A/N: I HAD TO DELETE AND REPLACE MY PREVIOUS CHAPTERS BECAUSE THEY WERE OUT OF ORDER. SO ALL OF YOU RECEIVED ALERTS AGAIN FOR PREVIOUS CHAPTERS. SORRY!!!! HERE IS THE NEW CHAPTER...

A/N 2: This chapter takes place the next day. It starts in the morning, and will continue from there. The episode that I am following is The Other Side of Life. I have altered McStizzie's storyline to fit the purposes of my story. Also I had to alter Meredith and Derek's story as well. You will see why later. I have modified Mark & Addie's storyline in such a way, so the 60 day pact never existed, but everything else that happened to them did occur.

A/N 3: Thank you to my muse, and to all of my reviewers. You guys are the best!

Previously on Grey's Anatomy:

I feel safe when he holds me like this. Izzie thought. He called me his Kat. How romantic is that? He also didn't freak when I mentioned George, maybe I can trust him with the rest. Maybe, but I really don't know anything about him.

Her breathing evened out, and he realized that she was asleep. He gently places a kiss on her hair. Izzie nuzzled his neck in response, but didn't wake up. I am glad she feels safe with me. I do want to be a better person and maybe one day I will get up enough courage to share some of my secrets. That was the last coherent thought he had before he too fell into a much needed slumber.

Breakfast In Bed

Izzie Stevens slowly opened her eyes to Mark's sun filled bedroom. A smile crept across her face as she thought about the events of last night. A lot can happen to a person in one night. Izzie thought, as she curled herself tighter against him hoping to make this moment last a littler longer. I went from being totally alone and desperate, to having McSteamy holding me in his arms, and keeping me safe. My head doesn't hurt that much. Maybe I can think of a way to thank him for his kindness. She thought as she extricated herself carefully from his arms so as not to disturb his sleep. She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss in his hair. He must have thought I couldn't feel the kiss he placed in my hair, but he was wrong, she thought as she padded to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, and thought about a shower. Mark would kill me if I got in there while he was sleeping. She settled for a clean pair of pajamas, well an old t-shirt and boxers, and washing her face and brushing her teeth. I still can't believe that he bought me things so I would be comfortable. That is so sweet, and very un-Mark like. What's up with that? She donned a headband; a ponytail might hurt, and made her way to the kitchen.

She knew what she was looking for, but didn't find it so she picked up the phone and called room service. "Hello, this is room 1408, could I get a bone dry cappuccino, and a cup of coffee with cream and sugar," Izzie waited patiently as they told her it would be up in 15 minutes. "Thank you very much. Could you also send a copy of the Seattle Daily News and the New York Times?" She listened. "Thanks again." She hung up the phone, and went about finding the things she would need to make breakfast.

She thinks that I couldn't feel that kiss, but I did. What on earth did I do to deserve Izzie Stevens? The Gods must have been smiling down on me. I miss her in my arms already. I wonder where she's going? Mark opened his eyes and he saw her enter the bathroom. He smiled to himself, and shut his eyes not opening them until he heard a knock on the door.

"Thank you so much," Izzie said. "You can put it right over there." She pointed to the living room. After she had tipped the bellman handsomely, she made her way back to the bedroom with the tray and papers.

He smiled as he looked over at her with a tray filled with what smelled like blueberry pancakes. "You're wearing my clothes Kat," He teased her. I am never wearing that shirt again now that she wore it. I've never had a woman borrow my clothes, and wanted her to keep them before. Addison used to borrow my shirts, but I sure as hell didn't want her to keep them. Izzie is the first, well there is a first time for everything.

"Yeah, I am," Izzie said as she set the tray on the bed and crawled in. "Do you mind?" Oh God, he cares that I'm wearing his clothes. One little kiss, albeit an earth shattering one, and already you're wearing the man's clothes. Stupid, Stupid Izzie.

Mark watched her brows furrow together in amusement. She is totally freaked out right now. He reached out and gently cupped her face, and placed a gentle kiss on her lips to stop her mind from racing. He pulled away almost as quickly as he began.

"I love the fact that you're wearing my clothes, Kat." Mark whispered as he rested his forehead against hers. Izzie visibly let out the breath she didn't realize she had been holding.

"What do we have here?" Mark asked pointing to the tray in the middle of the bed.

"Well," Izzie gushed. "I wanted to do something for you for taking care of me..." Mark arched an eyebrow at her suggestively. She swatted him in the arm. "I don't think that I'm quite ready for that," she replied. Yet.

"So, anyway, I noticed you didn't have a cappuccino machine, so I ordered that from room service. I got 2 papers also, because I didn't know what paper you read. You know if you read the Seattle Daily News, or the New York Times. I also made blueberry pancakes, because Alex and Mere say there the best." She took a deep breath in, and waited for his response. Oh my God, I just said that all in one breathe. He must think that I'm crazy, or a ditz. That's so not good Iz, way to go.

She is so cute when she rambles, Mark thought. "It looks great Kat. Thank you for doing all of this. Are you sure it wasn't too much? How is your head feeling this morning?"

"It's feeling a lot better," Izzie replied. "I have a slight headache, but I took some of the ibuprofen that Derek prescribed, so it's feeling much better."

"That's great," He replied as they settled into a comfortable silence to eat the food she prepared. "These really are very good." No one has ever made breakfast for me. This feels a little weird, but a good weird. I definitely could get used to this.

Just go for it Iz. Just ask him what you want to know. Carpe Diem, seize the day. "Mark can I ask you a question?" Izzie asked, as she glanced at him for a reaction.

That question is almost always never good, but maybe with her it will be different. Mark mused. "Sure, but I can't guarantee that you'll like the answer."

She nodded and turned to face him, her legs crossed Indian style. "Tell me something that no one else knows about you." Izzie asked.

What the hell did you get yourself into Sloan? You opened this proverbial can of worms you idiot by asking her what her dream was about, so now you have to tell her something. It's just a question of what you're going to tell her. There are just so many things to choose from, childhood, no, Addison, definitely not. Although she is earning your trust, you're just not there yet.

Izzie could see the perplexed look on his face, and wanted to reassure him. "It doesn't have to be some deep, dark, sordid secret Mark," Izzie said. "Just keep it simple."

"What do I get for the telling of said secret," Mark asked in a business like tone. Izzie just rolled her eyes.

"My undying gratitude and devotion," She mocked.

"Hey, careful what you're offering there Kat," Mark said in all seriousness. A guy could acquiesce under those circumstances. He then laughed at the shocked expression on her face. "I'm kidding, Izzie." Well only half kidding.

"It can be anything, right," Mark asked as he took the Times crossword from her. She simply nodded, and took the rest of the Metro section. Mark thought this over while pretending to do his crossword, but in actuality he was watching her. She really is beautiful, even when she is being an annoying pain in my ass.

"I have a snow globe collection," Mark said softly.

Snow Globes? I tell him I dreamt about George, and he tells me he has a freaking snow globe collection. Wait a sec, Iz; you weren't exactly specific on the kind of something you wanted him to share. Bad Izzie, I'll have to be more specific next time. "Snow Globes? She asked, trying hard not to chuckle. "I have to say that was not what I was expecting, but I'll take what I can get. Can I see it?

"Sure," Mark replied. "Come with me." He reached for her hand and laced his fingers through hers pulling her off the bed with him. They walked hand in hand into the adjoining room, which Izzie found out was a home office. She walked in and looked at the leather bound books that lined the walls and the oak desk that sat in the corner. There was also a couch along the window, but she noticed the glass case that stood against one wall. As she moved closer she notices that the shelves were lined with various snow globes. They each were different in their own right.

"I got them from every city that I visited since college," He said. "No one but you has ever seen these. I have never trusted anyone enough to show the globes to before. I know it sounds lame, but I do have a reputation to maintain."

"They are beautiful Mark," Izzie gushed. "Thank you for sharing this with me." She moved to kiss him, but they were interrupted by a pounding on the door.

"Whoever that is better be bleeding," Mark snarled as he dragged Izzie out of the room. Izzie just laughed at him.

Mark flung open the door to the penthouse angrily. "What the hell do you..." He trailed off when he took one look at Meredith and Karev. She looks terrible. What the hell happened to her?" His eyes darted between Meredith and Alex, narrowing when they landed on Karev. If he hurt her, so help me God, I will cause the man bodily harm. First Izzie, and now Mere, I don't think so.

"Mark I am reconvening the DMC." Meredith stated as she pushed her way into the room. "Come on Alex, let's go." Alex just shrugged his shoulders, and moved past Mark with the box he was carrying.

"Hi Iz," Meredith said giving her friend a hug. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm good Mere," Izzie responded. "What's with all the stuff?"

"I need baked goods, and I need them now!" Meredith yelled. The shocked look on Izzie's face made Meredith's face and voice soften. "I'm so sorry Iz, I didn't mean to yell. It's just that my life is going to hell, and Cristina's busy with the wedding. I just need some chocolate and tequila." She turned to look at Alex and Izzie noticed the red mark on her face.

"Mere, what happened to your face?" Izzie asked with concern.

A/N: TBC very soon! I promise. I wouldn't keep you all in suspense. Please push the purple button, and let me know what you think. Please...