Hey everyone! Thank you for the reviews, I'm glad everyone seems to be enjoying the story so far :) I'm really enjoying writing Molly, if you haven't read a few of my OC stories and other Grey's ones, I love writing children's characters. Enjoy the chapter and the new episode tomorrow! I'm so excited.

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Chocalate is gawd: I agree with you on your name :) Thank you! I love Alex and Izzie too. I actually think I'm starting to develop an unhealthy obsession regarding their relationship.

Iheartalexnizie: Thank you :) I hope I'm not making Molly seem too smart and unrealistic, but I know a couple five year olds that are almost as mature/smart as Molly. Yeah, I considered just having them be together at the beginning, but it's so fun to write all the buildup.

Fangirl44: Molly is pretty sweet :) I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Village Voice: haha yeah she definitely is.

A tattered rose: thanks again for your review. This chapter came out different than I thought, but next chapter, there's some changes with Molly, not like she turns physcotic or anything, but showing a more flawed side of her.

Izzie was quiet. They all noticed it, at dinner. It was a rare evening that the three of them (Alex, Izzie and Meredith) both ate dinner together. Izzie had cooked for them, made spaghetti, garlic bread and some kind of pavlova for dessert. Izzie had intended it to be a fun dinner, where three friends ate together and talked. But it hadn't turned out that way.

"So," Meredith cleared her throat. "Iz, this is really good."

Izzie smiled. "Thanks." She tried to find something to say, but could think of nothing so she retreated back into silence.

"How did Mrs. Patterson's surgery go?" Izzie asked, only because she looked at a deck of cards that was lying on the table, and thought for some reason of bingo and Mrs. Patterson.

"Fine," Alex said. His brief stage of being nice to her seemed to have passed and was replaced once again with asshole Alex. He poked his spaghetti.

"You not like it?" Izzie asked. "You don't have to eat it."

"I've had better," he said, as he twirled a few noodles around his fork.

"Great," Izzie said brightly. "I'm glad you appreciate it."

Meredith shot Alex a Look, before turning her attention to Izzie. "My mother never used to cook," she said, "so I appreciate a homecooked meal." She said this as though she was trying to make up for Alex not appreciating it.

Izzie smiled at Meredith. "Mine neither," she said. "Used to cook I mean. By the time I was three I was an expert at Alphagetti though." Izzie had meant, once again, for it to sound lighthearted but it ended up sounding more pitying and self-induldged than funny.

"Well, I'm going to go," he said. He took one more bite of his spaghetti and pushed the plate with the tip of his finger sort of towards the dishwaser. "Bye."

The door shut and Izzie dropped her fork with a clatter. "He just.."

Meredith waited patiently for Izzie. "He makes me sad," she said. She'd been going to say angry, only sad came out instead. "And angry too. Because.. I don't know. I think I might.. I think that I might like him more than just a friend, maybe. Like him enough to one day, love him, or something. And I sort of... I thought he felt like that too, but he clearly hates me intensely and would probably rather I just fell off a building than be in the same building as him." Izzie was surprised how much it hurt to talk about Alex. She was also surprised that she was talking to Alex about Meredith.

"Izzie," Meredith said carefully, "Alex.. I don't know, maybe I'm crazy but I think.. he loves you. A lot. And don't ask me, if he loves you, why he's such an ass. Because I don't know. It doesn't make sense. What should happen is that he should treat you right, because that's what you deserve, and you should go out together and eventually get married. But sometimes Iz... I don't know. Things don't end up the way they should, and people like Alex, they're not always good.. at the feeling thing I guess."

"Do you think it's bad?" Izzie asked suddenly. "That I could like Alex. As more than a friend? Because of Denny? It.. it hasn't been that long. Since he died." Izzie fought to keep her voice under control, to keep tears from leaking into her eyes.

Meredith touched Izzie's arm gently. "Iz."

"Y-yeah?" Izzie asked. She was digging her nails onto her legs, making half moon circles. She would not break down in front of Meredith. She would not.

"It is perfectly okay. It's normal and healthy and Denny.. he wouldn't want you to be sad all the time, and to never go out with anyone. Okay?"

Izzie sniffed and a few tears dripped off the end of her nose. Meredith moved her hand to Izzie's back. Izzie didn't know what was going on. Tears fell into the spaghetti, and Meredith rubbed her back.

Izzie realized that sometimes it wasn't that bad to collapse and have someone catch you. Because for a long while, Izzie hadn't had anyone to catch her. So she didn't collapse, for fear of falling. But it felt good to know that sometimes, people were there to catch you. You just had to be willing to fall.

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"Hey," Molly stage whispered. She'd gotten to be very good at stage whispering. The man across the hallway from her looked up. She waved at him. "Could you come here please?" She asked. "And thank you." The man waited a minute. He put down the big binder he had in his hands, and stuck his head into Molly's room.

"What's your name?" Molly asked. She used to be really shy and she used to never talk to anyone, but after she got sick she wasn't so shy anymore. She wasn't sure why. Wesley told her it was because when she got sick she got superpowers to talk to people she didn't know.

"I'm Doctor Karev."

"Yeah, but what's your first name?"

"Alex."

"Do you know someone named Izzie?" Molly asked. "She's real pretty and has white hair."

Alex nodded. "Yes I do."

"Okay. Well I just thought I'd let you know she's in love with you." Molly sucked on her thumb a little but and watched what Alex looked like after she said that.

"She was here yesterday, vistin' me. And she told me about her friends, you and George and two girls. And how George used to be her best friend only she took his cookie, and how she really likes you only you're mean to her. And I don't think it's very nice to be mean to people, and I think that if Izzie loves you, then you should love her back, 'cause my Mommy and Daddy loved each other only they got killed, so they didn't get to love each other long enough. So I think if you find someone that loves you a real lot, you should stay with them forever and be nice to them and not mean."

"She told you all that?" Alex said.

Molly nodded. "Yup. She said that you guys like each other, only you're mean to her, and she thinks you hate her. And she's sad about it, you can just tell. That's all." Molly smiled at Alex. "Thanks."

Alex bit his lip. "Molly?"

"Uh-huh?"

"Do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"But don't tell Izzie."

"Okay."

"I don't hate her."

"Then why are you mean to her?" Molly asked. "It doesn't make any sense."

Alex thought about it for a minute. "I don't know."

"Well are you sorry you're mean to her?" She asked.

"Yes. I am."

"Maybe you should just tell her that," Molly said.

"Maybe I will."

"Okay."

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Molly was talking to Wesley, only it wasn't working like it used to. She used to think that Weslsey really understood her, but maybe Lucy from Social Services was right. Maybe Wesley was just a stuffed bear that didn't understand a word she said. But she was trying to make believe like he was real, for just a little longer, when a girl stuck her head into Molly's room. It seemed to Molly that people kept sticking their heads in.

"Hey, Molly."

Molly waved. "What's your name?"

"Meredith."

"Ohh.. do you know somebody named Izzie?" Molly asked.

Meredith nodded. "Yup. Izzie's the doctor that's staying with you at night, right?"

"Yeah."

"Do you like having her stay with you?"

"Oh yeah. She's probably my best friend right now. But a doctor came in here today and he told me that they're gonna send me back to Social Services soon, and I don't want to go back, because thne I'll never see Izzie again."

Meredith considered this. "Sure you will," she said. "Izzie will come visit you."

"Nuh-uh. That's what everybody always says. And no one ever comes."

"Izzie will come," Meredith assured her.

"How do you know?"

"Because.. because she's Izzie."

"Okay," Molly said, seemingly content with this answer. "Hey, Meredith?"

"Yeah?"

"Is Izzie your friend?"Molly asked.

Meredith smiled and nodded. "Doctor Stevens is one of my very good friends."

"Okay... like your best friend?"

"You could say she's like my family," Meredith said.

"Okay. Thank you. Have a good day," Molly smiled and went back to talking to Wesley.

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"Hey Alex," Meredith said, plunking her salad onto the table beside Alex.

"Hey," Alex nodded at her. "Did.. have you been to see Izzie's patient?"

"Molly."

"Yeah. Did she.. when I went to see her, she.. I don't know. She asked me if I liked Izzie, and she said that Izzie was in love with me, only she thinks I hate her. Who the hell tells a five year old that?"

Meredith shrugged. "It's true."

"I know, she's always so damn unpro-"

"No, Alex. Not that part. The part about her thinking you hate her? She does. No freaking wonder."

"What? Come on, I'm hardly-"

"Alex. You're mean to Izzie. And really, I'm getting sick of it and sick of you, and if I feel that way then who knows how poor Izzie feels," Meredith said, stabbing a leaf of lettuce.

"Meredith. Seriously." Alex rolled his eyes.

"Alex, seriously."

"I am not mean to Izzie."

"Yes you are."

"Did she tell you that? Did she say, her Meredith, Alex is really mean to me?"

"She told me that you make her sad," Meredith said, instantly regretting this and realizing that Alex would probably go get pissed off at Izzie, thus making Izzie pissed off at Meredith.

Alex went silent, then looked as if he was about to say something when Cristian sat down. "Damn it," she said.

Alex rolled his eyes. "What's wrong with you now?"

"Barbie stole my patient."

"Molly?"

Cristina thought. "Hm.. yes. Probably. The cardiomyopathy one?"

Meredith nodded.

"Yeah, Molly. She stole her," Cristina made a face and bit down on sandwich.

"Cristina, Izzie didn't really steal her, Bailey asked Izzie if she'd take care of Molly."

"Why? Why would she do that," Cristina said. "Really. Tell me."

"Maybe-"

"Okay, when I say tell me I don't actually mean tell me."

"Maybe," Alex said, "it's because Izzie's good with kids, she cares about them and not just how good their surgery will be."

Cristina poked Alex in the forehead. "Meredith, you disagree don't you? I am marvelous with children. I'm a freaking kid magnet, I'm a maternal motor."

Meredith raised her eyebrows. "A maternal motor?"

"Whatever. You disagree?"

"Cristina.." Meredith said. "It.. I don't know. Izzie is good with kids."

"Yeah, but so am I!"

Alex laughed. "Whatever, physco cardio godess."

"Whatever... Evil Spawn."

Alex poked Cristina back in the forehead. "Evil Spawn thing is old. You need a new nickname for me."

"No. It suits you. So anyway, whatever, even if Bailey did give her Molly, she could have said no, Cristina is her doctor."

"She's not an idiot," Alex said. "She might care more about the patients than you do, but she's not going to pass up a cardiomyopathy case to make you happy."

"Well." Cristina settled into a huffy silence, because she couldn't argue with Alex on that. It brought a welcome quiet to the table, an unusual quiet, but a quiet nonetheless.