A/N For all who love Mark & Izzie together....;) I hope that you'll like it, and I'll be glad to know what you think :)

Enjoy the story

The storyline begins from episode 5.13, but all had started long time ago..................................

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"Why are you here, Denny?"

"You know why I'm here."

"No. I don't know." Izzie said gloomily.

"Because of that what you have in the pocket of your jacket." He revealed.

"What?" She exclaimed.

Denny smiled, staring at her.

Izzie shook her head," I'm going out of my mind, am I not?" She laughed nervously.

"Not yet, but you will, unless you stop denying." Denny said calmly.

"Denying what?" She looked angrily at him.

"The truth." He replied.

"What's that truth?"

"The truth about the man in whom you are in love."

Izzie shivered, "It's Alex."

"It's not Alex, it's not George either. Izzie, the truth lies in the pocket of your jacket, and you know that very well."

"I don't want to listen to you!" She shouted.

"I'm right, am I not?"

"You are dead, Denny! I want you to go away of my mind. Tell me what do you want from me?" Izzie demanded.

"I want to see you happy!" He said softly.

"I'm happy." Izzie said in a low choked voice.

"You are not, because you aren't with the man, who could make you happy."

"You couldn't know whether I'm happy or not. Moreover to express your opinion with whom I could do…"

"I know you Izzie." Denny interrupted her, "You love him."

"It's not true." Izzie said. Her eyes filled with tears.

"Don't make a muddle of your life. I met the love, but I couldn't enjoy it for a long. But you are alive and you met it again; don't leave love to go away. Izzie, the life is too short…"

Mark Sloan was lying in the bed in one of the patient's room. Lexie has just left the room and he remained alone with his thoughts. Mark thought for so many things… about his broken penis, about his big humiliation, about his feelings, moreover about the happening between him and Little Grey. Why he was so good in making a nice mess of things? Whether that has happened today was a sign…. But sign for what? Or maybe it was some kind of punishment? Sign or punishment? Why in the world should he have involved with Little Grey? She was a good girl; she didn't have to come in his room that night. Sign or punishment? He shouldn't have involved with Lexie Grey, after in his life there was another woman. The door opened. "God, not Lexie again!" He thought. Mark turned his head towards the entrance. It wasn't Lexie. He knitted his brows, noticing who stood at the door.

"What are you doing here?" Mark mumbled.

"I…" She stammered, "I wanted to see you."

"Why? To make a fun of me?" He suggested, his voice sounded ironically.

"No…I … I just needed to see you… I wanted to know that you are all right. I should not have come…" She turned to leave.

"Wait!" Mark stopped her, "Are you ok?" He asked softly.

"No… I'm not ok…," her voice trembled. Saying this she left the room.

"Shit!" Mark cursed, clenching his fist.

Few days later

Richard Webber, Derek Shepherd, Callie Torres, Meredith Grey, Lexie Grey and Cristina Yang were assembled around patient's bed.

"What do we have here?" Mark asked, getting in the room.

"Mr. Bentley, 57, had a car accident with a lot of cerebral traumas and heavy burning wounds. He is conscious." Richard explained shortly, and then he turned to the patient, "This is Dr. Sloan, our plastic surgeon."

"Hey!" The patient exclaimed, seeing Mark, "I know you!" He announced with a wide smile.

Everybody stared at Mark, who looked confused.

"Excuse me?" Mark looked at him, "Do I know you?"

"Don't you remember me?"

"No." Mark replied, slightly embarrassed.

"However I remember you." Mr. Bentley stated.

"I'm sorry, but I think we have never met each other." Mark said.

"Ah, just the contrary! How is your fascinating wife by the way?" The patient asked kindly.

All people in the room directed their shocked eyes toward Mark. He was benumbed.

"I guess you are confusing me with somebody else." Mark hurried to say.

"I don't confuse you with anyone. You and that girl were one of the most colorful couples that I've ever married." Mr. Bentley told him then he explained to the others, "Dr. Sloan and his girlfriend were in Vegas when they came to my church to marry them. I've memorized them because he bought the most expensive bride dress for his girlfriend and he spent ten thousand dollars for wedding rings. They came in the last moment it was around six in the morning." He revealed.

"Mark?" Derek raised his eyebrows, gazing at his best friend.

"What? This man has a concussion of the brain." Mark justified.

"It doesn't matter. I have a great memory. His wife is a great chick. She is beautiful and sexy. I remember her with this short lovely bride dress, her hair fell freely over her shoulders with these cute curls. She was like a model."

Mark felt faint. "This man needs urgent MRI." He murmured, "Derek, see his head." Mark advised his best friend.

"Are you working on a baby?" Mr. Bentley asked, ignoring Mark's notice, "Or you have already done it," he snickered, "Wait let me think when I got you married…"

"Mr. Bentley, don't rack your brains in vain. I've already told you. You are taking me for someone else."

"No, I remember that your wife had very beautiful name…"

At that moment Mr. Bentley was just about to complete his sentence, when the door opened with a slam.

"I'm sorry for the delay. I got page but I had a patient."

"Ah, what a surprise. Here she is!" Mr. Bentley ejaculated joyfully, "This is the Dr. Sloan's wife!"

All fixed their eyes on her. On all their faces were written shock and stupor.

"Izzie…." Meredith uttered.

Izzie was still breathing heavily. She had gone very pale. Izzie swallowed taking a glance at Mark, who looked at her too. He raised his eyebrows.

"Well… I think it's not necessary to present you my wife, you all know Izzie Stevens…uh… Sloan…. We are married…. Actually…" Mark stammered.

A surprise was written on Derek's face, horror on Lexie's, stupefaction on Richard's one, curiosity on Meredith's. Shock on Callie's and an impish smile was spread out on Cristina's face.