Chapter 2:

[Negan/Denny's POV]

"Good thing we have a spare ." I tell Dwight, taking my arm off him, when Richie comes up to me and informs me,

"Actually, considering Hilltop's Dr. Carson is a shitty OBGYN, I went out and stumbled upon a real surgeon. A pretty one too, she's right over there." he says and I follow his finger to where he's pointing, and everything in the room feels like it stopped.

Her unmistakable eyes, her beautiful shade of blonde hair, her soft lips...It was her. That was MY Izzie, Richie goes on and on about his difficulty in acquiring her, but I don't hear a single word. The only thing I can hear is the heart she gave me, beating heavily in my chest.

*Several years earlier*

Seattle Washington, Seattle Grace Hospital, May 14th, 2006

Denny picked up the phone and dialed his parent's number. He had hoped it was still their number, he hadn't contacted them in a very long time. It started ringing, then went straight to voicemail. Denny cleared his throat before he heard the beep.

"Dad, Mom, it's me. I'm calling from Seattle Grace hospital where the beautiful, talented, and incredibly stubborn Dr. Isobel Stevens has just given me a brand new heart and promised to marry me. I know we've had our differences and I'm sorry we've been out of touch. Believe it or not, I was trying to make everything better. I know you're angry but I hope you can forgive me. Turns out, sometimes you have to do the wrong thing... Sometimes you have to make a big mistake to figure out how to make things right. Mistakes are painful, but they're the only way to find out who you really are. I know who I am now. I know what I want. I've got the love of my life, and a new heart. And I want you guys to get on the next plane out here and meet my girl. Everything's going to be different now." He says, then hangs up, leaving the message for them to listen to later. He glanced over at the clock, he still had a whole hour before Izzie would come to visit him. He decided to nap until she got here.

*A half hour later*

Denny woke up to a sharp chest pain. He gasps, then sighs in relief when it subsides. He glanced at the clock. Izzie would be back to show him her dress any minute now. He picks up a magazine, bored, and flips through it. Then he felt another pain in his chest, Then jumps when he hears a rustling in the corner of the room.

"Careful with that brand spankin' new heart there, Denny. Doctor Blondie went through an awful lot of work getting it for you." A voice rang through the room and Denny looked up to see an old associate.

"I mean, we didn't even have to pull any strings to get you that heart, Doctor Blondie did all the work for us." Denny watched as he circled his bed, like he was stalking his prey.

"What do you want, Reggie? You guys didn't have to get me the heart. So the deal is off. Dr. Stevens saved my life, not you. I owe you nothing now. Just leave. I'm out. For good. I'm gonna start my life over." Denny explains and then Reggie moves closer to him, putting a hand on his shoulder with a disappointed tisk.

"You know. That sounds nice and all, but a deal is a deal. You can't go back on your word." His hand slides over to the tubes and wires monitoring Denny.

"We wouldn't want a little accident now, would we? Not after you just got a clean bill of health." He says as he strolls around the other side of Denny's bed.

" See. The boss doesn't really like it when people back out on deals. You know how it is, you shook hands. Know what that means?" He asked, looking into Denny's concerned eyes.

"That means the deal is done. Whether you back out or not. Understand?" He says and Denny shakes his head. Then sighs.

"Alright. Fine. I'll do the job. Set up a meeting with the boss once I check out of here." He says and watches as Reggie pulls away.

"That's what I like to hear. Problem is, the boss wants to see you sooner than later. And, he's decided, He's going a different route in the deal." He takes a few steps closer to the hospital bed, then leans in Denny's ear.

"Those chest pains you felt earlier?" He pulls out a small bottle, then reaches over and pinches Denny's arm. A horrified look crossed Denny's face when He realized He didn't feel it. He didn't feel anything at all. "What did you do to me?! What is that?!" He demands and the weasel's chuckles.

"Yeah, about that. Remember that chest pain earlier?" He repeats," Not your brand spanking new heart giving out on you. It doesn't matter what this is. What does matter, is what it's gonna do to you. A little of this slows the heart rate. Very slow." He bangs on the heart monitor with his free hand as the beeps grow slower and slower.

Denny tries to get out of the hospital bed only to be shoved back into it. His vision begins to blur. He was stupid for not thinking he would sneak in here and kill him in his sleep.

"I… I gotta tell h..her. I gotta tell Izzy." He tries to get up, but instead feels his body work against him. He couldn't believe that THIS is what was gonna kill him.

"Don't you worry about it. Blondie there won't even remember ya. When you close your eyes, Denny Duquette will be gone from this world, forever." He says with a snicker.

His eyelids grew heavy. Denny tried to fight, but couldn't

"Iz…" he mumbles out before his mouth goes numb. When he hears the audible flat line of the heart monitor, only then does he hear his killer's footsteps walk out of the room.

Not even a minute later, he hears the clicking of heels and the door opening.

"Denny?!" He heard her shriek. Denny tried his very damndest to move. Open his eyelids, see her one last time, but then his mind slips away into darkness and that was it.

Where am I? Everything feels numb. Am I really dead? He tries to sit up. Nothing. He tries to open his eyelids, mouth, Nothing. Wiggle my toes? Fingers? No such luck.

That's when he feels himself slide out, and some muffled talking fills his ears.

"Not an organ donor?" He hears.

"Nah. Says here the family wants the body shipped to Michigan. We're gonna need someone to ID the Body first."

"Alright. I'll get on it." He heard the sound of flipped pages and footsteps.

"It says here no autopsy. Bag him for transport. I'll get someone to ID." Then he feels his body shoved in a bag, and it's nothing but muffled noises for about 45 minutes til he hears the zipper of his body bag.

Doctor Bailey's voice projects from above him, He tries to tell her that he's alive. He tries to open his eyes, to scream at her that he's still alive. But all attempts fail.

Then he's zipped up again, and hears Dr. Bailey say wait. He feels hope arise within him, hope that she noticed something was wrong. Or that he was in fact alive. But all she says is sorry. That she's so sorry. And then they wheel him off.

It's hours before the bag is unzipped again. And then the numbness leaves just a single spot on his chest, in his brand new heart.

His eyes suddenly snapped open. And he looks around at the bright light and the face in front of him. He couldn't exactly make out who, as it takes his eyes a while to adjust.

"Izzy…" He manages to croak out, and hears that weasel Reggie's voice cackle.

"No, better. It's me. Your bestest Pal." He pats his shoulder, but he doesn't feel a thing. While he has some feeling to his face, the rest of his body is still paralyzed.

"I…I'm not dead?" Denny questions, blinking his brown eyes a few times, still trying to get them to adjust.

"Hell no. If I was gonna kill you, I wouldn't do it with medicine." He scoffs, then continues, "Big Jim told me to transfer you to Michigan. Word on the street is, You contacted your family." He lets out a tsk.

"Bad move, Denny. Before, you were a cool guy with no ties to anyone, now you choose to contact your family, and get a finance?" He laughs and Denny tries to roll his eyes.

"Boss said we had to fake your death. Makes You less traceable that way. Ya know?" He says before he pulls out a lighter. And lights a cigarette, blowing the smoke in Denny's face.

"You should get feeling back in your toes by the time we get there." Denny glares as he moves the muscles in his face around, trying to work the numbness out.

"What about Izzie?" He asks, and gets the reply of a stomach churning chuckle.

"Who? That dumb bitch Doctor? You still going on about her? You've known her for what, a few weeks. I'm sure she'll cry about you for a week, then forget about ya." He says and this makes Denny grit his teeth.

"Don't you ever fucking talk about her like that again." He says and grits his teeth at that weasel's cackle again.

"Good one, Denny, or should I say, John Doe." He says with another cackle.

"Big Jim will assign you a new name, social, all that jazz once we get there." He then walks to the back of the truck. Denny tries to tighten his hand into a fist but fails. If he had any feeling at all in his hands, he'd strangle him right then and there. Once he recovered, he'd be in a rude fucking awakening.

*present time*

[Denny/Negan's POV]

I stare at the blonde from across the factory room's floor. It was her! Really her. Izzie Stevens, standing in my factory! I just stood there, dumbfounded for a minute, before shoving past people, until I made my way over to her. We both stared in awe at each other. We both probably looked as though we had seen ghosts. Her eyes watered, and I decided to break the silence between us.

"Hi Izzie."

Author's note: So here's a little insight on how Denny turned into Negan, There will be more flash backs later, I know it's not the BEST but I had fun writing it, feel free to leave me a review and let me know what you think!