A/N: I just felt the need to write this after the season was over. It's my way of trying to say good job to the producers, writers, actors and everyone involved- you created characters that we love.

Disclaimer: I don't own the show or the characters, just the words I put into their mouths.

"Tom, I don't know what to say. I don't even know what to think or feel anymore."

"So don't say anything, don't think about anything. Just feel," he whispered. "Just feel the love and the loss."

"Normally I'm the one comforting other people about their losses. I don't know how to deal with this," she bit her lip, trying to hold back tears. "I don't want to deal with this."

"You have to deal with this. I wouldn't be your friend if I let you bottle up all of your grief. Think about Camille and Amanda, they will need you too. The best medicine is to grieve. Grieve together, grieve separately but you need to grieve. You won't be over it tomorrow or next week. The pain is never going to go away but eventually you will learn to live with it. Christina, you are a strong woman and this won't break you but you do have to deal with it."

"Thanks Tom. You are a good doctor and a good friend. I know you did everything you could to save Michael. Thank you."

"Hey, you did a good job too. We did what we could but you know we can't save everyone though we wish we could. Take some time off, as much as you need. Spend time with your family and rejoice in the life you live."

"Thanks Tom. I'll be back soon, I know you can't run this place without me," she sniffed.

"I'm looking forward to the peace we'll have without you butting heads with Morrissey every other day." It was a lame joke and he didn't put much effort into it. "Is there anything I can do for you before you go? Call you a cab or something?"

She looked up into his caring eyes and the tears just started rushing down her cheeks. She sobbed and just leaned toward him. When she had calmed enough to leave, she realized that he had sat her down on the couch in his office. Tom had held while she'd cried all her tears. "Thank you," she whispered again as she left.

"You're welcome."

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"When Michael died, I felt as though nothing would ever be okay. My heart had been ripped from my chest, the top right corner torn off. It had been stomped on and crumpled into a little ball. Everyone's condolences felt like they were trying to mend my broken heart with scotch tape or in Tom's case surgical silk." Christina took a deep breath before continuing, "It's been a year since he died and some days it feels like it was only yesterday. We are here tonight to remember him how he'd want us to, by drinking my cranberry vodkas, except you Camille, you can have the sparkling cider." She raised her glass. "To Michael, may your soul always rest in peace."

"To Michael."

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