So this just got stuck in my head. I'm not a huge Callie fan, but I couldn't stand the thought of her getting punked out. Don't get me wrong, in the aftermath of Gizzie, she stole the show, but I wanted her to have more than cold fury that could have potentially ruined her career. Just a little yelling. J Rated for her salty worded thoughts and phrases!

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"I slept with Izzie."

That's when the most horrible silence crept in.

"I forgive you."

Of course she didn't forgive him. If he actually believed that bullshit, he had more problems than she thought. It was more like a desperate attempt of a desperate woman to save what she had fought so hard for.

She had always been the smartest, the strongest, the fastest. She was quicker, more cunning, more aggressive. Now, she felt the lowest, the fattest, the ugliest, compared to a bitchy, blonde, D-Cup Betty Crocker. All of her cunning and fight went to naught. Everything she once was, was now wasted.

Her whole life was in ruins at her feet in the hotel room they once shared. And George? He was just staring at her soulfully, woefully, like he could catch some piece he hadn't already cracked.

"You don't get to do this!"

"What, Callie?"

"You don't get to look at me like you are sad, or hurt! You don't feel bad, or you would not have done what you did!"

"Callie I was drunk, and not thinking…"

"But you're thinking now right? Because you are just itching to say more than you did. You love her! You are leaving me, not for guilt, but for her! I am not stupid, George, and word travels fast."

"I didn't plan it this way."

"That's right. You chose it. You are all sobered up, and drawing your line in the sand. Only this time I am the one getting fucked. At least figuratively speaking. I'm not her after all."

"You're right. This was my choice. Don't lay this all on Izzie."

"Defending her to the last? Is that how you are going down? Spare poor little Izzie any grief? Not this time. She made her choices too. She chose to perpetrate. To act like a slut when she laid down with you. She will try to play the card, but she's not a Meredith, because she knew all along that you were married. Izzie chose to be a bitch, and now she will be treated like a bitch."

"I do love her. I will defend her till I die. I am sorry if that hurts you, but even if it weren't for all of this, that would still be how it would be. She was my family from the start, and will always be. Lover or other."

It stung. She had unconsciously picked, and picked, until she got that moment of truth that she knew was hidden. Now that she had it, it simply stung. She had her truth. She had nowhere to go.

"I think you should leave."

"I think we should talk."

"I think you get no say. Leave."

She watched his retreating form. After he was long gone, she sank down to cry. Her only pride left was that she didn't let him see this. No tears for him. At least not to his face.

From now on, visions of his hot face during love making would be meshed with those of Izzie's self-satisfied smirks. Whenever they were sequestered she would always be wondering if they had. Her empty womb would one day ache, she was sure, when Izzie appeared full-bellied and smiling. It was like a macabre vignette that would play again and again when she closed her eyes.

Tonight she was a mess. Her marriage had taken it's last , rasping breath, and was done. She would allow herself this moment to be weak, and scared, but only tonight. Tomorrow, she would go to work with resolve. They weren't going to bring her down. Everyone would be talking, but she would prove her worth by being the better woman.

That's tomorrow, and now is now. She wrapped one of his shirts around her pillow, and laid down to cry.