"…they will see us waving from such great heights, come down now, they'll say, but.."

George's singing is interrupted by the accusing stares coming from the three girls in the parked car with him.

They are parked outside of a church, Meredith is still in the driver's seat and Callie is still sitting between Cristina and George in the backseat.

"…what?"

"Bambi--"

Cristina begins, making Callie and Meredith snort a laugh.

"Don't call me Bambi."

"You don't like Bambi? I'll have to find you a name."

"I have a name. Call me George."

Ignoring him, she changes the subject.

"Why are we waiting in the car again? I feel like a dog--or a small child."

"Because--"

Meredith answers.

"--she wants to be alone when she says goodbye."

"So, why are we here then?"

"Moral support."

"Meredith, how much moral support can you offer from all the way over here? Must be an Izzie thing--like her baking. Izzie's weird."

Callie sits back in her seat, her head thrown back. George is making popping noises with hi mouth, and Cristina is sitting with her feet propped up on the back of the passenger seat.

"I'm going to need a BIG meal after this. I'm starving."

She says, looking over at George and frowning.

"O'Malley--stop that."

Ignoring her, he continues. Angry, she reaches over Callie and smacks his thigh. He looks at her, his eyes in a squint.

"Ow."

She hisses at him. Soon after, Meredith opens the car to the driver's seat.

"I need to stretch my legs."

She steps out of the car as Callie looks up and considers the same.

"Me too. My ass is a asleep."

She climbs on top of George, opens the car door and steps out.

Outside, Callie walks a few steps down the rode with Meredith, side by side, in silence.

"Callie, have you ever…you know, gotten involved with a patient?"

Callie is taken off guard by the question.

"Um, no. I don't think so."

"You don't think so? You can't be sure?"

"Well, besides the occasional flirting, I've never stopped a patient's heart then become engaged to him after getting him a heart. So, I guess not. Why?"

"I was just--I mean, what does it take to know you're in love with someone? I mean, Izzie hardly knew this guy and they never even--I mean, you want to think sex isn't a factor but…I don't know."

"Well, I don't know. I mean, I know what you mean. As much as you want to think that sex is only the frosting on the cake, it helps doesn't it?"

Meredith nods in response.

"Imagine never being able touch the person you love--I think that sometimes, you just know. I mean, I don't know what happened between Izzie and Denny but, sometimes you meet someone and you just--know. You might not spend the rest of your life with that person but there's a familiarity and a freshness and--I don't know, FEAR. It's like being in line for a roller coaster."

She feels Meredith looking at her as they walk and she suddenly blushes.

"Well, that was embarrassing."

"No! No. I was just thinking that, I agree with you."

They walk in silence for a few more moments until they come across a bench under a tree, and they can see in the distance Izzie standing off to the side as a few people stand around Denny's grave.

"So, was it like that for you with George?"

Meredith asks as she and Callie sit on the bench.

"Um…"

Callie begins, avoiding her gaze.

"I'm sorry. That's personal."

"No, no. It's just--"

"No, I know. I treat you like Ebola and now I'm asking you all these questions…"

"It's not that. I like that you're trying. It's nice. I can tell you this, I don't see him like you do. George is sweet and considerate and he's just a such a great guy."

"Well, then I guess we do see him the same way."

She smiles at her.

"I guess so."

"But don't tell him that. He'll never let me forget I ever said it."

A few moments of silence go by and Callie bites the inside of her cheek and turns to Meredith.

"Was it like that with you and Shepherd?"

Meredith laughs.

"No."

"But then it was, right?"

"I don't know, I'm not sure."

"Have you talked to him?"

"No, yes, well, sort of."

"Sort of?"

"Well, he cornered me at the--he told me he loved me."

"Oh."

"I didn't--say anything. I just…called him a jackass."

"Hmm. Very grown-up of you."

"Yeah. I'm so sick of him."

"You're sick of him being married."

Meredith looks at Callie for a minute then nods.

"Yeah."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. Nothing, I guess. He's married. I've decided I'm done with that part of it. As long as he's married, I don't want to know about him. What would you do? What would you do if George was suddenly married?"

"What do you mean IF? He's married to you guys."

She laughs and Meredith looks concerned.

"Callie, I'm really--"

"For get it. I'm over it. But to answer your question, I think that if George turned out to be married--I'd…I don't know, to be honest, what I'd do. I'd be incredibly…crushed and I wouldn't know what to do. So, I guess that didn't solve your problem, did it?"

They both laugh again and they turn around when they hear George and Cristina run toward them and sit on the bench.

"I think they're done."

George says, putting his arm around Callie. They all look down the field and see that the crowd around the tomb has walked off, including Izzie, who is now walking toward her friends.

"She looks awful."

Cristina says and they all look at her in disbelief.

"Awful, like sad, I mean."

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another short one guys, let me know waht you think! I've been kind of busy writing other things but I'm getting organised! I hope I'm not losing you on this one!