She waited on their bed in the dark. It never occurred to her to flip on the lights. When the apartment was filled with the soft glow of low-watt bulbs, she felt her eyes shrink back and her eyelids flutter in protest.

"Callie …"

Any other time she would have found his hesitation sweet. "It's Izzie, isn't it?"

"How … how did you know?" His eyebrows quirked together. Like a curious puppy. Or a kicked puppy. She hated him for that.

"You weren't exactly subtle.

George started forward earnestly. "I … we never meant to hurt you …"

"Like hell. She's had it out for me ever since we started dating," Callie spat out, standing up defiantly.

"I'm so sorry, Callie, I didn't …"

Suddenly, she didn't want to hear it. "I packed your stuff," she said, indicating a large bag in the corner. "Get out."

Definitely a kicked puppy. "Callie, don't you want to talk or … or something? I mean, it's our marriage here."

"You know when you should've been talking to me, George?" Arms crossed in a defensive gesture; she felt kind of like she was defending her heart, a sentiment that sounded stupid even in her head. "Before you started sleeping around. It's a little late for that now, isn't it?"

"It's not what you think." Those deep brown eyes urged her to understand. "I love her."

"And I loved you!" She took a deep breath to calm herself.

"I know. I know, and Callie …"

"Just go, George." She hated that she was begging.

Finally, he gave up. He trundled over to his bag, woefully sagging against the wall, and scooped it up. He gave her one last helpless look, then shuffled back to the door.

"Wait."

He turned hopefully.

She stood her ground defiantly. "At work you're just an intern like all the other interns. That's it. And interns don't have any reason to talk to the Chief Resident."

He hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"I guess you're good enough for blonde, stacked Izzie after all, huh?" She might have tears in her eyes, but she wasn't actually crying. That was good.

George, she could tell, was thinking of something to say. Anything at all to make her feel less like an idiot, like some kind of tool for hanging on like this. Just … something.

He came up with nothing, so he left.

Now she could cry.

AN: Crack piece written at two in the morning in less than fifteen minutes after listening to Kelly Clarkson's "Don't Waste Your Time" a few too many times. If I thought I had the time, I'd write more about how Callie bounces back, kicking ass as Chief, and ending up with someone super sexy, like Sloan, for instance. But I don't. Still, I regret leaving her in such a bad place. I feel so sorry for her. No matter how you feel about Gizzie or about Callie, it sucks to be cheated on, plain and simple. Oh. First Grey's Anatomy piece! In fact, it's been a while since I've come to the TV section of the website. Interesting. Love? Hate? Review!