Fic: A Sane Person Would Marry Me (sequel to What About Me? Izzie/Denny, AU)
Title: A Sane Person Would Marry Me
Author: dancinbutterfly
Rating: R for language
Series: Sequel to What About Me?
Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy
Spoilers: 17 Seconds
A/N:There's so much potential, so many what ifs. This is one of those what ifs.
Summary: Izzie begs him to let her get him that heart but Denny says no. So what comes next?
Dr. Bailey finds Izzie taking precious moments to sleep after their crying jag. Of course, she finds her on top of Denny, her head tucked beneath his chin, and to say that the Nazi is pissed is an understatement of epic proportions. Bailey smacks her with Denny’s chart and she jerks awake and barely controls her fall off the bed. After a lecture that seems to last forever, Izzie is put on surgical probation for a month during which time she is assigned sutures and scud work along with getting to do charts, charts, glorious charts until she says that Izzie can stop.
“This is not all right by any stretch of the imagination, Stevens. It’s unprofessional. It’s unethical. It’s down-right wrong and -“
“Dr. Bailey?”
“What is it?” Her voice is dripping with frustration and her eyes are burning him with anger.
She scares him a little. Okay, she scares him a lot. But not enough to keep him from asking. “How long would it take for you to find a priest?”
“Why? You need an exorcism or something?”
“I need him to perform a ceremony for me,” he hedges and Izzie’s eyes go wide. He doesn’t wink at her because Bailey’s called the Nazi for a reason. She sees all and knows all. Well, almost all. She doesn’t know this. Yet anyway.
“You don’t need last rites, Denny, so what could you possibly need a priest for?”
If he wasn’t Catholic and Izzie weren’t standing there looking adorable as she had a miniature, barely controlled panic attack, that comment would probably irk him more. But he just smiles. “A wedding.”
Her hands plant themselves on her hips and she cocks her head to the side. “Excuse me?”
Izzie has her lower lip between her teeth and wrings her hands. She’s nervous in a good way and he likes that. Keeps her on her toes.
“A wedding,” he repeats and the smile he shines at Dr. Bailey clearly makes her a little nauseous.
“I’ll see what we can do,” she says before grabbing Izzie physically by the arm and dragging. He blows her a kiss as she disappears through the door. He can hear Bailey yelling from the other side of the glass.
A nervous little doctor in his mid-twenties shows up about two hours later. He’s jittery and anxious but eventually he takes a deep breath and comes to a stop beside his bed.
“You asked Izzie to marry you?” he asks without preamble. He looks like a seven year old with huge eyes and an unsure stance but his voice is demanding.
“And you are?”
“Dr. George O’Malley. You asked Izzie to marry you? And she said yes?”
Warmth floods his cold body that has nothing to do with circulation. He’s going to marry Izzie. “As of a few hours ago, yes.”
“Really?”
He just raises an eyebrow at him.
“Right. Of course you did. But really?”
“Yes, really. Why is that so surprising?”
“Because you’re a patient, you’re her patient.” O’Malley is pacing. Back and forth, back and forth and it’s making him a little dizzy. Then he suddenly stops and gives Denny a glare that makes him rethink his earlier assessment about the doctor looking seven. “You hurt her and I’ll kill you.”
“I don’t think you need to worry about that,” he half jokes. Half because he has no idea when his heart is going to give up completely and he’ll have to go to a heaven that can’t be paradise because Izzie isn’t there.
O’Malley’s face seems to scrunch up. “I’m just saying, she’s my family and I have to...”
“You have to look out for her.” Denny finishes for him.
“Right.”
“Because you love her.”
“Yeah.”
“Because she’s special and beautiful and strong and a little fragile and deserves better than a guy whose heart has maybe two years if he gets really, really lucky.”
“Ri- Wait. That’s not what I meant.”
“Too late,” he counters and O’Malley’s brow furrows. “You already agreed. And it’s okay. If I were where you are, I’d say the same thing. And if you were lying where I was with the girl, literally, of your dreams telling you that she loved you and would spend the rest of your most likely short life as your wife, you’d do the same thing that I am. Marry her before she changes her mind.”
The doctor sighs and gets a look on his face that tells Denny that he has his own Izzie, the girl who makes him feel whole and complete and truly alive and also tells him that there’s more standing between him and his dream girl than something as simple as heart failure. “Probably.”
“So do I pass muster?” he asks wryly.
O’Malley rubs the bridge of his nose and breathes out through his nostrils. “Unfortunately. You know, I didn’t want to like you.”
“I’ve been getting that a lot recently,” Denny says with a smile, “Any word on the priest?”
“What priest?”
And that tells him a lot.
A severe Asian woman is his next visitor. She bursts into the room about two hours after George and all of ten minutes before Izzie.
“If you get Izzie kicked out of the program, I swear, I’ll introduce you to the mean side of a fifteen blade.”
And then she is gone, slamming the door so hard the glass shook and the blinds rattled.
“Um, okay?”
Izzie is next. In long sleeves, jeans and her work shoes, his throat tightens when he sees her. His fiancée. He needs to get her a ring, and as she lies in his bed with her head on his shoulder and her hand over his heart, he asks her what kind of stone she’d like.
She says she doesn’t care, and he knew she wouldn’t. She might be beautiful but the glitter wasn’t what mattered to her. She was about the substance and he’s thinking gold will look good against her skin.
She’s there when he falls asleep but there’s a large, black man sitting at his bedside when he wakes up. He blinks a few times, trying to discern if he’s dreaming or not and after rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hands decides that he is not, in fact, imagining things.
“I heard a rumor.”
“Well, that’s generally how rumors work. People hear them. It’s a sad fact of life.”
“I heard a rumor that you want to marry one of my interns. In my hospital.”
“Ah.” He glances at the name on the doctor’s white coat and reads the words ‘Webber’ and ‘Chief of Surgery’ and knows he’s dealing with the big dog. “That rumor.”
“Yes. That rumor.”
“Think we can manage it?” he asks glibly. He’s already in this and so is Izzie so he figures why not go for broke.
“I think this is unethical and against every protocol in the book.”
“Yeah, that’s probably true.”
“Is. There’s no probably about it Mr. Duquette.”
“Yeah, about that…” He rubs at his jaw. “I’m completely in love with Isobel Stevens. And I’m going to marry her. It’d just make life easier on a man with a delicate heart condition if his hospital could facilitate proceedings so that should something go wrong I’ll know that at least in the eyes of God she’s mine.”
Dr. Webber sits in silence for a long moment before he finally speaks with a shake of his head. “Oh, you’re good.”
“Well, I try. So, about that priest?”
“I’ll see what we can do. No promises. And Dr. Stevens is no longer your doctor. That’s nonnegotiable.”
Well no kidding, he thought. Of course she wasn’t. Except in the sense that she was his as in that she belonged to him the same way he belonged to her. In that sense she was very much his doctor.
Father Reilly shows up at eleven in the morning two days later and Denny spends a long time talking to him about his prospects, about God and heaven and last rites and eventual funeral arrangements should the heart he passed up be the last chance he’s given, things he doesn’t have in the will he really needs to rewrite, things that he would never discuss with Izzie in the room. Once that’s squared away, he tells Father Reilly about Izzie and the padre pats him on the shoulder and makes a joke about how Denny is the first man he’s ever married who wouldn’t be wearing pants during the ceremony.
Which happens in the middle of the day while Bailey and her interns are on lunch break. It’s crowded, five people are a lot to fit into a room already filled with equipment but Izzie’s family: Meredith, Cristina, a scowling Alex, and a frustrated but touched Bailey, have to be there. Father Reilly and Dr. Webber make seven and when Izzie walks through that door with George there are nine.
She’s not wearing make up and her hair is tied back in her work do and she’s wearing her work shoes instead of heels. Someone, he’d lay good money on Meredith, has dug up a dress for Izzie to wear sometime in the last two days, instead of the scrubs that everyone else is wearing. And she is a vision in the almost casual white cocktail dress she’s wearing and the single new red rose bought from the gift shop downstairs is more than enough bouquet in his eyes. Because she’s smiling like she’s won the lottery.
“So what’s your something blue?”
She gives him a look that makes his eyes go wide and his thoughts turn truly dirty. He chuckles. “I knew I loved you for a reason.”
The ceremony lasts all of ten minutes, the basic to have and to hold spiel that everyone has heard a thousand times in the movies. They say “I do” and the rings they use are ones that Father Reilly brought with him, temporary place holders until the doctors are convinced his LVAD is working and he can get the real thing.
She kisses him, a long kiss that makes his head spin better than any drug the hospital could offer and she has tears in her eyes, happy tears and he reaches up and wipes them away with his thumb.
“Hello, Dr. Duquette,” he whispers softly even though she isn’t officially Dr. Duquette until she can get down to the Seattle court house and have her last name changed.
She kisses him again, laughing a little as she does so and then her friends trickle out and Dr. Bailey gives them ten minutes alone before Dr. Isobel Duquette has to get back to the work she loves, the work that brought them together in the first place. And to be honest, he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Author: dancinbutterfly
Rating: R for language
Series: Sequel to What About Me?
Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy
Spoilers: 17 Seconds
A/N:There's so much potential, so many what ifs. This is one of those what ifs.
Summary: Izzie begs him to let her get him that heart but Denny says no. So what comes next?
Dr. Bailey finds Izzie taking precious moments to sleep after their crying jag. Of course, she finds her on top of Denny, her head tucked beneath his chin, and to say that the Nazi is pissed is an understatement of epic proportions. Bailey smacks her with Denny’s chart and she jerks awake and barely controls her fall off the bed. After a lecture that seems to last forever, Izzie is put on surgical probation for a month during which time she is assigned sutures and scud work along with getting to do charts, charts, glorious charts until she says that Izzie can stop.
“This is not all right by any stretch of the imagination, Stevens. It’s unprofessional. It’s unethical. It’s down-right wrong and -“
“Dr. Bailey?”
“What is it?” Her voice is dripping with frustration and her eyes are burning him with anger.
She scares him a little. Okay, she scares him a lot. But not enough to keep him from asking. “How long would it take for you to find a priest?”
“Why? You need an exorcism or something?”
“I need him to perform a ceremony for me,” he hedges and Izzie’s eyes go wide. He doesn’t wink at her because Bailey’s called the Nazi for a reason. She sees all and knows all. Well, almost all. She doesn’t know this. Yet anyway.
“You don’t need last rites, Denny, so what could you possibly need a priest for?”
If he wasn’t Catholic and Izzie weren’t standing there looking adorable as she had a miniature, barely controlled panic attack, that comment would probably irk him more. But he just smiles. “A wedding.”
Her hands plant themselves on her hips and she cocks her head to the side. “Excuse me?”
Izzie has her lower lip between her teeth and wrings her hands. She’s nervous in a good way and he likes that. Keeps her on her toes.
“A wedding,” he repeats and the smile he shines at Dr. Bailey clearly makes her a little nauseous.
“I’ll see what we can do,” she says before grabbing Izzie physically by the arm and dragging. He blows her a kiss as she disappears through the door. He can hear Bailey yelling from the other side of the glass.
A nervous little doctor in his mid-twenties shows up about two hours later. He’s jittery and anxious but eventually he takes a deep breath and comes to a stop beside his bed.
“You asked Izzie to marry you?” he asks without preamble. He looks like a seven year old with huge eyes and an unsure stance but his voice is demanding.
“And you are?”
“Dr. George O’Malley. You asked Izzie to marry you? And she said yes?”
Warmth floods his cold body that has nothing to do with circulation. He’s going to marry Izzie. “As of a few hours ago, yes.”
“Really?”
He just raises an eyebrow at him.
“Right. Of course you did. But really?”
“Yes, really. Why is that so surprising?”
“Because you’re a patient, you’re her patient.” O’Malley is pacing. Back and forth, back and forth and it’s making him a little dizzy. Then he suddenly stops and gives Denny a glare that makes him rethink his earlier assessment about the doctor looking seven. “You hurt her and I’ll kill you.”
“I don’t think you need to worry about that,” he half jokes. Half because he has no idea when his heart is going to give up completely and he’ll have to go to a heaven that can’t be paradise because Izzie isn’t there.
O’Malley’s face seems to scrunch up. “I’m just saying, she’s my family and I have to...”
“You have to look out for her.” Denny finishes for him.
“Right.”
“Because you love her.”
“Yeah.”
“Because she’s special and beautiful and strong and a little fragile and deserves better than a guy whose heart has maybe two years if he gets really, really lucky.”
“Ri- Wait. That’s not what I meant.”
“Too late,” he counters and O’Malley’s brow furrows. “You already agreed. And it’s okay. If I were where you are, I’d say the same thing. And if you were lying where I was with the girl, literally, of your dreams telling you that she loved you and would spend the rest of your most likely short life as your wife, you’d do the same thing that I am. Marry her before she changes her mind.”
The doctor sighs and gets a look on his face that tells Denny that he has his own Izzie, the girl who makes him feel whole and complete and truly alive and also tells him that there’s more standing between him and his dream girl than something as simple as heart failure. “Probably.”
“So do I pass muster?” he asks wryly.
O’Malley rubs the bridge of his nose and breathes out through his nostrils. “Unfortunately. You know, I didn’t want to like you.”
“I’ve been getting that a lot recently,” Denny says with a smile, “Any word on the priest?”
“What priest?”
And that tells him a lot.
A severe Asian woman is his next visitor. She bursts into the room about two hours after George and all of ten minutes before Izzie.
“If you get Izzie kicked out of the program, I swear, I’ll introduce you to the mean side of a fifteen blade.”
And then she is gone, slamming the door so hard the glass shook and the blinds rattled.
“Um, okay?”
Izzie is next. In long sleeves, jeans and her work shoes, his throat tightens when he sees her. His fiancée. He needs to get her a ring, and as she lies in his bed with her head on his shoulder and her hand over his heart, he asks her what kind of stone she’d like.
She says she doesn’t care, and he knew she wouldn’t. She might be beautiful but the glitter wasn’t what mattered to her. She was about the substance and he’s thinking gold will look good against her skin.
She’s there when he falls asleep but there’s a large, black man sitting at his bedside when he wakes up. He blinks a few times, trying to discern if he’s dreaming or not and after rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hands decides that he is not, in fact, imagining things.
“I heard a rumor.”
“Well, that’s generally how rumors work. People hear them. It’s a sad fact of life.”
“I heard a rumor that you want to marry one of my interns. In my hospital.”
“Ah.” He glances at the name on the doctor’s white coat and reads the words ‘Webber’ and ‘Chief of Surgery’ and knows he’s dealing with the big dog. “That rumor.”
“Yes. That rumor.”
“Think we can manage it?” he asks glibly. He’s already in this and so is Izzie so he figures why not go for broke.
“I think this is unethical and against every protocol in the book.”
“Yeah, that’s probably true.”
“Is. There’s no probably about it Mr. Duquette.”
“Yeah, about that…” He rubs at his jaw. “I’m completely in love with Isobel Stevens. And I’m going to marry her. It’d just make life easier on a man with a delicate heart condition if his hospital could facilitate proceedings so that should something go wrong I’ll know that at least in the eyes of God she’s mine.”
Dr. Webber sits in silence for a long moment before he finally speaks with a shake of his head. “Oh, you’re good.”
“Well, I try. So, about that priest?”
“I’ll see what we can do. No promises. And Dr. Stevens is no longer your doctor. That’s nonnegotiable.”
Well no kidding, he thought. Of course she wasn’t. Except in the sense that she was his as in that she belonged to him the same way he belonged to her. In that sense she was very much his doctor.
Father Reilly shows up at eleven in the morning two days later and Denny spends a long time talking to him about his prospects, about God and heaven and last rites and eventual funeral arrangements should the heart he passed up be the last chance he’s given, things he doesn’t have in the will he really needs to rewrite, things that he would never discuss with Izzie in the room. Once that’s squared away, he tells Father Reilly about Izzie and the padre pats him on the shoulder and makes a joke about how Denny is the first man he’s ever married who wouldn’t be wearing pants during the ceremony.
Which happens in the middle of the day while Bailey and her interns are on lunch break. It’s crowded, five people are a lot to fit into a room already filled with equipment but Izzie’s family: Meredith, Cristina, a scowling Alex, and a frustrated but touched Bailey, have to be there. Father Reilly and Dr. Webber make seven and when Izzie walks through that door with George there are nine.
She’s not wearing make up and her hair is tied back in her work do and she’s wearing her work shoes instead of heels. Someone, he’d lay good money on Meredith, has dug up a dress for Izzie to wear sometime in the last two days, instead of the scrubs that everyone else is wearing. And she is a vision in the almost casual white cocktail dress she’s wearing and the single new red rose bought from the gift shop downstairs is more than enough bouquet in his eyes. Because she’s smiling like she’s won the lottery.
“So what’s your something blue?”
She gives him a look that makes his eyes go wide and his thoughts turn truly dirty. He chuckles. “I knew I loved you for a reason.”
The ceremony lasts all of ten minutes, the basic to have and to hold spiel that everyone has heard a thousand times in the movies. They say “I do” and the rings they use are ones that Father Reilly brought with him, temporary place holders until the doctors are convinced his LVAD is working and he can get the real thing.
She kisses him, a long kiss that makes his head spin better than any drug the hospital could offer and she has tears in her eyes, happy tears and he reaches up and wipes them away with his thumb.
“Hello, Dr. Duquette,” he whispers softly even though she isn’t officially Dr. Duquette until she can get down to the Seattle court house and have her last name changed.
She kisses him again, laughing a little as she does so and then her friends trickle out and Dr. Bailey gives them ten minutes alone before Dr. Isobel Duquette has to get back to the work she loves, the work that brought them together in the first place. And to be honest, he wouldn’t have it any other way.