Izzie Stevens has a painful secret and Callie Torres is blissfully unaware that the secret could send her whole world crashing down. Two women, one man and how they struggle with the exposure of a painful truth. A view of the story from Callie & Izzie's point of view. Will George stand by his vows, or give into desire?









CHAPTER 1

I didn’t think he’d actually stay out all night. What is it that makes him say things before he actually thinks about them? Blond stacked supermodel? Was he serious? What the hell does that make me? Chopped Liver? I have been there for him when he needed me and he’s going to sit there and compliment the one person who has been trying to make our lives together impossible since day one. I hate him, I hate him, and then why can’t I stop thinking about him.

Why hadn’t he come back yet? Oh, that’s right… he must be with Izzie Stevens; The one that he goes running to when he can’t handle his own problems. What made me think that marrying him was going to make him act like a grown up. He’s a child.

As I got up from my bed and headed towards the shower I repeated the words he used to describe the one person who I truly despised; blond, stacked supermodel. I couldn’t help but stare at myself in the mirror as I stepped out of the shower. I wasn’t ugly, I wasn’t an eye sore. I was very attractive. Sure I’m not a blond stacked supermodel. I’m curvy. What an ass, he called me CURVY. Yeah like that’s supposed to make me feel better.

The phone rang, who the hell could be calling me at this hour? I ran to pick it up; it was my father. He was coming into town today, he wanted to meet George. That would be fine if I had any idea where the hell my husband was or better yet who was he with.

I hurried and got dressed. As I pulled my coat out of the closet I wondered what my dad wanted. Sure I had kind of sprang the whole “I’m married” thing on him rather quickly and he’s always worried someone’s always after our money, but George didn’t even know I was an heiress when we got married. I would like to think he married me for love but sometimes I wonder, maybe we did rush into this marriage. He’s still an intern but I love this fool. Why couldn’t he just love me back, why did he always let his friends interfere with everything?

How can something so wrong feel so right? I seriously think that question could describe my whole entire life. The morning I woke up with my best friend in bed next to me proved it. At first I didn't believe it, my mind was fuzzy and yeah, I was totally hung over from drinking half a bottle or bourbon, but as I lifted the sheets and stared at my very nude body, the memories of the night before came flooding in.

Sex. I had SEX with my BEST FRIEND. And it wasn't just sex, it was passionate, mind blowing, wow is this really so wrong? SEX. It was amazing and it was as if something clicked in my mind, as if every moment I stood there confused about my feelings for him were suddenly filled with a new clarity.

I just laid there for some time trying to figure everything out. There was George O'Malley, my best friend...scratched that...MARRIED best friend, just as naked as ME, face down in my bed. What had we done? Why had we done it? Did he now feel just as I did? Not only did I have sex with my best friend, the word LOVE was rolling around my thoughts and I wasn't even trying to push it out.

I finally decided I needed to escape, it was about all I could do seeing as I couldn't just have him wake up butt naked next to me and offer him coffee and some sort of baked good. I slowly crept out of my bed, trying my hardest not to wake him. Would he hate me? Would he feel for me just as I felt for him in the moment? Either way, I couldn't just sit alone with my thoughts anymore because it was beyond sucking and I hoped a hot bath and some strawberry bath soap would make things slightly better.

Wrong. So wrong, especially when I started to wish HE was in the bath with me.

I groaned as I made my way down to the kitchen, looking for anything to help with the pounding in my head and the burn in my stomach.

"Wow, You and George were really going at it last night..."

SERIOUSLY? I choked on my water. SERIOUSLY? Think of a save Izzie Stevens, think of a save....

Cristina Yang began rambling on about laughing and singing and I took a breath. THANK THE LORD JESUS.

Alex comes in rambling about needing to use Meredith's bathroom and I just run my mouth, for a long time. I'm not even sure what I'm saying. No heavy machinery? Come on Izzie, they're on to you. I can feel Alex's eyes on me and I just try to act like nothing is going on. Just two friends, with too much to drink and no adulterous (though really, really...SERIOUSLY good...) sex.

I nearly panic when I hear George downstairs and Alex informs us all he's now puking his brains out...DOWNSTAIRS. Great, so much for cleverly avoiding him and as I pull my scarf around my neck I lock eyes with him and he looks like he was hit by a train.

His words make no sense to me. He doesn't remember. He doesn't remember anything after the excessive amounts of liqour, he's going on about Callie, his wife and my stomach is turning and I feel like I'M going to need to make a run for the toilet in a second. That mind blowing sex? Just got blown under the rug and I'm standing on it. I'm standing there trying not to slap some sense in him or scream until I'm blue in the face. Callie, Callie, Callie, that's where his mind is, which is far far away from where I'd like it to be.

I start my car and sit in the drive way for a second, trying to gather my thoughts and just take a deep breath. Before I know it I'm starting to cry like a drama queen and I wipe my eyes and back out of the driveway.

I had sex with my best friend...and he doesn't even remember it.

I finally get to the hospital and what’s the first thing I do? That’s right I look for George. I walk into the locker room and there he was bent over the sink looking as if he’d just puked the contents of his entire stomach out. George looked like complete shit and reeked of bourbon. It was seeping out of his pores. What the hell was he doing last night? Where had he spent the night, at Joe’s? No, Joe would’ve called me to pick him up. He must’ve spent it with Izzie. Of course, as it only happened in the movies, there she appeared in the doorway looking extremely strange. She must’ve gotten drunk too, apparently not as drunk as George though considering she didn’t look like she had been run over by a truck full of liquor. Seriously? The O’Malley’s? Had she really just said that? Wow she was acting way too chipper. Why wouldn’t she look me in the eye? Was she hiding something? No, I’m just being paranoid. She’s just hung over, I thought to myself as I walked out of the bathroom leaving George to shower for the second time that morning.

I was working on a really sensitive case today and I needed interns. Bailey gave me George? No, George can’t touch my patient; he’d probably drop her and be the result of her death. No, I needed another intern. Please give me Cristina; of course not, I’m never that lucky, because apparently in another life I was really really awful. I must've been a murderer or something really bad because I’m now stuck with George and Izzie Stevens. My day was going to be just peachy. If I had to deal with bubbly touchy feely Stevens today my temper was going to shoot through the roof. Seattle Grace would be an intern and an orthopedic surgeon less because I will kill her and end up in jail. Why couldn’t she just stick with Meredith? Go find Meredith and just leave my husband alone. Did Izzie Stevens enjoy making my life miserable? Did she really enjoy seeing my facial expressions obviously change whenever she came near me? Did she get off on it? Maybe Izzie Stevens was jealous of this marriage because she had a crush on me? Obviously that was not the case, then why was she so hell bent on making my married life a living hell?

Why is it when you want to avoid people you end up running into them way more than you normally would? I seriously just wanted to pee, can't it be as simple as it sounds? You go to the bathroom, you do your business...oh, and you WASH YOUR HANDS. But no, no life isn't like that. There have to be major potholes in the road of life and I'm naming my potholes George and Callie. I flung up the locker room door only to find them chit chatting by the mirrors. Yeah, I so didn't have to pee anymore after that. Especially having Callie give me "the look", if you know Callie Torres...er, Callie O'Malley (excuse me while I vomit a little) then you know exactly what look I'm talking about.

Did I seriously "Yay" their matrimony? Ugh, I so did. I stepped in, yelped a "Hello, O'Malleys!" and ugh, told them to carry on with their married stuff? Oh yeah, this is going to go real well. Especially with George looking so miserable and this strange desire I have to comfort him with alka seltzer and bake him things.

I knew that day was going to be asbolutely fantastic (note the sarcasm) and rolled my eyes as I made my way to check in for rounds. Cristina is muttering things about Colin Marlowe and Meredith is half paying attention. Alex is eating something and I swear he's staring right through me. I hate it when he looks at me like that because it always makes me feel like some sort of dirty whore. Oh, that's right I'm the newest inductee to the dirty mistresses club and I have NO ONE to turn to about it. Alex tears a peice of bread from his sandwich, rolls it into a ball and throws it at me. It's lodged somewhere in my ponytail and before I can slap him Bailey comes down the hall, rolling her eyes as she doesn't spot George. Meredith fishes through my hair for Alex's crusty bread ball and George finally emerges.

I'm supposed to be paying attention to Jane Doe but I can smell the bourbon on George as I stand there with my hands in my pocket and I wonder if he'll ever remember what happened. We finish our rounds with Callie's patient and I'm more than ready to run down to the clinic to hide out for the rest of the day.

But NO, just my luck, Callie needs another intern. Why the hell couldn't Bailey pick Cristina? Didn't I put in the 8 million for the DENNY DUQUETTE clinic? UGH! Kill me now! I'm stuck on a case with my best friend and his Vegas show wife who couldnt kill me in two seconds flat if she knew what we did. SERIOUSLY? God hates me.

Why did this day feel as if it were going in slow motion? My heart was beating a million miles an hour by the time lunch rolled around. It was time to meet my dad and George still looked like hell. He was in desperate need of another shower, maybe this time with some bleach. Oh God, dad is going to smell the bourbon coming through his pores. This was exactly what I needed to happen when my dad meets my husband for the first time. Of course, things like this only happen to me. Who else would they happen to? I’m a walking kick me sign. Well with a name like Calliope Iphigenia what else was expected?

My dad handed us pre-nuptials agreements, my dad is such an ass! Then the most unexpected thing happened. George stood up to my dad! That’s the man I married? Am I on drugs? Did I just witness George standing up to my dad? No, I must be on something. This was amazing. Maybe I was wrong about George; maybe he was stepping up and becoming a man. The man that I knew he always could be, I thought to myself as I sat there and enjoyed the look on my dad’s face as George stormed away from the table. My dad apologized and wanted to go back and apologize to George. This was a first. My dad never apologized, to anyone. George must really be the one. My day was looking up from that moment on. George was finally showing some interest in this marriage; in me. For the first time in a long time I felt like this marriage was actually going to work, despite the obvious attempts of Izzie Stevens trying to ruin it.

I'm working on our patients file when George comes storming down the hall. I can read him like a book. He knows, he remembers and the look on his face startles me a bit.

He going towards the linen closet and motioning for me to follow.

The air seems thick, I'm struggling to breathe as I watch his eyes shift, watch his body move. He can't stay still and I just stand there waiting to grab his attention as he shakes the rack and linens fall about the floor.

He's obviously not happy, I don't know why I expected it to work out like some backwards fairytale. I don't know why I expected anything of it at all. He finally turns to me and I want to speak, want to tell him everything, tell him I want him and that we can make right from wrong. I want to kiss his lips and steal away the pain and make everything right again but I cans ee in his eyes that he's not feeling the same way, I reach out and touch his cheek, oh how badly do I want to kiss those lips? He takes my hand and for a moment my heart starts to flutter until he lowers my hand and everything shatters.

Ouch. Pain, I feel a pain deep in my chest as I try to form the words and he's already marching out of the door.

My legs give in and after a moment I slide to the floor.

Why did Denny die? Why did God do these things to me? Had Denny never died, I wouldn't be in the situation in the first place. I'd probably be married and drinking fruity drinks on a beach somewhere, celebrating my honeymoon. But no, there I was in a Seattle Grace linen closet longing for something I obviously couldn't have, and yet I wasn't willing to give up on either.

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CHAPTER 2

So my dad actually apologized to George. I reassured him that George wouldn’t hurt me like all the others did. He says he feels reassured and that he’s confident that George will take care of me. I feel awful about going off on George last night, of course he doesn’t regret our marriage. If he didn’t love me he wouldn’t have been so defensive towards my dad. How can I not love him, there he is lying next to me on my bed looking strangely worried. Why’s he worried? He’s just really hung over.

I can’t stop thinking about how George stood up for us. He shot down my fathers attempt to make our marriage to be something less than what it is. Why couldn’t he just be happy for me? I love George and after today I’m certain that George loves me too. He just lets his friends get in our way of happiness. It always came down to Izzie Stevens. Why was she so set on ruining what George and I have? Ever since the beginning it has been constant tension between us. There had been tension with Meredith but nothing compared to Izzie. She was always George’s best friend and once I came around she realized that “best friend” is her role and I guess she wants more. Why now? Why not before, when George and I weren’t even together?

Everything happens to me, why is it that I can never be happy with a guy? I always had the guys that cheat on me or beat me or are only interested in my money. I mean going through all of this made me the strong woman that I am right now but why can’t I just be happy for once in my life? Hopefully with George it would all change. He has changed so much in the time we’ve been together. I like to think I’ve been a part of his change. Of course his dad dying had a lot to do with his growing up quickly. It’s just that I love him so much and I can’t fathom losing him and especially not to someone like Izzie Stevens. She’s been nothing but a brat ever since Denny died; it was like a part of her spirit and faith died along with Denny. I try to be there, I try to be part of their clique but all I get is shunned. I’m George’s Vegas Show wife. I’m a phase, according to the brat. All I know is if push comes to shove, I’m not giving up George without a fight.

He's not going to tell her.

He's not going to tell her what happened, he wants to sit here and act like nothing happened. Like we can just sweep it under the carpet and going on living like this. Does he think I'm crazy? Does he think I can take a situation that opened my eyes and made me realize so much and just hide it away?

He knows nothing about her, she lived in the hospital for Christ's sake. She doesn't wash her hands when she pees! She a gajilllionaire and kept it behind his back and he's going to try and salvage a relationship with a shaky foundation? Please George, go off to see the Wizard and get yourself a brain, because I don't know who you are anymore. Ever since Callie came into his life he's become some little lost puppy following her around. Its so disgusting, there's nothign special about her, there's nothing worth fighting for. She's full on, and far too passionate about George, she's desperately clinging onto him and weighing him down. UGH. It SICKENS ME. Then she has the nerve to act like she's "one of us" when Meredith decided to go all emo on us and drown. Did she seriously think we'd welcome her to the circle with open arms? HA. I think not.

Callie Torres is a best friend stealing freak. Yes, a FREAK. Who the hell decides to become and Orthopedic surgeon anyways? A sociopath that's who, some mentally unstable person who gets their jollies from broken bones. One time she went crazy on Meredith and I thought she was going to kill her. I had to squeeze my way inbetween them so that she wouldnt crush my friend. Yeah MY friend, not HER friend. Crazy cagefighter bitch.

So here I am alone in bed thinking about him and the space in my bed where he could be, I'm alone on a bare bed. I tore the sheets off and they're crumpled by my door. I dont even want to touch them again, the fabric of the matress is scratchy against my skin and I feel like even if I bathed in bleach I wouldn't feel clean. I feel like I need to go to church or something. That's it, I'll go to confessional and everything will be absolved...right?

Days went by and George wasn’t acting stranger than usual. Did my dad really scare him that much? He gave us his blessing so it couldn’t be that. He was also acting strange when he was next to Izzie Stevens. Come to think of it, Izzie was acting pretty strange herself around George. Had something happened between them that drunken night? No, George couldn’t do that to me; could he? Could George possibly be that vile to cheat on me with the one person I truly hate? Does he know that I am capable of killing both him and her if that were the case? He couldn’t be that dense; could he? I need to shake these thoughts out of my head, I’m going to drive myself crazy with the thought that George could’ve possibly cheated on me with his supermodel best friend. Oh how I hate you, Izzie Stevens. You think you’re so fucking cute with your blonde hair and your supermodel-ness. I hate you; you make my skin crawl every time I’m near you. Sometimes I just wish that you would just up and cut someone else’s L-Vat wire and get kicked out of the program because maybe then George would look at me like he does you; maybe he’ll actually come to me with his problems, trust me with them. I hate that he runs to Izzie with all his problems. Am I really that horrible to talk to?

I feel like I’ve been on call for a year and in reality it’s been only two days. I must look like shit but there’s perfect Izzie looking supermodel-ish like always in her Sunday best. God, I hate her. How can she look so perky and pretty at 8am? I wish she could just fall on her face. Fall bitch, fall! I have to shake these thoughts out of my head because one of these days I’m just going to lunge at her and its not going to be pretty. My hatred for her is way worse than what my hatred for Meredith was, when I thought she told George that I had slept with Sloan. Oh God, Sloan; what the hell was I thinking? I mean he’s hot and all but he’s such a man whore and I regret sleeping with him even if it was really good. Oh God, was it good; really good sex. No, can’t think about that. That’s over and done with, no more Mark Sloan for me.

Why had Izzie gone to confession? Alex had brought up a good point, people only go to confession if they did something wrong and judging by that look on Izzie’s face she had done something really bad. Oh something like adulterous sex? NO, I need to get these thoughts of my head. George wouldn’t have stood up for me if he wanted Izzie. He loves me; he just has a funny way of showing it. Coffee; was George asking me out for coffee? He does care! Sure coffee sounds good, now I just need to get the though of you possibly cheating on me with your best friend and I’ll be fine. I need some sleep seriously.

Hail Mary, Full of Grace, The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women,and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now, and at the hour of death. Amen. Hail Mary, Full of-

Ugh. Thank you Alex Karev for ruining that for me. I keep my fingers gripping the rosary beads so i can hold my place as everyone chit chats around me. It doesn't help that Callie is laying down behind me looking like total crap and George is playing good husband. Give me a break. I change into my scrubs and try and make conversation with George and he blows me off. He tells me to back off and then he crosses the line...he compares our amazing sex to the not-to-sex he had with Meredith. SERIOUSLY? How could he compare mind blowing, repeat preformance, oh so good you may just get addicted sex to oh shit she's crying beneath me sex? It's just...no comparison.

On top of everything my dirty little secret finally became exposed. My daughter is at Seattle Grace and she needs a marrow transplant. I finally agreed to do it and George stalked me until he weaseled his way in and held my hand. I opened up and told him all about Hannah and I half expected him to scream at me, but he didn't. He helped me get dressed and then he left, he left and I thought he wasn't coming back but when the door swung open and he walked in I swear my heart skipped a beat. Did he truly love me?

I saw my daughter for the first time in eleven years and George was right there with me, urging me, coaxing me. He was there, holding onto me as i saw my beautiful daugher and her gorgeous smile. There we stood, together for what seem like forever, and breathing in his cologne I wished we truly did have that forever to hold on to.

George stood me up. He offered coffee and then leaves me waiting. Where the hell is he? He better have a damn good reason to stand me up. Who should I ask? Who would know where he is? Alex wouldn’t know he’s too wrapped up in Jane Doe’s case to actually pay attention to where George is. Christina could care less as to where George is. That leaves Meredith Grey. She would know. She knows everything when it comes to George or Izzie. Speaking of Izzie, why haven’t I seen her either? Is it possible that they’re together? Of course it is, this is MY life we’re talking about. Anything is possible, dammit!

Ooh, there’s Meredith; let me go ask her if she’s seen my husband who has stood me up. Ha! Of course he’s with Izzie Stevens. Doing GOD knows what? Why would he ask me out to coffee then? Why not just say no, I’m going to be too busy screwing my best friend to have coffee with you, Callie. Why couldn’t he just say that so I could just snap his tiny little neck and get it over with; instead of driving myself crazy with the thoughts of what if? I have to stop thinking about them together. Maybe he has a good reason for standing me up, I would understand if he has a good reason to hang out with Izzie and stand me up, if he has a good reason then I’ll be fine with it. There he is coming off the elevator. Wrapped up huh? You got wrapped up, George. You got wrapped up doing what; Izzie Stevens? He lied to my face, why would he lie about being with Izzie if he wasn’t doing anything wrong. I can’t believe he blew me off, his wife, to go around with Izzie Stevens. God, I hate her now more than ever. I will get to the bottom of this, George. I will, Izzie Stevens and George O’Malley, you don’t know what I’m capable of. I need to go home and sleep before I commit murder.

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Keep it coming guys! :wub: :rolleyes:

hahaha its "Izzie's" turn! lol

God i love this perspective =)

c'mon "Izzie" ... give us an update please =)
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Wow guys, this is great !!:shimmy: :claps:
Loveee The Fray (that's where 'Look after you' comes from, right?)

hahaha yes thats where its from!! lol.