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ynscrazylife · 2 years

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Something Always Happens in Seattle

Request: “Can I request being addisons daughter and you having to get surgery and she just so worried and scared”

Summary: Addison gets worried when her daughter has to have a surgery.

Authors Note: To involve more characters, this is set in the later seasons of Grey’s Anatomy. AU that Derek and Mark are alive. Reader was adopted by Addison as a kid and came to Seattle for a visit.

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“I’ve been riding motorcycles forever,” Y/N’s friend had said.

“We won’t go on the highway,” Y/N’s friend had said.

“It’s perfectly safe,” Y/N’s friend had said.

And yet he had angered another motorcyclist on the road who had intentionally bumped into them, sending her friend (who sat in front) flying. The motorcycle skidded to the side, into a ditch, and Y/N found herself half-underneath the motorcycle. Her right leg was crushed by it while the handle had snapped and was now stabbing Y/N square in the chest.

Looking up at the rich blue sky, Y/N’s first thought was: ‘Shit’. Not only was she in an immeasurable amount of pain, but she had no clue where her friend was and the guy who had hit them had sped away. Thankfully, her phone had been in her left pocket and hadn’t fallen very far. It was still within arms reach, and Y/N managed to grab it and dial 911.

“911, what is your emergency?” The responder on the other line asked.

Y/N explained that she was involved in a motorcycle accident with a friend and told them they needed an ambulance at the road they were at. Once the responder told her not to move, Y/N insisted that she knew that, seeing as her mom — the famous Dr. Addison Montgomery — was a world-class doctor. The responder offered to stay on the line with her, but Y/N said it was alright. She had to call her mom and tell her she was coming, after-all.

“Chris?!” Y/N yelled, calling for her friend. When he didn’t answer, she cursed under her breath.

Y/N dialed her mother’s number and, after a few rings, she picked up. “Hey, kiddo. I just finished a surgery. What’s up?” Addison said.

“Hey, mom. You know how Chris took me out on his motorcycle today?” Y/N began, figuring that there was no beating around the bush.

“Yes . . .” Addison answered, trailing off and sounding a little worried.

“We got into an accident. Another motorcyclist crashed into us. Don’t worry—I already called an ambulance,” Y/N was quick to explain.

“Oh my god,” Addison said, gasping. “Are you and your friend okay?”

At Y/N’s hesitation, Addison let out a sigh.

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Minutes later, Addison got off the phone and headed towards the nurse’s station, rubbing her forehead.

“Everything alright?” Mark asked as he and Derek approached. Other attendings and surgeons (Richard, Bailey, Meredith, Amelia, Lincoln, Owen, Teddy, and Jo) were nearby.

Addison planted her hands on the counter and shook her head, looking down. “Y/N was riding on a motorcycle with her friend and they got into a crash,” she said, her voice quiet.

“Is she okay?” Amelia asked, walking over to Addison and trying to comfort her.

Addison shook her head. “She said she was hurt. A lot,” she answered, trying to control her tears.

Amelia hugged Addison tightly and the rest turned away, giving her some privacy.

“Let’s meet Y/N in the ER,” Bailey advised the group, before leading them there. Amelia and Addison followed behind.

When they got to the ER, Levi and Taryn were wheeling Y/N in but Owen soon toon over. “She has a penetrating wound to the chest from the motorcycle’s handle. Her right leg was also pinned underneath the motorcycle. Stats are okay,” Levi told Owen, before joining Taryn in rolling in the gurney that carried Chris.

“He was unconscious at the crash and has an open wound to the head. Stats are good,” Taryn reported about Chris.

Knowing that Addison needed Amelia and not her ex-husband, Derek jumped to take Chris.

“Schmitt and Helm are with Shepherd. Pierce and Lincoln are with me,” Owen ordered, before pushing Y/N into the Trauma 2 room.

The rest crowded outside Y/N’s room, Amelia, Addison, and Mark pressed up against the window. “She’ll be okay,” Amelia assured Addison, rubbing the redhead’s arm.

They watched as Maggie assessed her chest, Link assessed her leg, and Webber assessed any other injuries. After a few moments, Owen poked his head out of the room. “There’s a lac on her head. Not sure if it’s just a cut or if she hit her head. Shepherd, can you . . .?” He said.

Amelia glanced at Mark. “Stay with her,” she said, and it wasn’t a question, before following Owen back inside.

Addison’s eyes fixated on her ex-sister-in-law, nearly pressing her nose to the glass. She watched as Amelia shined a light in her daughter’s eyes and instructed her to follow simple commands. When Amelia looked up and smiled at her, Addison let herself relax.

After talking to Owen, Amelia came back out. “Maggie is going with Y/N into surgery to remove the bike handle and then Link will have to do a surgery to repair the broken bones in her leg,” she reported, placing her hands on Addison’s shoulders to brace the redhead.

Addison stiffened, shaking her head. Logically, she knew that Y/N would have had to have surgery for the bike handle, but she hadn’t been thinking like a doctor since the second she heard Y/N’s voice over the phone. “Surgery . . .” Addison echoed, trailing off into a slight daze until Y/N was being wheeled out in the hallway.

“Y/N,” she said, gravitating towards her daughter and brushing the hair out of her face.

Although in pain, Y/N managed a smile as she saw her mother was worrying. “‘M okay,” she slurred slightly, from the blood loss and shock.

Addison smiled warmly, masking her fear. “I know,” she said. “I’ll be right by your side the moment you wake up.”

Y/N nodded a bit, and then Owen resumed pushing her on the gurney.

Addison watched until they passed through the doors. Amelia put an arm around her. “I’ll sit with you in the waiting room,” she said.

Amelia guided her towards the seats, with Mark following. The other doctors either prepared to scrub in or, if they could, joined Addison in the waiting room. Amelia sat next to her and Mark sat across from them.

For a while, Addison was silent, too deep in her own thoughts to talk. Amelia, Mark, and a couple others made small talk, but Addison didn’t look up from the floor until Derek joined them.

“Chris is fine, he’s asking about Y/N. Did they take her into surgery already?” Derek asked as he went to sit next to Mark, who nodded.

Addison looked up at her ex-husband and squeezed Amelia’s hand, who squeezed back. “He’s alright?” She asked, just to confirm.

Derek nodded, giving her his usual charming smile. “Y/N will do great,” he assured her.

Addison glanced towards the doors, tapping her foot. “I know,” she murmured, but didn’t sound convinced and didn’t bother to try and fool anyone. “It’s just . . . Two major surgeries. God, she must have been so scared, in so much pain and all alone.” She started tearing up just imagining that, and Amelia gave her a hug.

“Y/N handled it greatly, though, even if she was in pain. She called an ambulance, she called you. She got herself and Chris to safety,” Amelia reminded her, smiling.

“I should call Jake. He and Henry should know what happened,” Addison said.

Knowing that Addison already had enough on her plate with an injured daughter in surgery, Amelia pulled out her phone. “I got it,” she said, before dialing Jake’s phone number.

After a lengthy conversation, Amelia hung up. “Everyone is wishing Y/N well and wants updates. Jake, Henry, Sam, Naomi, Violet, Charlotte . . . you name ‘em,” she said.

Addison smiled, remembering the family she built in L.A. By now, a couple hours had passed. Doctors came and went, Amelia stayed at her side, and Derek and Mark only left if they got paged on an emergency. “Can someone get an update?” Addison requested of the group.

Mark nodded and stood up. “You got it,” he said.

He returned a few minutes later, wearing his usual bright and proud smile. “Pierce successfully removed the handle and Lincoln has already started repairing her bones,” he said.

Addison nodded, smiling and wiping away some stray tears. She shifted a bit in her seat uncomfortably. “I think I’m going go wait in her room,” she said, before standing up.

Amelia, Mark, and Derek all stood up with her. “You guys don’t need to come with me, you have surgeries and work,” Addison said.

“Excuse you, I want to wait for my niece,” Amelia said, and they both shared a smile and a laugh, before walking to the Nurse’s station.

“I second that,” Mark added, following her.

That left Addison and Derek, who turned to face each other. “I’d like to wait for her,” he said, putting his hands into his pockets.

“Are you sure?” Addison asked, not wanting it to be awkward.

Derek nodded. Together, they followed Mark and Amelia to the room that Pierce and Lincoln would be taking Y/N to. When they got there, Addison and Amelia sat on the opposite sides of the currently empty bed and Mark and Derek sat next to them, For the next few hours, the only movements where either Mark or Derek going on coffee runs, getting snacks, or answering pages.

After what felt like eternity, they brightened up to Y/N being wheeled in. Addison watched anxiously as they transferred her to the bed and got her hooked up to the monitors. When they left, Link stayed behind.

“The surgery went very well. She’s going to need lots of recovery and physical therapy, but I know you’ve been waiting a while, so we can go over that later,” Link said.

“Thank you,” Addison said, before turning full attention to her daughter.

As Link stepped outside, Amelia followed. She wanted to thank him personally for helping out her niece and then went to get an update on Chris, who was staying for overnight observation.

It took a bit for Y/N to wake up from the general anesthesia, but Addison and Amelia were at her side the entire times. Mark and Derek came and went, Link and Maggie checked in, and the other doctors visited. Jake even flew down with Henry and get well soon wishes from the doctors back in L.A.

As terrified as Addison had been, she was just glad that her daughter was alright and was recovering. Trips to Seattle never failed to be anything but interesting, and all Addison (or anyone, really) could do was hope that nothing would top this trip in the ones they were sure to go on in the future.

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lavendelhummel · 15 days

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I was tagged by @onaperduamedee to do this game, thank you for that!! I obviously am not good at short questions-short answers but I will do my best ;)

Last song: I started my top100 of 2023 list from Spotify while dying my hair earlier, so there was a good mix. The last one I consciously remember was Ne m’applle pas, by Coeur de Pirate. (ah, looking for that link, I saw that there was Requiem on Water (yes, from the twilight soundtrack) Talking to the Moon, Greensleeves, Bobby, and currently River from the Sky, playing in between)

Currently watching: Star Trek Voyager! I enjoy it so much! It’s fun and I like the characters so much! I like how they care for each other and that the relationsips are so various and most of them not romantically but non the less important. They seem so real. And I enjoy the fact that it’s episodic plots and a lot slower than newer series a lot at the moment. I was overwhelmed with the fast paced dramatic stories and got stressed out by things I actually like. Voyager is calmer and let’s me actually relax, so that’s great.

Three ships: Siuaraine (Wheel of Time), Bering and Wells (Warehouse 13), and… those are the two I am hung up about. Oh, I also wrote fic for Marla/Fran from I care a lot. But not currently. I am currently positively surprised by liking a hetero ship for the first time in years, Tom/B’Elanna from Voyager, it’s cool to see that when the characters are well done, I can also like them even though they are not gay. But keeping it with wlw and also WoT, I am still sailing my little Berelain/Annoura (WoT) ship all by myself.

But yeah, I’ll leave it at those two, there is no third invading my thoughts as much as them.

Favorite color: used to be blue, but I discovered that I like red. Also yellow! Maybe that. But seriously I love colours in general, the more colourful the better, I am not choosing.

Currently consuming: The weekend. Or, ehm the plant hair-dye on my head?

First ship: ouufff, first fic I read was about was Amelia/Owen from Grey’s Anatomy. Well. Made me question a few things about myself because *I liked her so much*.

Relationship status: Very single in my little bubble, and trying not to feel bitter about my well of loneliness (ha, what a great lesbian pun I got in here 😅).

Last movie: But I am a cheerleader with @lilolilyr! I fell asleep… sorry. But we watched D.E.B.s right before, I was awake, and it was great.

Currently working on: Trying to combine two intense work things with also taking time off, to feel less burned-out while doing all of this. It’s a challenge, because time happens so fast, and it makes me feel guilty, but I am trying. Also working on being okay with that, the taking time to chill, not succeeding at things, working on being more okay with myself, less mean, which is even harder. But I try. Fandomwise, still the washing machine/mermaid AU for Bering and Wells and also still Chapter 8 of Yellow for Siuraine (both of which I thought would be long finished my now). I want to finish those so I can start other fun ideas that are cluttering my head/notebook!

The rules said to tag 9 people to get to know better, so let’s see: I am tagging @anandabrat @akittennameddaisy @incompletesong @viharistenno @woodytwig @wibblywobblyida @hecatesbroom @cozcat @masterpieceofunderstatement no pressure to answer these of course, do it if you like to and if not, just don’t ;)!

Thank you for the tag @onaperduamedee!

#tag game

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emily-prentits · 10 months

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i can’t BELIEVE there are no amelia/stephanie fics for when amelia was staying with stephanie while hiding out from owen. must i write everything myself

#write what you want to see i KNOW but consider. i don't want to write.#amelia shepherd #stephanie edwards #grey's anatomy #thea talks

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object-writing · 2 years

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hello !!! im clover and this is my writing account !!!!

i write about object shows !!! mainly hfjone/ONE though !

you can request a oneshot or small chapter story if you want !!!

just; no nsfw,toxic ships (ex; airy x liam,taco x microphone etc),sibling x sibling or child x adult

unless its a request i will mostly write nailpack (owen x liam),sodapack (or lice) (bryce x liam),whatever the f#ck the ship name is for whippy creamy x subway seat (its not my favorite but i do think its cute), charlotte x amelia (maybe), and um owen x bryce x liam and sodascentpack

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if you do not like what i write about please just block me i dont want conflict on this account or my main

i will not do x reader stories

i probably wont do airy ships but eh

do not send my fics to cheesy hfj or anyone else on the hfjone team (or any other of the creators of the object shows i write about)

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blog ran by @lee-the-gay <3

#hfjone #osc #object show community #one object show #onehfj #fanfiction #writing #liam hfjone #bryce hfjone #amelia hfjone #charlotte hfjone #owen hfjone #hfjone sodapack #hfjone sodascentpack #oneshots #oneshot #hfjone whippy creamy #hfjone subway seat

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drreporting · 3 months

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Do you can make an omelia fic. Amelia discovers her feelings for Owen early on on their dates.Hot please... I don't know if you understood what I wrote, my first language is not English

Amelia and Owen had been dating for a few months now, and things were going great. They had a strong connection and enjoyed spending time together. However, as their relationship progressed, Amelia started to develop stronger feelings for Owen.

It all started on their fourth date. They had decided to take a hike in the nearby mountains, and as they reached the top, they were met with a breathtaking view. As they stood there admiring the scenery, Owen wrapped his arms around Amelia from behind. The warmth of his body against hers sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but lean into him.

They stood there for what felt like hours, just taking in the beauty around them. But in that moment, it wasn't just the view that took Amelia's breath away. It was the way Owen made her feel with his touch. She had never felt this kind of connection with anyone before.

As they made their way back down the mountain, Amelia couldn't stop thinking about the way Owen's arms felt around her and the way his lips had brushed against her neck. She knew then that her feelings for him were more than just a passing crush.

Their next date was a romantic dinner at Owen's place. After a delicious meal, they sat together on the couch, talking and laughing. But as the night went on, their conversation turned more serious, and they started opening up to each other about their past relationships.

Amelia was surprised at how comfortable she felt telling Owen about her past. She had always been guarded when it came to her emotions, but with him, it was different. He made her feel safe and understood.

As they talked, Owen leaned in closer to her, and their eyes locked. In that moment, all of Amelia's thoughts and fears melted away, and all she could focus on was Owen's intense gaze. Without realizing it, she was leaning in closer to him, drawn to him like a magnet.

Their lips met in a soft, hesitant kiss, but it quickly turned passionate. Amelia could feel the fire building up inside of her as their bodies pressed against each other. She wanted him, and she wanted him now.

As they made their way to Owen's bedroom, their hands never left each other's bodies. Clothes were discarded along the way, and they fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and desire.

Owen was a skilled lover, and Amelia couldn't get enough of him. Every touch, every kiss, sent her further into ecstasy. She felt like she was on fire, and the only way to extinguish it was with Owen's touch.

They explored each other's bodies, finding new ways to pleasure one another. Amelia had never experienced anything like it, and she couldn't believe how good it felt to be with Owen. She had never wanted a man as much as she wanted him in that moment.

As they reached their peak, their bodies trembling and moans filling the room, Amelia knew that this was more than just physical pleasure. She was falling for Owen, and she couldn't stop herself even if she wanted to.

After that night, Amelia and Owen's relationship only grew stronger. They explored each other's passions and desires, but more importantly, they continued to open up to each other and share their deepest feelings.

#omelia #amelia shepherd #owen hunt #omeliafics #owelia #oweliafics #amen #amenfics #grey's anatomy

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spookyrobbins · 2 years

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@previous anon you are so right and you should say it. as i bi person who has been physically and emotionally abused, as well as bore witness to domestic abuse, i can assure everyone that arizona’s implied biphobia is not the same as abuse, and frankly i take offense to implications that they are synonymous. mistreatment and abuse are not analogous—arizona was horrible to callie post plane crash but being treated poorly is not trauma, the same way feeling sad is not depression.

and look i’m all for discussing who wronged who or how they both hurt each other bc theyre dumb. i will even sit back and listen to people bash callie/arizona like could not be me but you do you

grey’s has addressed trauma and the implications of it, see: owen’s PTSD, amelia’s addiction after witnessing her father get shot, etc. but calzona was not intended to portray abuse, though somehow the fandom took the term and ran with it.

i know people who have left forums and stopped reading fics bc they have felt belittled and therefore isolated. like it’s 2022, folks, let’s at least acknowledge the implications of throwing around certain terms. (this isn’t a dig at you but asking this here for visibility)

(posting for vis)

#i hope you’re in a safe happy place now friend #pls feel free to reach out whenever #this is also a blanket invitation to anyone who needs support in this fandom

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amelinksanatomy · 3 years

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Everything’s A Mess

A/N: So, this is going to be a multi-chapter fic based after the season 17 finale. It was just an idea my friend mentioned and I decided to write. I wouldn't actually want this to happen to be honest but... I hope you all enjoy! Let me know whether you want me to continue!

One month.

It had been a whole month since the wedding.

A whole month since he’d left the apartment... Left her.

Amelia still hadn't really processed what happened that day. It’s like she’s been on auto-pilot ever since. Everyday she gets up, gets Scout up, goes to work, comes back to an empty apartment, puts Scout to bed before going to sleep herself, ready to do it all again the next day.

After the wedding, Link had come back before she had the chance and packed a bag full of his things. He’d sent her a blunt text later that night to tell her that she and Scout should stay at the apartment since all of the baby’s things were there and that he’d crash elsewhere.

She couldn't let herself think about it too much.

She couldn't let herself wonder where it all went wrong.

It was taking everything in her to stay sober and, she needed to be sober. She needed to be sober for her little boy. He was counting on her. He needed her. So, she didn't let herself stop moving long enough to think about it.

Communication between the two was more or less non-existent at this point. They avoided each other in the corridors. Their usually identical schedules now opposites where they could help it. They only spoke if they had to while working on a case or during their Scout hand-offs. Even then, it was very limited. If she was being honest with herself, it hurt. This was once the person she told everything too, her darkest secrets and all. It hurt that they had seemed to lose all ability to talk to each other, like they didn't know how anymore.

She couldn't let herself feel it.

She didn't.

She didn't let herself feel any of it until she saw those two red lines.

When suddenly, in a matter of seconds, everything came crashing down around her.

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Six weeks had passed.

Six weeks since he walked away and left her on that beach.

Amelia had been sitting with the knowledge that she was pregnant for the last two weeks and she hadn't told a single soul.

She was in denial that it was even happening.

She wasn't letting herself think about it.

Of course, that would be a lot easier if she was feeling normal. But, as she was forced to step out of an imaging room and throw her head over a medical waste bin in the hospital corridor, she was reminded of her situation once more.

“Amelia?” she heard her name from behind her and while she couldn't see who it was, she would recognise the voice anywhere.

“Are you okay?” Owen asked as he approached her, instinctively pulling her hair out of her face. His question was answered as she retched into the trash can. He rubbed a gentle hand in circles on her back as she emptied her stomach, throwing up the little food she’d manage to eat that morning.

When she was finished, Amelia lifted her head up slowly. She held herself up using her elbows, resting them on the plastic sides of the trash can as she looked at Owen. He was offering her a concerned smile, “You alright?”

Amelia nods gently, “Just, not feeling great.”

“Amelia, if you're sick then you should go home and rest.” he suggested, letting go of her hair as she straightened her back slowly. Honestly, that was the last thing she wanted to do; be alone with her thoughts.

“No, no, uhm,” her voice quietens as she tries to hold off the tears, “I’ll be fine.”

Owen, knowing Amelia well, sees right through it. Holding a hand against the small of her back, he begins guiding her down the corridor towards the on call room at the end of the hall. The moment the door was closed and they were alone, Amelia broke. She couldn't hold it in anymore. Her fear and heartbreak overwhelmed her as she sobbed, lowering herself onto the edge of the bed, her head in her hands. Her body shook as she cried, finding it hard to catch her breath. Owen hadn't seen Amelia like this since that night on the deck after Derek died. He quickly moved so he was sitting next to her, immediately wrapping an arm around her back and pulling her into him. Her hands continued to cover her eyes as she let herself feel everything she’d been shoving down for the last six weeks.

“Amelia, hey, what is going on?” Owen asks softly, holding her head against him. Amelia continues sobbing into his chest, attempting to catch her breath.

A few minutes pass before she had composed herself enough to be able to pull together an explanation, “He left. I screwed it up. We screwed it up. I told him I wasn't sure if I wanted to get married and he proposed anyway-” her voice breaks again, “We promised to check in with each other. He didn't and he proposed anyway and when I couldn't say anything, he left and now I’m pregnant and alone and all I want is for him to hold me and tell me everything’s going to be okay but that can't happen. He's not even talking to me unless it’s about Scout. We blew it.”

Owen tries to hide his shock, unsure whether she meant to tell him all that or if she just slipped up. He runs his hand up and down her back reassuringly, “You're...” he asks cautiously, looking for confirmation.

Amelia looks up at him with teary eyes, nodding as her bottom lip quivers, “I found out a couple of weeks ago.”

“Does he know?” Amelia takes a deep breath, “No. I haven't told anyone.”

Owen offers her a sympathetic look, “Have you decided what you want to do?”

“I made an appointment.” she confirms, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, “It’s in two weeks.”

“Which, I know isn't what he is going to want. I know even if he pretends he’s okay with it, he won't be. But, I can't think about that right now.”

Owen’s hand pauses on her back as he remembers back to a conversation they’d shared months ago. One where Amelia had confided in him about not wanting any more kids because she couldn't put that kind of pressure on herself. Amelia’s sniffles pulled Owen from his thoughts.

“Amelia, I’ll be here for whatever you need. If you need a break, Teddy and I are always happy to take Scout. If you want me to come with you, I can do that. If you just need someone to confide in, I’m always here for you.” Owen offers. Amelia gives him a small smile of gratitude. “But... I do think you should tell Link. No matter what’s happened between the two of you, you love each other and I'm sure he would want to be there for you.”

Amelia wasn't sure that’s true anymore. If this had been a year ago, she knows Link would stand by her no matter what. She knows that he would've given her a speech about how he just wants her to be comfortable with her decision, no matter what it was. However, over the last few months, he’d become infatuated by the idea of a second kid despite her stand offish responses and so now, she's not so sure what kind of response she’d receive if she told him she was planning to get an abortion.

“Owen, please.” Amelia looks up at him, her teary and tired blue eyes making contact with his, “Please don't tell anyone, not even Teddy.”

“I promise, Amelia.” Owen smiles, reaching a hand across and placing it over hers, “I’m not going to tell anyone.”

“I do think you should tell Link, though.”

Amelia sighs heavily, “I will. When I’m ready.”

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hellonovember18 · 3 years

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Watching Bly Manor multiple times helped me observe the way Dani's lips tremble with smile or nervousness. It's just this subtle movement of her lips which makes me think what a wonderful actress Victoria is! Her acting, her walk and her accent in the show was just on point and gave so much of added personality to Dani.

Like in this scene when Jamie comforts Dani by saying that they can take it one day at a time. Look at her eyes, her lips. I cannot stop thinking about them 🥺😩

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thedefinitionofendgame · 2 years

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18.11 grey’s anatomy *spoilers* reactions/opinions:

I didn't need to start the episode with Nick lol...not mean just a personal opinion

Zola watching "morning cartoons" aka Mer's whipple is such a Grey-Shepherd kid thing to do

"you're not avoiding me are you?" oh link, you don't know the half of it-

Owen making PTs cry is so funny (I know I'm a terrible person for it, leave me alone)

Link and Owen conversing used to be such a weird combo cause of Amelia but now it just seems every worse cause Link isn't much better than Owen as a person after last episode ☠️

Richard telling Levi his own story was a choice but I don't think it was what Levi needed at all

Kai looks SO HOT in their scrubs. Amelia too

When Mer opened the door, I cackled cause it was like feeding time at the zoo with everyone staring

Teddy & Jo bonding was unexpected but I love it

NOT THE CAMERA OH MY WORD

Dr. Wright is becoming Bailey's new favourite...makes me think of George 😭

To be blunt, can I ask what Nick's purpose is in this episode?

Richard should speak video games, then maybe Levi will listen

THAT LOOKS LIKE A SLUSHIE- I WONDER IF THE RED COLOUR IS STRAWBERRY OR CHERRY FLAVOURED ;) (kidding!)

what if the robot kills david?

OH SHIT AMELIA IS NEEDED TO SAVE HER EX-HUSBAND!

Tom and Owen are gonna be in the same room again...although this time it's with Owen unconscious lol

TEDDY NO SORRY WHAT no you cannot break up your marriage again, NO

oh thank god she grabbed his hand, towen will be okay-

"you are someone who loves their people so hard that when they're in trouble you will drop everything to make sure they're okay" oh my heart

JOLINK NO NO NO

Richard stop talking about medicine to Levi who doesn't wanna hear it

Why are they talking about STAR WARS oh my word

HOLY SHIT WRIGHT DID NOT JUST TRY TO KISS BAILEY OH GOD NO

why does every episode end with Mer & Nick, I do not consent

#grey's anatomy spoilers #nick marsh #richard webber #levi schmitt #wiccan #jo wilson #anti jolink #atticus lincoln #owen hunt #towen #amelia shepherd fic #kai bartley #meredith grey #miranda bailey #tom koracick #mer x nick #grey's anatomy season 18 #grey's anatomy #the definition of endgame

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nevergiveupneverrun · 3 years

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Bodyguard - Bonus chapter Sixty-Nine "Disillusionment"

Hello, how are you? It’s been a long long time. I'm truly sorry, it's been a crazy year. Here is chapter Sixty-Nine of my Story Bodyguard, yay! It’s the last bonus chapter and the last chapter of Bodyguard! I hope you will like this chapter.

I’m sorry in advance for the mistakes… English isn’t my first language and I do my best. Here is the link to the previous chapter: Click Here.

I hope you will enjoy this chapter :) 💛

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3 months later

How could you do that?

Why did you run away like this?

It’s the worst decision of your whole life… you lost so much with this choice… I’m not sure she forgives you…

Sitting in one of the spooky rooms of the Special Services Branch, Rosie’s words and questions see popping up like a nagging litany in my mind. Back in the United States, not without difficulty with my cover identity, Rosie was the first person I visited. The reunion was intense in emotion and tears… it was only after two hours that she managed to calm down realizing that I was alive and understanding what I was awkwardly trying to explain to her about the real situation.

My death: smokescreen.

My role of spy.

My identity was abandoned in favor of my homeland so that I endorse the characters necessary for my missions.

I spent a total of 4 days with Rosie, in this little locality of Canada that I love so much and which soothes me more. After a certain distance and reserve, she had ended after two days by returning to her usual behavior with me and fully integrating my presence at her side. And it is on these last two days that her questions and her words have completely come to light: no matter how hard I tried to justify my choice, she didn’t understand it. I tried for my part to collect some elements on Amelia… as if to prepare myself for this.

Rosie had thus revealed to me that Amelia visited my parent’s house at least once a year, probably using the key I had given her. She usually stayed there for a week, preferably in the spring, and enjoyed the moments she shared with Rosie, away from the hustle and bustle of the city and her occupation, because obviously, her status was unchanged: an essential artist of the American scene.

I realized, however, that Rosie was sticking to basic information and not telling me anything about what had become Amelia’s life: all the more specific and personal questions that I was trying to ask her, Rosie refused to answer, giving me for all feedback: "You must ask these questions to Amelia. It is up to her to answer you." The mystery was still there for me, as I was back in Seattle:

Is Amelia okay?

How had she lived these almost two years which have passed?

Has she found that hint of happiness that I wished for her when I decided to leave?

The cracking of the door takes me out of my memories… and the silhouette of my most loyal supporter appears and walks confidently into the room. A thin smile spreads over my face, like a relief to recognize a familiar face after these two years living in the lie, where I have known only threats and enemies. I get up and shyly take a step forward then take him in my arms for a long second.

- It makes me happy to see you, Nathan…

- Me too Owen… glad to see you got out of this mission…

We stay silent for a few moments, then I go back and take a little distance. I feel his benevolent gaze on me as if he was studying every detail to detect the differences left by time and by my cover identity.

- I see you adopted the three-day beard look… it changes you… he resumes smiling.

- Yes, the budding beard was part of the look of my blanket and I decided to keep it in… it seems fashionable, considering the number of men that I see in the streets of Seattle, I conclude with a smile.

Nathan nods then I can see his face take on a more serious and almost darker appearance.

- How are you, Owen?

The question seems the simplest possible… and yet the tone he uses lets me guess all the meaning he associates with it. I lower my eyes a few seconds before trying my hand at an answer.

- I’m glad to be back home… but the situation is much more difficult than I thought…coming back from the dead is not really a scenario that I have already had the opportunity to prepare…

- Logically, you shouldn’t go through this, given the choice you made almost 2 years ago…

- Yes, I know… and I remember very well that you warned me. But at that moment, 2 years ago, I was convinced I was making the right decision for everyone. And above all, I was convinced that I was the strongest… that the reason would be the strongest.

- I’m not here to lecture you, Owen… I’m here to help you if I can…

He slips a hand into his suit jacket pocket and takes out two items: an envelope and a bunch of keys.

- Here is the key to your apartment: I asked to keep it and not to sell it as you asked me before… I suspected you might change your mind.

I collect the keys, a look grateful for the lucidity of Nathan who knew me better than anyone… even myself.

- And in the envelope?

- In the envelope… that’s what I fought for a week and your call announcing your return. I managed to give you back your Owen Hunt identity, to have your death canceled after long discussions with the management…but you lose your agent status… they don’t want to hear from you anymore.

I was speechless for a few seconds.

What I was doing was completely outside the rules. When you sign up as a spy, it’s a lifelong commitment… the identity that you lose, you abandon it forever. I never imagined that I could have found my life before, back to my true identity…coming back I had prepared to consider an entire life under a new name. Nathan gave me an unexpected and invaluable gift.

- Ho…how did you manage to…

- Don’t worry, he interrupts me, pushing the envelope on the table in my direction. In there you will find all your papers: passport, identity card, license… for the administration, your death never took place and you are an American taxpayer like all.

- I don’t know what you say… I hope you haven’t risk for your situation.

- You know, my career is more behind me than in front of me… I have no more to lose, he says with a smile.

- Thank you, Nathan…

These are the only words that come to me. Words that I express in a breath, won by the unfailing commitment that he shows to me.

- On the other hand, you imagine the compensation…you have no interest in being noticed in any way that it is regarding the authorities and do no imagine having to ask for any support if you were considering becoming a bodyguard again.

- Of course, I understand… but anyway, I don’t intend to completely resume my previous life.

- What are you going to do then?

- I don’t know yet…I have enough money aside to be able to take the time to give another meaning to my professional life…but I know I won’t be able to be anyone’s bodyguard after this experience…

A silence of a minute or more suddenly sets in.

My gaze remains on the bunch of keys and the envelope that materializes this life that I thought was lost forever…I rediscovered my identity, my apartment, and my memories, and yet I knew that some things were different. Things that would be much more difficult to find.

- Do you plan to see her again? Is that why you came back?

Nathan’s question pierces the silence and targets precisely the biggest unknown of my return as Owen Hunt.

- Yes…I did not manage to forget her…I realized that I am more unhappy far from her, that I suffer more than in any other situation. Even if I don’t live up to her expectations…I need to know…to try to be who she expects.

- I won’t tell you anything about Amelia, you have to confront her alone…but know that two years is short and long at the same time…and your "death" was a terrible ordeal for her…I don’t know how she will react when she sees you again…but prepare yourself psychologically… she went through very difficult times.

Everything Nathan expresses to me, I was already anticipating. But hearing my fears and thoughts thus confirmed by a third party, one of those I trusted the most, only increased my nervousness.

- She…is she fine?

- Yes, she’s fine Owen… I haven’t stopped keeping an eye on her since you left as you asked me. Your return will however be a real shock. She’s been healing her pain for the past two years… she loved you really, you know…

The past that Nathan uses makes me tense despite myself, but I try not to pay too much attention to it. In two years, many things could have changed: for her, maybe I was just a memory…

- Just tell me, what do you hope by seeing her again? Why are you planning to see her again and come back to her life?

- I…I just hope to explain to her that I regret my decision…that this is the only outcome that I imagined, two years ago, I was not ready for anything else, unfortunately…that I blame myself for all this pain that I inflicted on her…

- And now are you ready for something else?

- Yes…beyond all that, I have this somewhat crazy hope, that she hasn’t forgotten me… that the feelings that you evoked are not completely extinguished…

I realize by expressing aloud my previously inner hopes that they may seem completely utopian…and at the same time, I’m in a state of mind to tell myself that I have nothing to lose.

I have already lost so much in the last two years.

I don’t want to have any more regrets, unanswered questions.

Even if I come out with a broken heart, I will know…I will have tried everything…to no longer live with these regrets and these doubts that consume me a little more every day.

- I hope the outcome will be happy for you Owen… but prepare yourself… the journey may still be difficult… and you risk suffering even more…

I nod, but my conviction is stronger than anything…a question burns me despite everything…

- Do you think it’s lost in advance… that I don’t stand a chance?

Nathan looks down as if to think, then quickly finds my pupils.

- I do not predict what may happen… I have never been good at guessing women's reactions, especially when it comes to love… he retorts, a smile in his voice.

I smile back, which relaxes me a bit, after these exchanges marked by a certain tension for me.

- How am I going to find her?

- She lives at an address that you know well…

He lets the mystery hover for a few seconds, before revealing the information I miss.

- Amelia returned to Madison Park… she had the house that was so dear to her rebuilt, as to foil the fate and misfortune that may have taken place there a few years ago.

The revelation made just now by Nathan leaves me wondering and admiring… she found the strength to start over in this place, which corresponded the most to a « home » which she missed so much during her childhood and adolescence. Her strength of character will always impress me… some things had not changed, and my hope is rekindled a little more.

- Good luck, Owen…

Nathan warmly shakes my hand, while placing his other hand on my shoulder.

- I hope happiness awaits you at the end of the road for both of you, you deserve it.

- Thanks for everything Nathan… sincerely…

Later in the night

The images from the talk with Nathan fulfill my expectations, shifting me from hope to despair.

Here I am again in Madison Park, a few steps from a house that crystallizes all my anguish but also my wishes. This evening in May is particularly sweet and brings back memories of times spent in the same neighborhood, a certain summer. I realize that in 3 months, it will be precisely 2 years since I left her life….that I officially died for her…

I get off my motorbike, the waiting motionless, sitting on my motorbike becoming unbearable. A glance at my watch reveals to me that it is 9 pm: I have already been waiting for an hour…the house remains desperately dark, with no sign of life.

Does Amelia have any commitments outside of Seattle?

Maybe I’m stupidly waiting for nothing and she won’t make an appearance tonight?

I doubt.

I hesitate.

The wait allowed me to observe the details of the house…it seems to have been rebuilt as faithfully as possible to the original building: the same porch with staircase and columns, same large windows to let in light. The only noticeable difference that I notice is the terrace which was built a little more in the corner and the back as if to be better protected from view and the outside.

The roar of an engine suddenly gets closer and I make out a taxi driving down the quiet street of this district of Madison Park until it stops in front of this house that I could have drawn with my eyes closed.

The beating of my heart activates immediately in a thousandth of a second.

Without thinking, like on autopilot, my legs start to move and slowly approach the house. I soon see a silhouette getting out of the car.

A female silhouette, dressed in a leather jacket, revealing a guitar bag on the back.

The detail confirms the identity of this young woman for good.

It’s her…she is there, a few meters from me.

My pace quickens as she climbs the steps to her front door. She looks for her keys in her bag for a few seconds, a reprieve that allows me to make up my delay and to place myself silently on the penultimate step of her porch.

I hear the clinking of her set of keys in her hand.

I take a deep breath, my heart seems ready to explode in my chest.

My lips finally let this name escape, which I have whispered every night for so long months while climbing the last two steps to find myself at her height.

- Good evening Amelia…

A metallic and muffled sound then rises.

My gaze catches the silver reflection of the keys on the ground, fallen a few centimeters behind her. The shock of my voice visibly made her escape from her hands.

Her back is still facing me. She stays motionless.

I recognize her silhouette much more precisely. The first detail that strikes me is her hair, which only reaches her shoulders…and this feeling that she is even more fragile and thin than before as if she had lost weight…

I perceive her hands to take place along her body.

Her left hand then starts to shake mechanically.

I speak again as gently as possible to dispel her anguish and shock.

- Amelia…calm down…I know it’s unbelievable at this moment…but it’s me…Owen…

I can see her breathing becoming more jerky and difficult as her shoulders and back jump slightly, and her strong, forced breath echoes up to my ears.

A little helpless in front of her paralysis, I immediately reveal the truth of the situation, the deception that I imagined.

- The truth is… it’s that I did not die at the Music Awards Evening…

Following these words, her body moves slowly in profile and she turns completely.

I discovered her for the first time of these long months, a few centimeters from me.

I recognize the details of her face, then discover this new haircut that looks great on her…but her eyes escape me as she keeps her gaze down. As if she refused to discover my image.

- What you saw almost two years ago… was a smokescreen…

An unexpected reaction then takes place before my eyes: she lifts her face in a sudden movement. But I hardly have time to discover her as a sharp and loud snap hits my right cheek. A slap where she seems to have put all her strength and anger. I close my eyes for a few moments in shock.

I hear her breathing still strong, but the rhythm is slightly different marked more by anger than fear.

I end up looking up and opening my eyes again.

She is there, in front of me, her eyes red and misted with tears. Her wide eyes reveal a vibrant intensity which studies me…observe me…almost rediscover me.

Her features are hard, her expressionless face. The reflection of hurt and shocked woman.

- I can’t go back, but…

- What are you doing here? She interrupts me, with a hint of aggression in her voice. Does your little smokescreen life no longer suit you? She continues with a touch of sarcasm, behind which however I perceive a sharp pain.

In the worst-case scenario I had imagined, I had not considered her first words to be so harsh and scathing…filled with blame and anger. Despite myself, I am destabilized by the turn of events. I was not prepared for this confrontation…for a meeting so fraught with tension.

A few seconds pass in an electric atmosphere.

I study her face, noticing a new emotion take place…anger gives way to pain.

And it is in a less assured and almost trembling voice that she takes the floor again.

- I can’t believe you staged your own death…after all that may have happened… all that I have been able to experience…

- I know it sounds completely illogical… and unforgivable, but just let me explain…

- It doesn’t matter, leave me alone…you are no longer part of my life… she whispers tiredly.

- Amelia, I understand the show this is for you, but…

Footsteps rise behind my back and a voice rings out, interrupting me in my explanations as a silhouette settles alongside Amelia.

- Amelia, everything is fine?

I recognize Andrew with surprise… and my eyes widen even more when I discover a baby, asleep in his arms.

Amelia silently nods to her question and stretches out her hands to take the baby.

She focuses on the arrival of Andrew and this toddler, behaving like I am no longer there.

I remain paralyzed in front of the scene and these exchanges, taken aback by the flow of information that accumulates and collides in my mind.

Andrew watches Amelia pick up the toddler, kiss his forehead, then finally turns his attention to me. I notice his feature wrinkle for a few seconds, then tighten as he recognizes me.

He observes me a little more intense but remains silent.

Amelia, the baby still in her arm, retrieves her keys from the ground and slips them into the lock.

The door creaks open and she steps into the house.

- Andrew…

A touch of exasperation and annoyance awakens in Amelia’s call, while Andrew remains as if fascinated by my presence.

- Yes, honey, I am coming, he finally responds by breaking the connection with my face and coming back in his turn.

The term of affection concludes to answer my questions and to tighten my heart a little more.

A heavy ebony door closes quickly and gradually in front of me while the gaze of the one, who has haunted my days and my nights so much, refuses me…ignoring me completely, as if to show me that I am only a memory for her… a forgotten past and that she does not want to relive.

Before the door closes completely, a few words reach me as the last connection with this woman whom I have betrayed and hurt deep inside.

- Goodbye, Owen…leave us alone.

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Thank you for reading this chapter and this story. It was a great journey with you guys! Hope you will like it.

I wrote a new story about omelia and I don't know if you are interested and if you want to read it. I can post the first chapter and you will tell me if you want to read it or not!

Stay safe and be happy 💛

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kaimelia · 3 years

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could you write something about Amelia and Owen being friends again? after she tells Owen about the baby? thank you !

Happier

a/n: hi! sorry for the delay in posting, it’s been a weird week. i hope this is what you were looking for, it’s more of a long-term thing rather than a one moment fic.

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“Can you see if Amelia can take Leo?” Teddy moved to grab her phone, pulling up Amelia’s contact and sending a quick text.

“She’s not going to want to, Owen. He’s probably gonna get her sick from whatever Allison has.”

“Just ask, okay?” His girlfriend set down the phone before it buzzed. “Is that her?”

“She can take Leo, do you want her to stop by and pick him up?” Owen nodded, shifting the crying baby in his arms. Allison had come down with some bug and taking care of a sick baby was proving to be more work than either of them anticipated. Sure, Leo had gotten fevers when he was young, but even at the youngest Owen had known him, Leo was only six months old. “Okay, she says she’ll be here soon, she just has to put the car seat into Link’s car.”

“Link?”

“Her boyfriend, the one we work with?”

“I know who Link is, but is he gonna be with her and Leo?”

“I mean, probably. Is that an issue? Is Link a psychopath and I’m just not aware of this?” Teddy waited for him to respond, instead just watching as he rocked back and forth with the baby. “Owen?”

“Hm?”

“You’re being weird about Amelia and Link.” He shrugged his shoulders and sat down in the nursery chair. “For the record, I think he’s good for her. She looks really happy, and I know that you two have a lot of history, but you should try to be happy for Amelia.”

“They’re having a baby, her and Link.” The blonde woman raised her eyebrows at him and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Okay, so she’s moving on. Just try to be happy for her, Owen.”

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“He slept for most of the night. And we had Cheerios for breakfast, so he should be pretty easy for a while.” Amelia handed over the small bag that he and Teddy had packed for Leo as Link walked up behind her.

“And here’s the little guy,” Link said excitedly, bouncing the boy on his hip. Owen took his son before smiling and rustling his hair.

“Thank you, again.” Amelia smiled.

“Of course. You guys can do it for us one day.” At her words, his eyes drifted down to look at her stomach, where her hand rested on her bump, which was more obvious than before. Silence settled between for a moment before Link wrapped his arm around Amelia’s waist.

“Well, we should probably get going, we have plans for lunch.” The couple said goodbye to Owen and headed back to their car. “That was painfully awkward,” Link commented, backing the car out of the driveway.

“He’s been weird ever since I told him about the baby. I wish that we could all just move on and be friends. I mean, he had a baby with Teddy and I was fine with that, why can’t he just be the same?” Link grabbed her hand over the console of the car.

“You weren’t so fine with it at first. Give him some time, he’ll come around.”

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Meredith’s hearing took longer than expected. Owen could swear he’d been sitting in the lobby waiting for at least the past 7 hours. Sure, he knew that legal processes took a long time and blah blah, but they’d already finished the hearings and now they were just waiting. Amelia, Link, and Teddy had returned a few minutes ago, sharing the news that Castello had died (something he thought Amelia seemed a little too excited about) and everyone had returned back to what they were doing before that. He sighed, checking his watch, hoping to make time speed up by any rate. Owen stood up and got himself another coffee, turning back around to the couch while taking a sip and sitting back down and engulfing his attention into his phone.

“Hey,” Amelia muttered, sitting on the couch across from him. “I feel completely dead.” Owen looked up and offered her a smile.

“I know. Are you going to stay until they have news?” Amelia nodded, adjusting the pillow behind her back.

“Yeah, Meredith drove me here, anyway. I was thinking about leaving with Link, but Meredith would pester me about it for the next few months, so we’re gonna stay. How about you?”

“Staying.” The two engaged in some small talk for the next few minutes before Link walked over, sitting down next to Amelia on the couch. Owen watched as the brunette smiled up at her boyfriend, and leaned her body against his.

“You look exhausted,” the orthopedic surgeon commented, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “Do you wanna head out? I’m sure Meredith won’t hate you.”

“No, she’ll just leave me behind whenever we carpool to work. Although, who knows if that’ll be happening any more.” Owen raised his eyebrows.

“Really?”

“I’m just being honest here.” He couldn’t help but feel awkward as Link whispered something into her ear, emitting a laugh from her as she glanced up at her boyfriend, a large grin spread across her face.

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Link looked terrified. Frankly, Owen had just told him that parenthood was the most terrifying thing ever and he was just going to be more and more scared, which was not the response he was hoping for. Owen seemed to notice and let out a sigh. “It seems bad, but you’re going to be fine. I promise that everyone makes it sound more terrifying than it is.”

“Didn’t you just say-”

“Of course you’re going to be terrified, but once he’s born you’ll also be insanely happy. And everything will be perfect for a while.”

“I’m just worried about Amelia. She’s scared of what’ll happen and I know she’s still dealing with a lot of grief. From Christopher.” Link stopped as he handed the nurse the instrument he was using. “And with the extra stress from whatever’s happening with Richard, she’s pushing herself, and she doesn’t want any input from me, of course.” He looked up to see Owen standing still. “Sorry, I probably shouldn’t have said anything-”

“No, it’s okay. We’re all family now, right?” Link nodded.

“Right.”

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He had settled outside of their hospital room, hoping to take his mind off of the cancellation of his wedding, and probably the end of his relationship with Teddy. Amelia and Link were laying on the hospital bed with his arm wrapped around her while both of them were completely enamored by their son who was laying in her arms. Owen smiled softly, remembering when Allison had just been born and he was just as happy. It had only been a few months since that time, but he would do anything to get that happiness back. He didn’t want to interrupt their little bubble of happiness, even as much as he wanted to go in and hold the baby and share some of their happiness. He knew if he went in the room, they’d ask why he was at the hospital instead of getting married and he would have to explain everything. There’d be a time for that in the future.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, but eventually, Link stood up from the bed to rock the baby around. Amelia looked over and saw Owen standing outside of the window and waved to him. He waved back politely, noticing the smile on her face. She had rarely smiled like that while they were together and it was a smile he had just gotten to see more recently. She looked happy. Happier than he had ever seen her, and he was truly happy for her and Link. He knew that Link was good for her, better than he could be.

And that was it. It was suddenly that simple; she was happy and he was happy for her.

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Submarine

Hey, hi, hello. Here is the Amelink fic based on the ‘contractions/sister Love’ prompt I received from a lovely Anon. I hope you enjoy. It’s been a little while for me and I’m busy getting ready to move house again so It’s definitely not my best work but I hope you like it regardless!

Thank you for all your lovely messages! Please do let me know what you think and what you’d like to read next!.

I’m working on the next chapter of the Darkening and should have that out to you in the next week or so xxx

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Enjoy xxx

Meredith met Maggie in the hallway, as she swayed out from Amelia’s room. It was silent and dark inside. “Is she alright?” Meredith asked, knowing from Maggie’s texts, that Amelia had been home in bed all day. Maggie smiled tightly and gently closed Amelia’s door.

“Kinda, well not really, she broke up with Link” Maggie uttered in a low whisper.

“What? Why?” Meredith said, Maggie held her index finger to her lips, pulling her cardigan closed around herself with her other hand.

“She’s sleeping…” Maggie said, indicating towards Amelia’ room with a nod. “She ended it because he said he wasn’t sure he wanted to be with her if the baby was Owen’s” Maggie said, letting Meredith take the stairs first.

Meredith sighed, folding her arms and turning to face Maggie once they reached the bottom. “Oh dear” she said, frowning, lips pursed.

“Mmm,” Maggie nodded. She sat her hands on her hips.

“He loves her though” Meredith added, shrugging, shaking her head.

Maggie nodded, “And she loves him, but… she’s” Maggie sighed, glancing up at the stairs, “She’s hormonal and stressed and… She’s not coping with the uncertainty”

“She doesn’t want to get hurt” Meredith said, arms dropping from their fold, glancing up the stairs too.

“Yeah, I think she just needs love and comfort right now” Maggie said, slipping her hands into her back pockets as the pair migrated to the kitchen.

Meredith clicked the kettle on and leant against the counter top. “I mean I get what Link is worried about, I totally do... but I do understand what Amelia is dealing with. She’s... very pregnant... When I was that pregnant, sometimes I just wanted to make a nest and curl up in it till the baby was born. And I… I wanted Derek to lay over me, and shelter me from everything, even after he was gone, I… Longed for that...” Meredith said, eyes hollowing and bluing slightly as she fell into the recedes of her memories.

Maggie captured her gaze, anchoring Meredith back to her. She smiled sadly, warmly.

“She’s trying to protect herself” Meredith said, drawing a lock of hair behind her ear with her index finger, and folding her arms in an embrace.

“Yeah... I see that too... I said that to Link, that she was hormonal, but I don’t know… he seemed pretty pissed. Too pissed to see what she’s really doing and why she might be doing it.”

“We just need to support her and that’s it, none of the other stuff is up to us” Meredith said, taking out a mug. They remained silent, Maggie sat down at the table, leaning on her elbow, eyes glazing over as she thought about Amelia, and Link. Meredith made a cup of tea and busied herself making lunches for the kids.

Outside the light was fading slowly. The sky took on a pink hue with the way the setting sun filtered through the clouds. The ceiling lights inside gradually grew brighter than the light cast through the windows. Zola had a later bedtime than the other kids. She was in her room, crossed legs, back against the base of her bed, sketching flowers in a book on her lap, when she heard Amelia. Meredith and Maggie turned at the thunder sound of fast footsteps down the stairs. Zola stumbled into the doorway, panic stricken and out of breath. “Zola… Wha…” Meredith stepped towards her.

“Mom, Something’s wrong with…” she panted, “aunt Amelia… she’s calling out”

Both of their eyes widened and they were running before they were even conscious of it.

Amelia was still in bed, on her side, arms curled around her middle. Her face was twisted in distress and she wept, heart wrenching whimpers.

“Amelia what is it?” Maggie said, crouching beside the bed, facing her, feeling her own eyes well at the sight.

“I… something’s not…” She was hyperventilating, her cheeks were flushed dark pink. The muscles cramping around her middle slowly loosened, but her panic remained.

Meredith clambered on to the bed behind Amelia and pulled down the duvet to look at her. “Zola sweetie could you get my phone from the kitchen?” Meredith said. Zola nodded frantically and ran from the room. Amelia whined within each breath she took, eyes wide, searching for comfort, for reassurance

“Amelia, breathe, breathe…” Meredith spoke calmly, rubbing soothingly up and down Amelia’s spine.

“Amelia, you’re okay sweetie. Hold your breath for a second okay” Maggie told her, nodding. Amelia gasped and held her breath, taking Maggie’s hand and holding it tightly. She released her breath slowly, and closed her eyes, eyelids wrinkling. Hot tears swelled and spilled down her cheeks..

“Okay?” Maggie said, tendrils of Amelia’s hair webbed against her dampened cheeks. Meredith turned on the other bedside lamp.

“I think I’m having contractions,” Amelia said simply, fighting the curl of her bottom lip. Her throat felt constricted with the tension of her anxiety and she tried to swallow it away. Zola came back into the room then and climbed onto the bed by Amelia’s feet. She handed Meredith her phone.

“Okay, okay, are you having one now?”

Amelia shook her head, eyes wide and glassy. “It just stopped.” Zola rested her hand against Amelia’s calf and squeezed gently.

“Amelia, are they painful?”

“Meredith I don’t think it's a braxton hicks, I… It didn’t… Well it did but…” She started to breathe more erratically again, panic rolling through her in unpredictable tides.

Meredith rubbed firmly now, the way she had needed during labour. Maggie held her hand tighter, and Zola ran her fingertips feather soft against Amelia’s calf. The comfort of them all, caused more tears to pool in her eyes, she released a lengthy, shaky breath, feeling tethered by them.

“Amelia let's sit you up, okay?” Maggie said. Amelia nodded, rolling onto her back, and then taking her sister’s arms to sit up. She brightened a little once she was sitting. Her breathing became more measured and her posture relaxed. She kept a hold of their hands.

“Auntie Amelia are you having the baby?” Zola said.

“No sweetie, I’m… not” Amelia said, struggling to suppress the shake in her voice. Maggie moved up onto the bed beside her, holding her hand between both of hers.

“I’ll call Carina” Meredith said, meeting Amelia’s gaze.

“Yes please” Amelia said, watching as Meredith used her free hand to control her phone. In a few seconds she held the phone to her ear. Amelia nodded to herself, willing her body to relax.

“How many have you had?” Maggie asked quietly.

“Two I think. I think I was having one in my sleep, because I felt it and I was dreaming. Then I woke up and had another one, and that’s when I called out” Amelia smiled to Zola in appreciation, and Zola beamed back, lips pursed.

“Amelia, what was the pain like?” Meredith asked, holding the phone away from her ear to speak.

“Um, it’s an ache in my pelvis and my back”

“And tension?”

“Yes, around my stomach and my back”

Meredith nodded and relayed the information. She nodded to something Carina was saying and held the back of her hand against Amelia’s forehead and the cheek. “No she feels okay” She spoke into the phone.

“Any headache?”

Amelia shook her head ‘no’ and then let it fall back to rest against the headboard. Maggie looked to Zola and smiled “hey you, now you’ve been so so helpful, but its nearly time for bed and you’re not even in your pj’s missy”

“But aunt Maggie I wanna make sure the baby’s okay”

“Oh the baby's totally fine Zo, I can feel him fidgeting about, wanting to go to sleep” Amelia said, letting go of Maggie’s hand to soothe the grey fabric of her shirt taut against her bump. “So off the bed you, come and give me a kiss and a cuddle once you’re ready” Amelia said, smiling genuinely then. Zola hummed a quiet giggle, feeling her worry fall away. She nodded, half pouting as she stood up and left the room.

Meredith finished off the phone and dropped it onto the bed. “Right, so, Carina say’s it’s likely braxton hicks, but the fact that they’re painful could be a concern. But not extremely concerning. We need to get you drinking lots of water and just monitor any more, and if you’re having them regularly, and if they’re becoming definitively painful, then we call her again and see about getting you seen in OB. But she said, it’s nothing to worry about, whatever happens.”

“I’ll sleep in here with you” Maggie said, nodding, already decided. Amelia shook her head. “No, I’ll stay downstairs and I’ll stay up, drink water, watch TV, time contractions”

“Amelia you should sleep” Meredith said, running her eyes over Amelia, her face and her stomach.

“I will, once I’m sure that this is nothing” Amelia said, sitting up further.

“Well we’ll stay up too” Meredith said. Maggie nodded in agreement, standing up and offering her hand. Amelia took it and shifted laboriously to the edge of the bed, huffing a “Thank you,” as she stood up.

She held Maggie’s hand for longer than usual, feeling unsteady on her feet for a moment. “Alright?” Maggie asked her, eying her cautiously. Amelia smirked,

“Yeah, all that deep breathing, I feel dizzy, and I just feel unsteady when I’ve been lying down anyway” Amelia said, rubbing her face, trying to get her bearings.

“Yeah it's like changing the orientation of a submarine” Meredith said, opening the door for them, grinning. Maggie smirked to herself when Amelia continued to hold her hand as they headed for the stairs.

Amelia gasped, grinning, “Hey, did you just compare me to a submarine?”

“I’m talking from experience” Meredith said.

“Hmm well, I don’t know how I feel about the comparison… but I guess I do sometimes feel like a submarine turned on its head” Amelia grinned tightly, meeting Meredith’s gaze. Meredith chuckled, turning back to them when she reached the bottom of the stairs.

Amelia descended slower than usual, taking a step at a time. They all quietened as Amelia made her way, watching her. “Guy’s you’re making me self conscious”

“Sorry, you’re just… worrying me, with your slow moving, and your waddle”

“I’m not waddling”

“You are” both Maggie and Meredith chimed.

“And I’m not slow”

“You are”

“Okay...alright I’m just being careful. I feel off,” she said, holding her stomach with her left hand, and holding the banister tightly with her right. Her eyes were down, watching the stairs ahead of her.

“Amelia?” Meredith spun around at the sound of a male voice.

“Link” Amelia’s gaze shot up and her eyes widened. She stopped where she stood on the stairs.

“We need to start locking that door” Meredith uttered quietly.

“What’s… are you okay?” he stepped forward, brows furrowed with worry.

“Link, what are you doing here?” Amelia said, unmoving, suddenly not trusting her balance enough to move.

“You’re not breaking up with me… I won’t let you do that”

“Link…” Amelia began, sighing, eyes closing.

“No… Amelia, just… come down” He said, moving towards them. His concern bloomed again as Amelia slowly descended, her movement was cautious and careful.

“What’s going on? You’re not moving well” Link questioned, frowning.

Amelia huffed softly, annoyed by his observations, “I’ve had two contractions, we’re coming down to stay awake and monitor me” she said, reaching the bottom of the stairs, holding her stomach with both hands then. She felt breathless. Nauseous.

“What? Oh my god, have you called…”

“Carina, yes, we’re following her advice” Meredith added. Link nodded, glancing to Meredith, and then back at Amelia. He swallowed hard, eyes glistening. Maggie caught Meredith’s eye and nodded toward the kitchen, indicating they should give the pair some space.

“I’ll bring a glass of water into the lounge for you Amelia” Meredith said, as she disappeared into the kitchen.

Link ran his eyes over Amelia, she was flushed, and bedraggled, hands pressed to the underside of her stomach. She looked tired, and her eyes were red at their edges, she’d been crying. He bit his lip, feeling a surge of guilt flood him. He felt his own eyes burn with tears and he closed them, frowning, casting his face to the ground. “Amelia I’m sorry”

“Link… you… It was... I was the one who…”

“Amelia, stop okay... I know this situation could have been handled better earlier on, by you, I know that, you know. But I’m sorry for how I’ve handled it now…. I love you, so much, like big love” He smiled toothily, teary eyes meeting hers. “And I let my fear and confusion and my worry get in the way of that, it got my head so twisted and I don’t know how that happened. I should have been gentler and more conscious of how my feelings… my indecisiveness… I don’t know… I’m sorry, this hasn’t been fair on you. I feel so… guilty for doing that to you. I’m so sorry… and even more sorry now, with these contractions...” He spoke frantically, his focus dancing around the hall, hands wavering, and when he finally set his gaze back on her, he found her crying.

“I think it's important that we get the results Amelia,I do... I know you say it doesn’t matter, and… you are right, because we’ll love him no matter what. I will love him… but what if he is Owen’s?... Then he'll miss out on that relationship, and… and Owen will too” He said, eyes heavy, he moved towards her, resting his hands on her shoulders. She felt so small between his palms. Her breath hitched and she swallowed and let out a long unsteady exhale, nodding. “Please tell me we’re not over Amelia. I can’t bear not being with you, and this baby, I love you, I love both of you… and this… hurts,” he said, tears stringing from his eyes. He frowned, chin dimpling.

Amelia looked up at him, feeling on the verge of crying hard again, like she had been all day in the comfort of Maggie’s arms. She sucked in a harsh breath and spoke;

“Alright, but no more declarations or big stuff, or…” She puffed, running her hand over her eyes and forehead, smoothing her hair back, “I’m not doing well with all this... I just… I need…” she blew out, trying to compose herself. Her bottom lip quivered, “Damn it” she smiled tearfully, and looked up at the ceiling. Her chest convulsed as she struggled to keep from crying the way her body was urging her too.

He stepped forward, closer to her, pulling her into him “Okay. alright, come here” He said, holding her tightly. “No big stuff from now on” he said, making a silent vow to protect her, to keep the big stuff away.

She hummed, shivering in his arms, her fingertips overlapping against his back. They remained there in their embrace for a short time, soothed by each other. “Come on, you should get some water and some food or sleep.”

Amelia nodded, only slightly withdrawing from his arms, enough to turn toward the lounge, “food” she stated, with a single nod. Link grinned tightly, feeling so much anxiety ebb away at their return to domesticity.

She stopped before they reached the couch and gasped, clutching at the back of Link’s jacket.

“Ah” she closed her eyes, “Fucking damn fu…” she cursed.

“You’re having another one?” Link asked.

Amelia nodded sharply, standing completely still, bent slightly at the waist. Link stepped closer to her and pressed his palm to her lower back, rubbing in a circle against her bare skin. “Can you walk?”

“Yeah” She uttered breathily, walking slowly to the couch. Meredith and Maggie saw them from the kitchen.

“That's about thirty or forty minutes?” Meredith asked, setting a glass of water down.

“I’ll write down the time” Maggie said, sitting on the couch, taking a pen and one of the kid’s puzzle books from the coffee table. Amelia reached the couch and stopped there, facing it, still bent in the middle.

“Do you want to sit?” Link said, standing beside her, taking her in. In the lamplight he could see her furrowed brows, her full lips hung open slightly as she took in measured breaths. She shook her head, slackening her neck so her hair hung down around her face. He offered his hand, and she took it, groaning hoarsely.

“Is it painful Amelia?” Maggie asked, twirling her pen with her fingers. Meredith sat down beside Maggie, a re-heated tea in her hands.

“It’s not really painful, it just…” Amelia stood up straight, pushing her free hand into the small of her back, turning around. “It’s uncomfortable, and it aches like menstrual cramps.”

Amelia took Link’s hand again and closed her eyes, upturning her face. This was the first time in her pregnancy that he’d felt so utterly helpless.

She puffed out a breath and rolled her shoulders back, running her hand in a slow, self soothing, spiral around the swell of her stomach.

“It’s stopping” Amelia uttered softly, opening her eyes.

Link’s face brightened with relief, “It is?”

“Mmnn.'' Amelia hummed, sighing, squeezing Link’s hand, looking behind her at the couch before sinking down onto it. Link sat down too, the relief he had felt had been brief. Worry consumed him quickly as he considered what Amelia’s, possible genuine, contractions could mean.

Amelia let out a musical whine of frustration, rolling her head against the sofa back dramatically. “TV?” Meredith asked her, and she nodded, closing her eyes slightly as she allowed herself to relax.

Maggie smirked, lifting her eyes to Link, finding him looking pasty. “Link, I’m going to make a coffee, do you want a cup?” He looked to her sharply, and Maggie’s expression let him realise how much anxiety he’d pent up. “Please Maggie, that would be great”

“Sit back” Amelia said, caressing his arm and pulling him back by the shoulder. He settled back, looking at the TV as he laid out his arm along the back of the couch, around Amelia. His hand found her hair unconsciously and he threaded his fingers through it, kneading his fingertips against her scalp. She purred, eyes fluttering. He looked to her, lips stretching into an easy smile. She met his eyes and smirked, eyes closing and opening lethargically. “Are you sleepy?” he asked, thumbing a lock of hair from over her eyes.

She pouted, that way she did, that he loved, and she nodded, “I was sleeping before all this, a contraction woke me up” Amelia told him, resting her head on his forearm. He pouted too, for her. “Come here…” he said, gripping her far shoulder, pulling a little, so that she would sink down to rest her head in his lap. She released a delighted sigh, curling a hand over Link’s thigh. “I’m still hungry but I could sleep first?” She mumbled, Link chuckled, smoothing her hair back. “Okay”

“You’ll wake me in a little while?” she asked, not looking up.

“Sure babe” he said and she smiled softly.

“Night night” Zola appeared then, dressed in her pajamas. She smiled at Link and knelt in front of Amelia. She placed her hand against Amelia’s stomach and leant in, dotting a kiss, singing quietly “goodnight baby.”

Amelia grinned lopsidedly, feeling warmed by Zola’s gesture. “Night night sweetie” she said, pulling Zola too her, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “have a good day at school tomorrow and I’ll see you after.”

“Goodnight Link” Zola said, standing up. Meredith stood and wound an arm around her, walking her into the kitchen to say goodnight to Maggie.

“The baby is kicking” Amelia stated, her lidded eyes on the TV again, drifting open and closed every so often. Link’s hand moved to her bump without word. Sliding up under her shirt to rest, skin against skin. The baby was wriggling, pushing out, testing the boundaries of his home. Amelia sighed, becoming limp and heavy limbed. Her eyes drifted shut.

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The Five Stages Of Grief: Part One (Denial)

Hello there! Originally I heavily debated about writing another multi-fic because I thought that I wouldn’t be able to find a topic and write multiple chapters for it but while looking over my list of ideas I have for stories, this one stuck out to me for some reason. One major change of this story and the promotional photos we have received is that; Betty’s biological parents will NOT be featured in this story, and Teddy’s pregnancy does not exist! Before reading please read the disclaimer in case the subject may bother you.

Disclaimer: Several parts (this one included) in this series includes mentions of drugs and overdose, please read with caution. I am no expert on the subject of addiction or grief but I hope to write to the best of my ability. This series will have very angsty/dark moments in throughout the story, proceed with caution. Thank you, please enjoy and please let me know if you did!

Eventually over time the heartbreak of losing another person in the young neurosurgeon’s life became oddly normal to her, but the stabbing pain while traveling through the five stages of grief never fell short of being unbearable. Watching as Betty being wheeled into the emergency room before her shift was over several hours made her chest tighten and flashback to the moment Christopher was removed from her arms the last time.

Hours after staring out of the giant windows in the noiseless waiting room of Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, Amelia saw the cardiothoracic walking towards the nearby door. Upon noticing Amelia removing herself from her chair, Owen walked over to where Amelia stood with Teddy. Before the blonde uttered a single word, the young neurosurgeon recognized her expression.

The expression that cut like knives through her heavily beating heart.

The expression that says the surgeon did everything in their power to save someone’s life but it was too late.

The expression that you remember for the rest of your life.

The expression that tells another person is now gone from your life forever.

“The damage done to Betty’s heart-“ Teddy began to explain to Amelia as unfallen tears formed in the brunette’s eyes as she looked at the floor tiles below her, in attempt to stay grounded in her emotions.

“No. You promised that you could save her. You promised! And you didn’t.” The young neurosurgeon said to Teddy while she stared at Owen, who remained calm and knew that the news of Betty not making it out of surgery alive was also affected him but remained silent.

Shortly after observing the cardiothoracic surgeon’s facial expression, Amelia speedily moved from her position she stood in after noticing Teddy holding out arms wide open to form a hug.

“Don’t you dare touch me.” The young neurosurgeon firmly told the blonde as she walked away towards where her sisters stood and watched at the scene unfold from afar. Without a moment to process what had occured over the past several minutes and hours, Owen quickly wheeled the small stroller where Leo had been soundly sleeping, in hopes to catch up to his girlfriend wherever she had run off to.

“This is going to destroy her, Meredith.” Maggie sadly told Meredith, who for one of the first times since knowing the young neurosurgeon, felt the pain her sister in law was feeling.

“She’ll be okay.” The general surgeon flatly said before she wandered back to the attendings lounge where she previously was preparing to go home previous to discovering the news of the teenager remembering her late husband every step she took.

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Four days later

Knocking on the wooden door of the older home with his small son in his strong arms, Owen patiently stood at the doorstep waiting for his sister in law who had taken it upon herself to watch Leo as Owen and Amelia attended Betty’s intimate funeral. Minutes later with a towel on her shoulder, the general surgeon unlocked her door and greeted the two in front of her.

“Thank you so much for watching him.” The trauma surgeon thanked Meredith after he handed Leo off to her. Owen watched the small boy play with the bottom strands of Meredith’s hair, forgetting himself as he worriedly stared until the general surgeon brought him out of his thousands of thoughts about Amelia and how she would handle the rest of the day.

“How is she doing?” Meredith dismissed the Owen’s thanks to immediately ask him about her sister in law she genuinely grew concerned about ever since Betty’s passing. Owen placed his large hands into the pockets of his black pants and shrugged his shoulders before offering a small frown that had overtaken his face.

“I think she’s handling it the way she knows how to?” The redheaded trauma surgeon offered as a question before the two nodded to one another to form a silent conversation. Moments passed until Owen kissed Leo on the top of his head and said goodbye to Meredith, and walked back to his vehicle where Amelia had been sitting silently by herself without flinching as her boyfriend opened the door.

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Several hours after returning home from the funeral and their small dinner, the trauma surgeon walked out of Leo’s nursery to find his girlfriend in the room across from where he was standing in what was once Betty’s room.

The young neurosurgeon scanned the late teenager’s bedroom from every inch. She walked over to the neatly made bed covered with sky blue bedding, to the small closet that remained open from the night of packing to go to rehab and eventually sat at the brown wooden desk where a laptop, several picture frames and loose pencils rested. Amelia picked up a frame photograph of herself and Betty happily smiling at the camera from Alex Karev’s wedding day. Rubbing her hand over the teenager’s face slowly brought giant, raindrop-like sized tears in Amelia’s sapphire irises as she finally allowed herself to release the denial of Betty’s death and the anger to settle in.

“Damn it, Betty.” The trauma surgeon heard Amelia shakily say, signaling she was crying while missing the teenager who she considered as her daughter.

That’s the end of the first part, sorry it’s pretty short! I really hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I wrote it, I can not wait to write more. Thank you so much for reading!!

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