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Oh, how the television gods have smiled on us today. After months, nay, years—wait a minute....ten, carry the one—nay, months of cringing at each week's Meredith-dispensed nuggets of, um, wisdom, and begging for mercy, or at the very least a quick and painful execution to put us out of our misery, we're greeted with the sweet, sweet clemency of a George-dictated show. What, oh what have we done to deserve this? Oh, yeah. (Take that, Stacy Keibler. That's right, we said it.) The universe has been righted, once again.
First of all, any show that kicks off with a song by this lady is alright with us. And of course, we double this week's pleasure with a new and improved and, alas, temporary voice over from the man, the myth, the O'Malley.
Remember last week, viewers? When it looked as though Meredith and Georgie were about to get it on? Well, on they got it. And as a result? George tells us that sometimes even the best of us make bad, rash decisions that we tend to regret the minute, the moment, the morning after they happen. Preaching to the choir, my brother. Oh yeah, and that karma thing? It's a bitch.
Exhibit A: The series of awkward, silent interactions Meredith and Georgie engage in throughout the morning. Of course, their fellow interns don't fail to notice the fleeting eye contact and subsequent running in opposite directions thing. They probe, they hit a wall. Neither roomie is talking, though both deal with it in their own special way. George, for one, pouts. Loudly. To Cristina, no less, who ain't dealing with the huffiness unless she gets the dirt. Which she doesn't.
So Cristina, George and Burke triple team a man who's about to tie the knot who happens to have a rather large mass around his heart. Upon further examination, the good doctors detect that the mass is actually an aneurysm which could burst at any moment and thus, you know, kill him. He decides in favor of surgery—after a brief confab with Cristina and her bedside manner from hell—but the fiancé can't deal and she bails. So much for that whole in sickness and in health thing. Karma, people.
Addison, meanwhile, fresh off an early morning dog walk comes into the hospital looking like she's got a combination chafing/atomic wedgie situation going on in her nether regions. You know where. Don't make us say it. Fine. Va-jay-jay. She talks Nazi into postponing her maternity leave by another couple hours to treat what turns out to be a dog walk-related poison oak incident. She gets treated, and after a series of interruptions from the Chief and an unfortunate lactating diversion, she finally explains her MIA whereabouts to a concerned, then hysterical (in the can't stop laughing way, not in the panicky way) to McDreamy. The duo then snicker about it together and seem to be on their way to patching up the residual iciness from her mister mistress.
Prior to the couple's mend, McDreamy was busy treating a young boy who was brought in by his hysterical (in the panicky way, not in the can't stop laughing way) gay parents after being hit in the head during a Little League game. Turns out, he's got a concussion and hemorrhaging and goes under the drill, as it were, in front of his 'rents. But he ends up okey-dokey, too. Karma, you see.
As for Izzie, she and Alex, whilst not finding an empty corridor or outside crevice in which to, you know, get it on, get called in to treat a heart patient who, as it turns out, is Denny. You remember Denny. The poor man's Javier Bardem? The one who had a thing for Izzie? There you go. Well, he clearly still cares, Izzie clearly still cares and Alex is clearly peeved. So much so that he volunteers to be the paddle man when Denny needs a good shock. Which he carries out quite aggressively, we may say. Alex gets even more upset when Meredith tells him Izzie still hasn't forgiven him—despite the fact that they're sleeping together—and yet even more upset when Izzie blows him off for a bedside juice date with her patient. Looks like trouble in paradise.
But on to the main event. Everyone wants to know what the dilly-o is with Meredith and George and Alex finally sidles up to Grey and says, so you slept with George, what's the big deal? The big deal? He was joking. She didn't know that. Unfortunately, it was at this time that George walked in on the conversation, heard the part where Meredith admitted they slept together and took it as a sign that she was dishing the deets all over the hospital. No, Georgie that would be you in about five seconds. He gets hysterical (gay parents, not McDreamys) and starts shouting about how Meredith just couldn't wait to tell everyone that they'd had sex. Well, by that time everyone had gathered around and it was he who told them via his outburst, and he's in such a fit that he falls down a stairwell and dislocates his shoulder. Oh, Georgie.
So the line is drawn. Izzie tells Meredith that if she doesn't fix this and the time comes to choose sides, she's going with O'Malley. Cristina says that even she knows better than to beat up on the weak kid. So Meredith does what she always does and whines about what a horrible person she is to McDreamy. He tells her he's still her friend, she says he can't be, and rejects his offer to "hang out." (Of course, this lasts all of five minutes as she eventually meets up with him anyway in what can only be seen as a ploy to bring the duo back together. Just friends our ass.)
George heads off to get his shoulder popped in by a fellow doc, who as it turns out, has a bit of a thing for him. His reputation as an elevator heart surgeon proceeds him, it seems, and there's a bit of flirting going on. 'Bout time, Georgie.
Finally, we see the flashback to the love making that pretty much wasn't. Meredith cried the whole time, asked if he was done, the chemistry was zilch and for all our hoping that Georgie got what he wanted, they did a good job of changing our minds. It almost made us uncomfortable. Through Meredith's tears, George finally yelled that if she didn't want to sleep with him that much, why was she? She told him it wasn't his fault, but alas.
Back in normal time, Georgie heads home and starts packing up. Looks like he's had it. Meredith walks in on him and his full suitcase. He asked her why it went down the way it did and why she slept with him if it was so repulsive to her. She said that she didn't know she didn't want to. He said those great things and she was sad and thought she'd give a chance to what she may have been overlooking the whole time. She asks if they can just go back. Nope. Definitely not. George heads off, suitcase in hand, all dejected Charlie Brown-like to the hospital. Burke spots him and takes pity. And in a really, really cute turn, invites him to stay with Cristina and him. As you can imagine, his little should-be missus is none too pleased. But secretly, she just may be. Karma, you see, is not always a bitch.
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