Meredith didn't have any exciting cases for him today, so for a while George just lingered around the hospital to buy some time. Then he finally did it; he paged her. Not two minutes later did she find him. Too excited to see him, mind you. She screeched his name from down the hall and everyone looked in their direction. If she was going to be like this now… they had to go in a room or something. Before he could protest, she quickly swept him in for a tight hug.

"Heeeyy Izzie. Why don't we go in the conference room?" He ushered her inside, trying to act normal for all the peering eyes around them.

"What's up?! How's your shoulder? I saw you at the drill today, but I don't think you saw me really. I'm sure you were worried about recording the drill and all." George close the door behind them, just in case.

"Yeah… Callie said it should be fine after it heals up. Still a little sore, you know, hurt like a mother when she set it."

"Aww. You should have called me! I would have come here and distracted you. Honestly, I got a little worried George, when you never came home last night I wasn't sure what happened to you. You didn't call or text, or anything."

George slowly turned away from Izzie and went to the other side of the table. He wasn't too sure on his choice of words, but he did not want to be too close to her in case she decided to physically berate him. Okay, ease gently…. "Sorry, it really wasn't a big deal. Callie actually helped me a lot."

"Oh. Sh-she did?"

"Yeah… that's part of the reason why I paged you." He paused, took a deep breath, and noticed how eager she looked. Why was he scared? She was, well is, his best friend… he should be able to tell her anything and everything. And yet, it was just as hard, if not harder, than he anticipated.

Crap. Here it comes. Don't say you picked her George. Don't say it. Don't say it. Don't say it.

"Callie and I talked about a lot of stuff last night. Well, first she came to the house to talk about getting a divorce…" Old news. Izzie heard their whole conversation. Little did they know her ear was firmly pressed against the office door the whole time. Izzie didn't even have to be in the room and she could tell that he was longing for Callie. She knew that tone he had in his voice… the tone he used to use with her back in the day.

As Izzie was remembering the last nights events, George continued to talk. It wasn't until he actually said the words that she snapped back. "And after seeing and talking to her, I realized… I'm still in love with her. Turns out she's still in love with me too."

Okay, Izzie was past eagerness. She was shocked. She figured something went on last night, but how could he… "Wait, you love her?"

"I know it might seem sudden and totally out of the blue, but we want to make it work. You know? I missed her, a ton, after we split and-"

"You MISSED her?!"

"Well, yeah… why are you looking at me like that?"

"Wasn't it not two weeks ago when you declared your love to ME?! How does that work! You can't love two completely different people George! Not at the same time… and you missed her. When? Huh? Was it when you were laying alone at night in your sleeping bad, or was it when you were laying in my bed next to me?"

"Why are you buggin so damn much?"

"I'm buggin George because you're, you're my best friend and I'm in love with you. I'm buggin because we were thinking about a future together. I mean, you left her for me. Doesn't that say something right there? I don't think you really love her, I think you love the idea of her. She has money, she has brains, she has the success-"

"NO! No, I loved the idea of you Izzie. I left her because, well I never had two beautiful women fighting over me before."

"Oh, nice one George."

"No, that's not only why… Callie, she's my life partner. The other half of me. And you, you're like my high school sweetheart who then becomes your friend. Because you understand each other and have history. I still love you Izzie. I'm just—not in love with you. And I'm sorry it took me an affair to realize it, but like we said before. It's not our chemistry. Honestly, and I'm not saying this to hurt you, but I don't think I ever fell out of love with her. Even when you and I were together.I think there is a part of me that always knew Callie was the one, but for some reason I listened to you more. You were saying how much you loved me and how amazing we could be, and how we are perfect... it was just too good to be true. Callie and I are real. We are real flawed people who desperatly love each other."

"I'm not flawed enough for you?"

"Izzie... come on. Don't blame yourself. You know how important you are to me. But Callie is my wife. I don't want to leave her."

"And you think you have what it takes?"

"Yes. If we didn't, I would not be standing here having this conversation with you! As bad as this may sound, I think we needed to split to realize just how perfect we are."

"I see. Well, I'm sorry George, I think she's a great doctor, but I don't think she is great for you. Tell me George, tell me how many times you came running to me before we slept together complaining, whining about something Callie did or said, or whatever. I'll tell you, too many times to count! You can't be committed to someone you find annoying!"

"Callie is not the annoying one right now."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

George was getting frustrated. She was not hearing his side of things. Izzie is stubborn naturally, but this was getting ridiculous. "Look, I'll admit I married her party because of my dad. That's what he wanted for me. Callie. And we were still, learning things, about each other after we went to Vegas. But now, I don't care about all those little things! If anything, they made her more perfect. More, human. You have to love someone despite all their flaws."

"Duh George. I still love you even though you kiss like a chicken."

"What?"

"Every time you kissed me it was like you were a chicken pecking at your food on the dirt!"

"Oh yeah! Well, you… you hover! Not once did I have a moment alone when we were, you know, a couple. Not even on the toilet!"

"ARGH! I can't take this anymore! You know what, I hope you and Callie stay together just for the fact that I won't have to deal with you anymore George O'Malley!" With that said, Izzie stormed off out of the room.

As she walked away George yelled back, "Well thank you for your support! Ex-best friend!"

George pulled out a chair and sat down. He tried to reason with Izzie, tried to explain, calmly, why they did not work as lovers and why him and Callie did; he tried to be cool with the whole thing, but now… now he was enraged. Izzie pissed him off. Plain and simple. Screw her. Who needs her? Not George O'Malley, so sir. I could care less about Izzie Stevens. That ship has totally sailed off into the sunset. And I certainly don't kiss like a chicken damn it!!

When Izzie reached the lounge, she let out another "argh" and punched a cubby. Hurt her hand a bit too. She could care less about her hand though. She sat down on the bench and ran her fingers through her hair; no tears were coming, she wasn't really sad, just hurt. Just plain hurt that the man she loves, who loved her back not only two weeks ago, was married. Again. George was her best friend for a while now, she accepted the fact that they did not work as lovers, really she did. But she did not accept George and Callie's marriage the first time, why would she accept it now? How could she… how could he.

"So, you know too?" Izzie almost jumped off the bench, totally not expecting to hear anyone else's voice.