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Turn out the lights now

To see is to believe

I just want you near me

I just want you here with me

And I'd give up everything only for you

It's the least that I could do

'Cause when there's you, I fell whole

And there's no better feeling in the world

But without I'm alone

And I'd rather be in love with you.

(Michelle Branch - I'd rather be in love)

A week... a whole week since he had last heard her say his name. After the last indiscretion in the hospital, Denny had faded back, into what he liked to call the 'halfway hospital'. Of course, whenever he said that the other three would just raise their eyebrows. Especially the bomb squad leader, hell he did not even know his name. Then again he never listened to them he was too focused on the living. The others had resided themselves to this situation, he on the other hand enjoyed watching the live ones. Especially his Izzie.

After he had faded back here, he had gone over to a corner and sat down. There he had stayed just thinking. He knew something was wrong he just needed to figure out what it was. Stupid really, how the problem was right under his nose and it had taken him a week to figure it out. Then again, he had the excuse that there was no blood rushing to his brain. That fact would make anyone a bit slow on the uptake.

After realising that, he had to help Izzie he had stood and gone to her. Fading back in he took a moment to gain his bearings. Eyes darting around the room he halted, focusing on the girl sat in the chair. There she was hugging her knees close to her chest with tears falling down her face. Her mascara had melted into the salty water and her hair had partially fallen down. If he did not love her, he would think she looked a mess. Unfortunately, the sight of her tears had him walking forward and bending until he was eye level with her.

Reaching his hand forward he made the motion of cupping her cheek. Once again, she just looked right through him. It was breaking his heart more that she needed him and he could not help her.

Shaking his head, he removed his hand and went to stand but halted when he heard her mutter something. Leaning forward he put his face as close to her as possible trying desperately to hear what she was saying. When his cheek was mere millimetres away, he concentrated on the words she echoed.

"Not real... not real... you're not real".

Reeling back he looked shocked at the thought that maybe he had been wrong about her seeing him. Lifting his hand, he rested it on top of her folded arms trying in vain to feel her skin. Nothing... that was all he felt. Nothing but air. Clearing his throat, he looked back into her eyes and whispered her name.

"Izzie".

Not getting a response he went to try again when the door to the bedroom crashed open. Getting up swiftly and spinning around he came face to face with the man he hated more than anyone else right now. Watching as the young man walked towards Izzie, he raised his hands as if to stop him.

"Oh no, you don't get to go anywhere near her."

Realising it was pointless trying to argue with someone who did not even know he was there Denny sighed. His anger had suddenly vanished as he watched Alex pick Izzie up and carry her to the bed. There was nothing he could do; this moment was definitely turning into one of the hardest ones he had, had in a while. Moving over to the chair that was now vacated he sat, leaning forward with his hands clasped over his knees. This was like seeing a horrifically bad film in the cinema but being unable to leave. All he could do was sit and watch as Karev lay on the bed holding Izzie and stroking her hair.

After a few minuets, which to Denny seemed like hours Karev spoke.

"Izzie..."

Trailing off he looked down to see if she fallen asleep. Hearing a muffled reply, he continued with his train of thought.

"Iz... what's wrong? You can tell me".

She had known this time would come. After seeing Denny over a week ago, she had been waiting for Alex to notice that something was wrong. Considering everyone else thought he was ignorant of others, towards her he seemed to notice every detail. Sighing she turned her head slightly and grabbed his hand that was stroking her hair. Clasping his hand between hers, she stroked it trying to think of what to say. How could she tell him that she had seen her supposedly dead fiancé twice now? He would think she had gone crazy. Hell, she thought she had gone crazy. Deciding to appease him for now until she could work out what was really happening she answered him.

"Nothings wrong... I just had a bad day. I'm fine."

Hearing the final phrase that, over the years he had come to dread when they were uttered by her, he nodded. He knew she was lying but unless he tied her down and tortured her, he knew she would not say anything. She probably thought she was protecting him. Nodding he let her lie to him.

"Okay, but... I'm here for you... you know that right".

"Mm mm," she replied suddenly feeling exhausted from crying. Feeling a tissue being pressed into her hand she looked up at Alex who just smiled shyly at her. Wiping her face of the evidence of her mini breakdown, she tossed the tissue into the trash. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she laid her head on his chest and began to drift off. Noticing that Izzie had fallen asleep Alex pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and closed his eyes. It was not long before he too had joined her.

Standing from the chair Denny walked over to the bed and crouched down beside Izzie. She was facing away from him with her head on Alex but he could still partially see her face.

Tilting his head he listened as she uttered one word, which he was glad Karev, was asleep for,

"Denny".

There she had said it again. He was now sure that he had not been hearing things. However, this fact also brought up a difficult situation. He was baffled as to why she would suddenly be remembering him so vividly. Standing up he stepped backwards and began to fade away. With one final gaze upon what should have been a private moment he could not help the one thought that continuously echoed within his mind.

'It should be me'.