A/N: Hey guys! This is my second fic overall, but it is my first Grey's fic. Please be nice! R & R if you liked it! Teddy/Henry is one of my all time OTPs and I'm a sucker for tragic couples. Keep a lookout for more Teddy/Henry in the future. I'll update my SWATH fic soon, too! Enjoy!

Teddy Altman knew it had all been too good to be true.

She had it all; a career, a house, a decent circle of friends, a husband… After the longest time, she was finally at a point in her life where she could say she was truly happy and back to her old self—the self she was before the day her best friend fell with the second tower of the World Trade Center. The people she met after that would never know the real Teddy Altman. Even Owen Hunt, her friend from the Army that brought her to Seattle Grace in the first place, knew who she really was. Now, though her coworkers would say she had changed, she, in reality, was going back to normal, and she couldn't have been more relieved.

There was only one thing that truly brought her life back to a positive state—Henry Burton, her husband. She never expected what was in store for her that day she met him in the south elevator. At first, he was only a man without insurance, with nowhere else to go in life. When she married him simply to help him with his insurance issues, little did she know the effect he had on her from day one. There was no way she would know how deeply she would end up falling in love with him. But she did, and it was the greatest decision she ever made. Henry had been the only one she wanted to see at the end of every day. If something happened at work that put her in a bad mood, just his smiling face would be enough to cheer her up. She adored that man, he adored her in return, and Teddy wouldn't want it any other way.

Teddy Altman had everything she could ever want, and suddenly, it all went to hell.

It started when she returned home a few hours after her fight with Henry about his idea of going to med school, finding him leaning over the sink and coughing. When she asked if he was okay, he turned around, covered in blood, and spewing more from his mouth into his hand. Teddy, shocked and suddenly terrified, was by his side in an instant, grabbing what she could to clean him up. "You're gonna be okay," she repeated over and over again to him. He had to be okay. All through the night, fear never left her face. Her pulse raced, trying to keep up with her heart, which felt like it was going to sprout wings and burst from her chest. She tried to keep herself together, but the shaky hands made that extremely difficult. Owen tried to calm her down and assure her that Henry was in good hands, but to no avail. For a moment, she felt better, since Owen agreed to get Cristina Yang, her mentee, to do Henry's surgery. Yang was good, and Teddy knew it. She felt comfortable that someone with the same way of working as herself was taking care of her husband. For all Teddy knew, as she was performing surgery on a woman with a screw in her heart, Cristina was successful with Henry's surgery so Teddy could see him in post-op. And she believed that for hours, but she had no idea that she had been lied to the whole time.

Henry died at 8:52 pm. Cristina didn't tell Teddy until hours later, following an emergency heart surgery. At that moment, Teddy's life came crashing down on her. She was bombarded by so many emotions—devastation, pain, anger, denial, to the point where she had no idea how to react. Her heart dropped and shattered into tiny little pieces, unable to be fixed ever again. Teddy found herself later with her husband's cold, lifeless body in the morgue, weeping silently with her face buried into his chest. She'd wait, expecting to hear his heart suddenly spring to life in some sort of miracle. Something within her wouldn't let her leave until she heard his heart start beating again. "Please," she'd beg him with her broken voice. "Please, Henry. Come back to me."

But he didn't. Henry was still dead after two hours with him. By then, Teddy's close friend, Arizona Robbins had heard about her husband's death and had gone to find her. It took some effort to get the new widow to leave the body behind, but soon enough, Arizona got her friend to get up from her chair. They stared at each other for a moment, the blonde able to see the pain in her friend's green eyes, before they hugged. Arizona noticed in an instant how shaky she was when she wrapped her arms around her. She knew this was going to be a very long grieving process for her—she just lost the man she loved, forever, without the chance to say goodbye. Later on, Callie Torres, Arizona's wife, found the two of them not too long after Arizona found Teddy, and she was taken aback by the situation. But as her eyes wandered, landing on Henry's body before switching back to the sobbing cardiothoracic surgeon that her wife was hugging, she understood, and she started to back away. Arizona, who was facing the doorway Callie was standing in, looked at her wife with saddened eyes.

"I gotta take her home," she mouthed without a sound. She hoped her wife would understand. "I'll be home later."

Luckily, Callie knew what she'd said, and she carefully walked away, still trying to take in what had happened to Henry. Arizona, on the other hand, continued to hold her friend supportively. She gently rubbed her back as the sobs kept coming. Up until now, Teddy had not said a word; it was only the sounds of her trying to catch her breath and her whimpers. But something was on her mind.

"I loved him, Arizona," she cried. Sure, it was simple, and Arizona may already know that, but she felt like it was necessary.

"I know," Arizona sighed. "You loved him more than anything in the world. He knew that."

Teddy took a deep, shaky breath between her cries. "I never got to say goodbye."

Then they were silent once again. Arizona didn't know how to reply to her then. All she could do was be there while her friend cried for her husband. She knew how vulnerable she had become, and the fact that she was there probably wasn't enough. The only thing left to do for her was take Teddy home. As the two of them made their way out of the hospital, with Teddy crying into her hands and Arizona holding onto her to support her, they did their best to ignore the sympathetic eyes that watched them. April Kepner and Lexie Grey stood together when they saw Teddy walking out, both saddened by her sate, since one was there to see her reaction when Cristina revealed Henry's fate, and the other was there when Henry died. It was awful to watch someone with such a hardcore job break down in a matter of minutes. Whether she'd ever get back on her feet, no one would know.

Arizona led the still-sobbing Teddy into the darkness of the apartment she and Henry used to share. The two sat down on the sofa, Teddy instantly falling into her friend's comforting embrace and sobbing into the fabric of her scrubs. Every surge of tears came with the cardio surgeon's hands tightening their grip on Arizona's shirt, accompanied by a gasp for breath between her cries. Visions of her dead husband's state continued to flash through her mind. She remembered how pale he was, how his eyelids permanently concealed his gorgeous mossy-green eyes, and how the smile was forever gone from his face. She would never see that cute smile of his again. It had been the one and only thing she would ever want to see on a bad day, for it was the only thing that could cheer her up, no matter how bad the day could have been. Whenever she cried, the only thing that she wanted to feel and that could calm her screams had been Henry's strong and comforting arms. Her tears would only be dried by that of his soft fingers that would barely touch her face to wipe them away. Now, she would never be healed. Her tears would never be dried. Teddy had lost the one and only person she felt completely safe with.

Her stare had become blank by then, almost as if she'd run out of tears to shed. Her once lively and laughing green eyes were now sunken and dull. Arizona's eyes, on the other hand, were worried and sympathetic. They had even become glassy with her own tears. Poor Teddy, she thought. She had just learned to love him, and she loved him more than anything… And now, he's gone. She couldn't imagine the internal pain she was facing. All she could do was hug her friend, stroking her back as she did earlier. But her arms would never be as comforting as Henry's.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Teddy's voice cracked, "You can go home, Arizona."

The blonde became confused. "What? Teddy, I—"

"—seriously," Teddy cut her friend off before any more words left her mouth. "Arizona, you can go home. You don't need to be here. You need to be home with your wife and daughter."

"Teddy, the last thing I want to do is leave you here in your time of need," Arizona retorted. "You shouldn't be alone during all this."

Teddy shook her head. "I need to be," she explained in her broken voice. "I want to be. I appreciate you bringing me here, and for trying to comfort me, but I want to be alone right now. I need to be alone for a while. Please."

Arizona's blue eyes filled with concern and insecurity. She knew she would be willing to do anything the widow asked. But leaving? She didn't expect that; it was the last thing she would ever want to do to someone, especially her closest friend. But here, Teddy was asking—really telling her—to go, and by the way her green eyes held a steady and serious stare, Arizona understood that she couldn't argue with her, as much as even the thought of leaving broke her heart.

"Okay," she sighed in defeat, not sure if it was right to leave. "Okay, Teddy, I'll go. Are you sure you don't want me to stay? I mean, will you be okay?" She knew what the answer would be to the last question.

"I'll be fine," Teddy mumbled the exact words Arizona expected her to say. "You don't need to be here babysitting me. Just go, please."

The blonde peds surgeon nodded in understanding. There would be no further discussion. She wanted to stay, but if Teddy wanted her gone, she'd obey whether she liked it or not. Teddy pulled away from their hug to allow Arizona to get up from her seat. Before she did, though, she gave the cardio surgeon a saddened, worried look, her heart sinking at the sight of her friend's dull, upset, and glassy eyes as she tried her best to give her a small reassuring smile.

"It's alright, Arizona," she hoped she sounded confident enough. "I'll be okay."

"Teddy," Arizona sighed, unmoved by the fake confidence. "You aren't okay. I can see it in your eyes. As your friend, I hate to leave you here all by yourself. But it's what you want, so I'm not gonna argue with you." She then rose from the sofa and made her way toward the door. Before she opened it, she turned to face Teddy again, who had resorted to staring at a single spot on her coffee table. "Just please call me if you need anything, okay?"

Teddy nodded slowly as she took in her friend's words one by one. Arizona hesitated for a moment, and she took a deep breath before heading out the door, leaving her widowed friend alone and hoping she knew that support would always be there. Teddy did know that. As supportive as Arizona is toward children, it made her nurturing to her adult friends, too, and Teddy would always be thankful for that. But at the time, all she wanted was space; it was going to take a long time for her to adjust to her new status as a widow.

Widow. Teddy shuddered at the thought of the word. The way it sounded in her mind made her stomach drop. The whole situation nauseated her, so badly that she shot up from the couch to hurry into the bathroom. The taste of bile burned her throat as she finished and nearly sent her heaving again. She shakily pushed herself to her feet, her whole body weak and sweaty. When she finished rinsing out her mouth to rid the acidic taste from her mouth, she avoided catching a glance of her reflection in the mirror, not willing to see how awful she looked. As she made it back into the kitchen, she froze in her tracks upon seeing the red stain on the floor by the sink. The blood was still shiny from the night before. Teddy backed against the wall, with one hand over her mouth and the other over her heart, and upon hitting it with her back, her knees buckled and gave way, sending her to the floor, with her eyes never breaking away from the blood on the floor just a few feet away.

She waited. She waited to wake up from this nightmare, to feel the warmth of Henry's arms around her, his voice murmuring sweetly into her ears, "it's okay, I'm here, don't worry." His voice had always been music to her ears. She loved him. Teddy loved Henry more than anything in the world, and she refused to believe he was gone. This had to be a nightmare. He was all she ever wanted. When she'd cry, she wanted him to be the one to catch and dry her tears. After a hectic day, he was the only one she wanted to see. She wanted nothing more to hear his voice calming her down when she was upset or afraid. She couldn't have that anymore; no longer could she be able to feel his hands running over her skin, or his lips on hers. She wouldn't get to see his cute smile every day when she walked through the door to their home, or hear the jokes he had for her. All she'd get now was an agonizing silence in her now-empty house. At night, there wouldn't be anyone to hold her close while she cried. The only man who could make her feel safe, comfortable, and loved was gone, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

Teddy Altman had known it had all been too good to be true.