A/N: Ok, here's the deal. I had originally planned this to be a two-shot but as I was writing this second half, I came up with a different way to end it so this has turned into a three-shot now. XD There's a lot more angst in this version but I think it's justified. Anyways, here's the second chapter. As I said, it's filled with Teddy/Henry angst so prepare yourself. I hope you like it. Read and enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I may own this scene but Grey's Anatomy and all its characters belong to Shonda Rhimes.

Chapter 2

Henry sat on his couch, willing his eyes to shoot daggers at the TV in front of him. He always considered himself to be a pretty level-headed guy. There wasn't much that set him off but even if that happened, his outburst was pretty tame by most standards. However, given his current condition, he was certain that if he ever reached the threshold of his tolerance, his outburst would be anything but tame. As it was, he was teetering dangerously close to the edge separating irritation and pure, unadulterated anger.

It had been a day since he gave Teddy the divorce papers and walked out of her life and in that time there hadn't been one moment that he hadn't spent thinking about her. He knew he was just torturing himself but he honestly couldn't find it in him to simply forget about her.

Not that she was making it any easier. She had called his cell three times and left two voicemails earlier that day while he was out running errands before he had the sense to turn off his phone to keep himself from hurling it to the ground. When he arrived back home, another voicemail was waiting for him on his landline which he promptly deleted without even bothering to listen to it. A few seconds later, the phone started ringing but he managed to rip out the line before it rang twice. He then grabbed the last three beers in his fridge, which he only ever touched whenever the Mariners were playing, and deposited himself on the couch.

That had been hours ago but little had changed since then. The slight buzz from the beer had long since faded and he now found himself wishing that he kept stronger alcohol in the apartment. In front of him, the TV was tuned to the A's vs. the Giants but he paid little attention to the game and simply stared at the screen without actually taking in what was going on. Instead, the only thing he seemed to be able to focus on was her and it was driving him absolutely insane.

A sudden series of loud knocks on his door broke him from his thoughts. He knew there was only one person who could possibly be on the other side and sure enough, he heard her voice echoing in the hallway a moment later.

"I know you're in there, Henry. Just open the damn door."

The knocks resumed and he was half-tempted to shut himself in his room until she decided to go away. However, knowing her, the chances of that were extremely slim.

Exhaling loudly through his nose, he set his empty beer bottle on the coffee table before dragging himself to the door and flinging it open.

"Can I help you?"

Teddy stared back at him, her mouth drawn into a taut line. "Do you not believe in telephones anymore or something?" she asked before slipping past him into his apartment without waiting for an invitation.

His jaw clenched and his hands balled into fists. He was about two steps away from punch a hole through his wall. "What are you talking about?" Closing the door, he turned to see her standing by the counter.

"Phones, Henry. I'm talking about phones. Because I've been calling you all day but you seem to have fallen off the face of the earth."

"Well, maybe that should tell you something." He held his ground by the door and looked at her evenly. The night that he had walked away, he had fully convinced himself that it was the last time he was going to see her. And yet, here she was, standing in his apartment two days before she was supposed to leave. Life certainly had cruel ways of torturing him.

He sighed and rubbed his temples. "Look, why are you here? Is there a problem with the paperwork? 'Cause according to my lawyer, having no assets makes this whole process extremely painless." Bullshit.

His question seemed to derail her steely resolve as she blinked several times in rapid succession. "There's nothing wrong with the paperwork."

"Then what the hell is this about?"

"The fact that you even got the papers in the first place." she shot back, taking a step forward. "What, did you think that you'd just draw up the papers and expect me to sign them, no questions asked? You don't file for divorce and not talk about it first."

"We talked."

"No, you talked. Now, it's my turn."

He raised his eyes to the ceiling and scoffed, incredulous. "This isn't even a real marriage. I figured you'd appreciate the initiative."

"Oh, is that what you're calling it? 'Initiative?'"

"What the hell do you care anyway? It's a business deal, right? So, why don't you just sign them and get on with your life with Andrew? He probably has traumatized people in Germany that need saving." It killed him more than he could describe to say those words but he needed to get her out of his head.

"Will you just shut up about Andrew?" she snapped, her voice rising. "This has nothing to do with him."

"He asked you to go to Germany and you said yes. This has everything to do with him." It was taking all his control to keep his anger from completely boiling over. He closed his eyes and took a breath and when he spoke, his voice was dangerously quiet. "Just sign the papers. And leave me alone." He brushed past her, hoping she'd take the hint.

She didn't. "Tell me why."

He turned back around to face her and for a second, he saw something flash in her brilliant green eyes. "Why what?"

She took another step towards him. "Why I should sign our relationship away. Or why you decided to go ahead with this without even asking me. Or why you're being such an ass about this. Take your pick 'cause I'm dying to know the answers to any of those questions."

There was a beat of silence.

"It wasn't your decision to make."

"It's my damn insurance. Look, I get that you want to move forward or whatever since you're getting your own insurance again but—"

At this, the unstable damn that had been holding back his emotions finally gave way and he stepped forward until he was merely inches away from her. "Is that what you think? That this is about the insurance? I couldn't give a slightest damn about your insurance. I gave you up because I wasn't gonna watch as I lost you to a goddamn knight in shining freaking armor." The weight of his admission fell heavily between them and he watched as her face seemed to slacken with realization. "I fell in love with you, Teddy." he said quietly when the silence became unbearable. "And it very well might've been the stupidest thing I've ever done but I can't do anything about it now." He paused. "So I need you to get out. Sign the papers, go to Germany, and just leave me the hell alone."

Silence.

"No."

"Teddy." he growled through gritted teeth.

"We're not done talking about this."

"Teddy, just get out."

"You're not listening to me, Henry."

"Teddy!"

"Will you shut up?"

"Damn it, Teddy!"

He crashed his lips to hers, losing whatever self-control he had left. Her body stiffened at his sudden movement and he felt her hands shoot up to his stomach as she pushed back against him but he resisted, coaxing her lips apart with his own instead. A moment later, she visibly relaxed, seemingly melting into his arms as he hooked them around her waist, bringing her flush against him. Her tongue shot into his mouth and he inhaled sharply at the intrusion but he couldn't possibly bring himself to mind. Taking a step forward, he pinned her against the wall and took no notice when a soft gasp escaped her mouth. He drank her in, committing her every feature to memory. Her peppermint-tasting lips, her dexterous fingers desperately clawing at his chest, the silkiness of her wavy blond hair, the sweetness of her skin. He took every sensation and locked it away, knowing he would never have a chance to do so again. He would've given anything to remain in this moment but he needed to let her go as much as it killed him to do so. Using every ounce of will power he had, he pulled away but leaned his forehead against hers, his left hand leaving her hip to open the door next to them.

"Get out." he breathed, his voice breaking slightly with the effort, before gently pushing her into the hallway and closing the door after her.

Taking a steadying breath, he turned around and leaned back against the door, allowing his eyes to close on their own accord, the taste of her lips still lingering on his. Damn the VHL. Teddy Altman was going to be the death of him.

A/N: VHL, from what I gathered from the season finale, is the abbreviation for Von Hippel Lindau (it's actually what Andrew calls Henry when they meet). I hope I didn't scare you away with all that angst haha. I'm just drawing out the drama a little bit longer. But the happiness is coming soon. I struggled a bit with this especially writing Henry since I haven't had experience writing him before so I think he comes off a little OOC in this. I'm not too happy with that but I did my best. As always, tell me what you think because I really do love hearing them. I'll post the final part as soon as I can. :)