"Hey I know it seems weird that I'm giving you a video tape for our anniversary and I know you taped all of this stuff so you know what you are about to see. George I just wanted you to know how much these past two years have meant to me. I don't think I have ever loved someone as much as I love you." George sat on the edge of the coffee table listening to Izzie speak to him and it almost felt as if she were sitting right in front of him "Now I know you probably think I'm a loser for giving you this but I have watched and rewatched this tape about a billion times and it always makes me realize how lucky I am to have you and now I want you to have this in case something happens in the future and we aren't together. That way at least you can look back and say "wow we really did care about each other" ." George looked down from the screen thinking about how much weight those words now have. "George I love you and hope that we have many more anniversaries together." The picture went fuzzy for a second then George's "amazing" camera work appeared on the screen.

George was walking up the steps to Izzie and his new room "And here we are on the day that is moving day in the Grey/Stevens/O'Malley household. Of course these days you may have to add Shepard to that group." The camera slowly entered the room. "As you can see I am almost moved in completely but I am missing one thing," George paused "my girlfriend. She has been in that closet for about four hours and I'm starting to think that she is just trying to get out of helping with the heavy lifting." George panned over to the closet and started to walk toward it "We are going to venture inside the cavern of death that is.. the closet." George took a few steps inside and found Izzie instantly, she was moving over her clothes and hanging some of George's shirts up.

"What are you doing?" Izzie asked when she saw the camera.

George zoomed in on her confused look "I am documenting this very momentous occasion." he said coming up next to the box of clothes "Now I have to ask you why are you hanging my normal shirts up?" he asked looking at his casual clothes.

"I like things nice and straight if I fold them then they will get wrinkled." she explained as she hung a few more up.

George flipped the camera over so he was now on screen "I'm moving in with a freak. A not just a normal freak but a neat freak. SOMEBODY HELP!!" he joked. Then a hand came from off camera and smacked him over the head. "OW!" he rubbed the back of his head.

"Don't be mean." Izzie said as he pointed the camera back at her.

"Ok I'm sorry. " he apologized but Izzie didn't look to convinced "Hey," he came around and wrapped one arm around her and the other, that was holding the camera up, he pointed at them so they were both on screen now "I'm sorry." he whispered and kissed her quickly "I'm sorry" he repeated then kissed her again then he repeated it again making Izzie laugh . George's eyes were filling up yet again with tears watching the two of them together was almost killing him.

Suddenly a phone rang and it took George a minute to realize it wasn't coming from the tape. He pushed pause and headed toward the kitchen. He flipped on a light and picked up the phone. "Hello?" he said in to the phone.

"George you have to get back here. It's Izzie." Meredith said into the phone quickly.

"Is she ok? What's wrong?" George started panicking. She can't die, she just can't.

Meredith paused for a second then finally spoke, "She's awake." she said. George dropped the phone and raced out the front door as fast as possible. He got all the way in the car then he realized he forgot his keys in his jacket pocket in the house. George jumped out of the car and raced inside, got his keys and made a mad rush to the hospital.

George burst through the stairway door and ran to her room as fast as possible he was about to open the door when he heard Derek say his name "George wait a minute." he said rushing up to him.

George looked at him as if he were crazy "What why?" George asked breathlessly.

"I need to talk to you for a minute." Derek gestured toward and empty room. George looked back at Izzie's door then at Derek and nodded. George got in the room and noticed that it wasn't completely empty. Meredith, Cristina, and Alex were all sitting around a table whispering to each other.

"What's going on?" George asked a little skeptical about the looks of the situation.

"Please sit." Derek gestured toward a chair and then sat in the one next to it. George sat down and gazed at his friends and started to worry a little about what he was about to hear.

George's eyes shifted to Derek and then to his friends then back to Derek "What's this about?" he asked.

Derek looked down for a second then back up "It's about Izzie." he paused and cleared his throat "She is having trouble….she's can't… she.." Derek shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"What? She what? Just tell me?" George was panicking again. What's wrong with her just tell me!

"It's her memory." George almost fell out of his chair "She is having a hard time remembering some things in her life." Derek explained.

George nodded slowly "Things? What things?" he asked.

"Well she remembers her life up to a certain point and then it kind of just stops for her." he paused to let George soak up what he just said. After about a minute he cleared his throat and continued "Izzie can remember her childhood and going to med school and becoming a intern here but she can't remember anything after her first three months here."

"Bu.. But that means she doesn't… she doesn't remember…us." George stuttered.

Derek looked at George for a second then nodded sadly "She said the last patient she remembered working on was the abusive father who needed a liver. She said that she had just found out about Cristina and Burke and Addison has just come to town." Derek explained.

George put his face in his hands for a minute and let some tears fall. "So what now? Do we tell her the truth?" he asked wiping tears away from his eyes.

"We can tell her some stuff but other stuff we can not tell her." Derek said.

George looked up at him confused, "What do you mean?"

"I mean," Derek thought about how to word this "I mean we can tell her the date and what happened to her but personal information we have to keep from her." George still looked confused "Studies have shown that people who have memory loss have a better chance of regaining their memories if they are not told what the memories are. Say you go and tell her what your guys first date was like. You say it was at night and you had food. Izzie will then form a picture of what she thinks it looked like and not what it actual looked like. And then her brain will forever remember what she imagined it to look like and not what it really looked like."

George nodded slightly trying to understand "So you mean that I have to wait and see if she remembers?" he asked.

"Yes"

"What happens if she never remembers?" he asked.

Derek opened his mouth to say something but then closed it and looked over at the others in the room.

Cristina cleared her throat "In these cases if she doesn't remember then its better to just let her rebuild her life."

George looked around at everyone "So you're saying just let her forget everything? Let her stay in the dark about everything?" he asked.

They all nodded silently. George leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling.

"Do you want to see her?" Derek asked after a few minutes.

George looked over at Derek and nodded. They both stood up and walked out of the room. For some reason the walk to the room seemed much longer then before but after what seemed to be years they finally were in front of the door. Derek slowly opened the door for George and held it open for him.

George walked slowly into the room and went right up to the side of her bed. She looked like she was sleeping and he was about to just let her sleep but then her eyes slowly started to slowly move and then they finally opened and made instant contact with his eyes. "Hey you." he whispered. George blinked a few times making sure he wasn't imaging this happening.

"Hi." she whispered back. She put her hand to her head in pain "What happened?" she asked.

George sat on the side of the bed "You had an accident." he said.

Izzie tried to sit up slightly "What do you mean?" she said sacredly.

George put his hands on her shoulders and tried to clam her down "You were in a car accident." he explained "You have been in a coma for four days. You had some head injuries and some internal bleeding. But you are going to be fine." he said.

Izzie scooted back down in her bed "Oh ok that's good. So nothing is wrong with me?" she asked. George paused then shook his head. "What? What's wrong woth me?" she asked.

George cleared his throat "You…You have memory loss." he explained.

Izzie laughed a little "No I don't I remember everything. I know what year it is and who I am and who you are and who he is," she pointed at Derek "I don't have memory loss." she said.

"Yes you do." he said " Iz, it's 2007."

"No it isn't it's 2005." she laughed again.

George shook his head again.

Izzie blinked a few times and tears started spilling over "Oh God." she whispered. She put her hands on her face and cried harder. George scooted closer and wrapped his arms around her. Izzie leaned into his hug and just cried harder. George whispered to her "it's ok, your going to be ok." he whispered and ran his hand through her hair. And they just stayed like that for hours and hours. Just sitting there crying.