Summary: Izzie's cancer returns, and her last dying wish was to see Alex again. But, maybe Alex has moved on. Set in 9x24.

Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy

Alex's POV

Jo and got back from our shift, and even though we were emotionally and physically exhausted, I pushed her down on the couch, and crawled on top of her. Our lips connected, and she wrapped her arms around me, one tangling in my hair and the other clawing at my back, trying to remove my shirt. As soon as I sat up to help her, the doorbell rang. I groaned, and fixed my shirt. I opened the front door while Jo sat up and fixed her hair. In front of me stood Izzie Stevens. Her hair was shoulder length, and she had one hand behind her back and a sad smile was displayed on her beautiful face.

"Can I come in?" She asked. I stepped back, and she dropped her smile a little when she saw Jo. I asked Jo to give us a minute, and she went upstairs to my room, giving me a questioning glance as she went.

Izzie sat down on the couch, her hand still behind her back. I noticed her eyes were glassy. "What's going on, Iz?" I asked. At that, she completely broke down. Her smile fell and a few tears dripped down her face. "Oh, Alex, I'm gonna die, and I had to come back!" She exclaimed. I was taken aback, I was expecting her to cry about a break up or getting in trouble. At this, I grabbed her and wrapped her in my arms. "Tell me what happened." I said gently, and she dropped whatever she was holding behind her, and hugged me back.

"I started seeing Denny again, and I called Mer, and she told Derek, and Derek told me to send him my scans, and I have another tumor, he scheduled a surgery for tomorrow. I went to a support group, and they said we all deserved a last wish. Most of the women asked for fancy cars or vacations, but I asked for a plane ticket to Seattle. I had to see you. My survival rate is 2.5%, I'm dying, Alex. I know you moved on, but I didn't! I only ever loved you! I tried to get over you, I asked for a divorce to make you move on. I didn't want it, it hurt way to much, but you needed to move on. Mer said you were still hung up, so I did what I had to, to make you move on. But now, I needed to talk to you. I need you to be in the OR, or at least the gallery, when I'm in surgery. If I flatline, do NOT resuscitate me, please. If I flatline, let me go. Watch my surgery, I need you to! If George were here," she choked up a little. "If George were here, I'd ask him. I know we're not together anymore, and I hate to say it, but if we were still together, you'd do it, but please! Please do it for me!"

She finished her speech by falling back into me. I hugged her back, and after a minute, she sat up and wiped her eyes. "Ugh, I'm a mess. But look! I made your favorite!" She said, pulling a large pink box from behind her back. I opened it and I was greeted by my favorite, Banana cream pie! "I remembered you loved it, so I made it for you. Alex, I really miss you. I know you've moved on, but I really really miss you. But I know this is a lot for you to process, so I'll stay at Meredith and Derek's house. Bye Alex." Izzie said as she got up to leave. "Wait!" I said quickly, pulling her back down. Now she was sitting remarkably closer than before.

"Izzie, I never stopped loving you either. It's just... I'm with Jo now. I'm really sorry, but we can't be together. At least not right now..." I trailed off. Izzie surprised me by yanking her hand away as she shot up. "Who the hell do you think you are?" She yelled. "I didn't come here expecting to get back together with you, Mer told me you had a girlfriend, and I was prepared for you to say you loved her, and that I could go to hell. At least, when we were dating, if my ex came back and said he loved me, I'd tell him to go to hell. Because even if I think about you all the time, even though I'm still so in love with you that it sickens me, you should stick with the person YOU love. Not with the person you once loved and now pity. Screw you, Alex, now why don't you be a good person and go have sex with your girlfriend."

She said all this, and we migrated towards the door. She kept walking away and I kept following. "I'm dying, Alex, pretending I'm not makes it worse. You deserve her, because after tomorrow, if you do something you'll regret, you'll be all alone. So I'll see you tomorrow." She said this so quietly she almost whispered it, and she looked down.

"Izzie, 2.5 is low, but it's not nothing. Have faith in Shepherd, he's the best there is. And besides, I think it would be unfair to Jo to be with her when I'm still crazy in love with you. I love you, Izzie Stevens. And after tomorrow, when you are all squeaky clean and tumor free, I am all yours." I promised, pressing a gentle kiss on her cheek. She blushed and looked away. "I'm gonna watch your surgery, you'll do great. And when you're in recovery, I'll hold your hand. When you're in the ICU, and you wake up, I'll be there with you. Because I love you."

I said this as I wrapped my arms around her waist and I pulled her closer to me. I leaned down to kiss her, but she pulled away and walked to the door. "Tomorrow." She said, as she opened the door.

I smiled at her, thinking god, why did I ever let her get away from me?

"Tomorrow." I repeated, watching her figure depart into the night.

I want to continue this, should I? PLEASE REVIEW! I love Alex and Izzie so much. I'm visiting my grandpa, so I'll either write a lot or barely at all. If you want to read more stories by me, click the link to my other account on my profile.

Thanks a bunch for reading and GOD BLESS YOU ALL!

Next chapter will be up soon! R&R!

~Lexi~