a/n: This is just a short chapter to keep things moving a little. Please leave a review. I really appreciate them.

From the next room Alex heard water turn on then off. He looked in the direction of the bathroom and watched George walk out.

His mouth dropped again, what was he doing here? He wasn't supposed to be here.

"Alex." George said walking toward Izzie and stopping behind her.

"George." Alex took a step closer to him. He wanted to look intimidating, he didn't know what was going on but he felt threatened by him. Izzie had been happy when he'd left this morning, now she was an angry mess. "What are you doing here?"

"Izzie asked me to come." There was a tension building in the room. The nurse who'd been sitting in the corner knitting the entire time stood up and left. George looked down at Izzie, he could feel the tension too, some of it was directed at him but most of it was between Izzie and Alex. He needed to get out of there. He didn't belong there, not at this moment. "You need to sought this out." He said mainly to Alex. He bent down and kissed Izzie's check. "Phone me if you need anything." He said, then left, leaving Alex and Izzie alone.

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Alex wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to do, what he should say. He'd been hoping forever that Izzie would regain her memory but it had been so long he'd given up hope. He hadn't considered what regaining her memory would mean, what she'd remember. He wasn't ready for this.

He sat down on the sofa beside her, she moved as far away from him as possible. She didn't want to be near him, she didn't want to be touched, she wanted to be in control and she was afraid that if she let him touch her he'd be in control.

"Iz." He tried to reach out for her again but she pushed him away. "What have I lied about?"

He realized as soon as he asked the question he should have asked what she remembered first.

"Everything." She looked down at her hands. She ran her finger over a scar she had from one of her IV lines. "You, me, us, everything." She wouldn't look at him; she wouldn't give him eye contact.

"Iz." He put his hand on her knee and squeezed it tight. He didn't let go when she tried to push him away. "Everything I've told you is the truth."

"Really?" she looked at him this time. He could see the pain in her eyes; he could see she was hurting. "What about her then? What about him?" she pointed at the photos of Olivia and Denny. "Were you ever going to tell me about them?"

Alex didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say. He'd had no intention of ever telling Izzie about either one of them, but that still didn't make what he'd said a lie.

"Were you?" She looked at him, she was hurt but she was angry too.

"No, but…" she tried to cut him off but he kept talking he needed to explain himself. "You didn't want to know about them either."

She glared at him. How dare he try to blame this on her. "How would you know? How would you know what I wanted?"

"Because you told me."

There was an uncomfortable silence in the air. Izzie didn't know how to respond. Had she told him or was this just another one of his lies?

"When? When did I tell you this?" She finally asked.

"Everyday. Everyday when I'd try and show you things. You couldn't understand, you couldn't follow what I was telling you. You'd get tired, and frustrated, and cry. You'd ask me to stop, and then you didn't want me to start again."

She remembered this. She remembered telling him to stop, but he wasn't talking about them, he was talking about other things. She hadn't wanted to know about other things, other people; she'd wanted to know about them.

"You weren't talking about us then." She began slowly. "You were talking about other things. I didn't want to know about other things. I wanted to know about us. You should have told me."

Izzie was right and Alex knew it. He should have told her or at least tried to. But he had his reasons for not telling and they were good too.

"I'm sorry Iz." He moved closer to her on the sofa and put his arm around her. He felt her body tense a little but she didn't pull away. "I should have told you but these things were in the past, we'd worked through them. It took us a long time but we worked through them. You were so sick, you were struggling to cope with day to day activities. You didn't have the strength to deal with these things then and when you were stronger you didn't want to know about them anymore."

Izzie silently thought about what Alex was saying to her. She kind of saw where he was coming from. She didn't agree with it but she kind of understood it. She had been very sick. Maybe she wouldn't have been able to cope but she wasn't even given the chance to try. She wanted to trust Alex, she wanted to believe him but she was so confused. She didn't know the full story. A part of her wanted to keep arguing, but another part of her just wanted to know. She picked up the photo of Denny and handed it to Alex.

"Tell me everything."