AN: So, this is my first authors note... and first Grey's story. Go me. Anyways, its a story about Denny living and the relationship Izzie and him have after they leave the hospital. Honestly, I don't know where I am going with this... but hopefully it's somewhere good. It's not just going to be rainbows and butterflies (fluff!) although it may take a chapter or two to get into the real stuff. Okay, now that that's settled... off we go.

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Isobel Stevens had fallen in love. With a patient. And while that was a clear cut no-no in the world of doctors, and even more so as an intern, it had happened. And she didn't feel bad about it. In fact she couldn't be happier.

Denny Duquette had arrived with a bad heart and from the moment he saw his doctor, Dr. Izzie Stevens, he had been captivated. It wasn't that she was beautiful (although she was); it was her deep brown sparkling eyes and that mischievous smile. He couldn't even help the words that tumbled out of his mouth upon meeting her for the first time, "Capricorn, single, loves to travel and cook." And he thanked God that she smiled instead of laughing in his face.

He found himself trying to be witty and charming, and as astounding as it was, she found it adorable and sexy. She began to dress up for him: put on a little lip gloss, wore her hair down, and put on a little perfume. She even found herself giggling. They disguised their growing bond in long games of scrabble and jokes, until Izzie couldn't deny the fact that their "harmless flirting" had grown into a very meaningful relationship.

Their journey had not been easy, in fact, it was a miracle not only that their relationship had survived, but that Denny had physically survived. His heart was bad, and if Izzie had not convinced him to let her cheat the new heart away from another man waiting, he would not be alive to look into those beautiful brown eyes. In retrospect he probably shouldn't have let her do it, steal the heart. But she was standing there, crying and begging him and telling him that she would never forgive him for making her love him. And from right then on, he was powerless. He would have ripped another mans heart from out of his chest if she had asked.

But here they were. Denny had lived through his heart transplant, asked her to marry him (and she said yes), and now they were preparing to leave the hospital after 3 weeks recovery from his surgery.

Denny was sitting in the bed he had occupied for so long. He wasn't going to need it any more. He was allowed to walk, he was allowed to live in his own home, with his own bed, he was allowed to eat whatever food he chose to prepare for himself, he could sleep without getting interrupted by doctors every other hour, and pee without a tube and into a toilet. And of course there were things that he would eventually be able to do, in a few months or sooner after a little rehab. Things like jogging, hiking, and having sex. That one was at the top of his list.

Denny was signing the last of the discharge paper work when he sensed her presence. He looked up from what he was doing, and there she was leaning against the doorway with a wheelchair and that gorgeous smile he loved so much.

"So, I hear someone has been a good boy and gets to go home today." Izzie smiled even brighter.

"Well, I don't know about that. I heard they were tired of our googly eyes."

Izzie raised an eyebrow, "I do not give googly eyes." Denny chuckled. God, she loved that laugh.

"Yes, you do. I should know, I see them everyday. Multiple times, in fact. It's actually rather disgusting, but I like you so I didn't want to say anything." Denny told her, grinning.

Izzie rolled her eyes. "You know, I'm going to let this whole googly eyes thing go, even though you are the one grossing everyone out," Izzie began, "because I want to leave this place sooner rather than later, and we both know, if I continue this debate, even though I'm right, we will be here another hour. So, get your ass out of that bed, and let's go."

Denny smirked. He thought about putting up a fight, but the truth was, he wanted out of there just as badly, if not more, than she did. "Okay, but just know that you aren't fooling me. I know you want to get out of this hospital only so that you can take advantage of me as soon as we leave." Denny joked as he was getting up and walking over to her.

He stood for a moment in front of her. No matter how many times he had gotten up and was able to walk and stand in front of Izzie, it never got old.

Denny wrapped one arm around her shoulders and tangled his hand in her hair. "Let's go home, Izzie Stevens."

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Okay, so thats it. Review please! Let me know how I'm doing on my first Grey's fic.