6.02

Helena had been back at work for a while. More specifically, it'd been twenty two days since George's death and things were slowly starting to feel ok again.

As the short girl sat in a chair, reading over an article as Izzie got another dose of her I.L 2, she licked at an ice pop the blond had snuck them.

"There are good. Do they sell them at the cafeteria?"Cristina asked, eating one of her own.

"No, those are the cancer pops." Izzie told them, a small smile on her face.

"Why do cancer people have all the fun?" Cristina complained, the three other girls slowly turning to look at her. Helena's eyes were wide as she looked up from her article, a small sigh leaving her mouth.

"How do you feel, Iz?" Meredith asked, double checking her friend's vital.

"I'm not looking forward to the hurling thats about to happen, but I feel ok. I feel good." Izzie nodded.

"Bailey is on some sort of rampage. I think it's Post O'Malley Stress Disorder." Cristina let out, chuckling.

At that, Helena closed her eyes, swallowing hard at the inappropriate and hurtful joke.

"She's not dealing with her grief." Meredith looked to the short girl, almost as if trying to explain.

"No, she's not. And it's making her inappropriate." Helena agreed, shooting Cristina a glare. "Stop being inappropriate."

"You two sound like Owen's shrink." The woman complained, in return.

"Owen's shirk is withholding sex, so she's grumpy." Meredith added, looking to Izzie, who still didn't know that.

"And inappropriate." The brunette added, sighing as she sucked on her Cancer Pop.

"Are Derek and Mark doing that too? Withholding sex?" The cancer patient asked her friends.

"Why would Derek withhold sex?" Meredith asked, an amused look on her face.

"Mark isn't, thought I accidentally did for the first two weeks. Guess I was too busy zoning out at all times and laying in bed awake at night." Helena giggled, attempting to make light of the situation.

"Alex is withholding everything... it's like he's afraid, but I don't know what he's afraid of." Izzie sighed.

"He's afraid of the cancer sex." Cristina let out, entertained by her popsicle.

"Cristina!" Meredith reprimanded as Helena's eyes widened.

"He doesn't wanna end up with a cancer pop..." The curly haired woman shrugged. At that, Helena got up, grabbing Cristina's popsicle and leaving with it. "Baby Einstein, what are you doing?"

"Inappropriate people don't get Cancer Pops." Helena told her, throwing the popsicle in a trash can with a serious expression.

"I'm not contagious, Cristina." Izzie reprimanded, snapping.

"I know that. I would totally have sex with you." Cristina told the blond, making Helena giggle.

"Cristina Yang, the more you speak, the more you make me doubt your straightness." The short girl told her, making all three other girls laugh along.

And everything was normal for a moment. Everything was normal until Helena realized how George's laugh couldn't be heard and how much she missed it. Then, her smiled faded away, replaced by the pain in her heart, her hand shooting up to her necklace.

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Mark had found an available apartment right in front of Callie's, which he had immediately fallen in love with. And, as he took Helena to see it, the same happened for the girl: it had plenty of natural light, a nice kitchen and a spacious, open floor plan. Besides, the fact that Helena would live right by Cristina and the hospital made it all the better.

So, now, after having gotten a lot of their furniture, they walked to their new apartment, Mark carrying a box and Helena held a house plant.

"Are you sure we can't get that floating shelf for the bedroom?" Helena asked, her voice soft.

"Sweetheart, we already have the big bookshelf for the living room!" Mark told her, sighing.

"Well, I have a lot of books! ..." The girl asked, making her best puppy dog eyes.

"Fine!" The man caved in, a smile making it's way onto his lips. "Extra storage never hurt."

"Thank you!" Helena told him, pressing a kiss to his lips. Looking down at the plant in front in her hands, Helena narrowed her eyes. "We should name it."

"The plant?" Mark chuckled as they walked into their hallway. "You wanna name the plant?"

"Yes, Mark, I wanna name the plant! It's a living thing, we're naming it." The girl giggled back, playfully shoving him as they reached the door of their apartment.

"Okay, okay." Callie let out, opening the door from her apartment to the hallway. "Which one?" She asked, holding a dress in each hand as she wore another. "It's my first day at Mercy West and I wanna look nice, you know? Serious, talented, hardcore. Not someone to push around. Nice but hot... ." She smiled, the couple narrowing their eyes to thing as Helena tilted her head.

"That one." Mark told her, pointing to the back dress.

"Really? I thought this one!" Callie told her, motioning to the one she was wearing.

"No, that's too hot. It's a date dress, not a work dress." Helena agreed, nodding along.

"Ok. Can you hold that? Thanks." Callie handed her dresses to Helena, stripping out of the one she was wearing to change.

At that, Mark looked down to the plant on the ground, giving the woman some privacy.

"Oh, Callie, please tell Mark house plants need names!" The short girl requested as the older woman took off her dressed.

"Definitely. They're living with you, they get names." The ortho resident agreed, Helena hitting her boyfriend's arm.

"See? Told you."

As Callie finished getting dressed, she asked. "Ok, less hot?"

"Less hot." Mark and Helena agreed, Callie taking the dresses form Helena's hands.

"Thanks. Wish me luck. Or... not luck, cause I'm all talented and hardcore." The woman corrected herself.

"You're an attending, Torres, go kick some ass." Mark reassured her, already carrying the box to inside the apartment.