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redhairedwolfwitch · 3 years

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Doctor Y/n - Residency - 23 - Grey's Anatomy x Fem!Reader

"So, Wilson gets neuro, what do you get out of it? Also, where does S/n go, whose service is she on?" Amelia enquired to Steph.

"Nothing, I'm just trying to be a good friend, plus, Robbins has Y/n in the NICU since Torres left." Steph explained, leaving Amelia to nod.

"I'll take Wilson."

"Oh, and can you take pictures of Wilma?"

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"Do you want me to stay on the phone?" Arizona enquired as you held the phone to your ear, walking into the lobby.

"Can you just, wait out here?" Jo quietly asked, leaving you to tentatively nod before heading to the vending machine.

"Are you seriously letting her go in there alone?" Arizona enquired over the phone, leaving you to sigh.

"She's... she thinks it's her fault, but it's mine too. I'm trying to toe the line and not get shut out. She's staying in my apartment again, but she could easily leave and I don't think I can handle her disappearing, 'zona." You explained as you entered the code for your snack.

"'zona, huh?"

"Is that all you heard?" You joked, picking up the snack from the machine.

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"Okay, I'm having a housewarming party, and you are coming, you need a break from your life. Bring Y/n, because otherwise she's going to be sleeping in the NICU again. Alex will not be there, I just picked a side and I'm on yours." Amelia stated, heading round to the computers before Jo froze.

"Joey, have you seen a four year old?"

"Did you lose a four year old? How?" Jo panicked, leaving Amelia to turn around in her chair to raise an eyebrow.

"No, no, we're playing hide and seek... aha, found you!" You declared, hurrying away from the neuro room as you spotted the four year old.

"She's good with kids." Amelia acknowledged, leaving Jo to sigh.

"She says she doesn't want them."

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"What time's this dinner party?" You enquired as you pulled your shoes on, glancing up as Jo waited, leaning on the couch with her bag in hand.

"8. We should get going."

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"Wilson? I mean, hi Wilson. Oh, S/n, you're here too. I have a bone to pick with you... that's almost ironic but, do I have to fight Robbins now since Torres left so you'll be on my service?" Maggie asked when Owen walked in.

"I'll be over there..." You murmured, escaping the conversation as Maggie and Jo followed you over to where Riggs was sat.

"I've never felt so awkward, and I've been to some very awkward dinner parties." You admitted as you and Jo stood in the kitchen.

Meredith walking in had you almost walking out until Jo caught your wrist, holding you there until Jo followed you out of the room.

"Can we leave yet? We could watch Adventure Time?"

"Let's go." Jo murmured, grabbing her bag and coat.

"I'm just going to, stare at this pretty fire... over there..." You announced, watching from a distance as Jo and Alex began to talk.

The amber flames danced in the darkness as the smoke billowed upwards.

"You called me trash! You said it so easily, you were trying to hurt me, it worked." Jo stated before heading to the exit, pausing for you to catch up as Alex called out into the darkness for Jo.

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Exiting the bathroom with your toothbrush in your mouth, you spotted Jo already lying in bed.

A sigh left your lips as you went back into the bathroom putting the toothbrush back and spitting out the toothpaste. One night-time routine over with, you left the bathroom, turning out the lights as you padded towards the couch, that sat blocking the door.

"What are you doing?" Jo asked the darkness, looking for where you were laying on the couch.

"I wasn't sure you wanted me-"

"Please." Jo whispered, leaving you to stumble through the darkness to find the bed again.

"Ouch, I'm fine!" You let out a whine as you walked into the crate bookcase on the way over, hearing Jo let out a chuckle afterwards.

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Ortho wasn't the same without Callie.

You were assigned ortho cases in the ER, splinting breaks, assisting in surgeries and sending for scans.

"Coffee?" You murmured, spotting Jo walking over.

"Feels like I barely see you at work anymore." Jo admitted as you downed your cup of coffee.

"Ortho isn't the same without Torres, I'm sending for scans, splinting and assisting in surgeries." You explained, pausing as DeLuca walked over.

"Bailey told all three of us, I mean, we're the only ones who know anything. I know Bailey doesn't want us saying things-"

"Heads up!" DeLuca interrupted Jo, leaving the three of you to dispurse.

"For goodness sake!" You exclaimed, downing the rest of your coffee before walking down the corridor, pretending to have gotten a page.

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"You two heading home?" DeLuca asked as you and Jo walked past him in civillian clothing.

"I'm not sure I'm at liberty to disclose that information at this time... wow, I sound like you when you quote that lawyer friend from your college." Jo chuckled, leaving you to roll your eyes.

"Learnt from the best, I did."

"Right, wouldn't be prudent at this juncture, your whereabouts should be need to know. Right, can you two even talk to each other? Because nobody's going to know if we talk to each other? Either of you hungry?" DeLuca asked, offering his sandwich.

A laugh escaped their lips as you produced an apple from your backpack, taking a bit out of it as DeLuca and Jo shared the sandwich, the three of you looking over the hospital as you ate.

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"Urgh, no, no, need a shower!" You threw the blanket off of you, scrambling towards the bathroom as you spotted Jo making an iced coffee.

Jo had just began to add the ice to the cold brew when she heard a thump and a yell.

"Did you just fall?"

"Maybe!" You shouted from the shower, leaving Jo to laugh.

"Natural selection is trying to come for you, Braces." Jo joked as she heard you dropping the body wash in the shower.

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"It's too warm." You grumbled as DeLuca turned up in his car for car pool, revealing Arizona in the front seat as you and Jo climbed in the back.

"You two had time to make iced coffee?" Arizona exclaimed, watching as you offered her a sip whilst Jo was busy enjoying the car's air conditioning.

"I made the coffee, Braces was busy falling in the shower." Jo interjected, leaving you to grimace.

"You had to bring that up-"

"You have a bruise from it, of course I'm bringing it up." Jo pointed out, leaving Arizona to turn in the seat to look back at you.

"You have a bruise?"

"I have a bruise, now can we please go to work? Steph texted, apparently it's lemonade day." You interjected, leaving DeLuca to murmur an 'okay' before setting off.

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"Edwards, how would you like to scrub in on a massive cardiac myxoma? It's a very difficult procedure and I need the best resident I can get." Doctor Pierce asked Steph, who was inputting data for Doctor Shepherd's project.

"I'm sorry, the best resident? How is she the best resident?" Jo interjected, leaving Maggie to pause.

"You weren't supposed to hear that... plus, S/n's with Hunt today. You up for it?" Maggie replied, turning back to Steph, who grinned.

"How is that a question?"

"Let's go!" Maggie smiled, heading off with Steph as Jo looked confused.

"Best resident? What the hell? Does everyone say that?"

"Come on! Define best." DeLuca argued, leaving Jo to sigh.

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"S/n, hold the bag-" Hunt gave you the nappy bag that Jackson had given him, propping Harriet in his arms as she began to cry.

"Is the baby okay?" You asked, glancing at the crying baby as Hunt held her at arm's length.

"Avery said to walk her around for fifteen minutes so she'll nap then drop her at daycare." Hunt reiterated, leaving you to follow Hunt around as he began to walk the crying Harriet around the hospital.

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"Okay, what did you do?" Hunt asked as Karev took Harriet and she stopped crying immediately.

"Nothing, maybe it's you. S/n, do you want to hold her?" Karev asked, leaving you to put your arms out to hold Harriet.

"I don't think that S/n should be holding anyone's-"

"Robbins has S/n in the NICU enough that she knows how to look after babies." Karev added, noticing how Harriet was quiet in your arms too.

"What did you mean it was me?" Hunt asked, a look of disbelief on his face as Harriet stared at him.

"I don't know, babies can tell when you're tense or freaked out, it freaks them out. Maybe you're not a baby guy, babies just don't like some guys." Karev stated, watching as you tried to pass Harriet back but she started crying again.

"It's okay, the bad man's gone... you like me? You like me, right?"

"She's not really old enough to answer you." You suggested, leaving Hunt to glare at you.

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You were working on charts as Hunt passed up and down the room, trying to stop Harriet from crying.

"Maybe it's colic?" Warren suggested, leaving you to frown whilst Hunt looked even more confused.

"What even is colic?"

"I have no idea. Do you want me to hold her? Has S/n held her? Do you want me to get Kepner?" Warren suggested, waving his arms around but you just nodded that you had held her.

"If Kepner's free..." Hunt admitted as Harriet kept crying.

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"I think I just called Webber old, to his face." Arizona whispered, pausing as she spotted you and Hunt asleep on the couch with a sleeping Harriet.

"Hey, I thought you were going to take her down-"

"Shush, we just got her down!" Owen whispered, gesturing to Harriet whilst you slid off the couch, grimacing as you hit your bruise again.

"You called Webber old, to his face?" You whispered, walking out to grab another tablet.

"Yeah, he wasn't happy." Arizona admitted, leaving you to chuckle.

"Wanna go up to the NICU?" Arizona enquired, turning to raise an eyebrow as you paused.

"Why do you always take me up to the NICU?"

"Babies like you." Arizona answered, watching as you rolled your eyes but followed her up to the NICU anyway.

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"I had the worse day."

"I had the best day."

DeLuca and Jo were watching Grey and Webber perform a liver transplant as they munched on snickerdoodles, both of them paused as you walked in with a baby in your arms.

"Braces, what are you-"

"They just went to sleep!" You whispered, shushing Jo whilst DeLuca offered you a snickerdoodle.

"Robbins had you in the NICU again?" DeLuca asked, leaving you to sigh.

"Apparently babies like me."

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"Robbins, S/n, have you met the new resident? She is great! No, amazing! She's bettter than some of my attendings!" Maggie exclaimed, walking over to the OR board where you and Arizona were standing.

"Now, hold on a second!" Riggs interjected, slightly offended whilst you laughed into the coffee you were sipping.

"I didn't even know we got a new resident? Y/n, did you?" Arizona asked but you shook your head, bringing your coffee cup up to your mouth to take a gulp.

"Yeah, Webber just hired her, she's-hold on," Maggie cut herself off, hurrying over as she spotted the new resident.

"Doctor Robbins, this is..." Maggie began as Arizona turned around.

"Murphy!"

The three of them paused as they heard you spluttering on your coffee, watching as you covered your mouth with your free hand.

"Fuck me... hi Leah." You nodded, trying to hide the fact coffee had just came out of your nose.

"Doctor Robbins, Y/n, hi."

"You guys know each other?" Riggs asked, watching as you were passed tissues by a nurse.

"Leah, Doctor Murphy-" Arizona began to stutter, leaving you to stare at Leah as your stomach fluttered.

"I used to work here." Leah explained, watching as Arizona left, glancing at you before you murmured that you were going to the bathrooms to sort out the mess you had made.

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"Have you seen her yet?" Steph asked, watching as Jo pulled apart her sandwich and you chewed on your apple.

"No!" Jo retorted, leaving you to grimace.

"Yeah, I may have choked on my coffee when Pierce brought her over." You explained, waving your fork at DeLuca in greeting as he sat down.

"Isn't it weird she didn't call us and let us know she's back?" Jo asked, leaving DeLuca to frown.

"Who's back?"

"Leah Murphy. She was in our intern class, and then she left in the second year of the program." Jo explained as Steph interjected.

"Not by choice."

"Oh, what happened?" DeLuca asked, not noticing how you were glancing around nervously.

"She didn't fight hard enough to get into the OR, or study, or prepare." Steph explained, Jo frowning in response.

"Yeah, she did."

"She drilled through a patient's leg all the way down to the table." Steph added in there, stabbing her salad.

"Yikes."

"That was an accident." Jo argued, meeting your eyes as you gave her a nervous look.

"Did I also mention she almost brought the hospital down with harrassment lawsuits and complaints against attendings because she was sleeping with attendings?" Steph retorted, leaving you to glare.

"Steph, you literally admitted if you had had the balls to, you would have done that yourself."

"In all fairness, I slept with an attending." DeLuca admitted as he ate his lunch.

"Attendings! Both Robbins and Karev." Steph interjected, leaving you to sigh as DeLuca's eyes widened.

"Robbins and Karev?"

"Don't remind me! Not that I care, but still, just don't remind me." Jo replied, leaving you to huff.

"Karev slept with Heather too." A laugh escaped your lips as Jo flicked a piece of lettuce at you.

"It all screwed with her head, so Webber asked her to leave. Just goes to show, don't crap where you eat."

"Most of our intern class slept with attendings, Steph. Let Leah live, what was it that Shane said? Interns are like catnip." You argued, leaving Steph to roll her eyes and Jo to cough the name 'Brody' into her hand, leaving you to throw a piece of bread at her.

The bread had barely left your hand as you met Leah Murphy's eyes, the feeling like your face was on fire overwhelming you.

"Hey guys! Someone sitting here?" Leah asked, sitting down at the head of the table, glancing around before you held her gaze for longer than necessary.

"Hi, no, sit! We were just talking about-" Jo began, trying to cover the conversation tracks but you kicking her in the shin stopped her.

"Talking about me? Figures." Leah retorted, focussing on her lunch as you began to stab at your salad.

"Anyway, welcome back!" Jo cheered, revealing that she had been paged, much to Steph's disappointment.

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"How was your surgery with Pierce and Riggs?" Your voice had Leah snapping to attention as she realised you'd been waiting for her outside the OR.

"You spying on me now, S/n?" Leah smiled, raising an eyebrow as you shuffled from one foot to the other.

"I wanted to ask you how you were doing." You admitted, leaving Leah to nod.

"I'm okay, how are you doing? Are you, did you figure out what you wanted?" Leah enquired, watching how you were avoiding her gaze.

"Uh, I did, I did figure out what I want..." You trailed off, taking a step forward so you could look Leah in the eye.

"Can I ask what you want? Or is that too personal-"

Leah was cut off as your pager went off, leaving you to sigh and glance around to see if anyone was watching the two of you.

Nobody was watching.

"I have to go, but I'll give you a hint." You smirked, kissing Leah on the cheek before heading off, leaving Leah standing in the corridor, jaw dropped to the floor.

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"Why, why do you have that look on your face?" Jo enquired after DeLuca left.

"I... may have kissed Leah-"

"You kissed Leah? Wait, you still have feelings for her, don't you?"

"I kissed her on the cheek, don't interrupt me, Joey! And yeah, as soon as I saw her I choked on my coffee because I thought I'd never see her again and that I was over her, but I wasn't, and I'm not." You chewed your lip as Jo stared at you in shock.

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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 💛

#greysanatomy #bodyguard #owen hunt #amelia shepherd #amelia x owen #nathan riggs #fanfic #fic #omeliafics #omelia fanfiction

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#greysedit #grey's anatomy #merder #meredith x derek #megan hunt #nathan riggs #owen hunt #c: meredith grey #c: derek shepherd #c: megan hunt #c: nathan riggs #c: owen hunt #s8 #8x10 #s14 #14x04 #ours*#amna*#spoilers

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gifset request by anonymous: Owen and Nathan talking about Amelia, 13x11 deleted scene.

#omelia #owelia #greysedit #gaedit #owen hunt #nathan riggs #amelia shepherd #owen x amelia #amelia x owen #deleted scene #gifset #mine #request

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rollinscarisi · 7 years

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Dancing and a Little Talking

So @shepherd-hunt is annoying af and kept bugging me until I wrote this (jk she’s great 💖) I hope this is kinda what you had in mind.

There’s a fancy gala, a jealous Owen and a surprise.

Hope you all like this!

Ps: here’s the dress I pictured Amelia wearing, in case anyone is interested (x)

Stupid Harper-Avery Foundation Annual Gala.

He couldn’t understand why Bailey made them attend this in the first place. Well, he could, he had been in her position, so maybe it was payback for all the times he forced them to attend events like this before.

But he really, really wasn’t in the mood to smile politely and make chit-chat with people he only saw once every year, some he had never seen in his life.

The thing is, his life is currently a huge messed up mess. It feels like the whole universe is plotting against him, which is weird because the universe had been on his side for quite some time. He met a beautiful woman and fell in love with her quickly, which took him by surprise, and anyone who knows him knows, he’s not good with surprises. But he honestly didn’t mind, because she fell in love with him too, and after a ‘on and off’ thing, she asked him to marry her and how could he say no?

Their marriage was going great. Up until a pregnancy scare.

Suddenly, she became distant and aloof, that was not Amelia, not his Amelia.

And then he came home from work to find a stupid letter on the counter. “Don’t make this all your fault…” she said…

It was all downhill from there.

But he honestly didn’t want to think about that right now. Since he was forced to attend this thing he was going to use it to try and take his mind off of the mess that was his life.

Owen made his way to the bar and asked for a drink.

Ever since he learned that it made Amelia a little uncomfortable when he drank, he decided to cut alcohol consumption almost completely. But given that it was pretty unlikely he would see her tonight, he thought why not?

He grabbed the glass of whiskey neat the bartender had put in front of him and turned around, facing the doctor filled crowd.

It was, obviously, a black tie event, so everyone was dressed in a very classy and formal fashion. And the damn tuxedo Owen was forced to wear was uncomfortable as hell. He couldn’t wait for this gala to end so he could go home and change into a comfortable t-shirt and a pair of flannel pants.

Owen recognized some faces in the crowd, but no one that would make for an interesting conversation. There were still people arriving, so maybe he could find someone to pass the time, maybe even someone from Grey Sloan.

Turning towards the door, Owen saw Webber, Catherine and Jackson arriving and immediately starting to meld into really boring conversations.

After them, he saw Meredith, Karev and-

Her.

He could swear the world stopped.

Her hair was up on a bun with a few strands fashionably falling off of it, much like that time they sat and held hands on the hospital chapel. She was wearing a tight sparkly jade half-sleeved gown. There was barely any skin showing, it was a rather modest dress, but its tight form showed off her beautiful curves, making her look classy and sexy.

Owen could see her eyes wandering around the room and immediately caught his. He gave her a small smile, hoping for one in returned, but she only looked past him, completely ignoring him.

Shaking his head, in clear frustration at how stubborn his wife was, Owen turned towards Riggs, who was now standing next to him and started a conversation. He wasn’t really sure where Riggs had come from but since he was too busy admiring Amelia, he was pretty sure a fire could have started and he wouldn’t have noticed.

“Hey mate.”

“Hey, didn’t know you were coming…”

“Pierce is the one on-call, so here I am…”

“Yeah, Kepner stayed behind too.”

“Cheers.” They raised their glasses and tossed them back. “So how are things with Shepherd?”

Owen sighed before answering, “I really don’t know what else I can do. She still doesn’t wanna talk to me.”

“Well, seems like that guy is trying his luck in talking to her.” Riggs tilted his head towards Owen’s back and smirked.

Owen turned around and saw a tall, blonde guy talking to his wife and giving her a flirty smile. He could see she wasn’t very interested, but as much as Owen hated to admit the guy was nice looking, had a charming smile that showed perfect teeth and was clearly younger than him.

He wasn’t one to go all possessive cave man when a random man showed interest in his wife. He knew she loved him with all her heart and he trusted her completely. But given the fact that their relationship wasn’t going well at the moment, his insecurities came to surface and suddenly everyone was a threat.

The blonde jacksass probably asked her to dance, because next thing he knew, the guy’s arms were around his wife’s body.

Apparently, Amelia had not problem interacting with other people, as long as they weren’t who she was married to.

Shaking his head, Owen turned back to the bar and asked for another whiskey neat. Tossing it back and relishing in the burn it caused, he looked at Riggs.

“Didn’t know you were the jealous type…”

“I’m not! I just-“ Owen shaked his head, having trouble in finding the words to describe what he was feeling. Or maybe, just having trouble in admitting he was in fact jealous.

“Yeah, I get it. That’s your girl. But mate, she’s gonna be even more pissed off at you if you make a scene.”

The guy’s hands were roaming little too south for Owen’s liking.

“No one is making a scene.” And he was moving before he even realized it.

Reaching Amelia and Blonde Jackass, Owen tapped the guy’s shoulder.

“Hey there, mind if I steal the lady for a while?”

“Sorry buddy, we’re occupied here.”

Jackass, Owen rolled his eyes. He thought of something to say, because there was no way this guy was going to keep dancing with his wife. “So what field did you specialize in?”

“Dermatology.” the guy answered, and Owen had to try really hard not to laugh.

“What about you?”

“I’m a trauma surgeon.”

Amelia saw the sparkle in Owen’s eyes and knew he was about to make fun of the guy. Yes, dermatology was kind of boring compared to what they did every day, so she could see why Owen thought the situation was funny.

“You know, Dr. Shepherd likes a little more action than what goes on in dermatology.” Yeah, he was going to pay for that one later, but this guy still had his hands around her, and it was taking everything in him not to punch him and make a scene.

“How do you know what she likes?”

“Trust me, I do. Her thing is more along the lines of tumors, aneurysms,” - Owen had a smug look on his face and smirked before continuing. “trauma surgeons…”

“Alright, that’s enough. “ Amelia shook her head and looked at the dermatology guy. “I’m sorry.” She grabbed Owen’s hand and dragged him away from the guy. “Come on.”

Amelia was dragging him outside, probably to rip him a new one for being kind of rude to Blond Jackass, but he really didn’t want to fight her tonight. So he stopped her, brought her body closer to his and forced her hips to move in sync with his own.

She sighed, “Owen, what are you doing?”

He smiled, “Just dance with me.”

After a while, he finally felt her body relaxed and lean into him. They were dancing silently, enjoying the music and the feel of being pressed against each other after being apart for so long.

“You’ve been drinking. I can smell it.”

“You put on perfume. I can smell it.” He gave her a charming smile, but she wasn’t having none of it.

“Owen, you’ve been drinking.”

“Just a few sips, really.” He knew she could tell it had been more than a few sips, but he didn’t care. “Didn’t think I’d see you tonight, I thought you were on-call.”

She nodded but didn’t say anything else, so Owen took the time to really look at her up close. He noticed she had simple make-up on, not that it surprised him, she wasn’t one to wear heavy make-up and a natural look was always her go-to look. The strands of hair that were fashionably falling off her bun framed her face perfectly and her eyes looked bluer than blue.

“Look, I know things aren’t good with us right now, and I’m really tired of fighting. So tonight, I don’t wanna talk about our problems and I just want to hold you.”

“Owe-“

“Shh. No talking, just dancing.”

They kept dancing in silence, making eye contact from time to time. He could tell there was something she wanted to say, but he simply tightened his grip on her slender waist and kept swaying her body. He really didn’t want to fight tonight.

So they kept swaying and turning, stepping back and forward, from side to side.

And then he heard her voice, a barely audible whisper.

“Owen, I’m pregnant.”

#omelia #grey's anatomy #omeliafanfics #omeliafics #amelia shepherd #owen hunt #owen x amelia #amelia x owen #owelia #oweliafics #amen #greys #ga #nathan riggs #meredith grey #jackson avery #maggie pierce #april kepner #susie writes

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blaxicanbby · 7 years

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I was not looking forward to a Meredith x Riggs centric episode, but that actually wasn't bad. I'm just glad we can move on from the ''will they, won't they'' already. Although I am fully expecting Owen's long lost sister, Nathan's fiancee Megan, to pop up now that the dust has settled over Meredith's inner turmoil about pursuing a relationship with him. I mean, this is Grey's.

#grey's abc #nathan riggs #meredith grey #meredith x nathan #megan hunt #owen hunt #greys abc #grey's anatomy

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wonderswritings · 5 years

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Request Guidelines

I’ve had a lot of people messaging me asking what my guidelines are for requesting because the one I have up does not have enough information on it so I’ve updated my guidelines:

*When you request something, please Be Clear with what you want. I need more than steve rogers smut or fluff? This gives me nothing to write with.

*I reserve the right to reject a request. I try my hardest to write each request I receive but it does get the best of me and I never get around to do it. If you do send in a request and I do not either: 1) know who the person is 2) you hound me repeatedly for the story, on or off anon 3) I’m uncomfortable writing it, I have the right not to write it

*If you request anything NSFW, you MUST be older than 18. I can not stress how important this is.

*I will do oneshots, drabbles, imagines, mood boards, and a short series (if needed)

If you do not follow the guidelines, I WILL delete the request.

Do NOT hound me. I understand asking about, or seeing if I’ve gotten the request because of how stupid Dumblr is, but hounding me to write it and publish it is not going to make me write it any faster or post it and there is a chance that I’ll just delete the ask.

Here is a list of who I will write for: Marvel: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Thor, T’Challa, Clint Barton, Logan Howlett Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester The Walking Dead: Rick Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Jesus DC Comics: Oliver Queen, Barry Allen, Mon-El, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne Vampire Diaries/Originals: Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore Klaus Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson Actors: Chris Evans, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Stephen Amell, Grant Gustin, Norman Reedus, Andrew Lincoln

I am willing to write: Marvel: Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker, Loki, Peter Quill Supernatural: Crowley, Rowena, John Winchester The Walking Dead: Carl Grimes, Glenn Rhee, Negan DC Comics: Kara Danvers, Wally West, Sara Lance, Ray Palmer, Nathan Heywood, Leonard Snart, Aquaman Actors: Tom Holland, Chandler Riggs, Daniel Gillies, Chris Hemsworth, Kit Harington, Jason Momoa Game of Thrones: Robb Stark, Jon Snow, Tyrion Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Khal Drogo Greys Anatomy: Derek Shepherd, Mark Sloan, Owen Hunt, Alex Karev, Jackson Avery

I will not write: Polyamory, Incest, Smut for Peter Parker, Carl Grimes, Tom Holland and Chandler Riggs

Frequently asked Questions: Do you write person of colors stories? I have never written for a person of color for the simple fact that I wouldn’t know how to write them. There’s differences between a white person and a person of color so I wouldn’t know how to portray them without offending anyone.

How do you feel writing for the LGBTQ community? I am comfortable writing for the LGBTQ community, I just tend not to unless someone requests me to. I do not want to offend anyone so most of my stories the reader is a girl, and a few stories I will do a gender neutral reader

Do you write male x male, female x female? I have written a girl x girl story where the requester asked for Supergirl to be switched as her male counterpart but I wrote it as a girl x girl story. I also have a Black Widow story that hints at a little something in the past which is a girl x girl. If someone requests a specific pairing like male x male or girl x girl, I would have no problem writing it.

How do you write Y/N? Y/N is generally based off of me. I try not to write any descriptive pieces about hair/face/body because not everyone has what I write Y/N to be. If I do describe the appearance it is most always based off of me.

How do you feel about people talking to you either on your post or through your messages/anon? I have no problem with you talking to me. You can talk to me through private messaging if you don’t want it to be public, or you can talk to me through asks. If you send in an anon, I only ask that you are nice and polite. I’ve had to cut off anon and delete a lot of messages I’ve received because of the little assholes who think they’re entitled to be a dick because I haven’t done something that they like.

Do you have other writing profiles? Wattpad: Marvel_base001

How do you tag? On my side blog @capstags where my tagging system is, I have lists for each thing I write. Anything related to that topic, I tag you in it. I do ask that you reblog or comment to be tagged just because it shows that you are active

Will you put your beliefs/religion in a story you write? No. My religion and beliefs may not be the same as another persons and I do not want to offend anyone.

Do you have a permanent taglist? Originally, no. But recently I made a new taglist that is for permanent tags. That list, well post, is at @capstags and it should be the first post on there.

Will you write a story for an OC? If I have to. I tend to stay away from having to write OC’s just because of the variety of readers.

Do you write ships? No. I don’t have any interest in writing any type of ships. If I do write a story that involves a character x character story and it just so happens to a be ship, it’s coincidental. I don’t really write stories where the main pairing is a ship.

How long does it take you to upload another story chapter or a new story? I don’t actually have a time frame for when I post an update to a series or a new story. I usually will post a new story when I feel as though my followers feel as though I don’t write enough or posted enough, or when notes have gone down. For my series, it’s mainly whenever I have the next part written, or whenever I actually remember to post it.

You have a lot of discontinued stories on your master list, why? Well, for starters when I started those stories, I was really excited to share them. Then after I posted one or two parts to the story, the enthusiasm I had for it dwindled because of the response I got for it so I just stopped writing it. I have added more discontinued stories to my master list because I know for a fact that I won’t update them and it’s unfair to my readers/followers to have it open where it leaves it open for a possible update when I know I’m not going to.

Do you do challenges or anything along those lines? I have in the past done a challenge and I had only two people to actually participate. I do ships once in a blue moon but the last ships I did turned out to be a total disaster thanks to some very rude anons. I also participate in other peoples challenges. If it is a challenge that last a year or a few months (like my bingo cards) then I’ll open up a new tallest for that specific challenge, though sometimes I forget to tag that list in those challenges because I have a lot of tag lists.

Will you ever update your old unfinished series? Honestly, probably not. I started those series because I wanted to write it and then after a while, notes started to go down and I lost motivation to actually continue to write it.

#request guidelines #alice's guiedlines

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ao3feed-wayward · 5 years

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Dark & Twisty

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Y7FAbQ

by ElectricBeatX

After the incident with the rapist and the explosion, many things changed in the Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, Nathan was reunited with his lost fiancee, Minnick was finally fired and a new and mysterious doctor entered the hospital. (A Meredith Grey X Dean Winchester story) An AU where Dean Winchester is the new head of orthopedics at Grey Sloan with many secrets. The story is set six months after the end of season 13 of Grey's Anatomy.

Words: 1487, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Grey's Anatomy, Supernatural

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Meredith Grey, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Alex Karev, Margaret "Maggie" Pierce, Amelia Shepherd, Castiel (Supernatural), Bobby Singer, Crowley (Supernatural), Lexie Grey, Mark Sloan (Grey's Anatomy), Charlie Bradbury, Isobel "Izzie" Stevens, Jo Wilson, Nathan Riggs, Owen Hunt, Derek Shepherd, Miranda Bailey, Richard Webber, April Kepner

Relationships: Meredith Grey/Dean Winchester

Additional Tags: Crossover, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Crossover Pairings, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Humor, I love to ship impossible couples, Protective Dean Winchester, Protective Meredith Grey, Grey's Anatomy - Freeform, Supernatural - Freeform, Doctor Sexy M.D. (Supernatural), Grey's Anatomy References, Elevator Sex

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #FANDOM TAG

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greysanatomyreaderinsertimagines · 7 years

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Hey Guys!! Just a Little Update.

So, Hi, It’s the Creator/Author of these Grey’s Anatomy Imagines you all have been reading. I just want to say thanks for reading them. I love writing them, I look forward to it everyday. Right now, after these last 4-6 Imagines or so, I won’t be writing anymore until Saturday, February 25. You guys can still send in requests and such, I won’t mind. I’ll write however many you all want me to write on Saturday. I have a lot going on this week, so sorry to everyone who looks forward to reading them after school, work, or right when they wake up in the morning.

On another note, I think I’ll start writing parts for a certain imagine, like how I did with the Jackson Avery Imagines 11, 12, and 14. So if you have a favorite character that you want me to do like a mini series on, just ask. I’ll get it done.

Also, I should tell you guys what I’ll most likely write for pairings with the Reader.

Derek Shepherd

Owen Hunt

Mark Sloan

Jackson Avery

Alex Karev

Andrew DeLuca

(Maybe) Nathan Riggs (If you all request him that is)

(Maybe) George O’Mally (I might not, I’ve watched the series too many times to deal with writing George)

So Yeah, That’s what I’ll most likely write for you all. I also can do:

Sad endings

Death to the reader or character you chose

Song Shots

Special Imagines (If you haven’t read a special imagine, it’s where its with all of the characters, not just a specific one)

Cannon Relationships (Like Alex x Jo, Meredith x Derek, Owen x Amelia, etc.)

Special Requests (Like I can put a specific name instead of (Y/n))

AU!s (I can do an Alternate Universe if you want, I enjoy those too)

That’s pretty much it. I wanted to Update you all on this week so when I get back on Saturday, hopefully, I’ll have some fun when I get to writing.

Again, thank you all for reading all these imagines I’ve written. It makes me happy knowing there are people out there that like reading what I write (Besides my Friends and Family that is).

I love you all, and have a great day/week/month/ or whenever you all read this.

#grey's anatomy fanfiction #update

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ao3feed-charliebradbury · 5 years

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Dark & Twisty

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Y7FAbQ

by ElectricBeatX

Words: 1487, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Grey's Anatomy, Supernatural

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Meredith Grey/Dean Winchester

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Y7FAbQ

#ao3feed #fanfic #fic #spn #charlie bradbury #cqc

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ao3feed-crowley · 5 years

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Dark & Twisty

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Y7FAbQ

by ElectricBeatX

Words: 1487, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Grey's Anatomy, Supernatural

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Meredith Grey/Dean Winchester

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Y7FAbQ

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Crowley

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nevergiveupneverrun · 4 years

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Bodyguard - Chapter Sixty-Seven “You will become dust again”

Hello, how are you? Here is chapter Sixty-Seven of my Story Bodyguard, yay!! I hope you will like this chapter. Sorry for not posting yesterday, I didn’t have time…

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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- We are gathered today to evoke the memory of a man. Come together to support each other in this ordeal, in the face of absence and pain. The shock is all the more pronounced because this disappearance is done in violent circumstances, for a man who still had his whole life in front of him…but he dedicated his life to others: it’s like a hero that he left us and that’s how we have to remember him and keep him deep in our hearts.

The priest pauses for several long seconds then waves to a person in the front row. The recollection room of the crematorium is occupied by about thirty people who form like a black cloud, while they all wear the same dark and funereal color.

The designated man stands up and walks slowly towards the desk. He turns to face the assembly. And a deep voice echoes in the room.

- I had known Owen for many years…I trained him, I coached him…and as goes by the missions and our collaboration, a real bond has been created between us. He was the best element I have known in my career: surprising for his intelligence, his dexterity, his ability to analyze and act at the right time. He dedicated his life to protect others. His country. And his clients, when he decided to reorient his career to become a bodyguard. Danger and death have been part of hid daily life for the past fifteen years. Thanks to his talent, he escaped many very dangerous situations. But this time, the outcome was different.

He looks down at these words, then after a minute ends up looking up at the assembly.

- Owen left as he would have liked. Saving the life of the one he was protecting. By concluding his mission as always with success. He wanted to feel useful, to make sense of his life, to leave his mark in a certain way. I believe that today from where he looks at us, it is a serene man and satisfied with what he has accomplished who observes us. Without any regrets. Without any resentment.

He then looks for someone in the room and then addresses that person.

- You must not feel guilty. By doing this job, he accepted all the risks. Be ready to die to protect and save a life, he had prepared for it. I, for my part, am proud to have crossed his path. And I will keep him in my memory as he would have liked: a brave man. A beautiful soul who knew how to do good around him.

A nod concludes theses last words and he returns to his place as silently as when he arrived at the desk.

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Another silhouette is already standing out. A man, who turns around in his turn. His features are more drawn, his face clearly revealing a deep pain.

He clears his throat twice, takes a deep breath, and then speaks in a calm and firm voice…in complete contrast to his image.

- I didn’t expect to live this day… when we do this type of job, agent or bodyguard, as I was able to do also, we necessarily think of the outcome that can be ours… but it’s still a concept. A simple possibility. I share so much with Owen…so much that convinced me that he was just too good, too talented to…

He is coughing lightly at this time. His hand is resting on the desk as if he is seeking a balanced that he is about to lose.

- I blame you, Owen, wherever you are. I blame you for proving that I could have been wrong, he continues with a thin smile that doesn’t however win his eyes, still dull and slightly reddened. We were a team, an impressive partnership and life will not be the same without your presence. But you were clearly the hero of the group…and you had demonstrated it until the end. I will miss you, bro.

He looks at the sky for long seconds while uttering this last word. Then, after what seems to be almost a moment of recollection, he leaves the desk to return to his seat in the assembly. As he sits down, a female silhouette leans to his side, then places a hand on his back before holding it against his neck.

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The priest reappears in front of the first row and whispers a few words to one of the people sitting in front of him. A nod follows his words and he finally helps this person to stand up and take a seat on the small platform. This time it is a woman. She firmly holds a tissue in her left hand which she carries against her chest while positioning herself in front of the desk. Wet highlights are visible on her cheeks, revealing that she couldn’t hold back tears.

The priest whispers a few words in her ear then takes the distance, staying to the side a few steps. Thus, alone in front of the room, she breathed deeply, her eyes closed. Her chest visibly rises several times, then she opens her eyes again. Staring straight ahead…as if she ad a landmark to look out for.

- Owen was…

Her voice resonates weakly and immediately turns off after a few seconds.

She lowers her face and places her tissue against her mouth, seeming to contain sobs that were only trying to escape.

She recovers in just a few seconds.

Demonstrating an impressive strength of character.

- Owen was like the son I never had…that I never could have. He was a lovely child. Full of life and sweetness. And this sweetness never left him. Despite the trials of life he had to go through, he remained as that little boy was…becoming an impressive man. He never clearly told me his real job…just telling me that he took care of others. But today, I understand he didn’t want me to worry about knowing the truth. He has always been like that…this concern to spare others constantly, to protect them, without ever thinking about what could cost him. Always putting his own well-being last. I had to live the ordeal of the death of his parents who were among my closest friends. Find me here. It’s the worst time of my life…when I only hoped for one thing, and that is to attend only happy moments for Owen. A wedding maybe. The joy of seeing him start a family.

Silent tears slide down both sides of her face. Her voice doesn’t tremble. Only her face betrays her emotion.

- I only hope for one thing. Is that he found the peace that he had been missing for so many years. And especially that they are gathered, all three, in this land of angles. My consolation is to tell me that we will also meet again one day…

A whisper concludes her speech. The priest comes back to her side and places a hand on her back, carefully leading her back to her place. Then he faces the assembly again.

- Amelia, do you want to say a few words finally?

A movement of the head is distinguished in the first row, a slow back and forth, expressing a refusal to this proposition from the priest. The silhouette is marked by a burst of tears while answering to this proposition…emotion is the strongest.

- Fine, we will use your song as you wish to mark a tribute to Owen in your own way. Thank you for all these testimonies and the effort that it represents for everyone to express themselves in this way and remember a being whose absence already touches immensely. Owen was a remarkable man, appreciated and loved by all who crossed his path…and it is the most beautiful image, the most beautiful memory that we must keep each in our hearts. Now, I invite everyone to come and pray one last time and say Goodbye.

He waves to the people in the front row, inviting them to come forward to the coffin posted in the center of the room. The whole room then stands up while guitar notes are heard.

A well-known melody…

“More than Words“ thus sounds, accompanying the silent passage of the members of the assembly in front of the coffin.

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I distract from this scene, the image is too hard to bear. Too disturbing.

This ebony mass stands out in the center of the room.

These black silhouettes like ghosts advancing obediently, some with difficulty, with measured steps, a white rose in their hand.

The musical notes sound familiar to me and rightly so when I perceive mingling with Amelia’s voice, my own voice. This is this unexpected duet that we shared when she wanted to rehearse her cover for a future show.

Who could have recorded this moment?

Was there such a system in what was her composition room? Or did she use her phone without me realizing it since we had redone the title a dozen times?

~~~

A time that is difficult for me to estimate is ticking away until I raise my gaze on the second screen in front of me. The majority of people left the room, only 5 people who were in the first row are seated again.

I discover them on this ale of the camera no longer from the back but from the front, their faces being distinguished by the mass of dark ebony which occupies most of the stage.

The priest then waves to the back of the room and a metallic noise is heard.

The coffin gradually lowered as if sucked towards an elsewhere…finally disappearing towards the mechanism of the crematorium.

A final dry and dull sound rises, symbolically marking the end of the ceremony…the pass from inert flesh to dust.

My eyes are staring intently at the faces watching this scene: and one of them deeply squeezes my heart.

This face.

The one who has haunted my days and my nights for so long months. But it’s like I don’t recognize her. As if she were another.

All shine seems to have evaporated from her features. Marked dark rings under her eyes can be guessed, accentuated by eyes intensely reddened by the sobs that assail her. Messy locks of hair are escaping from an awkwardly put together ponytail.

What I read in that face assails me with an intense puff of guilt: despair, discomfort, gap…I give in to the violence of the image.

My conviction wavers. My heart is racing without me controlling it.

I lower my gaze cowardly and my eyes look on the sheet on the table in front of me.

On this symbol which crystalizes the context where I am now.

The choice I made.

The chance I want to give her. She deserves the best…a best that is elsewhere.

~~~

A door creaking is heard behind my back, but I remain impassive, still confused by the thoughts and reactions I am expressing.

- Did you follow the ceremony?

I nod, my eyes still fixed on this document on the table, and each line is inscribed unconsciously in my mind.

- Owen, there is still time to change your mind.

“I certify to give up all my civil rights“

- Will you watch over her?

“I renounce my identity to provide all the services related to my missions under the necessary covers and determined by my hierarchy.“

- Nathan, will you watch over her? I repeat softly, my eyes still enthralled on the words breaking away fro the official contract.

- I will keep an eye on her… she will need time to recover you know…she is devastated… she didn’t lose only her bodyguard…

“I ensure that I no longer maintain any lin with relatives, family, friends, and definitively forget about any relationship to ensure my new functions.“

- I know…

- Are you well aware of what you meant to her?

- Yes, Nathan, I already told you at the hospital…I heard everything before I lost consciousness…

A pause settles between us, palpable but invisible tension in the air.

~~~

My eyes scan the document from bottom to top, my attention lingering on the title: “Directorate-General for External Security - Secret Services“. My hand automatically reaches for the pen on the table and I grab it, raising the point slightly towards the section I need to sign.

- Owen…

I perceive my first name as the last warning in the vague and fleeting tone of Nathan’s voice.

I raise my attention to my mentor whose eyes I meet for the first time since the start of our exchange.

- Owen Hunt just disappeared, you just attended his funeral.

- Yes, I know, don’t remember me what I just did…the comedy you asked me to play in front of all these people…including in front of Jackson who was very affected as you could see.

- Stop…it’s not the first time you’ve done this…you worked for years in special units…

- Yes, but this is the first time that I know so well the people in front of whom I have to delude.

I put the tip of the pen at the bottom of the document, but I hold my hand in this position for a few moments. My fate will be sealed after this signature. My life will only be a memory.

- The members of the “Phantom“ Services do not usually have your profile… they are orphans, men who have lost everything in their life, who no longer have their family…men who have nothing to tie them to their own life and identity and they abandon it almost with pleasure. But you? You, you have just deliberately chosen to sacrifice your identity, to become a memory for those who know you to be one of the five elite spy members of the Secret Service…What are you running from, Owen?

I take a deep breath, Nathan’s remarks instantly tense me.

- Nathan, I asked you if you wanted to help me…you accepted…I didn’t oblige you. Again, if you don’t understand my choice it’s your right but please respect my decision and don’t make it harder.

I stare at the white cloud under the tip of the pen and without thinking any longer, in a reflex gesture, I blacked the page with my signature.

Thus formalizing my new status.

After having long shadowed my clients as a bodyguard, I became a full shadow. A “ghost“ man who would take on a different identity depending on the missions.

I observe my signature who henceforth dresses this letter of mission and commitment…where I agree to renounce my rights, my past, my entire life.

- Ok, well I have nothing to say than “Congratulations“… Nathan says in a slightly bitter whisper.

I felt he disapproved of this decision I had made.

When I woke up in the hospital in the middle of the night, after several days of convalescence, the choice that I made today had taken shape in my mind.

All the ingredients were there for me to disappear…it became the only outcome that seemed acceptable to me…for all.

- Don’t think it’s easy for me, I retorted weakly.

- I respect your decision Owen and I have helped you in every step…but don’t blame me, if I insist on making sure that you have weighed up the pros and cons… you will not be able to go back…

- I know and this decision is well considered. It may have seemed rushed but it’s better for everyone…

- Do you really think it’s better for her? He supports me, pointing to one of the two screens, where we can make out Amelia, still sitting in the ceremony room. The empty gaze blurred by tears. Absent attention was fixed in front of her. April, in a wheelchair, is present next to her and holds her hand discreetly but firmly.

I remain hypnotized in front of this scene: I can see Amelia’s lips moving to whisper the words she slipped into my ear before I lost consciousness.

April comforts her a little more, giving a kiss on her hand and giving her a few words of encouragement.

I hardly swallow my saliva, taking the pain I inflict on her in the face.

I want to go through the screen. To take her in my arm. To tell her the truth. To see a smile light up her beautiful face.

But a little voice awakens in me as my hands shake and my body is on the alert, ready to step out of this room.

This little voice reassures and calms me, telling me the reasons for my choice and Amelia’s interest…

- It’s better for her…

- Owen…the sorrow you see in her eyes… it’s the pain of a woman in love… she loves you so much…don’t react out of selfishness to protect yourself…

- It’s not out of selfishness that I want to disappear from her life.

- Listen, I know you’ve been hurt in your life, and everyone close to you has abandoned you… that life snatched them from you… or that betrayal struck you down. But do not fall into a blind fatality that will make you see each meeting as doomed in advance.

I take my eyes off the image of Amelia and breathe deeply, before staring at Nathan.

- As weird as it sounds to you, I only think of one person by making this choice…it’s not me, it’s Amelia.

I perceive Nathan’s forehead to wrinkle, denoting his incomprehension at my answer.

- She is not in love with me, Nathan…she is in love with an image. She idealized me. I’m not the one for her. I am unable to give her what she needs, I confess weakly. I will only disappoint her.

I find the image of Amelia on the screen, and discover her slowly leaving the room with April by her side. I realize that they are only a few meters from me, as they reached the corridor. A door separates me from her. An irrational desire to put everything aside and find her again rises in me.

The torture is intense…

But my will and my conviction to have made the right decision are stronger than anything.

- I save her time. I couldn’t bear to read the disappointment in her eyes. Detect that moment when she would have realized that she was wrong. And disappear like that, this is the only way she will understand and forgive me.

I pause for a few seconds before finishing my answer.

- Happiness is elsewhere for her. Someone else is meant for her. Clinging to my mirage would only delay her.

The presence of Nathan is emerging at my side and I perceive a hand to place on my shoulder.

- I wish you a lot of courage for your new functions anyway. Be careful.

I nod, surprised that he so quickly abandons the questions he had about my motivations regarding this drastic choice for my life.

He takes a few steps away, places his hand on the doorknob, and turns around one last time before leaving the room.

- I’ll keep an eye on Amelia, be sure.

He lowers his eyes for a few moments then gazes into mine intensely.

- And I fully understand your decision now…through these few words and what emerges from you…

- Really? I ask, surprised at this sudden revelation.

- Yes, really…I know what you do…you love her like crazy to let her go…

THE END

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Dark & Twisty

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by ElectricBeatX

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Fandoms: Grey's Anatomy, Supernatural

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Meredith Grey/Dean Winchester

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Bodyguard - Chapter Sixty-six “Game Over”

Hello, how are you? Here is chapter Sixty-Six of my Story Bodyguard, yay!! I hope you will like this chapter. Sorry for not posting yesterday, I didn’t have time...

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.

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Laughs.

Clinking glasses.

A hubbub or words and reactions.

Installed on the terrace of the Four Seasons, I observe as if disconnected from the scene, the show that is offered to me.

Meredith obviously thought of everything and took great care to prepare this surprise party for Amelia: a buffet is positioned on the side on the terrace, small tables and stools are placed regularly on the surface allowing guests to sit down and converse. A part of the terrace has also been equipped with speakers and microphones…suggesting that “live“ music will punctuate the party.

I look around the place: around twenty people are present. Most of them are unknown to me. Meredith clearly wanted an intimate setting to mark Amelia’s award. The night was well advanced, but the temperature of this evening was still very pleasant, which made it possible to fully enjoy the open surroundings of the hotel terrace.

My gaze easily finds Amelia in the middle of the different silhouettes: she is sitting on a stool, facing one of the small tables which occupy the space. Meredith is on her left, and Andrew is on her right.

I recognize the award, positioned on the table in front of them: it shines, catching the rays of the lights scattered on the terrace. Amelia’s face glows almost as much as her award: she shows a big smile, and even starts to laugh at a remark from Meredith. She radiates the joy of living, the lightness… could it even be an expression of happiness that can be read on her features?

In any case, she seems different to me tonight. Something seems to have changed… something has evaporated and this veil which was still discreetly guessed in her eyes and on her face, has flown away.

Two blue pupils suddenly stare at me as she watches me from her seat, a few meters away. Her laughter subsides, but a thin smile remains as she looks at me. I stay, as hypnotized for a few seconds, holding her gaze: I have the impression that I read a call, a request in silence. I end up diverting my attention. I know this expectation, this desire that I read in her eyes.

I dread them.

I avoid them.

I am not able to answer it.

I am not the one she imagines.

~~~

- I made a tour of the place and asked for all the details of the staff of this evening as planned, Nathan suddenly announces, placing himself at my side.

- Everything is ok for you? I ask, taking advantage of his presence, to put to sleep the reflections which tend me more than reason.

- I did not see anything abnormal and all the employees that I met are indeed listed in the Four Seasons list.

- And for the guests?

- Meredith confirmed their names to me, no stranger around us…

I nod, passing despite everything as if by reflex, each person invited to this party in review: I discover as always, a relaxed face, lips which come alive energetically in a conversation, mouths approaching smiles, laughter or of ending up on the rim of a glass of champagne. Everyone seems to be in their place. No one appears on his guard, on the lookout, prisoner of a double game, and a mission to accomplish.

- Meredith might not have been wrong earlier.

I stare at my mentor again following this advice whispered.

- Do you think there is no real threat?

- You know like me, how this kind of professional works. They are looking for the perfect setting, one that will highlight their skill and their superior intelligence. They are not satisfied with an isolated action, without witnesses, without a dose of adrenaline… he was obviously not at the ceremony. And he doesn’t appear to be around tonight either. It’s Amelia’s evening. I can’t believe he plans to act in the anonymity of a hotel room or a deserted street.

- I see Alex again you know… just before he drops… and he had that confidence when he brought up the threat… I have known great liars in my life, but I assure you that at that moment, I did not doubt for a second what he was saying. And even now I find it hard to consider it…

- I understand, but I think that tomorrow, you will also have to be able to face the facts if the evening remains as quiet as it has been until now…

- That is to say? I insisted that Nathan end up expressing what he really thinks.

- You know it like me, Owen, this obviousness which is announced…Amelia won’t need you anymore… she will no longer need Owen Hunt, her bodyguard.

Nathan’s words which he expresses slowly and assuredly are like a relentless, indisputable truth.

I was so focused on this threat, on Amelia’s safety, that I didn’t prepare for the next. To this violent transition that was to happen. This moment that would sound like evidence. The one where my presence no longer has a reason to exist. I had imagined the end of this contract differently. An end where my usefulness would have been demonstrated. Where those 6 months would have made sense. Where there would have been a part of the rationale that would have explained my commitment, my stubbornness to stay with her…it couldn’t be otherwise. The beating of a heart, the cravings of a body cannot explain the situation: I cannot fall again and redo a path that can only lead to suffering and emptiness.

- Do you know what you are going to do next?

Nathan’s question seems distant to me.

After this contract?

After her?

I did not consider anything…because, despite myself, I didn’t want to think about it. This after was almost a surreal concept. I didn’t want to think about it.

I didn’t want to make it tangible, for fear of rushing things.

But it is there, I guess it…I have no more choice.

A sign conviction that wins me.

I know what I will have to do. Whatever the cost. It’s the only path that awaits me.

I feel Nathan’s attention on me. But I can’t find the words to answer him.

~~~

Clear and sharp clinking rise, as if to draw the attention of the audience.

We then see Meredith who sits in the center of the terrace, banging her glass of champagne with a spoon.

All the guests turn to her, ready to listen.

- Good evening, good evening everybody, she starts with a strong and calm voice. I hope first of all that the setting is to your liking and that you enjoy this sweet August evening. I wanted to say a few words, and I reassure you that I will not be very long, I am not a professional speaker, she continues with a laugh that wins several people around her. This party, I prepared it a few weeks ago. As soon as I knew that Amelia was named. I said to myself that the profession would necessarily see what we see every day. And was going to reward her. I had no doubts, sweetie, she supports, staring at Amelia a few steps from her. Everything that happens to you is deserved. For some time, I am by your side, and I could see what I suspected: you are a great professional, perfectionist in every detail, committed and invested in everything you do. And you kept this simplicity, this humanity which is specific to all great artists. Those who don’t cheat and who are sincere with their teams and their audience. And I confess that if you had not won an award, I would have made a scandal in the room tonight, she declares energetically, making Amelia smile as well as other people near her. I know it’s been a tough year for you, Amelia, Meredith continues more seriously. But I’m sure tonight is just the beginning: the beginning of many moments of joy and sweetness…you deserve it more than anyone. And I thank you again for trusting me to accompany you in your career. I’m very proud to work with you. And I hope we have plenty of albums and awards in front of us. Yours, Amelia! She concludes, raising her glass, drawing the whole room with her, a series of glasses, and “yours, Amelia“ rise in unison.

I observe, tenderly, Amelia’s reaction: she smiles shyly, almost surprised, and in awe of those words and the attention she receives.

Meredith walks up to the singer, kisses her, and hugs her for a few moments while whispering something in her ear. Amelia nods at the words her manager slips her. The two women breakaway, then Meredith gently pushes Amelia towards the center of the terrace, as if to encourage her to say a few words in turn.

The singer slowly turns to the faces in front of her.

Indecisive for a few seconds.

She smiles weakly, unsure of herself, then ends up speaking.

- I’m not more good at speeches than Meredith, she begins, eliciting a few laughs from the crowd. I am very touched to see you in front of me. Very touched that this evening ended like this: with an award. With a pleasant and quiet moment.

She pauses quickly, furtively closes her eyes then reopens them, looking up to the sky.

- I knew this evening would mark the end of the long way. And the beginning of a new way. I couldn’t ask for a better way to mark this milestone.

Her gaze lowers again towards the people around her.

- I’m very lucky to have such a great team around me. Some people are not here, but I know they are watching over me in some way, she said in a softer and weaker voice.

Her left hand then finds the butterfly necklace that she wears for the evening, following my instructions. Her thumb slips on the jewel, while she speaks again.

- I am surrounded by wonderful people…without which I will be nothing, and probably not with you tonight…so, a big Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. I thank every day the lucky star who made me cross your path. Life is more beautiful… Thank you…

She ends on this last word by finding my gaze. This “thank you“ that she whispers, I have the impression that it is not addressed to all the members of her staff, to all those who have responded this evening to show her their support. No, I have the impression that it is intended exclusively for me. As if we were alone on this huge terrace.

Her eyes leave mine, at the same moment as she unties her hand from the pendant and applause resounds around us, to greet Amelia’s words.

Meredith then takes her place alongside the singer and speaks again.

- Indeed, you are not good at speeches, sweetie, the manager announces in a joking tone. I think you are much better at singing…

- Uh, I don’t think that…

- Yes, yes, look, everything is ready, speaker, guitar…all that’s missing is you, Meredith adds insistently.

“Yes, Amelia!“; “A song!“ rise from the right and left in the room.

Meredith accompanies the singer to the center of the terrace, furnished with all the necessary hi-fi equipment. Amelia ends up smiling at her friend and equips her guitar, dressed in its distinctive crochet piece.

- I’m going to take a quick walk again, Nathan announces to me, suddenly getting out of my observation and reconnecting me to the present.

I nod to my mentor, distinguishing him walking a few steps away when Amelia’s voice is heard again.

- This is totally unexpected for me, she announces nervously. I did not prepare…but…for the occasion, I will sing you something new… a composition that I finished a few weeks ago. This is the first time that I will interpret it, outside my composition room, I will ask you to be indulgent…she claims in an uncertain voice.

She tunes her guitar for a few moments, then takes a deep breath before placing herself back in front of the microphone which she lowers slightly towards her mouth.

- Are you ready? She asks with a smile.

Several applause and a few whistles follow, intensifying the smile on her face.

Silence quickly takes over, until the first notes of a soft and uncluttered melody rise, changing the mood of the moment. An intimate and almost timeless atmosphere quickly dominates the Four Seasons terrace.

And just a presence and a voice to captivate the whole assembly.

And captivate me in turn.

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**Long ago, I thought I heard your name

I thought it was the same

As all the boys I made into men

But you were different then

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The singer’s gaze leaves her fingers dancing on the guitar and goes out into the room. She instantly stares at me with vibrant intensity deep in her eyes. Gently and sensually pressing each of the words that follow without taking her eyes off mine.

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You are the only one to know me

You are the only one to see

You are my one and only

The only one I ever learned to love

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I feel naked under her observation.

See right through and vulnerable listening to the words she lets slip off her lips like this.

Words that she addresses to me unequivocally.

This song is not trivial… it talks about me. It is for me.

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The ocean’s waves could not steal my heart

They can’t keep us apart

Soon ahead, I will watch you go

But I won’t be alone

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The melody rocks me. Her voice charms me as always.

And yet what she reveals in this song anguishes me violently.

It was what I dreaded the most…that she becomes attached to me, that she idealizes me. I was responsible. I fueled this illusion of a plus, of a future…

I look down when she starts the next chorus, breaking that connection she started. To escape the pressure of the moment. Feelings that unfold and come to life behind the notes and behind her voice.

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You are the only one to know me

You are the only one to care

You are my one and only

The only one I ever learned to love

I breathe deeply, calm my reaction, and try to reason with myself.

And suddenly a sizzle sounded in my ear, then Nathan’s slightly breathless voice.

- Owen, Owen?

His tone is sharp and firm which alerts me immediately.

- Yes, Nathan? I answer, looking up to the audience.

- I recognized our flower delivery man from earlier… while I was in a hallway of the hotel, this time he was dressed in a suit, with a waiter’s vest… he was getting into an elevator, and he hurried to close the door when he saw me on the horizon… I don’t have time to go back up…

My gaze carefully sweeps the assembly.

My physiognomist skills allow me to instantly identify each guest, each waiter and employee already present when we arrive… until my attention spots a man with an unknown face. A dark-haired man, slightly bearded, with mixed skin.

- Is the man bearded and mixed-race?

- Yes, absolutely…

I listen absently to Nathan as I scrutinize every gesture of this man. He is standing, slightly to the side facing Amelia, a white towel is placed on his arm and his right hand, like the other waiters in the room

- He may have two jobs…

- He reacted quite sharply when he recognized me, I think…

My attention is detached from Nathan’s voice as a slight movement of the man makes me see his hand under the towel.

He suddenly extends his arm up to his shoulder and I immediately a gun equipped with a silencer, pointed in the direction of Amelia.

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It made my blood boil.

Amelia is still deeply immersed in her song, her eyes closed, living each of her lyrics.

I quickly assess the situation, several people separate me from the shooter. I can’t take it in my face without risking hurting someone.

I start to run towards Amelia while taking my gun out of my holster and laughing a lively cry which pierces the intimate atmosphere of her composition: “Everyone down!“

The room is taken aback, then frightened by my arrival, gun in hand.

- Amelia!

I keep my gaze on the shooter who spotted my presence, and I can see his finger pulling the trigger just as I join Amelia, holding her behind my back.

I have him in sight for a fraction of a second and immediately shoot.

A gunshot sounds, amplifying the cries of the guests running towards the exit of the terrace.

I watch with relief the man falls to the ground, hit in the head by my shot…

My blood pressure decreases when suddenly, I feel a sharp pain in my chest.

I look down at my chest and notice my bloodstained shirt…a stain getting bigger with the seconds.

The pain paralyzes me immediately.

My legs wobble.

My guns slip out of my hand and resound on the ground.

I stagger a few steps, then fall back to the ground, energy escaping from me, with each breath. Every breath becomes torture.

I know this sensation. I’ve been shot in the past. But this time, the pain is unbearable…

I perceive two series of footsteps approaching me, and I soon recognize the faces of Amelia and Nathan leaning over me.

Worried, terrified.

The singer, who had withdrawn her guitar, lets the instrument slip unceremoniously from her hands, observing me.

- Owen? She tries, kneeling beside me.

I notice her gaze land on my chest.

- Are you hurt? What do you have? She asks, panicked.

She doesn’t seem to understand what’s going on, as only one shot whistled across the room…my shoot…

- Bullet… silencer…I say painfully.

- Call an ambulance! It’s my bodyguard! Call an ambulance, she cries suddenly, putting her hands on my chest and my shirt reddened already.

- I’m taking care of it, Amelia, Nathan says above me, taking a few steps back.

I can see Amelia waving beside me: her shaking hands try to contain the blood that flows from my wound. My eyesight is starting to blur but I have one last thing I want to make sure.

- You…do you have anything?

Amelia is leaning over me, her hair falling to either side of her face.

A face that has lost its so distinctive radiance until then. Her eyes are reddened and tears start to flow down her cheeks.

- No, I have nothing, she answers, sobs in her voice. My god, you are losing a lot of blood it goes through my fingers, I can’t stop…she cries, panicked and terrified. I can’t do it…

Her hands are pressing in a rush, different points against my chest, panic completely dominates her.

- Shh…it’s okay… it’s okay, I answer more weakly, as my eyelids get heavier and heavier, and I close them intermittently.

My right-hand rests on one of hers, firmly placed against my wound to soothe and reassured her.

Intense fatigue assails me and an irrepressible desire to let myself be carried away to calm, and painless sleep wins me over.

- Owen, do not close your eyes, stay with me! Amelia insists, distressed. You must not fall asleep…

I open my eyes for a few moments.

Her image above me.

Then colors that blur.

The blur.

Darkness, when my eyelids close again.

But a voice. Her voice.

And suddenly a weight, a presence against me.

- No, Owen, please… don’t leave me…

Sobs against my ear.

Soft warm skin on my cheeks.

Fingers that slide in a caress.

And a smell of coconut that fils my nostrils.

A distant siren.

Intense fatigue… a need for serenity than anything.

Senses that gradually die out…

But the last link with the reality of the moment. Hot sobs in my neck.

And a few words… a whisper whispered in the hollow of my ear, ending with words hummed to the rhythm of her song.

- I love you… the only one I want to love…

**The song is from Priscilla Ahn and is called “Torch song“. I just changed the conjugation of the verb to be, to make it better with the context of the story.

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