"Crash Into Me - Part Two"

Timing.
That's the one word that ticked through my head.
It's all about timing. When and where we meet people who affect us so deeply that we must know them. We want them to become part of our fabric.
Meredith was a little bit too late with her revelation to Derek that she wanted him to date only her. It was a pronouncement, really. Not a tender exchange that said "I love you." It was a "so there!" And he's probably gone. Nurse what's-her-name is already in his path and tingling in his cells on the heels of their scrub room kiss. Nurse what's-her-name readily admits she's not perfect and that she seems perfectly fine with that. There's potential there. A relationship journey could be open-ended. Not so with the struggle of loving Meredith. It may be too late.
Timing.
With a hospital in crisis and not enough OR's to go around, Bailey is stuck working on a Nazi wannabe while her marriage is falling apart in the waiting room. Poor George. He should have said... no. But he wouldn't, would he. He's George. He's a fixer. He wants to help. Bailey's marriage is in trouble, and a simple lunch with her husband could have made up a lot of ground for them. Healed a lot of open wounds between them. It just didn't - and really couldn't - happen. But that's Bailey's life, right? She does have a choice, yes. And she has chosen... medicine. For her husband the choice is take it.. or leave it. My heart aches for them. There's never an easy answer when duty butts up against your real life at home. It's a vicious tug-of-war.
Timing.
Izzie and George. It's not a secret that I have not been a fan of their romantic relationship. Then those silly Grey's Anatomy writers have to go and script a scene like that. It's just not their time to be together - like that. The delicate way they spoke to each other about their love was packed with all the finality of knowing they were going nowhere now... but without seeming to mourn their romance like it was dying or dead. It's alive. Somehow. But they can't nurture it and let it grow. Not now, anyway. But maybe... just maybe... someday? Such hope! And isn't that just exactly what we'd expect of our sweet Izzie and George. Hope.
Timing.
Boy did Ava's timing screw everything up. But then, if she hadn't pretended to be a doctor watching the surgery... and let the cat out of the bag about Alex... Lexie wouldn't have ended up in the room with ruptured artery man. How sweet he was! The splattering of massive amounts of blood onto Lexie's clothes and face and arms... that's sort of what the whole episode felt like. Like.. Oh God, could this possibly get any worse? Stop the hemorrhaging! Stop the pain!
Timing.
Tragedy did bring Lexie closer to Meredith, at least in physical proximity. And it happened through Cristina, oddly enough. She is, after all, Meredith's best friend and she showed she does realize what's best for her... connecting with her sister. Cristina the Resident marked a milestone, too, when she reached out to her intern... who just happened to be Lexie. She embraced an opportunity to share a human moment. A teaching moment. Progress, huh? I like her again.
Timing.
Ava and Alex are doomed. He called her on it, didn't he. He pulled no punches. Good for him! He does deserve better. I think we all thought Ava/Rebecca might be the one for him. We were wrong. It's time for he and Lexie to get real. They need each other and with the train wreck that is MerDer... we need someone else to root for.