Summary: "Someone will get engaged. Someone will get more than that. Someone will die. Someone we thought was dead will return. Two people whose names both start with the letter "A" will get even hotter. And Grey's Anatomy will do the one thing that you'd think it never, ever, ever, ever could. Yes, that!" But not necessarily in that order.
Izzie lent back against the railing of the ferry boat. She looked up at the sky, closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh air. She tried to imagine she was somewhere else. Somewhere exotic, heck it didn't even have to be exotic just…anywhere but there.
On the upper deck she could see Alex sitting with Addison. She couldn't hear what they were saying but she could tell by their body language that whatever it was they were enjoying the conversation. They kept moving closer to each other and stared into each others eyes.
Izzie closed her eyes again. She didn't want to watch them, see them even. Alex used to look at her that way; that look used to belong to her but not anymore. She missed Alex but she couldn't blame him for moving on. She honestly didn't expect him to wait for her forever, but she'd hoped he would. She wasn't ready for a relationship, she wasn't ready to let anyone else in, she still wasn't over….
Alex kissed Addison, they'd kissed before, they'd done a lot more than just kiss, but this was the first time they'd kissed in public, where other people could see. Out of the corner of his eye Alex watched Izzie, he watched for her reaction, but she wasn't watching them anymore, her head was tilted sky ward and her eyes were closed. Addison placed both her hands on Alex's head and drew him closer to her. He closed his eyes and kissed her. He shook the thoughts of Izzie from his mind, she wasn't his responsibility. He didn't have to wait for her, he wasn't doing anything wrong. He kissed Addison again, determined not to let these thoughts ruin what he had going here.
Everything was calm, tranquil almost, and then the sound of metal scraping against metal filled the air. Alex pulled away from Addison and looked down at the lower deck. A large section of the safety rail was gone, and so was Izzie.
Alex felt a knot tighten around his stomach as he realized what had just happened. "Izzie!" he began yelling to the platform below but there was no response. People from all over the boat were converging on the lower deck. Everyone was trying to get a look at what had just happened. Alex stood up and began running for the stairs to the lower deck. Addison just sat on the seat, she hadn't seen Izzie, she had no idea what was going on.
On the lower deck Alex tried to push his way toward the edge. Izzie was down there, someone needed to be looking for her but no one was looking for her.
"My friend is down there!" He yelled at the boat staff who were trying to keep everyone away from the edge. "My friend is in the water we need to save her."
"Sir you need to calm down, you need to step back. There is no one in the water." The staff tried to tell him. But Alex knew Izzie was in there, she was in trouble, she needed to be saved. He pushed past the guards and dived head first into the icy cold water.
The water was colder than he expected, it winded him, chilled him to the bone almost instantly. It took him a minute to get his bearings, remember why he'd just jumped into the water. Someone threw him a life buoy he held onto it and steadied himself but as soon as someone started pulling it in he let go. He didn't need to be rescued. He needed to rescue Izzie.
He screened the surface of the water but he couldn't see anything. The water was dark, murky; he couldn't even see his own feet.
"Izzie!" he called again but the only sound he heard were the calls from people on the ferry telling him to get out the water.
He dived blindly into the water. Beneath the surface was so dark he couldn't see his own hands. He reached out with them, swung them around praying that he'd find her but there was nothing. He returned to the surface and took another breath. He forced himself to dive deeper, stay under longer, but still nothing.
Ten minutes later he still hadn't found her. The cold was getting to him, his muscles were cramping up and he was having difficulty keeping himself above the water. He heard Addison yelling at him to get out the water. She was saying Izzie was gone, that he needed to save himself but Alex didn't want to believe it, he didn't want to here it.
One more time he told himself. He took a deep breath and dived down again. He forced himself to stay down longer, when his chest screamed for oxygen he ignored it. He was close he could feel it, and then he did.
His hand clasped around Izzie hair and he began pulling her to the surface. She was heavier than he remembered. He struggled to pull her up but he wouldn't let go, he couldn't let go. When he reached the surface his lungs screamed for air. He gasped for it and lifted Izzie's head above the water but she didn't gaps for air. She didn't move at all, she was dead weight in his arms. He pushed her hair away from her face, her skin was freezing cold, her eyes were closed, and her lips were blue. It took Alex only a moment to realize she wasn't breathing.
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Izzie felt the railing behind her give way. She felt herself falling. She went to scream for help but the fall was too fast. She hit the water before she could get a sound out. And then everything went black.
"Izzie, Izzie wake up." A voice called out to her. She blinked her eyes open and looked around. Someone was shining a bright light into her face.
"I'm awake" she said reaching up for the light and pushing it away. "Just get that light out of my face."
The light moved away but everything was still really really bright. She'd never seen so much white in her life. "Where am I?" she asked, confused, she didn't recognize her surrounding.
"At the church of course." The same voice chirped.
"What? Why am I at a church?"
"You poor dear" the voice said and she felt an ice cold hand grip her under the arm and life her up. "You must have really hit your head. It's your wedding day, you're getting married."
"Married?" Izzie looked down at what she was wearing, it certainty looked like she was getting married. She had on the most beautiful dress she'd ever seen. She reached down for it, touched it. The material was soft and delicate. It was perfect.
"Come on." The voice said. "You don't want to be late for your own wedding."
Izzie felt cold hands push against her chest, push her backwards, but an invisible hand pulled her forwards, toward a blinding light, toward her wedding.
