Author's Note: Hey, I just wanted to thank you for your reviews. This chapter took me a bit a longer because I had to watch the scene repeatedly until I could write anything that worked with it. It isn't exactly like the show as I have re-written some parts. I hope it is not confusing as it goes from Denny's side of things to Izzie's and back again. I tried to make it flow as much as possible. If you have a second I would love to know what you think, thanks for reading.

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Baby it's you

When I look up in the sky I see you

Then I turn and close my eyes

It's you

When I'm sitting all alone in my room

Everything reminds me of you

The time is slow and I am sinking

Into a hole blackened with lies

And though I made it myself

You stand watching as my life passes me by

(Ryan Cabrera - It's you)

Desperately wanting to bang his fist on the inoffensive table next to him, he stormed off coming to a halt at the door. Stuck in some kind of invisible barrier he turned slightly residing himself to listening to more of her fantasies. Denny had been here for 36 minuets and counting. When he had first entered the bedroom, Izzie had been pacing like a woman possessed. That part had been okay in fact he had paced along side her. In total the walking up and down had gone on for 20 minuets; not that he had been counting. It was the next part that had him... well... bordering on panic. It had starting with a mere murmuring of his name, which over the last week he had grown accustomed too. Then it was the muttering of "Dear God", which he had also come to expect. They were both... fine.

It was the fact that then she had started conversing with what was supposedly him. Not just the odd word either, a full-blown argument of some sort.

"I let you go... you were meant to go".

Snapping his head up at her words, Denny stepped forward confused.

"What", he whispered. He knew it was ridiculous answering but sometimes he could not help it. His subconscious seemed to think that if he answered her enough times she might eventually retaliate.

"I said goodbye... I burned the sweater".

Thinking back to yesterday he recalled watching Karev burn his clothes. When he had first stumbled upon the sight, he had tried in vain to hit the man. She had made that sweater. Izzie... his Izzie had spent ages painstakingly knitting that sweater and Karev had burned it. After he had stumbled or fallen through the man, Denny had turned. That was definitely something he should never had done.

There she had stood. She had handed it over and asked him to do that. Then to make matters worse she had turned as if it was nothing and walked off. Not even staying for the collection of the ashes. That had hurt... until now. Listening to this argument, he began to get the gist of what had happened. Laughing hollowly, he realised what she had done.

"You burned my sweater... you thought that would help you."

The realisation of her predicament assaulted his senses and the feeling of desperation spread through him. A tear escaped his closed eyes and rolled down his cheek as he whispered to her back,

"I'm not even the one you're seeing and you burnt the only thing to remember me by".

This realisation hurt worse then anything from this situation. He was truly gone from her life now. The only thing she would have were memories, and none of them were particularly good.

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Standing in her room Izzie shouted at Denny to leave. She had done everything she needed to. He should have left. Mumbling, "You're not real" seemed to have no effect at all and she was running desperately out of phrases. Maybe she should start praying. Tears streamed down her cheeks leaving track marks and she had no energy to wipe them away.

With her back to him, she could hear him trying to calm her and move closer. All she wanted to do was run but for some reason her legs seemed to have become broken. Therefore, she stayed stationary almost hoping that she could blend in with the background.

She managed to block everything he said until he uttered those three words. They were without doubt her undoing.

"Look at me".

Turning slowly hoping that he might get bored and leave, she finally fully faced him and looked up. That had definitely been her worse move. It was his eyes... she missed them more then anything. She knew it was ridiculous but she had always thought he had eyes that seemed to look right through her, almost like they could see into her mind. Unfortunately, at this moment in time they were settled on her. His face showed no sign of annoyance at her constant doubt but only concern and sadness.

Breathing in deeply she tried to clear her mind. He was not here. She was a doctor... a doctor who believed in medicine and things she could touch. Not ghosts. Especially not, a ghost fiancé. Facing him with her hands clasped loosely together, she tried to control her emotions.

"Touch me", he said as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Trying to ignore him, she closed her eyes and willed him away.

Hoping that her method had worked she relaxed a little until she heard him repeat the words.

"Go on... touch me".

Opening her eyes, she let go of her hands and hesitantly reached forward. It was useless arguing with him, he would not leave her until she did as she asked. Deciding to appease him her hand moved closer. Time seemed to slow as her hand moved closer and closer until...

Pulling back, she gasped as she looked at him. She had touched him. That was not possible. The problem was she had been brought up to believe in only those things that were real... things she could touch. Therefore, he was real. Needing a moment to gather her thoughts she stepped back and turned away.

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Denny continued to stare at her back beiginning to get annoyed at the fact that she was having a conversation with God knows what.

"Your sick Izzie... how can you not see that", continuing he could feel the anger towards her building and he began to shout, "Your a doctor, your meant to know when someones sick. Hell your talking to yourself, I'm not there".

Feeling the helplessness override his anger he collapsed to his knees spent of any energy he had. Without knowing it, Izzie had turned and walked forward, putting her hand out slowly to touch something. As she stood in front of Denny who was still on his knees taking in mouthfuls of unneeded air she was oblivious to him wrap his arms around her waist. There was no real contact there but to him it was enough. With his, face resting as close to her stomach as possible he felt himself begin to cry. He had never been one to cry but his emotions were so overwhelming he felt like he was ready to break. Tears rolling down his face he looked up at Izzie and made one final whispered statement.

"I'm sorry Izzie... I didn't mean to get angry with you... but your sick... and I... I can't help you".

With that, she stepped back and turned away leaving the broken man on the floor who loved her to completely breakdown. He was the only one who recognised her problem and he was the only one who was powerless to help. His arms fell down to his side and his head dropped to his chest as he let the emotion from the past few weeks out in an anguished cry unheard by the world.