All I Want Is You

[red_b_rackham]

Because there needs to be more George and Izzie in the world, I present to you a collection of prompt inspired little oneshot all about the pair that made Grey’s great to me. These are being posted exclusively on my LJ for a few weeks in honor of the Fanforum George/Izzie 130th thread celebration. Then later they'll be posted seperately or in small chunks over at fanfiction.net. Enjoy! Comments are greatly appreciated.

Title: All I Want Is You
Rating: Various, no more than T.
Summary: A collection of moments in the lives of George and Izzie.

Disclaimer: Nothing own I.

 

A/n: This first one, “Evidence”, was also inspired by a scene on NCIS I saw recently.

 

1. Evidence

(Season 1ish)
In which Izzie suspects George ate her cupcake.

 

            Izzie slammed the fridge door shut and marched into the living room.

            “Did you take it?” she accused.

            “Take what?”

            “Did you eat it?!” Izzie demanded.

            “Eat what?”

            She narrowed her eyes at him. “You know exactly what. That cupcake was going to be my breakfast. I see it became yours instead.”

            “Izzie, I didn’t – “

            “You’ve still got chocolate on your face.”

            George hastily wiped it off. “Well – I… if you hadn’t come down the stairs so fast before, I wouldn’t have had to – to unceremoniously shove it into my mouth.”

            She suppressed a smile. “Don’t try and be cute. I’m still mad at you.”

            “I don’t know why. You said you were on a diet yesterday – no pastries. You specifically said – I was there. So I opened the fridge and, well, it was fair game. I thought.”

            “I nixed the diet when I saw the cupcake.” Izzie shrugged.

            “You make better cupcakes anyway.”

            Izzie smiled and returned to the kitchen to get some cereal. She called over her shoulder, “You’re not getting off so easy next time, O’Malley!”

 

 

~

 

2. I’m Here

(Season 3, post-Denny)
In which George comforts Izzie after Denny.

 

            George rolled over and blearily opened his eyes to look at the clock.

            3:12.

            As he was drifting back to sleep, a soft sound filtered into his ears. It took him a second before he realized it was crying and once he had, he got up instantly. Once in the hall, he could hear the crying coming from Izzie’s room.

            “Izzie?” he knocked softly and opened the door a crack. “Iz?”

            He entered and without another word, lay down on the bed beside Izzie and put his arm around her. It was the fourth time in two weeks; it was two weeks since Denny died.

            “I’m here.” George whispered. “I’m here.”

            Izzie held onto him tighter.

 

~

 

3. Funeral

(Season 3, post-George’s dad, pre-Callie wedding etc)
In which Izzie is there for George at his father's funeral. 

            At his father’s funeral, she stood right beside him. She stayed close, she held his hand when he looked scared, she smiled a little when he looked lost. She helped him through the wave of people offering their condolences and she never told anyone why she’d stood outside the men’s bathroom for fifteen minutes. He eventually emerged, looking a little puffy eyed. She hugged him tight when it was time to leave.

            “Thank you.” He whispered in her ear.

            “I’m your person. It’s my job.” 

~

 4. Puppy Love

(Season 4ish)
In which Alex and Cristina don't appreciate George and Izzie.

 

            Izzie came up beside George who was filling out charts with Alex, Cristina and Meredith.

            “Hey you,” she beamed at him.

            He looked up and grinned. “Hey you.”

            “So tonight is our five month anniversary and I thought I’d make us something really special for supper tonight. It’s going to be divine. And then I thought we could do that Old Movie marathon? What do you think?”

            Before George could answer, Alex chimed in sarcastically, “Oh pretty please, can I come? It sounds divine.”

            Izzie ignored him.

            “It’s real nice,” George said. “I love everything you make and I love watching movies with you.”

            Cristina rolled her eyes. “Seriously.”

            Izzie and George shared a quick kiss before she walked away to continue her duties.

            Cristina made a small gagging noise. “Ugh, it’s like… puppy love. Gross, sappy, puppy love.”

            “Except puppies are cute.” Alex joked.

            “Alex,” Meredith shook her head and Cristina laughed.

            George smiled. “You’re just jealous.”

 ~

 

5. Gloves

(Whenever, really)
In which there is the first snow of the season.

 

            “Iz, wake up.”

            Izzie groaned. “Go away.”

            “C’mon, get up.”

            She rolled away from him. “It’s eight in the morning on my day off. My only day off for two weeks. Go away.”

            “No, seriously Iz,” He shook her shoulder. “Let’s go!”

            “I refuse.” Izzie tried to pull the pillow over the head.

            “Izzie, it snowed last night.”

            She opened her eyes.

            “First snow of the season.” said George eagerly.

            Each year it had become their routine. When the first snow fell, providing there was enough, they would rush outside and spend a few hours in the snow. This was always followed by hot chocolate (George’s homemade version which Izzie insisted was the best she’d ever had) and an old movie (they loved the cheese and bad dialogue that often accompanied old movies – or more correctly, enjoyed laughing at all the wrong moments). It had developed into a tradition of theirs and one that they looked forward to with nearly as much anticipation as Christmas. The mere thought of the fun day ahead of her sent a thrill of excitement through her. She threw off her blanket.

            “Let me find my gloves.”

 

~

 

6. Blackboard

(Season 1-2ish)
In which George hangs a chalkboard.

 

            When Izzie got home that night, she found him hanging an old chalkboard on the wall in the hallway.

            “What are you doing?” she asked.

            “Mer and I found this in the basement,” he explained. “I thought it’d be a good idea to put it up, and then we could leave messages for each other. See, chalk and everything.”

            “George, this isn’t 1980. They have these things called whiteboards and cell phones now to deliver messages.” She shrugged off her coat and tossed her keys aside.

            He ignored her and stepped back to admire his handiwork.

            “Seriously.” She added.

            He cocked his head towards her. “It’s old school, I admit. But don’t you knock it. I know you’re totally dying to draw all kinds of pretty little doodles around the edges.” He held out the package of multi-colored chalk.

            She pretended to be annoyed as she grabbed the package from his hand.

 

~

  ...more soon. :)

~Red

Comments

[tombeaumontonlj.livejournal.com]

This is great stuff, Red...

I've often said that I admire brevity in a writer (it's a talent I just don't have) and I love what you've done here.

I'm looking forward to seeing what you have coming down the pike.

Tom

[red-b-rackham.livejournal.com]

Hey Tom,

Thank you so much for the compliments, it really means a lot to me to hear that from you! :) There's definitely more coming soon. And I noticed some Author Alerts from you in inbox today! I'll definitely be checking those out very, very soon. Super exciting! :)

~Red