A/N: And finally, we get to see what Izzie has been up to! That is the most popular question, right before the one about what has happened with Alex. Don't worry, all will be revealed soon. Thanks for sticking it out this long!

George POV

After getting stitched up, I was discharged on the condition that I stay under observation at Izzie's house. She lived in a small, 3 bedroom house on the South Hill, not far from downtown or the hospital, about as far as Meredith's house is from Seattle Grace. It was white, with a front porch, and a small garden. It even had a little tree in front. We had been there for about a half an hour and Izzie hadn't said a word. She was just baking in the kitchen while I sat at the kitchen table watching her.

"Izzie," I tried, for the hundredth time. "Iz, talk to me. Tell me what's new with you. I feel like I've babbled my whole story already. Just… what's your job like? I bet it's good. You're like a big fish in a small pond now. Not a big fish in a bigger pond, like in Seattle. You were a big fish in Seattle though-"

"What in the hell are you talking about, George?" she asked sternly, slamming her rolling pin down on the counter. She was making muffins, or scones, or something. I gapped for a bit trying to regain the skill of speech.

"I-I don't even know?" It sounded like a question, not a statement. More gapping and trying to grasp the concept of talking.

"How did you do it?" she asks, starting on a tangent now. "How did you just up and leave me when I was dying. Oh, yeah, I lived, but that doesn't mean anything, because what if I had died? What then, George? And then, you just get to waltz back into your old life as if nothing has changed. As if we didn't mourn for you and fail at saving your life. As if we didn't do everything we could to keep you with us and still, you slipped through our fingers.

"And I left, and Mere and Alex and Cristina, they all moved on. And me. I've moved on too, George, in a big way! And I'm happy. At least, I like to believe I am. But then, you come back and visit me, and all of a sudden, I feel actually happy for the first time since… Well, in a while." Izzie goes back to mutilating some kind of dough and making louder and louder sounds until she was yelling at it. Finally, she threw down the pin again and fell silent, placing her hands on either side of the dough and hanging her head, like she was exhausted.

"So, you're happy, that's good," I decided to start with, smiling. Izzie shot me a glare from under her bangs. Suddenly the doorbell rang, signaling the end of the conversation for now.

"Crap, I forgot," Izzie muttered under her breath. She moved from the counter and darted to the front door, throwing it open. I got up and lingered in the doorway, watching as Izzie tried to block me from the conversation.

"Hey, Sophie, thanks for watching her for me," I heard Izzie say to a redheaded college girl standing on the porch. Something was handed over to Izzie, but I couldn't see what. "Yeah, I'll let you know my schedule for next week as soon as I can. Yes, I'll pay you then, too. Thanks so much, good luck with your finals."

Izzie closed the door and turned around and I finally saw what was in her arms. A little baby girl, with blonde curls, big brown eyes, and a goofy smile. She was dressed in a light blue dress and polka dot leggings and squirmed in Izzie's arms until Izzie put her down. Izzie then went and leaned against the doorway opposite me, with her arms crossed. The girl started running around the house, travelling into the living room where I noticed, for the first time, a bunch of kid's toys laying on the floor and in the corners. I watched her play for a second before I realized who she reminded me of.

"She's your daughter," I said. "You have a daughter."

"She's almost 15 months old. She will be in a few months. I was just so lonely out here and I found out that Alex had fertilized the eggs I had set aside before Chemo and I needed someone out here to, I don't know, remind me of all of them back home. And I was still in love with Alex. I was actually pregnant when I went back and visited him. They probably told you about that. I wanted to be a family with Alex. I wanted to go back to Seattle. But it just didn't work out. So now, I have a nanny for her and I work and I provide and I have a family with just me and her. Any questions?"

Izzie looked like she wouldn't be taking questions, but I had one anyway. "What's her name, Izzie?"

Izzie smiled a bit at that. "Her name is Beatrice. Beatrice Miranda Stevens Karev."

"You named her after Bailey?" I asked. Izzie nodded.

"And my grandmother, Beatrice. I call her Bee, though. She's my little girl. My bumble Bee."

"What happened to your mother? Why aren't you living with her anymore?"

Izzie sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "My mom died just after Bee was born. She had a heart attack. She lived out here with us until she passed. She used her savings to buy us this house and also left us a bit of money, which I'm saving in an account for Bee to go to college. I want her to be somebody someday, better than me."

"She can't be better than you, Iz," I said. "That's impossible."

Izzie looked at me and smiled. "Alright, you're forgiven. Be my best friend?" She smiled widely at me and I went and hugged her. I missed Izzie.

"Always. Can I meet her?"

"Sure," said Izzie. "You can be her Uncle George." She released me and went to Bee as she started crying when she fell over. I watched Izzie be a mother for a second. She was a natural.

"Bee? Hey Sweetheart, tell Mommy where it hurts. Right there, on your finger? Right there? Can I kiss it and make it better?" Izzie smiled and giggled at her daughter before looking back to me.

"Bee, I want you to meet a very special friend of Mommy's. He's going to be staying with us for a few days, alright? His name is George. Uncle George, ok?"

"Unca Geege!" cried Bee, throwing her hands in the air, and smiling. She had Alex's smile.

"Hi, Beezy," I said, squatting in front of the small girl. She gnawed on her fist, drooling a bit, but still grinning. "Can I call you Beezy? I'm an old friend of your Mommy's. She's a good Mommy isn't she?"

Bee nodded and giggled. A kitchen timer went off in the kitchen and Izzie cursed under her breath. "Damn, George, will you watch her for a minute? Don't worry, she'll love you. She loves everyone."

I nod as the little girl is placed in my lap and Izzie scurries off to the kitchen.

She looks so much like Izzie.

A/N: What would be the Alex/Izzie relationship-name combination? Alexie? Izzex? Alie? Any other ideas?