intertwined ~ alex. karev

TWENTY TWO

"SO, WHAT you're trying to say is that we both have incredibly terrible taste in men." Ivory laughed, as she turned to her new best friend.

Shaking her head, Callie chuckled, "All we can do is laugh, because how am I getting kicked out by my boyfriend?" she asked, crossing her arms.

Taking a sip of her coffee, Ivory shook her head, "I think that's a problem with him, not you." she said, "And, I wasn't a track star in high school, so Alex must be crazy if he thinks I'll chase after him. I just need... hot and steamy sex."

"Mmm." Callie moaned, thinking about the idea, "Hot and steamy sex. Exactly what we need." she agreed, making them both laugh.

Before the two could get to their destination, they were interrupted by the voice of George O'Malley, "Callie!" he yelled as she scoffed, "Hey! Come on. Wait!"

Running in front of both the girls, he blocked them from walking any further, "Before you start yelling, you were right." he said, "I should've told you how I felt about you moving in. Not that you were moving in. It's just, I'm not good at the whole... talking about feelings."

Callie raised an eyebrow, "Bet you told Meredith how you felt though, didn't you? And Izzie?" she asked, "You don't seem to have any trouble talking to them, George, but me?"

"Let's go, people." The voice of Miranda stopped the conversation, "I've been in surgery since 2am. I'm in no mood."

As Meredith called him over, George quickly turned back to his girlfriend, "I miss you." he said curtly, leaving to join the rest of the group.

Smirking, Callie turned to Ivory, "And that's how it's done. Don't talk about your emotions, talk about how he's a bitch." she advised.

"Trust me." Ivory nodded, "Alex is about to see a whole new side of me, that I don't like using in a hospital."

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ON THE way to where Cristina had paged her, Ivory nearly gasped at the sight of a familiar face. As he noticed her, his eyes lit up, quickly approaching her, "Ivory, good to see you again." he smiled.

"Mark!" she exclaimed with a grin on her face, "The last time I saw you was around months ago!" she said, bringing the man into a warm embrace.

He chuckled, "Yeah, I remember us in a completely different situation, consisting of us wearing less clothes." he smirked, "That was a good time. We went, what, three rounds?"

"Yeah, that was a really good time." Ivory bit down on her lip, placing her hands in her coat pocket.

The man raised an eyebrow, "On-call room now?" he asked, looking back at his patient, "Or maybe later?"

Ivory shrugged, "I don't know, Sloan." she smirked, "Are you still having sex with Addie, or are you ready for more rounds with me?" she teased, walking away from the man.

As she entered Meredith's room, she quickly noticed the blonde grin as soon as she saw her, "Now all of my best friends are in the room!" she exclaimed.

Cringing, Ivory turned to Cristina, who rolled her eyes, "She's incredibly high right now, ignore what she says. I just feel sorry for her."

"Why?" the girl asked as she got more comfortable in the bed, "Because I could die today?"

She scoffed, lifting her eyes from her chart, "This is why I hate being around stoned people." she shook her head.

"Ivory's stoned all the time!" Meredith scoffed, "Ever since she moved in, I smell weed every night."

Crossing her arms, Ivory raised an eyebrow, "I do so in the comfort and privacy of my room." she chuckled as Meredith rolled her eyes.

She sighed, "If I did die today, I'd only be remembered as the slutty intern who dated two doctors." she explained.

From her chair, Cristina frowned, "No, one doctor, one vet." she corrected her friend, who clearly didn't care.

"Derek, Finn. Derek, Finn." she repeated, "I'd die as the girl who couldn't make a choice, right?"

Ivory shrugged, "Yeah, but you'll be dead so it wouldn't matter." she teased, realising that Meredith didn't find the joke funny.

Before she could say anything to fix what she had said, Miranda entered the room, "Dr. Grey, you've got a fever, high white count, and tenderness over McBurney's point, which suggests..."

"Appendicitis." the interns said at the same time as Miranda smirked.

"Dr. O'Malley, prep Dr. Grey for surgery. You're scrubbing in." Miranda told the boy, whose eyes quickly lit up.

He hesitated to smile, "I am? On Meredith's appendectomy?" he double checked, making Bailey raise her eyebrow.

An eyebrow quirked up, Meredith frowned, "I, uh- Am I the only one who remembers the last time George scrubbed in on an appendectomy, he almost killed a guy? Sorry, George."

Ivory snorted as George looked down, clearly ashamed, "I don't have to scrub in, Dr. Bailey. I could just..." He paused, realising the expression on the woman's face, "Uh... unless you want me to, which, you know... Not gonna happen again." he rambled.

Turning to the intern, Miranda crossed her arms, "That good enough for you, Dr. Grey?" she asked, making it obvious which answer she wanted.

A smile remaining on her face, Meredith sighed, "You're pretty." she said, scrunching her nose.

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IT WAS the end of her shift, and Ivory decided to spend the night at Joe's bar. Shot after shot of tequila, all she wanted to do was drink her memory away. Her memories of feeling hurt, rejected, abandoned, soon they would all be gone.

Before she could take her next shot, she noticed Mark take a seat beside her, he sighed, "I ended things with Addison." he said blankly.

Raising an eyebrow, she turned to face him, her green eyes staring into his pale blue eyes, "Really? Or did she end things with you?" she teased.

"Do the technicalities really matter?" he asked, watching her take the shots, "So, what have you heard about me exactly?" he asked, moving his chair closer to hers.

Ivory smirked, her gulp of tequila burning as it moved down her throat, "Mostly things that involve the words 'dirty' and 'bad'." she said.

"Right." he nodded, "I guess there really is no starting over, is there?" he asked, as the girl shrugged, "Can I buy you a drink, Ivory?"

Standing up from her chair, Ivory put her bag over her shoulder, "Only if you deliver it to my room." she replied, walking towards the exit, before turning around, "You coming or what?"