Disclaimer: Unfortunately, all of the characters of Grey's Anatomy belong to Shonda Rhimes and ABC. (Trust me, if I controlled anything McSteamy would be in a suit far more often. Sigh.)

There were a lot of things Izzie Stevens thought of herself, but that she was insecure, well, that definitely wasn't one of them.

She'd been beautiful (in the obvious, model way) for quite some time now. Men often turned to look as she walked past. Though over the years it had become more of a nuisance than a compliment, she still enjoyed the attention every once in a while.

Even as an intern, with Dr. Bailey of all people as her resident, Izzie still managed confidence in her medical abilities.

So considering all of her long-instilled feelings of security, Izzie, sitting in the deserted church of Cristina and Burke's almost-wedding, was very confused as to how she'd become so completely unsure.

Since arriving at Seattle Grace her relationships with Meredith and Cristina had been complicated at best. They had one another and she had George, and while sometimes the two groups of friends were one unit, for the most part Izzie felt like an outsider amongst the girls. Cristina and Meredith understood one another in a way that she felt she never would

Alex was complicated too. He had at first been the asshole, then the friend slash lover, then the asshole again with the whole Syph Nurse disaster...and now she wasn't quite sure where Alex stood with her but things had certainly taken a turn for the better, post-Denny.

George. Lately, Izzie didn't like to spend a lot of time thinking about the George situation. At night when she lay at home in bed she wondered if she truly loved him like she said he did.

Okay, it wasn't that she didn't love him. He was her best friend. But could that love have been born of her insane jealousy of Callie?

Shit. She'd said it. Or thought it anyway.

Izzie was jealous of Callie.

Izzie is jealous of Callie.

At the time when she'd needed her best friend the most he'd focused on developing his relationship with someone who she still believed was completely wrong for him.

Meredith was all...McCrazy. (Plus the whole drowning thing.)

Cristina had her Colin Marlow/Burke drama. Not to mention the stress she was under with the approach of the wedding.

And she wasn't going to allow herself to lean on Alex yet.

So she missed George.

There was no one else.

And then she'd slept with George.

Huge mistake.

But it wasn't just Izzie and George.

Over the past few months things had managed to go to hell for everyone at Seattle Grace.

Meredith, usually good with all things Cristina, was out of ideas. She didn't know what to do about the figure laying slumped beside her on the bed.

The bed she had once shared (still did share? Who knew) with Burke.

Bastard.

Her brain was working overtime to come up with something light and non-philosophical to say when the doorbell rang.

Thank God.

She stole a glance at the figure before shuffling, still in her dress, to the door.

"I-I don't want to see anyone. Especially my mother!" Cristina yelled from the bedroom.

"It's Izzie."

Cristina groaned, "That might be worse."

Meredith opened the door wide enough to reveal her small frame.

"Look, Iz…she's still-"

She had forgotten to account for the fact that Izzie was much stronger than she, and probably less exhausted (breaking up with Derek and watching her best friend fall apart over the past couple of hours had taken it's toll).

This battle clearly lost, Meredith wondered if, after Denny, Izzie would be the one to know what to do.

How her friend had already made it to the foot of the bed was beyond Meredith's comprehension.

"Seriously?"

Izzie nudged the underside of the bed with her foot and reached down to pick up a medium-sized duffel.

Pause.

"Are you seriously crying over Burke?"

She at random chose a drawer containing some of Cristina's clothes and began carefully folding them into the bag.

Meredith hesitantly observed from the doorway.

Cristina's figure still hadn't moved and Meredith considered that she might have fallen asleep.

"You don't cry, and honestly it's freaking me out. Get dressed."

"I am NOT crying." Cristina lifted the pillow from her face long enough to reveal the mascara stains neither she nor Meredith had thought to take care of earlier.

"What are you doing?" She caught a sweatshirt that had been thrown in her direction.

"Packing. What else do you need?" Izzie asked distractedly, then dangled a pink thong from her index finger, "Thongs, and pink of all colors, I must say-"

"I'm not going anywhere. Actually, I'd kind of just like to be alone right now so you and Meredith can both go. I'm FINE."

Meredith found herself in no position to protest, but Izzie remained determined.

"Shut it, Yang."

Barbie using a last name? This was serious.