I'm always wary of writing about religion, seeing as I'm not very religious myself, but I don't think this is too terrible. I don't own Grey's. O'Stevens friendship, although you can take it as having a romantic inkling if you'd like.
.x. Eden .x.
George looked at Izzie, his eyes examining her prom dress with an almost surgical attention to detail. From the color to the full skirt, it was without a doubt a dress worn to impress. Astound friends, families, and one very special boy.
And somehow that fact alone makes Denny's death so much more tragic. He watches her lying on the floor, eyes red and swollen from her long since past overflowing tear ducts, and he almost wants to cry. Not just for her and her fractured, broken heart, but also for the dress that never saw it's boy. He sits down and lies next to her, careful not to break the protective barrier he knows she's maintaining. They look at each other in silence for an unmeasured moment, the type of understanding quiet that could last a day before either one of them noticed.
"You know that light that comes through the clouds? The type where you could see the beam and all that stuff?" He didn't know what he was saying. For all of his experiences with the patients of families, he knew nothing about speaking to her. He couldn't tell her that there was an 'unforeseen complication' with clinical detachment, because to her, he wasn't a doctor or an intern or a surgeon. To Izzie, he was George. He was her best friend. And he should know what to say to her as they sat Shiva for her dead fiancé. "I…When I was a kid, my mom told me that those were all little rays of Heaven, and that you got to travel up one of those rays of sunshine when you died." He smiled slightly in spite of himself.
"My mom didn't believe in God. She told me He didn't exist."
"Did you believe her?"
"No, but I didn't not believe her, either." She was quiet for a bit, staring at the tiles of the bathroom they shared with Meredith. He thought back to jokes about Hello Kitty underwear and shouting matches over tampons and masculinity, and he wondered if that Izzie would ever really come back or if she'd always be a ghost of the girl he used to know. "It just got so much easier to say He wasn't there as I got older."
"Sometimes, the moments when it's hardest to believe in God are the moments when you feel like you need to believe in him the most." Izzie nodded, and he could see a new round of tears coming to her eyes. "You know, I, uh… I've been through medical school and I've taken higher-level classes, and I believe in evolution and the Big Bang theory, but, as crazy as it might seem, I still believe what my mom told me, too. And you know what else I believe?" She arched an eyebrow at him, the movement slow almost to the point of apathy. "I believe one of those sunbeams is for Denny."
She let out her first audible sob that he'd heard from her since they were in the hospital room and he reached out to hold her hand. He stroked her hair and wrapped an arm around her, feeling the strange sensation of her shaking shoulders against his.
"You're going to be alright," he tells her, and he really hopes it's true.