All We Ever Do is Say Goodbye

[drownondryland]

As weird as it might be, Meredith's more comfortable with her sleep schedule when it's all over the place, mixing late starts with mornings she has to work or teach, nights at home versus nights in the clinic. Thursday is one of her mornings to sleep in, which works out when she spends the evening away. It's all over the place, but for her, there's

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[missingthekeep]

Sean opens his eyes just enough to glare in the direction of the door, like whoever it is will somehow get the hint and bugger off, but he makes no effort to move beyond sighing and stretching out against Meredith a bit. "Could be important," he points out under his breath, not sounding all too concerned about it.

[drownondryland]

It's hard to imagine anything very important happening here just now, but Meredith still lets out a little whine of frustration, knowing he has a point. Even so, it doesn't seem important enough to move for until she realizes whoever it is isn't going away. "You should get it," she sighs, resigned. She probably won't be going back to sleep now anyway.

[missingthekeep]

"I like how ye dinnae bother with a reason f'r that or anythin'," Sean mumbles, but he's awake now, anyway, and he presses a quick kiss to her cheek before forcing himself to roll out of bed with a groan. It's not so early as to actually screw up any schedules they have going on, but it's enough to thoroughly annoy him, and he doesn't bother rushing as he makes himself halfway decent and pads over to open the door. "This better be good."

[doubleomalley]

Another ten seconds, and George would have said screw everything and gone in anyway. Some things were too important for a door to keep him from crawling into Meredith's lap (figuratively speaking; George generally tried not to get punched in the face), top of that list being Izzie.

Who wasn't anywhere to be found.

There could be any number of explanations for Izzie to empty out the treehouse and disappear, any of which he would happily believe, but the truth was staring him in the face.

And it wasn't even as though he could pretend to be okay with it, imagine he'd just see her again in a few days or a month or however long it took for him to go back home too, or for her to show up again. He'd gotten used to his life with Izzie in it, whether they were friends or lovers or fighting or each other's better halves, she was part of it. Which left George realizing he'd never known, for all his sympathy, how Meredith really felt when Cristina left