/George problem.




(ahhh im sorry!! im drawing a blank. I cant think of what meredith should say next! :( )

"Last night." Izzie sighed. "You know how he came over well, we were drinking...we finished off the whole bottle in no time. I remember us talking and laughing and there was a little flirting but drunken flirting...you understand you always drunken flirt...and then, this morning he's naked in my bed, I'm naked in my bed...yes, naked, in my bed. Lots of naked. Meredith I don't know what to do, George won't even talk to me right now because he's all gung ho about talking to Callie or something...and I just...I don't know. Like I said I'm not even sure if we did anything and he didn't tell me what he remembered."

Meredith looked at her with confusion.

"I came to you because I thought maybe you'd understand. I have no one now except you. I can't talk to Alex about this because I totally shot him down and then if he finds out I slept with George, he'll hate me. And Cristina well, I'm not telling Cristina and for that matter, neither are you!"

Meredith looked at Izzie in awe.

"Izzie I understand. I'm not going to tell anyone. Now, all you have to do is get George to talk to you about it. I mean maybe he remembers everything and you guys didn't have sex. He wouldn't talk to me at first either, but I kept trying and trying. Eventually he has to talk to you, you do know that right?"

"Yeah. I mean..I guess so. I feel like we will never be the same mer. And that just kills me. I wish I could take it all back!"

"Last night he needed someone, didn't he? So in a way, you did him a favor!" Meredith giggled.

"Meredith, no laughing. This is serious."

"Sorry," Meredith said covering her mouth with her hand, "I know this is very difficult for you. I have an idea! Use the elevator..it always worked for me and derek." ;)

Suddenly Meredith's beeper beeps.

"Sorry Iz. 911. We'll talk more later, okay? And remember..Use the Elevator!!"


Izzie stood there alone.. she felt empty without the friendship of George to comfort her.





(ohhh this is getting good!! lol)

(hahahaha it totally is!)

Izzie left the supply closet as Meredith zoomed off to her case.

The elevator would be an excellent idea, but seperating George from Callie would prove to be hard.

Bailey spied Izzie and scolded her for showing up late.

"Sorry, I don't have a decent excuse," Izzie shrugged. "Am I working in the clinic?"

"No," Bailey said shaking her head. "You're with Dr. Torres...I mean, O'Malley. She just had a case come in and needs an intern and since you showed up just in time..."

"Uh, George! What about George I'm sure he'd be ahppy to help his wife," Izzie suggested.

Bailey shook her head, "I don't care, I put you on it. Now get moving."

Izzie wanted to do nothing more than tear all of her hair out.

She had no idea where to even find Callie and debated faking a seizure or something so that she could get out of it.

She knew George and Callie had taken off somewhere but she had no idea where. She had a feeling George wasn't far from the bathroom if he felt just as crappy as she did.

Callie let George stand there in agony looking at her. She was going to make him squirm. He couldnt fool her, she wasnt a fool. She had a feeling something happened between him and Izzie last night and if he wasnt going to tell him she was going to find Izzie and get it out of her!

She turns and walks away from George without saying one word to him. She was still very angry with him from last night but this feeling just brought it to another level! She made her way down the hallway and saw Dr.Bailey.

"Hey, Bailey. I need an intern. Who's available?"
"Well, there's George and there's Izzie both came in late so nobody snatched them up"
"Izzie, I want Izzie."
"Ok, I'll let her know."
"Ok, just don't let her know I requested her."
Bailey looked at her and raised her eyebrows but didnt say anything but "Ok"

Callie walked away from Bailey feeling furious but she had to calm down. What if nothing happened between them, but then again why did George smell of liquor and looked as if he'd done something very wrong. She didnt know why, but she was going to get to the bottom of this.


Oooh I'm having fun!! =]

OH SNAP! This is getting good.

Izzie looked everywhere in search of George but couldn't find him anywhere, then again she didn't REALLY look everywhere and had ran out of desire to. Instead she took a deep breath and decided to locate the patient she would be helping Callie with.

She stopped back at the nurses station and let them know she was on Callie O'Malley's case. Nurse Debbie handed Izzie the file and Izzie peeked at it for a moment before heading to her patients room.

It was a young boy and his case file said he was suffering from Osteogenesis Imperfecta, commonly known as Brittle Bones. His case file said he was 9 but looking at him he was the size of a 4 year old, his limbs warped but a smile wide on his face.

"Hello," Izzie said warmly, "I'm Doctor Stevens and I'll be assisting Doctor O'Malley today."

"I'm Liz," his mother smiled, reaching out to shake Izzie's hand. "This is Micah, he absolutely adores Dr. Torres, er, O'Malley. So if she picked you we know we won't be dissapointed."

"Oh, uh, thank you," Izzie smiled.

Izzie nearly jumped as Callie cleared her throat behind her.

"DOCTOR CALLIE!" Micah exclaimed.

Callie walked up and down the hallway at least three times before she calmed down enough to walk into her patients room. She knew Izzie would be in there. Izzie was always very attentive to her patients. She took a deep breath and walked into the room. There was Izzie looking at the files.

"DOCTOR CALLIE!" Micah cried out.
"Uh..Hi sweetie. How are we doing today?"
"Ok." replied his mom.

Izzie was giving her glances with the side of her eye. Why wouldn't she look at her? Callie knew that they didnt get along but she always managed to look her in the eye but not today something was different. She too reeked of liquor. This is not good, Callie told herself, not good at all.

They walked out of the room together and Callie couldnt help herself but ask Izzie.
"Did you have fun screwing my husband last night?"

THATS RIGHT! I SAID IT! hahaha

OH SNAP AGAIN. WHOA.

"Say what?" Izzie gulped. "Did I...have...wait what?"

Callie folded her arms and glared at Izzie.

"Are you accusing me of sleeping with GEORGE?" Izzie asked, trying to keep her voice down. Callie roughly pulled her by the arm and guided her into an empty room.

"Accusing? I'm stating the obvious. You reek of alchohol and both of you are acting weird, I'm a smart woman Izzie, which is much more than I can say for you."

"Excuse me?" Izzie growled.

"You heard me." Callie replied.

"This is seriously absurd Callie. We have a patient to take care of, a patient in need of his 6th surgery in two years. You are crazy, very crazy!" Izzie said, attempting to walk off but Callie grabbed her arm hard again and pulled her back.

"If I find out you're lying to me it won't be pretty."

Izzie gulped.

"Look George came over last night and we had a little too much to drink so he stayed over, now big deal."

Callie squeezed Izzie's arm so hard she cried out.

"He slept in my bed."

Callie continued squeezing until Izzie yelled out, "WE SLEPT TOGETHER IN MY BED....NAKED."