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George woke up to the sound of a loud thunder clap. He sat bolt up right and blinked a few times, wondering where he was. He looked around for a moment before remembering he had slept on the couch. He sighed heavily before standing up and slowly making his way upstairs. He would go and see if Izzie was awake, and if she was, maybe she would actually be hungry today. He turned the knob slowly and opened the door. He peered in and saw that she was sleeping peacefully. He stood there for a moment, and then decided he'd climb in bed with her for a few hours. He wasn't going into work, so why get up this early? He crept over to the bed and smiled down at her. He didn't want to wake her, but he just wanted to see her bright, beautiful eyes. He went to lay a gentle hand on her cheek, but as soon as he touched her he jumped back. She was ice cold. He stared at her for a minute before it really hit in. she's cold.
Meredith woke up to the sound of Derek's voice.
"Meredith," he said quietly, but urgently.
She opened her eyes and looked at him questioningly. "What?" she asked groggily.
"I think you should get up," he said sternly.
The sound of his voice alone was enough to completely wake her up. She sat up and looked at him, afraid of what he might say.
"Derek, what's going on?" she asked, not really wanting to know.
He looked at her solemnly, and couldn't think of a single thing to say to her. How was he suppose to tell her that one of her friends were dead, and the other was- well was having a mental break down.
"Derek," she said, her eyes watering from the realization of why she had been woken up.
"Meredith," he said sadly as he reached a hand out toward her.
"No!" she said, hitting his hand away as she stood up and ran out of the room. She could not, would not believe that Izzie was dead. She ran to Izzie's room at her doorway. George was sitting there, staring blankly at the bed. Meredith's eyes followed his gaze, and there she was. Izzie was lying there, seemingly sleeping, but Meredith knew better. She knew from the mere smell, that Izzie was not just sleeping. A strange sound escaped Meredith's throat, and then the tears came. They flooded out of her, as if they'd never stop. Her knees gave away and she fell to the floor with her head in her hands.
Alex opened his bedroom door after hearing a soft thud and peered out into the hallway.
"What's going o-" he stopped as soon as he saw Meredith sitting on the floor crying. He didn't have to question her reasons. She was sitting outside of Izzie's room, and that could only mean one thing. He looked at Meredith for a moment, wanting to go comfort her, but couldn't seem to find it in him to do it. He went back in his room, shutting the door behind him. He stared at the wall opposite him as his eyes began to sting. This wasn't possible. He had simply concluded the wrong thing, that was it. He had seen Meredith crying and assumed the worse. But if that were the case, then why would he be leaning against his bedroom door crying? He took a deep breath before slowly opening the door and looking out again. Meredith was still sitting there, but Derek was now leaning down beside her, trying to console her. He stepped out into the hallway and slowly made his way toward Izzie's room. He looked inside her door and saw what the other two had, a seemingly sleeping Izzie. But he, like the others, realized she wasn't sleeping. He subconsciously felt a tear slide down his cheek, but didn't wipe it away. He looked over and saw George sitting there, next to her bed, staring at her. Alex knew he would have to get George out of there, but couldn't bring himself to go in there.
Cristina was sitting in the kitchen with a cup of untouched coffee sitting in front of her. She had woken up when George went up stairs. She had been sleeping on the floor, and he woke her up when he walked by her. She had heard a strange thump a few moments after George went up there, and decided to go check it out. When she got up there, she found George blankly staring at Izzie, and that's when she knew. She was standing only a few feet away from her bed when she realized it, and instantly felt sick. She got a hold of herself and tried to get George to leave, but she couldn't even get a response out of him, let alone get him to move. After giving up on getting him to budge, she went to find Meredith. She was just about to open the door when Derek opened in instead. He looked at her questioningly for a moment, before realizing what the expression on her face meant. Cristina stood there for a moment, before telling him to wake Meredith while she made some coffee. She knew it sounded lame, but she needed something to get her mind off things, and since there was no alcohol in the house, coffee would have to do. She wasn't sure how long she had been sitting there, but she knew that everyone was up now. She had been sitting here the whole time, not saying a word. She knew she had to go upstairs and see Meredith. That was the one person she could talk to that would understand. Meredith was her person, and even if Meredith didn't want to deal with things, she had to be there for Meredith. She sighed and stood up. She would call someone first, and then she'd go upstairs with everyone else.
Derek bent down and gently touched Meredith's shoulder.
"Meredith," he said softly, looking at her sadly. He could feel his heart breaking for her. He couldn't imagine what she was going through. He'd seen death so many times, and he had dealt with many families, but this was the worse. This happened to someone he knew and had actually become quite fond of. Izzie had been a lively person. She had always been optimistic and perky, and was such a sweet person. And he knew that Izzie, Meredith, Cristina, Alex, and George had all been like family to each other. Meredith had been through so much lately, and now this. He wasn't sure if she was going to be able to get through this and come out okay.
He got down on his knees and held her in his arms. He cradled her and let her cry in his arms. He didn't often have the chance to comfort her like this, and he was afraid she would run away like she usually did, but for some reason she didn't.
He kissed her head and saw Cristina standing there, looking at them. As much as he loved being here for Meredith, he knew that right now, they probably needed some time. He would stay if she asked, but she would probably want to talk to Cristina right now. He pulled back slightly and looked into her eyes.
"I'll be here if you need me, okay?" he said quietly.
She nodded slightly and stood up with him, and watched him walk down the stairs, before turning to look at Cristina and Alex.
"What do we do?" she asked, looking from one to the other.
"I called for them to-" Cristina started.
Meredith looked at her and nodded after a moment. She looked at Alex then at George.
"What do we do about him? We can't leave him in there," she said sadly.
"He won't move," Cristina said, stepping closer "I tried to get him to leave earlier, but he didn't even respond to me," she said, looking at him.
Meredith walked cautiously toward him. "George," she said quietly.
George was standing outside, and stared at Izzie as she opened the door. He stared at her for a moment before saying what he had felt for so long.
"I love you too,"
That had been it. In saying those 4 seemingly simple words, he opened a whole world of possibilities for them. Their road had been rocky, but they had made it. The beginning may not have seemed promising, but they overcame the odds.
He was standing in Meredith's living room, staring at the women he loved more than life itself. There she was, looking beautiful in her white dress. It wasn't extravagant, but she made it look like it was.
"Do you, Isobel Stevens, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the minister asked.
"I do," Izzie said, smiling brightly at George.
George smiled back, feeling as if he couldn't be happier. He loved this woman, and nothing could ever change that. He felt like he could take on the world at the very moment she said those two words.
"And do you George…..George…."
"George," Meredith said again, shaking him slightly.
George turned his head slightly to look at her. He looked at her blankly, before returning his gaze to Izzie.
"No, George!" she yelled, grabbing his face and forcing him to look at her. "Don't do this," she pleaded with him. "You have to snap out of it. I know you don't want to face it , but-"
"I can't," he said in a raspy voice as if he hadn't talked in a year. "I have to remember the past. The happy things," he said, looking back at Izzie.
"George," Meredith said, her eyes tearing up again. "They will be here soon. We can't be in here," she said, looking at Alex and Cristina.
George looked at Meredith angrily.
"They can't take her," he said, standing up, looking furious. "I won't let them."
"Listen, she can't stay there forever," Alex said, stepping toward George.
"Stay out of it Alex, you don't have a say in this," George said, looking at Alex.
"Look, I think you need to cool it," Alex said, getting irritated.
"What does it matter to you, you didn't love her!" George yelled.
Alex looked at George angrily.
"Don't you dare say I didn't love her! I cared about her more than-"
"Guys stop!" Meredith yelled, standing between them. "Is this anyway to act? Do you really think Izzie would want you two to argue like this?" she said, looking from on to the other.
George looked at Alex for a moment as his eyes watered.
"I just can't stand the pain," he said, tears rolling down his cheeks.
Meredith looked at George sadly, pulling him into a hug.
"It'll be okay," she whispered. "We'll all get through this together."
George closed his eyes as he hugged Meredith tightly. He didn't think he would be able to get through this, but he didn't feel up to arguing with her right now.
Meredith looked down as the coffin was being lowered into the earth. She felt a tear trickle down her cheek as Derek pulled her closer to him. She buried her face in his chest, not wanting anyone else to see her cry. He wrapped his free arm around her and tried to soothe her. This week had been the longest, hardest week of her life, and she just wanted it to be over. She looked up at Derek, silently telling him she wanted to go home. He nodded and turned around to walk her to the car. He opened her door and held the umbrella over her head as she stepped into the car. He shut her door and hurried over to his side. Once he was in, he set the umbrella in the back and looked at her.
"Your place?" he asked.
She nodded silently and stared out the window the whole way home. Once they were home, he turned the car off and looked at her.
"Do you want me to come in?" he asked.
Meredith was about to say no, but changed her mind.
"Derek," she said quietly, while still looking out the window.
"Yes," he said, afraid she was going to break up with him, or try to push him away like she had done so many times.
"Izzie was always so smart. Sometimes I think she knew things about me that I didn't even know," she said, watching the rain hit the window.
Derek sat there listening to her, wondering where exactly she was going with this.
"She told me to tell you how I really feel. She told me I didn't have forever. And she was right. I don't. We don't," she said, finally looking at him. "I love you Derek. I love you so much it scares me. It makes me want to scream and run, but I'm tired of running. I'm just so tired. So I'm taking her advice. I'm going to love you, and never, ever let you go," she said, her eyes watering once again.
Derek stared into her eyes, completely caught of guard by her sudden declaration of love. He smiled after a moment and leaned in, tilting her chin up slightly.
"I love you too," he said quietly, before kissing her with more passion than either of them had felt in a long time.
Cristina walked in the door behind Burke and took her coat off. She hadn't really spoken to him since the day Izzie had died. She hadn't really spoken to anyone for that matter. She preferred to keep to herself and be alone as much as possible. She hung her coat on the rack and kicked her shoes off. She was about to go lay in bed when Burke grabbed her hand to stop her.
"Cristina," he said, turning her around.
She looked up at him silently.
"Talk to me," he said, looking down at her.
She stared at him, still not saying a word.
"Cristina, you can't be silent forever," he said, wishing she would just say something.
"Why not?" she finally said, her eyes beginning to fill with tears.
"Because, it's not healthy. You have to talk sometime," he said sadly.
"I can't. If I talk, I think about it. I think about her. I think about how she will never talk to me again. God, she was always talking. She never shut up! We always fought over surgeries, and now we'll never-" her words were choked off as Burke pulled her into a hug. She didn't hug him back, but she willingly leaned on him and let him comfort her.
Addison was walking down the hall at the hospital when someone suddenly ran in front of her, blocking her path. She was about to yell at them, when she realized who it was.
"Why'd you leave the funeral so quickly?" he asked.
"Karev," she said, ignoring his question.
"Alex," he said, sick of them being so formal.
"Alex," she said, looking at him. He looked awful. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. "Is there something you need?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said, looking at her.
She looked at him questioningly before he grabbed her arm and forced her into the linen closet. He closed the door and turned around to look at her.
"Alex, what is it that you want?" she asked, even though she had a pretty good idea what it was.
"This," he said, walking toward her and crushing his lips on hers. It was rough at first, even needy. But it slowly turned into a long, deep, passionate kiss.
She put a hand on the back of his head, and kissed him back eagerly. After a few minutes she pulled away and looked at him, panting slightly.
"Alex, we can't keep doing this. We can't keep having these little make out session in closets, or the other things we've been-"
"I know," he said, looking at her.
"Well then why did you-"
"Because I don't just want little make out sessions," he said, looking at her intently. "I have feelings for you Addison, and I know damn well that I'm not the only one feeling this way," he said.
She sighed and looked away briefly. "Alex, we can't," she said.
"Why not? We're both adults, and if we feel the same way about each other, then why not?"
"You're emotional right now, it's understandable. I'm sure in a while you'll feel differently," she said, looking at him again.
"No. What happened-" he paused, getting a hold of his emotions, "What happened to Izzie, it made me see things differently. She made me see things differently. She made me realize that life is short. Life is short, and if I care about you like I do, then nothing should hold me back from being with you," he said.
Addison looked at him for a minute, not sure if she was making the right decision or not. She had no idea what the future held, but she knew he was right. They should live for right now. She looked into his eyes before stepping forward and kissing him hungrily.
He pulled back and chuckled softly. "I'll take that as a yes," he said.
She smirked and kissed him again, wanting him to just shut up and kiss her.
George stood there, in the pouring rain, looking down at the white coffin lying in the big hole in the ground. Izzie was in there. Izzie was lying in that cold box. He felt tears sting his eyes and angrily wiped them away. This wasn't fair. Izzie was a good person. She was the best damn person he knew, but yet she was gone. She was ripped away from him. Taken away from him forever.
"Damn it," he said, sinking to his knees. He fell to the mud and he put his head in his hands. "How could you leave me with out saying goodbye!" he yelled out. "I love you so much, how could you-" he couldn't say anymore. He sobbed uncontrollably. He felt like his heart had been smashed into a thousand pieces. He couldn't go on with out her. She was the love of his life and now she was gone. He would never smell her sweet perfume, see her beautiful smile, hear her great laugh, touch her perfect skin. He knew he promised her he would move on, but he didn't think he ever could. There was no coming back from this. He couldn't go on living with out her by side. He wasn't whole with out her, and he would never be whole again.
"George," he heard a familiar voice call out. He looked up to see Bailey walking toward him.
He looked back down, not wanting her to see him like this. "Go away!" he said harshly.
"George," she said again, now standing next to him.
"Go…away," he said, between sobs.
"George stand up," she said, sadly but firmly.
"I don't want to leave her," he said, looking at the coffin.
"There's nothing you can do for her by staying out in the rain," she said, trying to hold back the tears.
"I promised to take care of her," he said looking at Bailey.
"And you did the best you could," she said, looking at him sadly.
"Then why did this happen?" he yelled.
"Because this was out of your control. You couldn't protect her from this," she said, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"I feel like- like my heart was ripped out of my chest," he said, more tears sliding down his face. "I wish I was with her," he said, staring at her coffin.
"Don't," she said, afraid of what he might try to do if she left him there. "Izzie would not want you to think like that and you know it. You want to help her, get up and go home. She'd want you to go on living. She wouldn't have you dying on her account," she said, looking down at him seriously.
George looked down, trying to choke back the tears. He knew she was right, but he couldn't see himself leaving this spot.
"She loved you, and I know you love her, so get up and let me take you home," she said, taking a step back.
He sat there for a minute before slowly getting up. He looked down at the coffin for one last time and whispered "I love you. I'll never forget you." He turned around and looked at Bailey for a minute, before following her and going home.