So, Howdy! This is my first fic (that's a statement not an excuse) and I know it's a little clunky and very short. There is more to come but I want to see if this gets any response first or if it'll just disappear into some forgotten corner of the internet. Enjoy (hopefully!). Please review if you feel so inclined, constructive criticism is very welcome. Please don't flame!

It was odd, being here. It felt almost timeless yet his arrival was still clearly etched into his memory. He was met my Doc, who was still as aggressive as ever towards him, and Denny who looked exactly the same, if not a little wiser. His father was here too but he fazed in and out; his presence being temporal. Just like before, when he spent his days watching patients and carefully studying for signs of illness. He now spent his days watching out for his loved ones, his people and, like Denny once told Meredith, sometimes, just sometimes you can almost reach out and touch them.

In his life there were only seven women whom George O'Malley ever loved. The first was his high school sweetheart with whom he lost touch. During his first few days here, wherever here was, he searched for her and found her happily married with three adorable children; she was happy and with that reassurance he found he could close that particular chapter of his life.