Addison, Meredith, and Izzie were all crammed into a tiny exam room at Seattle Grace. Izzie stared at the blank ultrasound monitor, wincing as Addison rubbed the cold gel onto her abdomen.

"Sorry," Addison apologized. "It's a little cold at first, I should have warned you."

"It's okay," Izzie whispered, her eyes still focused on the ultrasound machine. Izzie wrapped her hand tightly around Meredith's as Addison placed the transducer on her belly.

As the transducer worked it's magic, everybody in the room was silent. A very tiny fetus appeared slowly on the screen, and Izzie squeezed Meredith's hand as tightly as she could. "There it is, Iz. Your baby."

Izzie didn't realize she was crying until Meredith handed her a tissue. "It's okay, Izzie, don't cry, it's okay," she murmered.

Addison printed out the ultrasound and handed it to Izzie. "We won't know for another four weeks or so whether it's a boy or a girl. You're at six weeks right now, we can do this again when you're at ten."

Numbly, Izzie nodded and stared at the little picture in her hand. "You okay, Izzie?" Addison asked.

She nodded again.

"Do you want me to leave so you can talk to Meredith?"

"No, I want you to stay, I…"

Addison wiped the gel of Izzie's stomach and Izzie pulled her shirt down and pushed herself to the edge of the bed. "What do I do now?" she whispered. "What am I supposed to do?"

Meredith sat beside Izzie, holding her hand in her lap. "There's always adoption. You could put it up for adoption, Izzie, maybe that would be best."

"I can't think about it now," she responded, "it's too overwhelming."

Addison pulled a chair up next to bed and took Izzie's other hand. "Only you know what's best, Izzie. Only you. And we can help you, we can give you advice, but it has to come from in here," she said, placing her hand over her heart.

Izzie looked away, unable to meet her friend's eyes.

"I think you could be a terrific mother, Izzie," Addison continued. "I think you have the heart and the compassion, and you will be the best that you possibly can be for that child, no matter what you decide."

"She's right, Izzie," Meredith affirmed.

"I lost out on that, Izzie…I made some mistakes that I wish I never would have made."

"Like what?" Izzie responded, looking for anything to distract her from what was happening in the here and now.

Addison sighed, resting her face in her hands for several seconds before going on. "Before I came to Seattle…Mark and I were living together in New York after Derek left me. Things were going really great…And then I got pregnant."

"What did you do?" Izzie asked.

"There was all this stuff going around the hospital there about Mark cheating on me with someone else…and I got really scared. I didn't want to lose him like I'd lost Derek…I was so stupid."

"It's okay, Addison, you don't have to go on if you don't want to," Izzie said in a hushed tone.

"No," Addison argued, "I want to, because I want you to know that I consider having an abortion one of the worst mistakes of my life. I just found out that I probably won't ever be able to have children now…I had my one chance, and I blew it."

"God, Addison, I'm so sorry," Meredith whispered.

Addison ducked her head to directly meet Izzie's averted gaze. "You will do the right thing by your baby, Izzie, I know you will. When the time comes to choose what to do, you will know what to do. I promise." Standing up, she gave Izzie's hand a final squeeze. "I have to go talk to the Chief about officially coming back on board, but we can talk more tonight if you'd like."

"I'd like that," Izzie answered.

As Addison left the room, Izzie turned to Meredith and asked, "So, do I tell George, or not? I mean…"

"I don't know, Iz. He definitely has a right to know, but…"

"I'm scared, Mer, I know he blames me for Callie, somewhere in his head, and I'm so scared of being rejected again, I just…I don't know."

"You have a little time, Iz. Take it, think about it."

"I guess…It's just…He was one of my best friends. And now…there's nothing."

Meredith drew her friend into a hug. "I know, sweetie. I know."

"I want to call him," Izzie said, "I want to call him right away, I want him to know what's going on, but I'm afraid he won't talk to me…and I'm not sure I can leave it in a message…I'm afraid of how that would sound…I'm afraid."

Izzie and Meredith got in the elevator down to the parking lot, and Izzie played with her cell phone in her pocket. "I can't call him yet, Mer, I'm not sure what I would say."

"It's okay, it doesn't have to be right away. But eventually, you should try."

"I will. Not today though. I don't know when I'll even see him again."

The elevator doors came open, and George was outside waiting for the next elevator up.