Ok totally forgot to do this before so here it is:

I (unfortunately) don't own Grey's Anatomy. I wish I was as talented as Shonda Rhimes, but I'm just not. So as much as I'd love Alex to be mine, he and everyone else belong to Shonda.

STORY TIME!

Two weeks later

Izzie yawns and sits up slowly, trying to delay reality for as long as possible. But just like every morning for the last week, she realized that everything wrong with her life wasn't just a bad dream.

Denny was really dead. He wasn't coming back. She would never seem him again.

And worse, she had cut the L-VAD wires, and was responsible for Denny's dying. And she'd quit her job.

She'd told the Chief that she wasn't a surgeon. And at that point, maybe she wasn't. But now she was ready to go back to being an intern.

She didn't get the same rush from surgery that her fellow interns did. Izzie wanted to save people. She loved knowing that someone was alive because of her.

Which was ironic, since she'd just killed a man she thought she was in love with.

The only thing that had kept Izzie going thorough the past two weeks were her friends. George and Meredith had both taken a couple days off to be with her, and make sure she was ok. Cristina had stopped by once or twice, which meant a lot coming from Cristina.

Bu the person who'd been there the most for her was Alex. He'd practically moved in to Meredith's house, spending most nights either on the recliner in her room or the couch downstairs. He'd started sleeping at home again when Meredith threatened to start charging him rent, but still spent most of his free time with Izzie.

But now they were all back at Seattle Grace, and the house was quiet. Izzie pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and then headed down to the kitchen of the empty house.

Izzie sighed as she turned the corner into the kitchen. Every available surface was covered with baked goods. There were muffins and cupcakes lining the counters, along with the occasional cake. The table was covered with cookies of every kind, in every shape she could think of.

There was a note attached to the refrigerator.

Iz-

I know that you bake when you have issues, and I'm not saying there's anything wrong with that, at least you don't get drunk and sleep with inappropriate men, but Gerorge found a muffin in his shoe this morning, and that kind of worries me. Don't do anything stupid. Page me if you need me.

-Mer

Whoops, Izzie thought, I thought that was a bowl, not a shoe.

She walked to the cupboard, pulling out the bags of flour and sugar that were almost out. She pulled a cookbook down from the shelf and slowly started flipping through the pages, trying to find something to make.

Just as she was deciding whether to make yet another batch of chocolate cupcakes or to run to the store to get the ingredients for crème brulee, including a blow torch, which sounded pretty exciting, she heard the front door open.

Alex rounded the corner and stepped into the kitchen, knowing that's exactly where he'd find Izzie.

"You're baking again?"

"You're off early."

They smiled at each other for a moment. They'd gotten to know each other over the last few weeks, and it was nice to smile at Alex, and have him smile at her, without thinking he was going to jump her bones at any second.

"Yeah, eighty-hour work limit," Alex said, answering her question.

"I thought everyone was ignoring that?"

"They are, but I'm still on the vagina squad with She-Shephard, and I'm not sticking around there any longer than I have to!" he said with a smirk. "Plus, Meredith told we you put a cupcake in O'Malley's shoe. I thought it was pretty funny, but she seemed worried, so I thought I'd come check on you."

"It was a muffin, and it was late at night, and I wasn't thinking," Izzie replied, laughing. It felt good to laugh. She hadn't laughed since the night of the prom. She'd missed it.

And he'd missed her laugh. "Well, it could have been because you have enough food to feed all the starving children in Africa here. Not that it would be very nutritious. It was either O'Malley's shoe or the floor. Although really, Iz, not sure you made the right choice. His feet stink!"

She smiled again, her whole face lighting up. "I know. I just like to bake. I don't want to eat any of it, though, so it just sits here. You can have some if you want."

"I'm only eating this if you are. How about this: We'll each take half of the cupcakes. Whoever finishes first wins. Loser has to figure out something to do with the rest of the cupcakes."

"There must be a hundred cupcakes here! I couldn't eat fifty cupcakes. I'd be the size of a whale!"

"Oh, well if Dr. Model's too worried about her figure…"

"Fine, I'll do it, but don't call me Dr. Model!"

Two hours and fifty-two muffins later, Izzie, slammed her fist against the table.

"Done!" she cried triumphantly, looking over at Alex trying to shove his second-to-last cupcake into his mouth. "I'm sure the hungry children in Africa will appreciate your donation. But you're gonna need a hell of a lot of boxes!"

"Fine. You win. Come here, you have chocolate on your cheek."

Izzie walked toward him, and as he reached up to wipe the chocolate off of her cheek, he finally gave in to what he'd wanted to do for so long.

Alex tenderly held her face in his hands, and kissed her.

AN: Ok, I'm not sure I like this chapter or not. I didn't mean for the kiss to come this early, but it just sort of happened.

Anyway, review and tell me what you think!