Ok, so Grey's anatomy ( I'm way behind I know) but anyway I basically fell in love with Denny Duquette, I mean the guy is perfect. I was so happy when he got his heart I mean he almost died a few times before he got it, then he had Izzie and everything was going to work out when BAM! Just like that the guy has a stroke and dies. What the hell? That is horrible, the writers are stupid. So then I watched Season five and now I'm really pissed off at the writers, you would think Izzie would actually be happy to see her dead fiancé, but no! She spends half the time doubting he is real then the other half (after having sex with him) telling him she hates him and how much she wishes he would leave. So yeah, sorry but come on writers what the fuck? Then she goes with Alex and I'm even more pissed off because she just should have died and went with Denny. So, I decided to write my own Denny/Izzie story. Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy. If I did, something like this story would have happened to the Denny and Izzie storyline and not the crap they wrote!
Summary: What if Izzie Stevens was right? What if Denny Duquette never died and she just thought he did? My take on what should have happened the night Denny was going to get his heart and what happens after. Because everyone deserves a happy ever after.
" I can feel you. I can smell you. If you're dead, how come I can smell your skin? So I'm thinking, maybe you're not dead. Maybe that was the part of me that was crazy, that part that thought you died. Maybe this is the not crazy part. You are still alive, right? That's it."
- Izzie Stevens
Izzie Stevens sighed; it had been a long and tiring day of work and all she wanted to do was go home; Glancing at the clock noting she only had half a minute left to go before she could leave, Izzie smiled. Quickly, she went to the locker room to grab her coat and keys; she opted for keeping the scrubs on until she got home.
Home, that word stuck a cord. Where is home? She mused as she made her way out of the locker room. Was it here in this hospital? Was it at her new apartment? Was it back in Seattle? At Seattle Grace Hospital? Was it with Alex...?
Deep down Izzie knew the answer; she knew that no matter what happened, home would always be Denny. He was her home. And now that he was gone, gone for good thanks to the surgery. She knew she'd never feel at home ever again in her life.
Denny. God she missed him, ached for him. Why she wanted to live, wanted to try and actually have a life without him was beyond her. At least when she had the tumor she could still see him, and sure, she swore she felt his presence now and again but it didn't even compare to feeling his body against hers. His lips engulfing hers and his arms securing her body to his. The soft lullaby of his heart beat beating against his chest into her ear as he held her close. She had no idea why she was so mean to him. Or why she pushed him away when all he was doing was being there for her, waiting for her to come back to him. She promised herself that one day, when she found herself back into his arms she would apologize and spend the rest of her eternity making sure he knew how much she loved him.
Denny was her home and he always would be, it was as simple as that. Now that he was officially gone Izzie saw the world in a new dim light. She supposed its true, once you lose something you don't actually know how much you'll miss it until its gone, and the fact that she was actually missing a tumor was a little too much for Izzie to handle. So, she ignored it. She pretended she was content with her life, she pretended she was happy.
She realized herself and Alex would never work out, sure she loved him but not like Denny, never like Denny. She told herself that she could love Alex that way, one day. But after awhile she got tired of lying to herself. She knew she had to leave Seattle Grace because it all reminded her of what she could have had. Of opportunities lost, both of them.
Now she was in a different state, far away from her friends, from her home (Denny) and from the life she could have had. Her new job was good, it paid the bills and she got to help people, she got to save lives. But every life saved was a soft reminder of the people she lost; she vaguely wondered how much longer she could take under the pressure before she cracked.
As the doors opened and she stepped out into the darkness of the night, the cold breeze hitting her body in a loving way made Izzie smile. She had a feeling it was going to be a good night. Looking down the street she spotted her car and made her way towards it. Getting in her car quickly she heard someone whisper her name but quickly shook the thought from her head and started driving. "You killed him Izzie, twice. He's not coming back" she said to herself painfully.
The drive home was long and boring; Izzie concentrated on the road, focusing all her energy on the black tar rolling beneath her. Once home, she pulled across the street since there was no other parking spot and got out of the car. As she stepped out of the car, she felt a chill run down her spine, but , she ignored it and began crossing the street. Then, it all happened so fast; she was on her way to her apartment when she heard a voice, his voice. The voice that sent shivers down her spine and made her heart soar, franticly she spun on her heel trying to find him but no one was there. "Izzie!" Spinning once more she saw him, standing there in all his glory, he was in a white long sleeved shirt with blue jeans. "Denny!" she said softly. Denny smiled painfully at her before saying "I'm sorry" "for what?" Izzie wanted to ask but before the words even left her mouth Denny started to glow a bright light before something banged into her.
Startled Izzie tried to get a grip on what happened. She vaguely realized she was lying on the ground and blood was pouring from her mouth and head. She heard voices "Oh God someone call an ambulance!" so I got hit by a car?" Izzie thought, "Yeah, you got hit by a car" a voice answered. "Denny?" Izzie asked, she tried to get up but could not. "Where are you?" "Right here" he answered suddenly appearing on the ground next to her. "I said I'm here for you and I always will be"
She felt tears in her eyes but couldn't decide what she's crying for. "So, you forgive me?" Denny looked down and grabbed her hand in his and bringing it up to rest to his chest before kissing it softly "I was never mad, there is nothing to forgive" he replied after a moment. Izzie felt happiness swell up in her heart. "And you still love me right?" Denny looked at her for a moment then turned on his side and reached over to clean away the blood and tears on her face. "Always" Then he reached down and kissed her, and her world burned hot white.
Izzie woke up in a white room with Denny Standing next to her " And to think I fought cancer but a year later I die in a car accident" Denny smiled and shook his head. "Izzie you're not dead, you're going home"
He reached for her and kissed her once more, but this time her world fell into darkness.
Ok,I know it doesn't make a whole lot of sense right now but I promise the next chapter will explain all. Anyway please review and tell me what you think.
