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.2.

Beg

My feathered carriage waits
for me in your longing wake
Deliver me from my heart's ache

And when my silver moon
shall turn to a softer blue
perhaps I will have rescued you

I beg the sky...I beg the moon
May I become your wings
May I become your wings

-Lisbeth Scott

Cristina awoke the next morning with dried eyes and a hand on her head. She had fallen asleep at Burke's bedside, his fingers combing through her hair.

"I'm sorry," she whispered and kissed him on the forehead. Cristina straightened herself up and walked out of the room. She needed to get her act together before she was the one that fell.

Derek glanced at the back of the trailer from the corner of his eye. He picked up the bourbon and poured it in his coffee cup. Derek took a long drink. He gulped half the cup down before refilling it.

"I have an early surgery!" Derek called out. He picked up his bag, keys, and bourbon filled travel cup and walked out the door.

Addison stepped into the tiny kitchen and picked up the empty coffee pot. Who was Derek fooling? No coffee had been made. Addison reached up and opened the liquor cabinet. The scotch was almost empty and the bourbon bottle was missing.

"Derek, what are you doing to yourself?"
Addison slammed the cabinet shut and went back into the bedroom.

"Adele, it's Addison. Can you meet me for breakfast?"

Addison hung up the phone. She sat down on the bed and held her head in her hands.

Alex woke up alone. He was confused. Where did Izzie go?

"What are you doing here?" Izzie asked breezing back into her room. Her blonde hair was pulled into a wet bun on the top of her head. She was dressed in scrubs.

Alex quirked a brow at her.

"Izzie, are you- -."

"It's 7:30. We're going to be late. I want to stop in to see Denny before our shift."

"Izzie," Alex began. he moved off the bed. Izzie smiled at him.

"You can borrow some scrubs from George. Come on. I baked some muffins for Denny." Izzie turned and bounced from the room.

"Izzie!"

"What's going on?" George asked peeking his head out of his bedroom door. Callie's head appeared behind George's.

Meredith walked out of the bathroom, pulling her hair into a ponytail.

"Hurry up, guy!" Izzie called from downstairs.

"She won't listen. She's in denial. It's like she has blocked out last night."

"I'm driving!" Izzie shouted up. "I don't want Denny's muffins to get cold."

"Oh god, she really doesn't remember," Callie said.

"I wish I had that," Meredith muttered under her breathe.

"What do we do?" George asked.

" I don't know, but I'm taking Izzie to the hospital," Alex answered.

"Alex!" George and Meredith hissed in horror of the idea.

"Look, Izzie is blocking everything out. She is not going to listen to a word we say! I don't want her driving if it hits her on the road," Alex reasoned. He stormed down the hall and down the stairs with Meredith behind him.

Callie, George and Meredith looked at each other nervously. Ever since they piled into the car, ALL Izzie could talk about was Denny.

"I cannot believe I am getting married! Me married!" Izzie squealed. " Denny is everything I have ever dreamed of. He's smart. He's caring. Did you know that he is a marine biologist? I love him! I love him so much."

"You don't say," Meredith replied.

Alex tensed. He rolled out his shoulders. This was killing him.

"Should we have a winter or summer wedding? Fall weddings are always nice. I once modeled wedding gowns. I wonder if I can call my old agent and find out the designer's name. I once modeled this beautiful lace sheath gown. It would be perfect! How do you guys feel about the color coral or peach? Or lilac? A periwinkle would be lovely too. I have to call my cousin Katie. This is going to be great guys. I cannot wait to tell Denny!" Izzie gushed.

"I think periwinkle would be a beautiful color, Izzie," Callie remarked.

Meredith and George shot her a look. She shrugged.

"Thanks Callie!" Izzie grinned and continued to babble on.

"What was that?" George mumbled in her ear.

"I don't want to crush her. The impact is going to hard when she remembers," Callie whispered.

George and Meredith sighed. Izzie was going to shatter all over again and there was nothing they could do about it.

Addison tapped her nails on the glass café table on the hospital patio. Adele had offered to bring coffee and croissants for breakfast. Apparently croissants were Camille's favorite. Adele had been baking them when Addison called. Addison was not going to pass up fresh baked goods. Nope, definitely not after the night she had, had. Addison had spent the night watching her husband drink. He had thought she was sleeping. No, Addison was laying in the dark watching Derek nurse glasses of scotch. She was relieved that her husband could hold his liquor or he would be a terrible mess. But her husband was a terrible mess.

"How are you doing, Addison?" Adele asked, pulling Addison from her thoughts.

Addison sighed.

"That bad?"

"My husband is about to drown. And I don't think there is anything I could do for him."

"Scotch?"

"Scotch, bourbon…Adele, what do I do?"

"You let him crash and burn, Addison."

Those in the halls turned to stare at Isobel Stevens as she practically skipped down the hallway. The look on her face and her friends' faces told the observers that Izzie had no recollection of the night before. Perhaps that was a blessing in disguise. Izzie greeted all she passed with a giant grin.

"Stevens!" Bailey gasped at the sight of the happy blond.

"Dr. Bailey, I'm getting married!" Izzie announced.

"Izzie--" Bailey began.

"Dr. Bailey! Can I talk to you over here for a minute," Callie interrupted.

Miranda nodded, her eyes never leaving Izzie.

"She doesn't remember ANYTHING," Callie confided.

"Nothing? She doesn't remember anything?" Bailey inquired. Callie shook her head.

"Oh, Izzie.."

Derek yawned and poured himself another cup of coffee. He had not slept the night before. He was too numbed to sleep. All he could think about was the feel of Meredith's skin and her walking out with Finn. Derek downed another cup of coffee.

He had drowned his sorrows in drinks all night. Addison had watched him. He had spent months looking down on her. Then he went and cheated on her with Meredith, again. He wasn't sorry though. No, Derek was not sorry for loving Meredith and choosing Addison.

God, he was a bastard.

Derek poured himself another cup. So far he had performed one surgery. He needed to do his rounds, check on Burke, drink more coffee and perform another surgery. Avoiding Meredith Grey was on top of his to do list. It was at that thought, he saw Meredith pass by from the corner of his eye. He suddenly felt the craving for something mixed with his coffee. He wondered where Debbie kept the Bailey's Irish Crème.

"Where's Denny?" Izzie demanded in the middle of the empty hospital room. The maniacal gleam returned to her eye. "Where is Denny?" Izzie repeated.

No one answered her. Her friends all turned their eyes to the floor.

"Is he in surgery? Is he in surgery and no one told me? I am his fiancée! I should be told these things," Izzie rambled. She moved to walk out when the Chief stepped in.

"Dr. Stevens--"

"Oh, no. Something happened. Where's Denny? Is he all right? Is he okay? You have to take me to him. He needs me. I want to be there when he wakes up," Izzie continued.

"Izzie," Bailey started, moving towards the blond. Izzie shook her head furiously. "Denny's gone, honey."

"Gone?" Izzie whispered. Tears pricked at her eyes. "What do you mean gone?"

Bailey stepped closer to Izzie. She took Izzie's hands in hers.

"Izzie, Denny died. He died last night. Honey, Denny had a stroke."

"No! NO! You're lying! You just don't want us together! But we don't care about the rules, Dr. Bailey! We love each other! We're getting married!"

Bailey shook her head. Izzie looked to her friends in search of some hope. They didn't look at her. Fear crept up Izzie's spine.

"No. No.. No. NO!" Izzie shrieked. She shoved past Bailey, the chief, and Alex. Izzie took off with the sound of her friends calling out her name.

"IZZIE! IZZIE"

Addison and Adele heard being shouted as Izzie passed them by. Addison rose from her chair and hurried after the distraught woman. Izzie and Addison may have had a rocky relationship, but Addison Shepherd cared a great deal for her protégé. Addison caught up with Izzie at the end of the path. Izzie was hunched over sobbing. Addison wrapped her arms around the young woman. Izzie allowed Addison to hug her. She leaned into the embrace.

"He's gone. He's gone," Izzie cried over and over again. Addison leaned her head on Izzie and rubbed her back.

"I know, Izzie. I know." Addison could not think of anything else to say.