Kendel and Kayli are the loves of my life... happy kendy?

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.7.

Calling All Angels

Izzie woke up to sounds of laughter from the kitchen. Laughter made her bitter. Why did Meredith and George get to laugh when all she wanted to do was scream? She pulled the covers over her head and brooded.

However, someone else had other plans.

Meredith nudged Finn up the stairs. He knew the hell Izzie was living. He also knew how to make orgasm inducing muffins.

"Izzie?" Meredith said, peeking her head into the door. "Iz, Finn is going to hang out for a little while. George and I are leaving. He cooked us breakfast. You really need to try his muffins."

"Go away," Izzie muttered. She tried to ignore the delicious smell from above her. She peeked her head out to find Finn holding a yummy looking muffin. Her hand shot up to pull the muffin into her cocoon of blankets.

"You may leave."

Meredith wanted to protest. Finn shook his head and signaled for Mer to go.

"I'll watch Izzie," he mouthed. Meredith smiled and kissed him quickly on the lips. She grinned as she walked out the door. It almost felt so right to kiss Finn goodbye.. As if it was a routine.

Finn took a seat on the floor against the door. He looked at his watch. He had sometime till he had to open up the office.

His heart went out to Izzie. He was no stranger to the loss of someone he loved. Liz had been his soul mate. He had never and would never know a love like that. Although, he did not dismiss of finding a great love again. He knew the sort of darkness a tragedy such as losing Denny brought along. He was lucky enough to have had people to understand the pain of losing your other half.. Which was why Finn Dandridge was sitting on the floor of his girlfriend's roommates bedroom with a plate of muffins in his lap.

"You're still there, aren't you?" Izzie asked.

"Yup."

"These muffins are really good."

"Thank you, it was my wife's recipe."

"Wife?"

"She died two years ago."

"So then you know?"

"Yes, I know."

"Will it ever get better?"

"You never stop loving them or missing them, but there is a change yes."

"I really love him."

Izzie reached out for another muffin.

"How are your blueberry muffins?"

The rumor mill at Seattle Grace was abuzz with talk of the Shepherds. Many of the hospital big mouths had witnessed Derek's drunken behavior the night before. However, it was the amount of make up on Addison Shepherd's face that caused the most stir.

Alex Karev was no stranger to the signs of abuse. He had seen his mother apply make up on a new bruise almost daily. He would have never thought Derek to be a violent drunk until he saw Addison checking in the mirror. This took him back.

"Dr. Shepherd?"

Addison snapped her compact shut and turned to her intern.

"Yes?"

"It helps to put green cover up than the neutral before your concealer and foundation," he replied and walked off to prep a patient for surgery.

Addison watched him go in horror.

"Thank you, Dr. Karev," she whispered. Addison reopened her compact. Was the bruise that bad?

Derek did his best to ignore all those around him. He only spoke to people when it was necessary. He could feel their eyes burning him with their gazes and questions.

He could not stand to look at himself. He had hit Addison. He had degraded her. Derek had never hit a woman before. His parents did not raise him to act in such a way. He came from a close knit, respectable Irish family. Memories of last night tormented him.

He could not fathom himself being a violent drunk. Derek had once been a carefree drunk. He was the fun one! Had his deep rooted issues with Addison and Meredith sent him into that dark of a place?

He didn't know. He swore to himself he wouldn't drink again. That was until he saw Meredith, standing in a corner with a phone to her ear giggling. He suddenly wanted to feel the taste of tequila down his throat. The burn had been his comfort. One drink would be okay..

NO. Derek shook himself of such thoughts and disappeared around a corner. He was not going to do it again.

"Derek hit Addison? You have got to be kidding me!" Meredith gasped. The interns minus one were sitting around their table discussing the gossip of the day. "Derek wouldn't hit a woman.

"Look, I know what I saw. She-Shepherd has a shiner beneath all that make up," Alex said.

"There has to be some other explanation!" Meredith cried.

Cristina shrugged. "Mer, he was smashed pretty badly last night. I heard Debbie telling Tyler that he threw a fit when Joe cut him off."

Meredith shook her head there was no way… Meredith eyes shot to Addison as the tall red head walked out to the patio with Miranda Bailey by her side.

"I don't want to eat anymore," she whisper. Meredith could spot a bruise anywhere. It wasn't so long ago that she had been slapped around by a drunken boyfriend.

"I think I am going to be sick."