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theshepherdandthehunter · 6 years

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A New Seattle Leaf (Part 2): The Tin Box

A/N: I managed to procrastinate writing my research papers to such an extent that I actually managed to finish part 2 of A New Seattle Leaf. At least some productivity was achieved! If you haven’t read part 1 yet, you can find it here. (Sorry to the anon that requested part 2 of Dream a Little Dream of Me, I’ll manage that one soon too, I promise!) As always, I hope you’ll enjoy!

A New Seattle Leaf (Part 2): The Tin Box

“Wait, so you live in my brother’s backyard,” she pauses the plastic spoon full of ice cream half way to her mouth, “in a tin box?”

“A trailer,” Owen sighed exasperatedly. He and Amelia were walking back to the hospital after having finished eating at the best pizza place in a three block radius (granted, it was probably also the only pizza place in a three block radius. One that wasn’t a food cart, at least). He’d been telling her about himself. She had, after all, just hours ago unloaded her own history onto him. It seemed only fair to return the favor. “It’s not a tin box.”

“Oh it’s a tin box,” Amelia grinned. “I’ve been watching that box since I moved in with the McDreamys,” she’d quickly (and mockingly) picked up on the nickname for her brother and his wife. “But I never realized that you were the one living in it. Tell me, can you reach your toaster from your toilet?”

Owen let out a laugh. “Yes. Yes I can, actually. It’s a great time saver in the morning.” Still smiling, he scooped the last bit of his own ice cream out of the small container just as they reached Grey Sloan’s parking lot. Swallowing the half-melted rocky road, Owen found himself reluctant to end the night. It had been a while since he’d gone out for fun, and this unexpected date (not a date, a hang out? Not a date, for sure. Amelia was his subordinate. Although he knew full well that that rationalization was nonsense) had been a refreshing reminder of what fun felt like. When she had said she had no filter, she’d really meant no filter. He’d never met someone like her before, and her absolute straightforwardness somehow made it easier to talk to her. He’d told her things about himself he usually didn’t share easily. Especially not with someone he really didn’t know. But the closer they came to the hospital entrance, the less excuses he could think of to prolong their time together –together as in friends, of course-.

“So,” he drawled. “Ehm, my car is over there.” He gestured vaguely to a spot on the other side of the parking lot. “Can I walk you to yours?”

“Well,” Amelia hesitated, throwing a slightly anxious glance at the sliding doors a few steps away from them. “I actually still need to grab my bag from inside. I was planning on picking it up on my way out, before …” she worried her lower lip between her teeth, “you know.”

“Oh,” he tried to keep the disappointment from his voice. “Okay. I eh … I’ll see you around then?”

“Yeah.” But Amelia didn’t sound like she’d heard a word he’d said, still holding her gaze on the hospital entrance.

“Amelia?” He took a step towards her, “everything alright?” He too looked at the sliding doors now, trying to see what she was looking at. But the entrance seemed calm enough, nothing out of the ordinary. It looked just like when they’d left it earlier tonight.

And that’s when it hit him. “You think James is still in there?”

Amelia’s eyes shot up to his. “No, I just …” She’s quick to deny, but her words trail off along with her conviction. “Yes,” she whispered sheepishly. “I know I need to talk to him.” She repeated the words she’d said earlier that night. “I’m just not ready. Argh.” She sighed. “Just not tonight.”

Owen looked from her eyes to the doors and back, before reaching out his hand to her. “Here, give me your locker key.” Amelia looked at him in surprise. “I’ll get your bag, and I’ll check if he’s still inside.”

“You don’t have to do that.” She bit her lower lip again, feeling shame at her own childishness. She should be able to walk into her work place, for god’s sake.

“I know,” he smiled. “I want to. Come on, before security starts getting worried that we’ve been standing still here for so long.”

Hesitating for a few seconds more, Amelia finally yielded and pulled the keys from her jeans pocket. “Thank you.” She offered him a sheepish smile. “I swear I’m not usually this spineless.”

Owen smirked. Judging by the impression he’d gotten of her tonight, this woman was far from spineless. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll be right back.”

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“So no sign of James,” Owen said as he re-emerged from the hospital. “But I did manage to find your bag, and I grabbed some donuts from the attendings’ lounge.” He deposited the bag, along with the case of donuts, in her outstretched arms, enjoying the relieved expression on her face, and her apparent excitement about the donuts. “For on the way back.” Amelia had told him over pizza that donuts were a food she could always eat, no matter the time, or that she’d just had dessert.

“Now can I walk you to your car?”

But Amelia was once again showing signs of reluctance, and this time, Owen didn’t take long to understand why. “You’re afraid he’s waiting at the house?” The look of concern in her eyes confirmed Owen’s suspicion, and a wave of anger involuntarily started to bubble up at a guy he’d never even met before. He wondered what type of jerk this James was that he was making Amelia this apprehensive. “He,” he said, before he could stop himself. “You’re welcome to come back to my tin box? We can drive by the house to check if he’s there. Just for a while, I mean.” He quickly clarified, a blush rising to his cheeks as he realized how his proposition must sound. “Just to make sure the coast is clear.”

“I thought you said it was a trailer?” Amelia grinned, embarrassedly. She was really out here making the impression on her boss that she couldn’t handle any form of confrontation. Not a good way to start off a work-relationship. Or a normal relationship, for that matter. Not that she was thinking of that, with Owen, not at all. He was her boss. They had a strictly professional relationship, after this strictly professional date (hang out? Not a date, definitely not a date).

“It is.” Owen groaned, tilting his head to the side a little. “But I won’t deny that it … is also kind of a tin box.” He added sheepishly, the last words coming out almost like a question. “A fully furnished tin box, though. There’s a bed and everything. To sit on, I mean.” He once again felt the heat rise to his cheeks. Way to go, Hunt. Really not inappropriate at all. Real smooth. “And a kitchen with a toaster, reachable from my toilet.” He chuckled. “And a coffee machine, if you want some? Coffee, if you want some coffee.”

Amelia was now full blown grinning at him, enjoying the hole he was digging for himself. “I would love to get some … coffee.” Easy Amelia, still your boss you’re talking to. She looked around the parking lot hesitantly. Screw it. “Yeah, okay. Why not. I can just follow you with my car?”

“Okay.” Owen said happily. “You know the way, it’s your brother’s backyard.”

“Right,” Amelia chuckled. “I guess I won’t need GPS. Although,” her eyes twinkled. “I could honestly get lost on my way to the bathroom, so GPS might not be a bad idea.”

Laughing too, Owen started walking back to where his car was parked. “Just follow me if you get lost. I don’t do GPS.”

“You don’t do GPS?” She said to his retreating back, incredulously. “What are you? A human compass?”

“Army major.” She heard him yell back at her while getting into his car. As she walked to her own car, Amelia shook her head in amusement. Army major. What a dork.

***

“So, this is the infamous trailer.” Owen heard Amelia say as they both got out of their cars. He had slowly driven by the dream house, Amelia behind him, and had not spotted a single sign of James. Presumably, Amelia too had drawn the conclusion that her ex-fiancé wasn’t waiting for her there. But she’d still continued to follow him home anyway, and Owen wasn’t complaining. “It looks bigger up close than it does from the house.”

Owen gave her a side glance. “Are you just saying that to make me feel better?”

“Maybe,” she smirked. “Big or small, though, it’s still a tin box.”

“Yes, well, I happen to thoroughly enjoy living in this tin box.” He tried to sound offended, unsuccessfully, as a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Pulling the keys from his pocket, he walked up the wooden steps to the front door. Opening it, he waited for Amelia to go in first.

Looking around, Amelia was surprised by the amount of space the trailer actually held. It wasn’t a mansion, obviously, but it also wasn’t as cramped as she’d imagined. She even thought it had its charms, with its brown and blue tones, and the Christmas lights outside. As she said this to Owen, he grinned. “Told you so.”

He gave her the tour (which lasted all of three minutes) before gesturing around and telling her to sit wherever (which meant either the table booth or the bed). “Can I get you anything to drink?”

“Coffee would be great.” She smiled at him as she sat down at the small table booth, putting the donuts she’d refrained from devouring in the car, on the table. “You’ll be pleased to know I didn’t eat a single one.” At the sight of Owen raising an eyebrow, Amelia blushed. “Okay, so I ate one, but that’s it!”

As Owen went about making them coffee, she glanced at his back as he moved skillfully around the small kitchen. She hadn’t made any friends here yet, having only just arrived in Seattle. Back in Los Angeles, she’d had a family. And while she had Derek and Meredith here, she missed the kind of close-knit group she’d had over there. She already missed Addy and Charlotte and Sheldon, and all the rest. She even missed James, although, she guessed she missed the idea of James more than she missed the actual man himself.

But here, in Owen’s trailer, she again felt that kind of familiarity that came with being with friends, with being comfortable around someone. Which was strange, considering this night had been the first time she had interacted with him about anything else than work matters. And he was her boss, let’s not forget about that.

“Please don’t judge the mugs.” Owen’s voice interrupted her thoughts as he placed a steaming cup of coffee, in a bright yellow mug plastered with pink and blue flowers, in front of her. “They’re actually the perfect size for late night cups of coffee. And they were a gift.” He added sheepishly. His own mug was bright red with orange and green flowers.

“A gift? Right…” Cracking up, Amelia pulled the hideous (yet charming) mug towards her. They sat in comfortable silence while she added some sugar and distractedly stirred the liquid.

“Did you always want to live more outdoors?” She eventually broke the silence, and brought the mug of coffee up to her lips. Just as she was about to take a sip, however, she spotted what was quite possibly the biggest spider she’d ever seen, crawling right at her feet. Letting out an honest to god scream, she shot up from her seat, and in the process spilled the fresh coffee all over her chest.

“What?” Owen shot up from his own seat on the bed and hurriedly looked around. “What happened?”

“Spider,” Amelia managed to get out, while also trying not to scream at the hot coffee that was slowly burning the skin under her shirt. She was really going great on leaving a good impression on Owen tonight. “On the ground.”

“Jesus, Amelia.” Owen didn’t care for the spider, but quickly rushed towards her. “Take off your shirt. I need to check for burns. I should have some cold spray somewhere.” Walking towards the small kitchen, he didn’t wait for Amelia’s answer as he went through the cabinets for the spray.

Amelia, while keeping an eye on the spider, put down the now mostly empty coffee cup and pulled her shirt over her head without hesitation. The coffee hadn’t been scorching hot anymore, thankfully, but it had been warm enough to hurt.

Turning around with both the spray, a cold compress and a wet cloth in his hand, Owen rushed back to where Amelia was now standing in just her bra and jeans, redness clearly becoming visible on her chest. Stopping in front of her, he put the spray and compress on the table and put both of his hands on her shoulder, leaning down to inspect the red spots. He couldn’t see any blisters forming, but her skin still felt hot to the touch. Grabbing the wet cloth, he gently started dabbing it against her chest to cool the skin and clean off the sticky traces of coffee. When he felt satisfied that the stickiness was cleaned off, he switched the cloth for the cold compress and held it in place over the reddened areas. “You okay?” He lifted his eyes from the compress to meet hers, simultaneously realizing how close together they were standing. Amelia stood leaning against the table behind her, shirtless, while Owen was leaning over her, mere inches apart.

“Yeah,” Amelia whispered, returning his gaze with a surprising intensity. “Yeah,” she cleared her throat, “it’s not that bad. The coffee had already cooled down a little.”

“Thank god,” Owen’s voice, too, came out a little hoarse. He could blame that on his lack of sleep, right? “I’m going to apply some cold spray, just to be sure, okay?”

“Fine.” She clenched her teeth as Owen sprayed the cool substance on her skin, relaxing and slowly breathing out in relief as the heat in her chest started subsiding. “Hmm.”

While Owen was working hard to keep his focus on the spray, he couldn’t help but notice the black lace of her snuggly fitting bra. Really not a good time. He scolded himself. She’s in pain and you’re checking out her bra, come one man. Shaking his head, he finished spraying and put the cap back on the bottle. “I’ll find you a clean shirt to wear.” He said, turning around quickly.

Amelia opened her eyes and watched as Owen went through a small closet drawer, pulling out a light grey shirt. “This is way too big, but it’ll have to do.” He smiled self-consciously. “I don’t really own anything in your size.”

“I’d be concerned if you did.” Amelia chuckled, and followed his gaze as he walked back towards her, handing her the shirt. They stood there, close together in the small space between the table booth and the closet on the other side. Amelia was still clutching the shirt in her hands, but made no move to put it on. Mesmerized by his light blue eyes staring back at her. “I should probably go.” Amelia whispered, before I do anything to embarrass myself even more. “It’s getting late.”

Owen took a second to register what she was saying, his eyes still lost in hers. “Oh … yeah, of course.” He took a step back, forcing out a chuckle. “The coast should definitely be clear now.” Amelia looked at him with a puzzled expression on her face. “From James.” He added.

“Oh, right.” Amelia, who had completely forgotten about the reason why she’d come to the trailer in the first place, snapped back into action and pulled the grey shirt (which she now noticed had the US Army logo on it. Again, what a dork) over her head. It unsurprisingly still carried Owen’s scent. “Yeah, it should be fine.” Pulling the shirt down, it reached to just above her knees. She was, for all intents and purposes, drowning in it. But it felt comfortable, nonetheless.

She remained standing still, then, not making a move to leave yet. Her gaze still fixed on Owen’s. They stood like that for a few more seconds, before Amelia cleared her throat and forced herself to look away. “Right. Thank you, for the coffee. And sorry about the mess.” She added sheepishly, “I swear there was a spider.” She slowly started walking towards the exit.

“I had fun tonight.” She said as she opened the door, turning back to face him. “We should do this again sometime, major Hunt.” She added the last part with a smirk.

“Without the spider, of course.” Owen, returning her smile, took a step forward. “And the burns.”

“I would not be opposed to that, no.”

Owen followed her out of the trailer, where he waited on top of the steps as she walked down. “See you around, scaredy-cat.”

Amelia whipped back around, scowling. “If you ever tell anyone I screamed that loud over a spider I will end you, ginger.” She reveled as she saw Owen bursting out laughing, and smiled contentedly herself. After knowing Dr. Hunt only as an intensely serious doctor, to hear him laughing so freely like this was an experience. “Bye Owen.” She whispered, her back already turning away from him again, and walked towards the dream house. He couldn’t have heard her.

But as Owen watched Amelia walk away, he softly whispered those same words. “Bye Amelia.” And he remained standing at the top of the wooden stairs, following her as she reached the dream house and turned her key in the lock, keeping his eyes on her until she vanished into the hall and closed the door behind her. Finally retreating back into his trailer, Owen ran a hand through his hair, leaning back against the now closed door.

What a night. He wasn’t sure he’d completely wrapped his mind around all that had happened yet. How had he gone from only vaguely knowing Dr. Shepherd as one of his subordinates, to this, to having Amelia here, standing in his trailer, half-naked (though granted, not for the reason he might have wished), in one evening? Shaking his head, he walked to the table to pick up the discarded cloth (also spotting the forgotten donuts. Amelia would be disappointed about that, for sure), re-wetting it in the kitchen so he could use it to clean the coffee stains from the floor.

Leaning down, he moved to drag the cloth across the floor, and came face to face with a chubby black spider. Bursting out laughing once more, Owen abandoned the cloth on the floor and stood back up. Cleaning could wait until tomorrow. He’d had a long couple of days, and tonight had surely been one of the most eventful ones he’d had in a while.

He was going to bed.

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A/N II: Fun fact, I used the word “sheepishly” 5 times in this fic. Gotta get myself a dictionary! I really enjoyed writing this, it’s fun to write Omelia in a different setting (would this classify as AU?), and just in a more lighthearted manner. Let me know if you’d like more fics like this!

@ameliashepherdgoeshunting this probably wasn’t what you had in mind when you suggested Owen take Amelia back to his place after pizza, but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless! 😉

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ferryboatsscrubcaps · 7 years

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On The Brink

Hi guys!! This fic is based on a prompt from @omeliafics :

'Prompt: Taking place after the S13 finale- Amelia try's to cover up a bunch of pregnancy symptoms from Owen while they're taking care of Megan at the hospital and he notices.'

This is a collab between myself and @ailingnoor. We’ve worked very hard on this and are SO excited about this because we both LOVED the prompt! Part 2 will be coming shortly. Enjoy! :-)

The strong wind was blowing on their faces as both Owen and Amelia stood side by side at the helicopter pad of Madigan Army Medical Centre.

Amelia took a sideways glance at Owen. He had a stoic look on his face, and she wondered what was going through his mind at that moment. Was he anxious? Excited to be reunited with his sister? Or was he still in a daze? She didn’t know. He wasn’t the type to show emotions in public.

She was pleasantly surprised when he suddenly took her hand in his and gave it a subtle squeeze. It indicated that that he needed her support and was grateful to her for being there for him. Although their marriage wasn’t in a good place at the moment and they had many unresolved issues and unspoken words between them, she was glad that at least they were holding hands. They were in this together.

Her heart was beating fast as the helicopter landed and the helicopter door opened. She didn’t know what to expect. She had never seen Megan in real life before, she only had old photos of Megan which Owen showed to her to go by. Owen hardly ever talked to her about his sister, and she never pestered him to open up to her about his family, respecting his privacy. According to what Owen had described in the long car ride to the hospital, Megan was a cheerful, caring, fun loving and witty lady. She gathered that Megan meant a lot to Owen, and both siblings shared a strong bond. She knew that it consumed Owen on the inside to have his beloved sister missing all these years, only to find out that she had been held in captivity. She also knew that this Megan, the Megan who would be returning to them, would not be the same person anymore. Owen’s sister would most probably have been traumatized, tortured and abused throughout her duration of captivity, she reasoned, and therefore would need therapy.

She gave Owen’s hand a subtle squeeze as a gesture of support.

Meanwhile, standing beside Amelia, Owen felt the gentle squeeze of Amelia’s hand. This somehow gave him the comfort and strength he needed to face this moment, the moment where he would reunite with his long lost sister.

His mind was still in a daze, and everything around him was a blur of activity. But when the helicopter door opened to reveal Megan on the stretcher his heart constricted. Although it was too far away to tell if it was really her, he knew deep down in his heart that this was indeed his sister. His beloved sister whom he shared happy childhood memories with, the beloved sister whom he failed to protect, the sister whom he stayed up awake during those long nights thinking of. He missed her terribly and always prayed to whatever powers above to bring her back to him. Now, his prayers have been answered and she was actually returning to him. He didn’t expect the actual moment he had dreamt of and prayed about all this while to feel this way. Now that this moment was here, his heart was racing, but his mind and body numb. Was she even awake and conscious? What would her reaction be upon seeing him? What would he say to her? He had so many things to apologize to her about, and so many things he needed to say to her, he didn’t know where to start.

As the stretcher carrying Megan was wheeled towards them, Owen caught a glimpse of Megan’s pale face. She looked weak and listless and mere shadow of her former self.

The trauma surgeon felt a sudden surge of emotions overcome him. He wanted to run up to the stretcher and give her a warm hug and tell her that she was safe now. But he knew that she wasn’t in the right condition at the moment to receive such sudden display of affection. Instead, he stood rooted in his spot as his eyes followed the stretcher carrying his sister into the hospital building.

Now it was just Owen and Amelia left at the helipad, still holding hands.

Their eyes met. Owen’s were watery as he tried to hold back the tears now pooling in his eyes. Amelia’s were full of compassion and sympathy.

‘ Let’s go in to see her.’ Amelia suggested softly as she gave Owen’s hands another gentle squeeze.

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They didn’t break hands all the way to the elevator, down to the first floor, and down the hallway.

Owen paused right outside of the trauma room where Megan was. Amelia waited patiently as she squeezed his hand as a subtle gesture of support.

After about a minute, Owen took a deep breath and said, ‘I’m ready.’

Amelia nodded in reply and they entered the room.

Nothing could prepare him for the sight which greeted him. His dear sister was lying motionless on the hospital bed, a pale shadow of her former cheerful self. Her hair was messy, her face was deathly pale, and she looked so skinny. Her left hand was being connected to an IV drip set and she was being connected to beeping monitors.

The nurse in charge of Megan was busy recording Megan’s vital signs on the chart.

Owen shook his head as tears began filling his eyes and his heart constricted. No, he refused to believe it. This woman lying on the bed wasn’t his sister. The Megan he knew was cheerful, lively and full of wit and sarcasm.

‘This isn’t her.’ Owen muttered to himself, shaking his head.

‘No, no..’he continued muttering, shaking his head vigorously.. ‘ This isn’t my sister.’

‘Can I have her chart please?’ Amelia asked the nurse politely as the nurse nodded and handed her the chart.

‘Owen.’ Amelia said softly, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. ‘This is Megan. Look. This is her name on the chart. Although she might not look the same from when you last saw her, this is your sister.’

Ówen shook his head as he looked at his wife with a crestfallen expression on his face.

‘I…..I just can’t.’ he muttered, his voice full of remorse as he turned around and walked out of the room, his head bowed down.

‘I’m so sorry.’ Amelia turned to look at the nurse apologetically. ‘ My husband is just overwhelmed by this recent turn of events, you know, finding out that his sister is alive and being kept in captivity all this while. I think he just needs time to process this.

‘ I know….I understand.’ the young, kind looking nurse smiled at her. ‘Don’t worry about it, this is normal reaction. I’ve been a military nurse for many years, I’ve seen how people react to this type of news.

Amelia smiled back at her.

‘’So how is she now?”she asked softly as she looked at Megan. She had never met Megan in person before, and it made her sad that she had to meet Megan for the first time under this condition.

‘Well, she was in a really dehydrated state when they found her. Apparently the enemies escaped and left their captives abandoned in the basement during the air raid. We’ve hydrated her and we’re monitoring her vitals which seem stable for now. Currently, she’s weak and doesn’t seem to respond when we try to talk to her.’ the nurse whispered as both of them looked in Megan’s direction. Megan was lying motionless on her hospital bed, her eyes shut.

Amelia felt a sudden surge of pity for her sister in law. She couldn’t bring herself to think about what Megan probably had gone through while in captivity. Part of her wanted to sit at Megan’s bedside and hold her hand and tell her that it was going to be okay. But another part of her knew she had to find her husband and convince him to come back into the room to be with his sister.

The nurse cleared her throat, interrupting Amelia’s train of thoughts.

‘ Dr. Shepherd, I have to clean Megan up now. Maybe you can go to find your husband first and you both can come back later after she has been cleaned up.’

Ámelia nodded in agreement, whispering thank you to the nurse before she left Megan’s room to find Owen.

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She found Owen pacing up and down the waiting area, his head in his hands.

He stopped as he spotted her, and slumped down on the nearest sit, still burying his head in his hands.

‘Owen.’ said Amelia softly as she took a seat beside him and rubbed his back soothingly.

‘I know this is hard to accept.’she continued, when the gesture didn’t elicit a reply from him.

‘But Megan is your sister. You told me on the way here about how you miss her so much and cherish your childhood memories together. And now that she’s here, don’t you want to be with her? I know she might not look or act the same as the last time you saw her, but she’s still your sister, Owen. ‘ she added as she continued rubbing his back.

Owen finally looked up at her as their eyes met.

‘ Please.’ Amelia pleaded. ‘ Go in with me to see your sister. Talk to her. She might seem like a pale shadow of herself but she’s in there somewhere. I’m sure she misses you. Go in and be by her side, Owen. She needs you.’

She slowly reached out her hand and he took it as they walked hand in hand into Megan’s room.

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Owen slowly walked over to Megan’s bedside and took a seat as he held her hand. Her hand felt cold in his.

He studied her face, which was deathly pale. Her eyes were shut and he willed them to open to reveal her blue eyes which were a mirror of his.

‘ Megan.’ he whispered. ‘It’s me, Owen.’

His heart sank when there was no response from her.

He squeezed her hand.

‘Megan, listen, I know you’re in there somewhere and you can hear what I’m saying. I’m just so glad that you’re back. ’he whispered as a tear rolled down his cheek.

‘ You know - I really thought that you were dead after being missing for so long. Mom thought you were dead too. We had long resigned to that fact.’

‘I’m so sorry Megan- I’m so sorry for giving up on you. I should’ve searched harder….I should’ve....’he shook his head sadly as he wiped another stray tear off his cheek. ‘I’m sorry I let you get on the helicopter. I could have stopped you but I didn’t. Had I stopped you , this would not have happened. I’m so sorry.’

At the other side of the bed, Amelia slowly took Megan’s other hand, her heart breaking at Owen’s words. He had to know that it wasn’t his fault that Megan was held captive and that he had no way of knowing that she was still alive.

Owen sighed sadly as there was no response from Megan.

They both sat in silence on each side of Megan’s bed, holding her hand. Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours. Megan showed no signs of movement, and her eyes were still shut.

When Amelia checked her watch, she was shocked to realize that 5 hours have passed.

She glanced at Owen who was sat at the other side of the bed, his brows furrowed with worry and frustration.

‘Owen, why don’t we go home and get some rest.’ Amelia suggested, her heart aching for him. ‘The nurses will call us if there are any changes. You look tired and you need some rest too. Things aren’t going to change if we just sit here and wait.’

Owen grumpily obliged and they both left the room after informing the nurses to call them should there be any changes.

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They headed home in silence as Owen stared blankly out the window.

‘ Owen, I know that this is hard for you.’ Amelia said softly, her eyes not leaving the road. ‘ I know it hurts to see the sister you love in this condition. But there’s nothing you can do about it, except to be there for her. I know she might not acknowledge you at first, but she needs you. Just hold her hand and talk to her. She did just escape from being held hostage for many years. This kind of trauma doesn’t resolve itself overnight. Give her time, Owen. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.’

As they reached a traffic light, she stole a glance at Owen. The street lights illuminated his facial features, showing his crestfallen expression. He didn’t say a word throughout the rest of the journey and the entire ride home was tense.

When they arrived home, he quietly got out of the car and headed inside. Amelia followed, feeling worried for her husband. Her mind was a jumbled mess of thoughts after the recent turn of events.

They quietly went through their bedtime routines, and as they tucked themselves into bed, Owen turned away from Amelia, still not having said a word to her.

Amelia’s heart sank and she wished she could do more for him.

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The next morning, they arrived at the hospital at 9 am sharp, when visiting hours were open.

Owen walked stiffly down the hall, still quiet as a mouse, as Amelia watched him carefully. He tried to walk right into Megan’s room, but Amelia stopped him.

“Owen, be patient with her, okay? She might be better today or she could be worse. Whatever happens, I’ll be right here with you if you need anything, okay?” she said softly, touching his arm as a gesture of support.

Owen nodded, and spoke for the first time in twelve hours.

“Okay.”

They entered the room to find Megan still sleeping in the same position as the day before.

“Someone should probably readjust her.” Owen suggested.

Amelia muttered in agreement before walking out the door to find the nurse in charge of Megan.

They went through the same routine that day. They stayed by Megan’s bedside the entire time. About every hour, a hospital staff would come in to check on Megan, and Amelia would usher them to the hallway to ask about her progress. Owen sat at his spot beside her bed, just staring at her in silence.

At lunch time, while they were having lunch together in the hospital cafeteria, Owen muttered a few words about his sister and how he hated to see her in this condition. Amelia offered him some words of encouragement and support.

They went back to Megan’s room and Owen sat by Megan’s bedside holding her hand, while Amelia spent the time alternating between sitting on the other side of Megan’s bed and doing crosswords, or pacing the hallways.

By the end of the second day, Megan’s condition remained the same- she had neither improved nor deteriorated. The doctors had informed them that it was no surprise, considering the conditions she had been living in right before her rescue, with no food or water. They mentioned that she probably didn’t get much sleep while being locked down in whatever bunker she was held in. She probably hadn’t slept in days when she was rescued.

Considering they were both doctors and experienced similar situations with their own patients, Amelia and Owen completely agreed with what the doctors told them. But that didn’t stop Amelia from interrogating every medical professional that entered the room or walked through the hallway.

The doctors told them that Megan would wake up soon, possibly within the next couple of days. According to them, her stats were normal, there was no other reason for her still be asleep other than extreme exhaustion. Owen had not opened up to Amelia yet, and she was worried sick about him. She spent her days rehearsing what to say to him in her head, even though she was certain that he wouldn’t respond. He was basically shut down, which wasn’t a surprise to her. She had called the best PTSD therapist she knew to see him, and she really hoped that it would work. He would need therapy now more than ever. Having his sister back was seriously going to change his life, and she knew those memories the Hunt siblings shared together would resurface.

They drove home in silence once again, after visiting hours were over, and Amelia couldn’t take it anymore. Her anger and emotions had been boiling for days and living in constant silence was only agitating her more. Going through the same motions for the past couple of days was too much. She was over this. She had been holding it all inside for Owen’s sake, because she knew this wasn’t about her. Right now, Owen and Megan took precedence.

Usually Amelia was great at burying all of her thoughts and feelings deep down inside. Hell, she did it for a year after Derek died. She worked and worked until Owen came home a year later and made her relive all her true emotions about her brother’s death. However, for some reason, she just couldn’t hide her thoughts and emotions this time around. She felt like this whole Megan situation was different.

She had become quite antsy and annoyed the past couple of months and was feeling more tired lately, despite getting plenty of rest. Plus, she had been throwing up almost every morning for the past 3 months. She had thrown up the past couple of days as well, but Owen had been too tired and too sound asleep to notice. She had managed to hide her secret well up to now, but she didn’t know how much longer could it remain a secret. She knew that Owen would figure it out sooner or later and she had to tell him soon before her growing belly gave it away. She could already notice a tiny bulge in her belly and she knew it was only a matter of time before it became visible to everyone. Just like her previous pregnancy, she didn’t show that early, but at 4 months she knew that she would start showing soon.

She knew that now was not the right time to tell Owen the news yet though, she was afraid it would be too overwhelming for him after the recent turn of events. He needed to focus on Megan first.

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When Amelia stepped out of the shower that night, Owen was sitting on his side of the bed pretending to read a journal.

As she climbed under the covers on her side of the bed, he continued reading his journal without acknowledging her.

‘Owen.’she whispered as he flipped to another page of the journal.

‘Owen’ she whispered louder when there was no reply from him.

Knowing that he had no choice but to face his wife- he reluctantly placed the journal down on his lap and looked at her as their eyes met.

‘ Owen, speak to me.’ Amelia said firmly but softly as she cupped his face in her hands. ‘You haven’t spoken a single word to me for the past couple of days.

‘There’s nothing much to say.’ Owen muttered as he looked down, trying to avoid her gaze.

‘ I know you have a lot to say, Owen.’ Amelia pressed on. ‘Your sister just returned back to you after going missing for 10 years. It’s a lot to process. You just found out that she had been held captive all these years, this whole thing is so overwhelming, I know. Furthermore, she’s still sleeping and we don’t know when she’s going to wake up. I know it’s hard.’

‘ What do you want me to say, Amelia?’ Owen raised his voice. ‘ My sister, my dear sister whom I’m supposed to protect has been held captive for 10 years! I let her get on the helicopter. And now- just look at her. She has yet to open her eyes.’ he shook his head sadly.

‘ Dr. Peterson did mention that her body needs some time to recover. Give her some time, Owen.’ said Amelia softly as she rubbed gentle circles on his back.

‘ I know, but for how long? How long does it take for her to recover?’ he asked, his voice full of angst.

‘I don’t know’. Amelia shook her head sadly. ‘We can just hope for the best.’

‘ Exactly. We don’t know.’ Owen sighed. ‘We don’t know when or if she will ever wake up.’

‘ She’ll wake up.’ Amelia said firmly. ‘ You just need to be patient.’

‘ How do you know, Amelia? It has been 2 days already and she still has yet to move or open her eyes. How do you know that she’ll wake up? How long does it take for your neuro patients to wake up after surgery? She’s not even a neuro patient!

‘’Well, I don’t know ok?’ Amelia retorted, starting to lose her patience. ‘I don’t know when she’ll wake up. What I do know is that we’ll continue visiting her and taking care of her until she wakes up!’

‘What if she doesn’t wake up?’ Owen asked, looking at her with sad blue eyes.

‘ Well then the hours taken to travel back and forth the hospital and sitting by her bedside will have been a waste. Why can’t you just have a little faith, Owen?’ Amelia asked, getting more irritated by the second. ‘I may not know her yet, but I know that she’s a fighter.

‘ You’re right, you don’t know her. You don’t know the person she was before this. All you see now is her lifeless body lying on the bed.’ Owen pointed out.

‘Yes, I don’t know her! But what I do know is that I have been driving you for miles back and forth the hospital, and also helping to feed Megan, change her clothes and clean her up. I’m exhausted too, Owen. So you don’t get to point out that I don’t know her and you don’t get to say that she isn’t going to wake up!’ Amelia retorted in a shaky voice. ‘ You’re not the only one going through this!’

Before she knew it, tears started rolling down her cheeks, and she quickly wiped them away with the sleeve of her baggy night shirt, not wanting Owen to catch her crying. She knew that she had to be the strong one now for them both and for Megan.

Owen felt a sudden pang of guilt at seeing his wife in tears. He had been so caught up in his own thoughts and emotions that he had forgotten she was going through this too. She had not left his side for the past few days and he really appreciated it.

‘I’m so sorry Amelia.’ he apologized ruefully as he gently pulled her in for a hug. ‘ Thank you for being here for me.’

He inhaled the vanilla scent of her hair which he missed so much.

He felt Amelia’s tears wet his shirt and he ignored it as he continued hugging her tight.

They remained in that position for a few long moments before Owen felt Amelia relax in his arms. He looked down to see her eyes closed and her face in a relaxed, contented smile.

He gently placed her on her side of the bed, and draped the blanket over her petite frame.

Lying on his side, he took in every single detail of her body, from her angelic and beautiful face to her slim body. He really missed her soft, warm touch and every part of her. He reached his hand over to drape it across her belly, noticing it felt a little different. But he hadn’t touched his wife there in a while, so he blew off the thought.

Switching off the night lamp, he let himself succumb to sleep, the events of the past few days wearing him out.

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The next morning, Owen awoke to weird sounds coming from the toilet.

Disorientated and still groggy from sleep, he padded to the toilet, rubbing his eyes.

His eyes widened as he saw Amelia hunched over the toilet bowl, retching the contents of her gut out.

On reflex, he ran over to her and lifted her hair as she continued throwing up.

When she had nothing left to throw up, she sank on the toilet floor moaning as Owen flushed the toilet and handed her some tissue paper to wipe her mouth.

‘You ok?’ he asked softly, rubbing her back. ‘Have you been throwing up at all recently?’

‘ Every morning for the past 3 months.’ Amelia replied meekly, as he helped her stand up and led her to the sink to wash her face.

Owen’s eyes widened in realization as he put two and two together.

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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.

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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.

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Still Here, Still Writing and Still Holding Out for Omelia Endgame- With a Few Cosmetic Changes

Hello! Just wanted to come on here to declare that this year as an Omelia shipper; my two goals are (this one is never-ending but,) to continue holding onto the much deserved and eventual endgame also become determined to focus more on writing stories that fulfill my still beating Owen Hunt and Amelia Shepherd with Leo Shepherd-Hunt loving heart for fellow fans to love and enjoy hopefully the words as much as I do writing them out.

The unfortunate aspect of writing is that; I loose motivation quickly and unexpectedly. I have several ideas and the headspace to do it, and the most wonderful friends that encourage me on a daily basis to continue the writing (which I am SOO incredibly grateful for.) I am DETERMINED, like Amelia standing in front of Nicole Herman’s massive tumor with her fists firmly on her hip bones; determined to write more one-shots, alternative universe writings and mulit-fics.

Changing the cosmetic outlook of this little blog of mine scares me that it will not make others read the new content but this is one thing to encourage me to post again. One difference is that I focus more on multi-shots that will be posted on a website I first found the wonderful world of Omelia fanfiction. Fanfiction.net will be where I post them because Tumblr does not have the most ideal setup for an app to do that. For my one-shots and and reposting content I see and love on here, will continue to be posted on this blog.

Get ready for more Omelia fanfiction on both platforms and be sure to follow along; please enjoy and I hope you all love the new name along with few minor changes!

Multi-fics (Please look forward to them soon!): https://www.fanfiction.net/u/13160066/

This also serves as a quick hello and that I miss moments of them like this!

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Thread, Gone VII

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Owen woke up the next day with a huge headache, and looking around him, he realized that he hadn’t slept at home. He was in an on-call room.

“What the-” He muttered, and once he tried to sit up his head spun and he was forced to return to a lying position. Frowning, he began thinking about his previous night. What had he done?

He remembered ending his shift and going straight to Joe’s. He had needed a drink, which turned into two, which turned into the entire bottle. Riggs was back into his life, and not only that, but he was also showing interest in Amelia.

Amelia.

He closed his eyes when he remembered how he had treated her the day before. Yelling at her and telling her to leave him alone. He had been an idiot. So that’s other thing that had been in his mind while he drank and drank. He also remembered why he had that fight with her. She was going on a date with that bastard.

After almost finishing the bottle, he walked back to his house, and just when he had opened the door Emma had smelled him, and she simply kicked him out.

“Don’t you dare come back until you’re sober! What’s your problem?!” She had screamed at him, closing the front door on his face.

So his feet moved on his own, tripping on themselves a few times, and soon enough he had found himself outside of Meredith’s house.

Her house.

He saw from the distance how she stood on the driveway watching what he assumed was Riggs’s car disappearing, and once she turned around, he followed her.

Everything that happened after that was a little blurry for him. He remembered standing in front of her, talking to her, her smell and her closeness making him dizzier than the alcohol itself. Then she had mentioned her date and he had lost it.

He climbed the steps to her and backed her against the front door, and he would have kissed her hadn’t she slapped him first.

She had slapped him. That was it. She hated him.

After that, he did as she had told him and left, but instead of going back to his house he had come to the hospital, crashing in the on-call room bed and falling asleep with his jacket on.

Feeling like the worst man ever in that moment was an understatement. He needed to make things right with Emma –and with Amelia, if that was possible. So he willed his head to stop spinning long enough for him to go get his scrubs and grab some coffee.

As soon as he was feeling a little better he texted his fiancée, telling her that he was sorry and that once he got home he was going to explain everything to her. Then he went down to the ER to start his day.

And that was when he saw him. He wanted to make his day right, and the first thing he encountered was no other than Riggs himself, standing next to the nurses’ station.

Inhaling deeply, Owen tried to control his rage, but images of him with Amelia, during their date, after it, them together on his car, and every other possible scenario he could imagine, crossed his mind. So he rushed towards him, and without a word grabbed his arm and pulled him to a more secluded part of the ER.

“Stay away from her.” Owen muttered.

“Well, hello to you to Owen, how’ve you been?” Riggs yanked his arm away, taking a step back.

“Don’t play stupid. Stay away from her.” He repeated, his patience running thin.

“I’m sorry, who’s this ‘her’ we’re talking about?”

“Amelia. I don’t want you near her.”

“Oh, Amelia, right. Lovely girl, had a great time last night on our date. I’m here to visit her actually.”

“No, you’re not.” Owen said in between clenched teeth, trying to keep his composure because of the place they were in. “You’re leaving. Now.” And with that, he grabbed him by the arm once again, pulling Nathan towards the door.

He fought to free himself from the red-head man. “What’s your problem?!”

“My problem is that you hurt everyone you touch. And I don’t want you hurting her. That’s my problem!”

People began turning their heads to look at the discussion the two men were having.

“How do you even know her?! Why do you care that much?!” And suddenly, Nathan grew quiet. Realization hit him and he stared at Owen a long moment before voicing it. “It’s her, isn’t it? The woman you’ve been going on and on about during our tours? The one who was your friend’s sister?”

“Riggs…” He warned.

“It’s her. How could I’ve been so dumb? You said his name was Derek Shepherd. Amelia is a Shepherd too. It’s her.”

“Stay away from her.” Owen repeated, ignoring everything he had just said.

“And you’ve hated me for years because I fell in love with your sister. You did the same and-”

“We both know that’s not the reason why I hate you!” Owen yelled, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

“Owen, stop!” Amelia’s voice broke in.

After tossing and turning for hours, Amelia had finally given up on sleep. She couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened between her and Owen. About what he had said and about how close they had been.

She had missed him so much, and it had taken an inebriated version of himself for her to realize that.

So her entire night had been her reminiscing about her times with him, in every different stage of her life, until it was time for her to head over to the hospital.

As soon as she had helped Meredith with the kids like every other morning, the four of them got to Seattle Grace, left the children at the daycare and then changed into their scrubs to begin their day. She bought herself a coffee and was walking into the ER when she saw and heard all the commotion.

People were gathering around two men who apparently were arguing, and when she got a closer look she realized those two men were no other than Owen and Nathan, the first grabbing the other by the collar of his shirt and giving him a look that could definitely killed.

“Owen, stop!” She interjected, throwing her now empty cup and rushing towards them, though neither one seemed to realize that she was there.

“You have to stop blaming me for what happened to Megan!” Nathan said, trying to free himself from Owen.

“You cheated on her! It is your fault!”

“Owen, let go!” Amelia pushed Owen away from him, standing in the middle and facing him. “Stop it.”

Once again, she was ignored by the two.

“I did the exact same thing that you’re doing with her!” Nathan signaled her way, making her raise her eyebrows in shock. “You’re no better than me, don’t you see that?”

“What the hell are you talking about?!” Owen yelled back, launching towards him. Thankfully she caught him on time to stop him.

“Oh, come on Owen. A blind man could tell!” Nathan said bitingly.

“Tell what?!” He bit back, frowning.

“That you have feelings for her!”

“What?!” She and Owen answered, looking directly at Riggs.

Ignoring her, he told him. “Keep lying to yourself if that’s what you want. But you’ve been with Emma for years, and you never stopped thinking about Amelia. You’re gonna be the one who’ll end up hurting her. Both of them.” With that, Nathan moved past them and left the hospital, leaving the other two staring blankly ahead, any coherent thought having left their minds.

A knock on his door pulled Owen out of his reverie.

“Come in.” He muttered, not lifting his head up from the paperwork that he was supposed to be doing. It had been a few hours since his fight with Riggs, and since that moment he couldn’t stop thinking about what he had said.

“Owen?” It was Amelia’s voice again, who was coming into his office and closing the door behind her.

He sighed. The last person he wanted to see in that moment was her. “What do you need?”

“I think we should talk.” She told him, standing on the other side of his desk.

“I’m busy right now.”

“Owen, please.” She whispered, and giving up, he looked up at her, silently asking to continue. “You have to stop this.” She simply said.

“What?”

“This.” Her finger moved between him and her. “I-I don’t know. You came to my house last night completely drunk, telling me that you’re confused. And I get it, I mean. It’s weird for me too. But you’re engaged. You have Emma, and I don’t want to be in the middle. Whatever problem you have, you need to fix it with her. Keep me out of it.”

He frowned speechless, not knowing how to answer.

“Whatever happened between us, it was a long time ago. It nearly broke your relationship with Derek. It wasn’t good for anyone.”

“It was good for me.” He told her.

“But it was –past tense. It’s been over for a long time now, and you’ve been with her for many years. So please, please stop all this. Two more weeks and I’m gone, you’re gonna get married and everything will be back to normal. But please, just- just stop.”

“I can’t.” He confessed, taking her by surprise.

“I don’t care if you can. You have to. I don’t wanna know if what Nathan said is true or not, because it can’t. You don’t have feelings for me Owen. You’re just confused because I’m back after a long time. I’m confused too!” She admitted. “But it doesn’t matter, because Emma is a good person, and she’s what you deserve.”

Standing up, Owen took a few steps towards her. “What are you suggesting then?”

Sighing, she didn’t dare look him in the eye. She took a step backwards, out of his reach, and turned around towards the door. Before opening it, she looked behind her shoulder. “Stay away from me, Owen.” She then opened the door and left.

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Omelia kids

“Amelia someone is at the door,” sleepy Owen said pulling the cover his head.

“Really Owen ,” Amelia said sitting up removing her sleep mask.

“I’ll get it as usual,” Amelia said throwing her pillow at Owen who had went back to sleep.

Amelia dragged herself out of bed to get the door at 7:00am. The whole Hunt household hated mornings especially Owen. Amelia slowly walked to the door and when she finally got there she opened the door which let the bright sunshine in. She couldn’t even see who it was at first until she adjusted her eyes.

“I would have dropped her off later but I got an early surgery this morning,” Teddy said while handing her and Owen’s daughter Heylee’s hand.

“ It’s fine,” Amelia said picking Heylee up.

“Bye Heylee I’ll see you next week,” Teddy said.

“Bye mama,” Heylee said waving her little hand.

Amelia looked at the beautiful toddler she was holding in her arms. Heylee had beautiful bright blue like Owen and Orange/ Strawberry blonde hair like Owen. She looked just like Owen and even did the same faces he did.

“ Hey Heylee how bout you go in the room and wake papa up?” Amelia said.

“Ok mommy,” Heylee said.

Heylee called Amelia mommy because everybody else in the house does. Amelia doesn’t mind one bit because she loves Heylee like her own.

Owen walks out their bedroom all crabby with Heylee on his hip. He had on gray sweatpants with no shirt and his hair was messy. He mean mugged Amelia and growled.

“ Really I was sleeping you had Heylee to wake me up,” He said rubbing her eyes.

“ I didn’t do anything,” Amelia said

“ yeah hun mommy,” Heylee said.

Owen rolled his eyes and sat Heylee down at the dining table and went to cook breakfast. Amelia went back into their bedroom because she knew Lyndon would wake up at any moment to be fed. (Lyndon is Amelia’s and Owen’s three week old son.)

When Lyndon woke he started screaming to the top of his lungs. Amelia unswaddled him and unlatched her breast feeding bra to nurse him before he wakes up the whole neighborhood. Lyndon was the small of their kids when he was born he weighed 5lbs and Amelia went 41 weeks with him. Lyndon had strawberry blonde hair like his dad and sister but he has light grey eyes like Amelia did when she was a baby. Amelia called Lyndon a gifted from Derek because his favored Derek and her father so much.

When Amelia finished feeding Lyndon she changed him and went to where Heylee and Owen was at with Lyndon. She put Lyndon is his swing and went to give Owen some good morning kisses.

“ Oh babe Megan and her family is coming to visit us,” Owen said.

“Ok when so I can get ready,” Amelia said.

“ In a couple of hours,” Owen stuttered.

“ Owen why didn’t you tell me this sooner?” Amelia asked.

“Because it slipped my mind and she texted me yesterday.” He said as an response.

Amelia went to where the kids were to wake them up for breakfast. She went to Leo’s room first because he was the hardest to wake up and she had the energy to wrestle with him.

“ Leo get up its time for breakfast baby,” Amelia said rubbing Leo’s back.

Leo ignored her and put the cover his head he acted like Owen in the morning. Amelia decided to pick out his clothes for first then try to get him up again.

“Ok Leo get up bud,” Amelia said moving the cover from over his head. Leo still didn’t budge.

“Time for the tickle monster,” She said starting to tickle his feet which was the only way Owen and Amelia knew how to get their 4 year old up.

When Leo finally got up Amelia handed him his toothbrush so he could brush his teeth then she made his bed and sat his clothes on top. Then to Rainey’s room to get her up which was a lot easier than Leo. Amelia rubbed her back until she woke up from her sleep.

Rainey was their two year old her and Heylee were a year a but if you ask them they are twins. She was gorgeous with brown hair and ocean blue eyes she was Amelia twin. Rainey and Leo had their own little personalities which were too cute.

When the kids were finally done they all sat at the table to eat. Once that was done Amelia did her and the girl hair. She put Heylee hair into a ponytail with a headband, for Rainey’s hair she put her into two braids, and Amelia just flat ironed her hair.

hours later everyone was sitting in the living room watching a movie when Megan finally arrived. Owen opened the door for her.

“ where is Nathan sand my nephew?” Owen asked hugging his sister.

“ They are at the hotel sleep,”She said.

“OMG where are those gorgeous kids of yours” Megan said.

“ They are right there watching coco but Amelia and Lyndon are in the back,” Owen said moving out the way so she could come in.

The kids loved their aunt Meg so they were so happy to see her. Meg loved Owen and Amelia’s kids and even her and Amelia were good.

After the kids tired Megan out Owen had finally got them to sleep all of the except Lyndon of course Lyndon never sleeps at night. Owen went to lay in the bed because he was exhausted while Amelia and Megan sat in the couch talking.

“ Amelia how did you come up with the kids name because they are all so different and unique?” Megan asked.

“ While everyone of their names have a meaning when adopted Leo the court will ask you if you want to change the child’s name but we really liked the name Leo and all. But we wanted to give him a name that he can also grow with he and kept Leo a part of it. So when I was growing people used to mess up on my name and call me Ameleo instead of Amelia. The name grew on me and I wanted to name my kid that and we wanted to incorporate our names into Leo’s so we went with Ameleo Rowan Hunt. And each one of our kids have an A or an O on their names but the all have in L in their names.

4 year old Leo in the picture

Heylee was the name of a good friend of Owen and Teddy who died and they decided they wanted to name their baby after her. So then you got Heylee Olivia Altman-Hunt.

3 year old Heylee

Rainey we picked that name because everything that’s good happens to us in the rain. We got married in the rain, we met Leo the day after it rained and I found out I was pregnant on a rainy day. Owen was obsessed with the name Lilliana he wanted to give her that middle name because it was your grandma’s names. So I named her Rainey Lilliana Hunt.

2 year old Rainey

Lyndon was the hardest to find a name for we wanted a strong name that sounded medical and military like. Owen had seen the name somewhere and told me it and I feel in love with it sounded really strong like some type of general or advance medical technique named after somebody. Flynn was a name me and Owen talked about before got married we bothe loved it and it was my son’s middle name too. And there you have Lyndon Flynn Hunt.” Amelia

3 week old Lyndon

“ You put effort into your kids names,” Megan said.

“ Okay it’s getting late and I have to get back,” Megan said hugging Amelia.

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jordan202 · 6 years

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My Boys Drabbles: Just a Feeling (Part Two)

hey everyone, thanks for the amazing responses!

Chapter One is HERE

I hope you guys enjoy this one!

My Boys Drabbles – Just a Feeling (Part Two)

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Then why are you staring at me?”

“I am not staring,” Owen contradicted his wife.

Amelia had noticed that even though Owen had had his eyes fixated on her for the past minutes, his gaze seemed lost, as if his thoughts were wandering far from there.

“Right,” she playfully rolled her eyes, giving up having a reasonable conversation with her husband, and gently pushed the covers with the intention to get up so she could get on with her morning chores, but halfway through her movement she was captured and swiftly pulled back to bed.

“I was actually just admiring how pretty you are,” Owen declared with a shameless smile while tightening his grip around her waist.

“Oh, so you were staring?” Amelia raised both eyebrows but couldn’t help giggling when he covered the side of her face with kisses.

“Only a little,” Owen gave in, determined to make sure she didn’t leave the bed again for at least another hour.

Innocent pecks on the side of Amelia’s face were slowly replaced by much more demanding kisses that kept her busy until Owen decided to explore the length of her neck with his lips.

“I couldn’t wait for this all day yesterday,” Amelia confessed with a long, loving sigh as she ran her fingers through her husband’s hair.

“Me too,” Owen mumbled against her skin before he captured one of her breasts between his lips, earning a moan in response.

“No, I mean it,” Amelia added when she finally gathered enough strength to come up with a coherent thought. “You were away for two weeks and when I saw you coming home by surprise the first thing I wanted to do was to be with you,” she took a long breath and exhaled slowly, too affected by the wonderful sensations Owen was provoking in her body to properly speak her mind. “But I had to go to work and even though I was focused on what I was doing there, on the back of my mind this was all I could think about…” she whispered with her eyes closed right before Owen moved to her top and kissed her, eager to please her with his touch as much as she was pleasing him with her words.

Even though they’d had amazing sex the night before, Amelia knew that the first time after so many days without seeing each other always felt a little rushed, almost as if their bodies were racing for physical release in a pace their connection couldn’t keep up with. And once it was over, they had both fallen asleep out of exhaustion quickly after. Personally, she had longed more for the following morning because she knew it was when they would take their time to put in practice what they had already perfected over the last years and then, once the sex was over, they would stay in each other’s arms not really doing anything other than being together, talking about nothing and everything. Amelia absolutely cherished those moments.

“Were you thinking about this when you were in the OR yesterday?” Owen teased his wife with a tender smile right before kissing the outline of her belly button, on purpose tickling her.

“Yes,” Amelia laughed with amusement at his provocation, even though they both knew he was joking.

“What about this?” Owen continued with his game, seductively running his forefinger on the outline of her panties before using it to pull off the object in an agonizingly slow pace. “Were you thinking about this when you were at work?” he asked seductively.

Amelia felt his warm breath against the skin of her lower abdomen. Closing her eyes, she unconsciously tilted her head back against the pillow and held her breath, anticipating the touch that surely would come next.

“Yes,” the neurosurgeon whispered, completely on board with his sweet persuasion.

“I bet you were thinking about this too,” Owen smiled, too satisfied with himself as he watched the reactions he was causing in her body when he kissed the smooth skin on the inside of one of her thighs.

“A lot,” Amelia agreed, already too out of her mind to be thinking clearly.

“Then I guess I have no other choice other than to…” Owen playfully bit her skin right before moving his lips upwards and causing an explosion of pleasure in his wife’s body.

Soon after, Amelia took her turn focusing on him and returning the amazing sensations her husband had given her. A while later, she was lying underneath him still recovering from the second orgasm Owen had given her that morning.

“You know, I have a confession to make,” Amelia smiled looking into his gorgeous crystal blue eyes. “Yesterday when you arrived and maybe this morning too I thought you still had your head in Charleston and the training camp, but after what you just did I have to give it to you,” she joked, unaware of how correctly she’d just read her husband. “You’re more present here than ever, aren’t you?”

“I am always here for you,” Owen grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles, unconsciously breaking eye contact with his wife.

He hadn’t told her about the discovery he’d made right before heading back home and Owen wasn’t sure he was going to. The situation was yet too confusing even for him and he wanted to dig more information about it. Not only that, but everything had happened years before he’d even met Amelia. So, if he wasn’t able to process how things had unfolded despite being there and actively participating in the event, how in the world could he expect her to understand or even help him? It was probably for the best if he didn’t get her involved, he thought. Amelia was likely to worry excessively for him by thinking he was too affected and Owen didn’t want to burden her with nonsense ideas.

“How about some coffee?” he suggested while touching his forehead to hers.

“I will take care of the coffee if you make your mom’s French toast recipe,” Amelia bit her lower lip, grinning adorably at him.

“Deal,” Owen kissed the tip of her nose and swiftly got up, heading to the bathroom and being promptly followed by his wife.

“You know, I am not sure if I have ever asked this,” Owen casually commented while taking a sip from his coffee half an hour later. He frowned while watching what his wife was doing. Amelia had just walked from the laundry room adjoined to the kitchen with a full basket of their children’s clothes and now she separated them in four different stacks with such speed and efficiency that it caught his attention. “How in the world do you keep track of whose underwear it is? You’re not even hesitating as you sort them out in piles,” he pointed out, visibly intrigued.

Amelia looked up to meet his eyes with a serious expression.

“I have a very complex system,” she replied mysteriously.

At first, Owen was inclined to believe her but he couldn’t be fooled. Not five seconds after his wife’s response, he spotted a mischievous smile growing on the corner of her lips and laughed, busting her. It was no secret that doing laundry was perhaps the only domestic chore that Amelia actually enjoyed doing. As she kept on separating and folding the boys’ clothes, once again she looked up at Owen and then explained with a playful smile.

“Lucas gets the blue ones, Tom the whites,” she pointed to the piles. Despite some pieces having stamps and different shades, Owen noticed they indeed followed the pattern of color, “Danny, the yellows and Robbie, the greens,” she explained with a proud smile.

Owen narrowed his eyes as he noticed that her system was far from complex and playfully shook his head in disapproval.

“Wait, is that how it has always been?” he tilted his head, confused. How come had he really never noticed?

“Yes,” Amelia laughed as she read the unasked question on his face. “That’s how it has always been.”

“Do they sell kids’ underwear by color?” Owen furrowed his brow, even more puzzled.

“No. I buy the packs and sort out the pieces among the boys according to the colors,” Amelia explained unaffectedly, still folding the clothes.

“But…” Owen was clearly intrigued. “They don’t wear the same size,” he pointed out.

“I know,” Amelia smiled charmingly. “Like I said, it’s a very complex system.”

“Oh, now I see,” Owen hid his smile behind the coffee mug and stood behind his wife’s chair, giving her shoulder a gentle rub before adding. “And what do you do with the grey ones?” he asked with a teasing tone. “Do you throw them away?”

Amelia looked up to meet his eyes, instantly noticing the amused expression on his face.

“I save them for emergencies,” Amelia improvised, unable to contain a fit of laughter when Owen gave her a pretend judgmental look. She moved a couple of feet to the side so he could take the chair next to her and read the morning paper. Only when she was done sorting out the clean laundry, Amelia interrupted his reading. “The kids are not up yet, do you want to go to April to pick up Tom and Luke or do you want to stay here with Megan and the twins while I go?”

“It’s not even nine in the morning yet, I seriously doubt Thomas and Lucas are up,” Owen wisely pointed out without taking his eyes off the sports section. “But I will give April a call and tell her to let me know when they’re ready so I can go surprise them.”

Since their oldest sons hadn’t been in the house by the time of Owen’s arrival, they had no idea their father was already at home.

Despite Owen’s resolve to go pick them up, once she was awake Megan insisted that her father stayed with her. When the little girl claimed that she missed her dad, Owen was incapable of saying no to her request to play with her in the living room, leaving to Amelia the task of picking up the oldest boys while he stayed at home with the younger kids waiting.

Amelia was in a good mood when she left the house later that morning but much to her dismay, her car wouldn’t start despite several attempts. Wondering what could be wrong with it since it had been working perfectly well until the day before, the neurosurgeon settled for taking her husband’s truck, which didn’t exactly please her considering how Amelia felt even smaller inside the big cabin.

But once she had Thomas and Lucas with her, her thoughts weren’t on Owen’s car but rather on how surprised the boys would be to come home and unexpectedly find their father already there. Amelia was having a hard time keeping the secret but once Owen welcomed her sons in their front yard, the boys’ happy faces reminded her that her struggle to remain silent about it had been totally worth it.

Hours later, after they’d already had Sunday lunch together, Amelia spent most of her afternoon alternating between some reading and helping out the twins with their homework for the following day. As soon as the boys were done with it, she found herself eager for some quality entertainment.

The neurosurgeon was distractedly going through the refrigerator, mostly because she was bored rather than hungry when she heard the sound of laughter mixed with metallic noises coming from the backyard.

“What are you guys doing?” she asked as she stepped outside holding a bottle of water in one hand, carefully inspecting the scene in front of her.

Crouched down by the grass, her husband and two oldest sons had their hands dirty with grease as they seemed absolutely engaged in whatever it was that they were doing with tools and a large car part.

“Dad is showing us how to replace a piston,” Lucas looked up from the car engine to his mother and then back to the heavy object.

Amelia didn’t succeed at getting any more than a quick glance from Thomas and Owen either.

“What happened?” she asked with genuine curiosity as she went around them and inspected the scene more carefully.

Owen finished dissembling a small part of the engine before he finally gave his wife his full attention.

“What happened is that someone forgot to add coolant to the car radiator, despite constant reminders,” he gave her a censoring look before adding, “and as result, the car overheated so now there is a melted hole in one of the pistons.”

A short silence followed.

“How unfortunate,” Amelia acted innocent, even though she was well aware that only in the past month Owen had reminded her at least three times to do preventive maintenance on the car. “When do you think you’ll be done?” she sneakily changed the focus of the conversation.

“I am not sure, we are still going to check the oil levels and replace the water pump which is pretty wrecked too,” Owen informed her, subtly shaking his head in disapproval as if unable to believe she’d actually failed to follow his instructions to properly keep the car in good shape.

“That sounds pretty boring.”

“It’s your car, Mom,” Thomas chuckled and gave her an incredulous look, believing she should be more interested in what was going on with the car exactly because it belonged to her.

“I know, that’s the whole point, why don’t we just take it to the repair shop and then we go do something fun?”

By the expression on Owen’s face, Amelia instantly noticed that she had asked the wrong question. The neurosurgeon wasn’t sure whether it was because he considered taking a car to a repair shop an insult to his fixing abilities or simply because she had dared to imply that what he was doing with the boys didn’t qualify as having a good time.

After a little more than a decade of marriage, Amelia was well aware that Owen was the kind of guy who would resist getting professional help for any chore around the house he considered himself able to do. That included mostly anything related to plumbing, carpentry, mechanics and any other kind of common house repairs. In the vast majority of the time, her husband actually succeeded in fixing whatever needed to be fixed or replaced and Amelia knew he took great pride in being able to do most things himself. And now that the boys were growing up, it had become a habit for Owen to try and teach them as much about those useful skills as he could.

“We are doing something fun,” Lucas looked at his mother with a confused expression, as if he couldn’t understand where her comment was coming from.

Seeing she was fighting a battle that was long lost, Amelia raised her hands in a sign of surrender and sighed heavily before finally walking back to the house.

“I will be inside whenever you guys get tired of that,” she informed them. “Take a shower before getting anywhere near me.”

“Only if you promise that from now on, you won’t forget to add coolant to your car,” Owen replied in a tone that was supposed to sound disapproving but couldn’t hide his amusement.

“Deal,” Amelia replied from a distance.

“You know what, I don’t even know why I bother,” Owen rolled his eyes as he spoke to himself, knowing too well that his wife was most likely not going to follow the instructions.

“Dad, she is never going to do it,” Thomas pointed out. “Why don’t you just do it and spare yourself the trouble?” the boy asked with the usual perfect logic.

“Because,” Owen replied, knowing that in that lesson he was just teaching his sons more than just about car mechanics. “If mom hadn’t forgotten to add the coolant, the car engine wouldn’t have broken and then I wouldn’t be here showing you guys how to do something you boys eventually have to learn to do yourselves. So, it’s the chance we have to squeeze the good out of something bad.”

“Yeah, but what if Mom had been in the car by the time the engine fried?” Lucas raised his eyebrows playfully. “I mean, that would seriously be a problem.”

“There can still be an upside to that, buddy,” Owen winked playfully, teaching their sons another valued lesson with a lighthearted smile. “Never underestimate the opportunities you have of saying I told you so in a marriage,”Owen added.

Their sons would never know about this but even though their mother was pretty upset to be cornered regarding the car engine at that moment, soon enough she would fall into her senses, take notice of the potential risks she’d inadvertently exposed herself to and realize that it had been her husband the one to rescue her from her own misdoings.

And Owen couldn’t wait for that part because while his wife was terrible at properly following rules and maintaining a minimum overall discipline level, no one was better than her at actually showing gratitude and returning affection. And with that, Amelia always made every trouble she put him through absolutely worth it.

Owen was so focused on finishing a straight suture line on a patient’s leg that he barely noticed when his pager went off.

“I am not sure I am overstepping, doctor Hunt, but aren’t you supposed to answer that?” the teenage boy asked, studying the concentrated surgeon who seemed deeply engaged in fixing the cut on his shin.

Owen was brought back to reality, noticing with alarm that he’d really missed the loud sound going off. After informing the boy he wasn’t supposed to resume his workout practices for at least a couple of weeks, the trauma surgeon finally got to the pager, seeing his wife was requesting his presence in her OR.

Even though he’d been back to work for a couple of weeks now, Owen was aware that since his trip to Charleston, he’d found it a little more difficult than usual to adapt back to his regular routine, much more so than in any of his previous trips to serve the Army as a consultant.

The trauma surgeon refused to consider that the discoveries he’d made in the Post back in South Carolina might have something to do with his unusual lack of focus because Owen was convinced that there was no changing the past. There simply wasn’t anything he could do about what he’d heard, and on top of that, the subject was a matter of the past. That’s where it should stay.

With a heavy sigh, Owen massaged his left temple as he entered the elevator and checked his wristwatch. He would very much like to go home but to his dismay, he still had a meeting with the Chief Surgery to figure out what they would propose to the Board of Directors and other Heads of Department as a plan for remodeling a couple of rooms in the ER which were in desperate need of renovation.

“Hey, you paged me?” Owen held a mask in front of his face as he walked into the OR.

He noticed instantly that Amelia was caught up in the middle of a procedure, but everything seemed okay enough that she wasn’t facing any emergencies that might require him stepping into the field as he’d expected.

His wife took her eyes from the heavy equipment in front of her and looked in his direction. When Owen noticed the almost regretful smile on her face, he knew she was about to ask him to do something he probably wouldn’t agree with. He’d seen Amelia smile like that many times before.

“Are you busy downstairs?” Amelia asked with a sheepish smile that over the years had been adjusted with perfection to purposefully melt his heart. “Do you think you can leave a little earlier today?”

“I can’t, I have a meeting,” Owen replied with a suspicious expression, despite softened by her charming manners. “What do you need?”

When Amelia let out a heavy sigh that wasn’t meant to be audible, Owen realized that wasn’t the answer she was hoping to hear.

“I just got a call from the school reminding me about this parents/teacher meeting in the twins’ class that I had totally forgotten about… I was hoping you could make it,” she gazed at him expectantly. When met by his silence, Amelia pushed it with a shameless grin. “Well, can’t you?”

Owen looked his wife in the eyes to see if she really meant it.

“Amelia, are you serious?” he frowned. “Why didn’t you tell me about this before? I would have cleared my schedule to go,” he explained patiently, trying to think of solutions. “Why don’t you just re-schedule it? I suppose the school will understand that we got caught up-”

“I already rescheduled it,” Amelia bit her lower lip behind her surgical mask, hoping Owen would take that lightly. “I just completely forgot about it,” she explained calmly.

The neurosurgeon knew how disciplined and organized her husband was and how much effort he put into making sure they didn’t miss anything important when it came to their kids, who were always a priority in their lives.

“When was this?” Owen looked at her with a furrowed brow. “I don’t remember you telling me about this before. If you rescheduled it, then-”

“They had asked me to go there while you were away in Charleston nearly a month ago and I had them change the date for a day you would be here so we could try to both be there,” she interrupted him and explained. “I know I shouldn’t have forgotten about it but amidst taking care of five kids on my own while you were gone, this one detail slipped my mind,” she pushed her case, knowing it would work like magic.

It went exactly as planned because the moment she said the words, Amelia noticed how Owen’s expression softened as he took a deep breath. Resorting to the guilt he felt for leaving her alone with the kids for two weeks whenever he went into one of his Army excursions always did the trick. Amelia mischievously smiled even though no one could see it. It was true that she supported Owen to pursue that second job and didn’t regret it, but in moments like these, she didn’t mind using it to her advantage.

“Alright,” Owen shook his head, knowing he couldn’t blame her for forgetting. Even though he didn’t like to be caught off guard with avoidable things that disrupted his schedule, he was well aware that Amelia actually made the impossible happen by juggling everything at home and at work. It was actually surprising those things didn’t happen more often and he shouldn’t be so critical that as parents, sometimes they got overwhelmed. “I will check with Bailey if I can push my meeting with her, but are you sure it’s okay that I go alone in this? Surely the teacher would want to speak to us both?”

“Nah, it’s fine,” Amelia explained, already with her eyes back on the surgical field. “It’s just a standard thing they are doing with first graders. Since their teacher is on leave and there is a new one, she is slowly getting to meet the parents and updating us on the children’s progress,” the neurosurgeon added as she made a move to control a minuscule bleeding vessel. “I already met her a couple of times while you were away and she has nothing but good things to say about the boys, I think this is just the opportunity for the school to have us together there but as you can see, I can’t make it in time.”

“Alright, I will figure it out, then,” Owen was already mentally calculating when would be the best time to meet Bailey without the delay ruining his plans and interfering with his Board Meeting later that week.

“If I finish here early I will come meet you in the school,” Amelia informed him. “Just so you know, this is the teacher Danny kind of has a crush on, so go prepared to hear many compliments.”

“Oh, it’s that one,” Owen remembered the countless times over the past couple of weeks when his son had spoken about the teacher with absolute adoration in his eyes.

“Yeah, be ready though, she is really nice but she talks like a six year old. No wonder why Danny is so dazzled. When you meet her you’ll see what I am talking about,” Amelia explained, already fully concentrated on the field.

“Alright, I will catch up with you later, then,” Owen informed her. “Call me when you’re done here.”

After dealing with Bailey and talking her into rescheduling their meeting, the trauma surgeon repeatedly checked his wristwatch to check whether or not he’d make it to his sons’ school in time for the meeting.

When Owen finally parked his car and made it to the first grade classroom, he was only five minutes late but it was enough that all the other kids had already been picked up by their parents and only his sons were waiting in the company of the teacher.

Through the glass on the door Owen noticed how a blonde woman crouched down to Robbie’s height said something that made the boy laugh. He then replied to her and the woman affectionately stroked the six year old’s hair before getting up.

Owen noticed how the twins seemed comfortable in the presence of their new teacher and the realization pleased him very much. So far, the woman was doing justice to the description Robbie and Danny had made of her for the past weeks. It was obvious both kids really liked her and she reciprocated their feelings.

As Owen gave a gentle knock on the door to announce his presence, his twin sons instantly caught sight of him and got up from their chairs to run in his direction.

“Dad!” Danny’s eyes were gleaming as he pulled his father by the hand into the classroom. “You came to pick us up!” the boy added, excited to show his father everything around. “Look, dad, that’s Casper, our class’ goldfish. And this is my desk,” he proudly pointed to it. “That right there is my...”

“Dad, come meet our teacher!” Robbie stepped in the way, interrupting his brother, just as eager for his father’s attention. “This is Ms. Whitman.”

Owen was finally able to actually enter the classroom and for the first time, he looked directly at the teacher their sons had spoken so much about, only to find out he was already familiar with the face.

The surgeon couldn’t hide his surprise as he found out that the woman teaching his sons was someone he knew, and too well. Even though time had passed, very little about her appearance had really changed.

Owen took a few seconds to recover from the shock of that unexpected encounter and only when he remembered he was inside his kids’ classroom he finally looked into the eyes of the woman he had once intended to marry.

“Beth.” Owen’s mind still tried to process the information as he slowly connected the dots. Ms. Whitman. Beth Whitman. First grade teacher. Of course. Maybe he should have suspected it sooner? “It’s really you.”

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10, 59, 129... angsty but with a powerful/happy ending? #omeliastrong

So I don’t think that there is much angst in here, but I hope you love the ending :)

10- “We can’t keep this up forever.”59- “You own my heart.”129- “Don’t fuck this up.”

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It has been weeks since Jo and Alex’s wedding, and Owen and I’s relationship has been going strong, but I am starting to have lingering doubts about our relationship because he doesn’t seem to be taking our fresh start as serious as I am. There’s nothing to do but test my theory. After their shifts were over at the hospital, Owen and Amelia returned to their house and made dinner, and then later they rested on the couch together and watched their (Amelia’s) favorite show “Dexter.” Even though Owen after cringed for the tenth time, he won’t admit to Amelia that he secretly hates the show, and only pretends he loves it for her.

“We can’t keep this up forever,” Amelia said, and the sudden outburst disrupted the peaceful atmosphere of the house. “We can’t keep up what forever Amelia?” Owen replied confused at her choice of words. “This light and easy relationship. You and I want more, and we both know how it ended up last time,” Amelia elaborated hoping that he would catch on. “Our relationship isn’t light and easy to me. Why would you think it was?” Owen said challenging Amelia’s statement. “Well if our relationship isn’t light and easy to you, then what is it, Owen? Because I don’t want to be in a relationship with someone who isn’t as committed as I am,” Amelia asserted to him and began to pace around the living room.

Her pacing momentarily distracted Owen’s thoughts, and it took him a moment to formulate his response. “Amelia why do think I’m not committed to our relationship and starting over. I am in this relationship completely. What do I have to do to show you that I am unconditionally in love with you and I hope you know that,” Owen elaborated as he made his way over the spot where she stopped pacing upon hearing the word love. Amelia didn’t want to admit it but that four letter word still made her cautious. Amelia froze in her spot for quite a long time until Owen grasped her hands in his and tilted her chin up to look at him. He didn’t want to waste another moment not telling her what he wanted to.

“You own my heart,” Owen said while affectionately rubbing his nose against Amelia’s in an eskimo kiss. “Wow I did not expect those words from you,” Amelia replied with her signature smirk that told Owen that she was up to no good. “If you are going to make fun of me I won’t repeat anything like it,” Owen remarked as he released her hands and began to turn away from her. “Hey! I was kidding. You know I like hearing you say things like that to me. It makes me feel special. And you know what else it makes me feel? I feel love when you say things like that to me,” Amelia elaborated as she linked their hands together and looked into his eyes for the first time that night. She continued adding: “Oh and one more thing Owen,” “Yes Amelia, what else?” Owen replied with slight uneasiness.

“Don’t fuck this up,” Amelia replied with a hint of spitefulness in her voice that she knew turned Owen on like crazy. It didn’t take long for Owen to take the bait and lean in to capture her lips in his.

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I’m A Fighter- chapter 2 ( repost)

Hey guys- here is chapter 2 of ‘I’m A Fighter’, reposted per request of Grey’s Biggest Fan on Twitter.

Chapter 1 can be found here:

http://greysfanpage388.tumblr.com/post/176007460451/im-a-fighter

I hope you guys enjoy!!

The same night

There was a tense silence in the kitchen as both Owen and Amelia tucked into their Chinese takeaway food. There were so many words unspoken and issues unresolved between them.

Owen cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

‘ So Webber and I have tried to contact several neurosurgeons today.’ he said. ‘ We think that Dr. Patterson is the best and most qualified to operate on you.’

‘ It’s ok, Owen. I’ve found someone who can operate on me.’ said Amelia as Owen looked at her questioningly.

‘ He is Dr. Tom Koracick, head of Neuro at John Hopkins Hospital and also my professor during medical school, residency and fellowship.' she added.

‘ Ok, that’s good.’ Owen said approvingly. ‘Yes, I’ve heard of him before. I heard he’s really good at what he does and I’m really impressed with his research on the latest neurosurgical techniques. I haven’t managed to contact him yet, but it’s good that you had. If you trust him enough and think that he’s the best to operate on you, then I’m not gonna argue with that.’

‘ He’s by far the best .’ Amelia confirmed. 'He was the one who taught me all those fine neurosurgical techniques during my residency and fellowship. He can be quite arrogant though because he knows that he’s the best. I WhatsApped him the image of my scans, and he claimed that he could operate on it with an eye closed. I trust him.’

Owen chuckled despite himself. Now he knew where Amelia got her arrogance from.

‘ Alright then.’ he agreed. ‘ If you trust him, so do I.’

‘ Look Amelia- I just want the best for you.’ he said earnestly as they held hands across the table. ‘ I don’t care who operates on you, as long as they are the best. I just want you to beat this.’ he said as he squeezed her hand.

Amelia smiled, glad that she had Owen’s support.

‘ I know.’ she said. ‘ I want to beat this beast too.’

Their eyes met as they looked at each other.

‘ We’re gonna beat this beast together.’ Owen said with conviction. ‘ You cannot do this alone.’

‘ I'm so glad that I have you by my side.’ Amelia said, as she smiled at Owen, showing her dimples, which melted his heart. He wished he could see those dimples forever.

‘ Yes, you do.’ he said earnestly.

‘ Owen, I FaceTimed my L.A. friends just now, and Addison is coming over tomorrow.’ Amelia informed. ‘ She wants to be here to support me.’

‘ Ok, that’s good.’ Owen said earnestly. ‘ I know how much your L.A. friends mean to you and you need their support too. I’m glad that you have them by your side.’

They exchanged a smile as they continued chatting and making plans for her surgery.

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A few hours later, they were both lying on their bed together for the first time in months. Owen had his arm wrapped tight around Amelia's shoulder, feeling like if he loosened his hold on her, she would leave him again. He couldn’t afford to lose her

‘ How long have you known about this tumor?’ Owen asked, a downcast expression on his face.

‘ Only yesterday.’ Amelia admitted. ‘ I don’t know how long it had been growing in my brain though- probably for years since my days in L.A.’

‘ But you never experienced any symptoms all this while?’ Owen asked, puzzled.

‘ Symptoms of increased intracranial pressure? Nope. No headache, dizziness, vomiting, no loss or blurring of vision, nothing. Which is why I never suspected anything growing in my brain and never had an MRI done- I didn’t have any symptoms.’ Amelia answered. ‘ It was only when I voluntarily participated in Carina DeLuca’s research on the female orgasm that they coincidentally found the tumor in my brain.’

Owen would have chuckled at Amelia taking part in the study, had he been in a better mood. But at that moment- he was in a somber mood.

‘ Well, it’s lucky that you took part in the study then.’ he said.

‘ It has been growing for years. The frontal lobe is in charge of impulse control and actions. What if every single action of mine since my time in L.A. was a result of the tumor?’ Amelia wondered out loud. ‘ How about the impulsive and reckless behavior, running away from James, running away from you that day- all that was due to the tumor?’

She immediately regretted her words when Owen’s facial expression changed.

‘ Does that include you proposing to me and deciding to marry me?’ Owen asked in a hurt voice.

Amelia’s heart sank at his unexpected question.

‘ No, Owen, No.’ she cried. ‘ A tumor in the frontal lobe would only affect my actions and impulse control surrounding emotions, but will not affect my underlying emotions. My decision to run away when we have disagreements maybe, but my underlying feelings for you, those are real.’

‘ Ok'.Owen nodded slowly, as he tried to digest what Amelia was saying. He understood what she meant and he hoped that was the case too.

‘ So you’re saying that your decision to run away during our wedding and a few months ago was caused by your tumor?’ Owen asked, afraid of hearing the reply.

‘ Maybe.' Amelia replied. ' But I have to take responsibility for my actions too. I know it was an impulsive decision on my part, and I'm so sorry. '

Owen nodded silently at Amelia's reply, glad that she was now taking responsibility.

‘ But what about after your surgery? Would you still be the same person as you were before?’ he wondered out loud.

Amelia cupped his face in her hands as their eyes met.

‘ Owen.’ she said earnestly. ‘ I will still be the same person as before, and I will always love you.’

‘ I will always love you too.’ Owen whispered as he pulled her in for a tight hug. They held onto each other tight, not wanting to let go. This latest discovery made them realize that life was very short indeed and they should cherish all the time they had with each other.

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The next day

Addison Montgomery had many things going through her mind as she looked out of the window of her cab heading to Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital. She had checked into her hotel and now she just couldn’t wait to meet her old friend Amelia Shepherd face to face.

Amelia had texted her earlier on in the morning, informing her that she had been admitted to a room on the neurosurgical floor and that an old professor of hers was performing surgery on her.

Learning that Amelia had a brain tumor was a shock to her indeed. She knew from medical school and surgical residency that the frontal lobe was in charge of emotions and impulse control, and wondered whether all of Amelia’s impulsive decisions that she made in L.A. including operating while high and running away from James were caused by her tumor.

She blamed herself for not noticing that Amelia was behaving differently while in L.A. She knew Amelia from her pre-teen years. As a teenager, Amelia had always been impulsive and doing reckless things such as crashing her brother’s car and getting high on drugs. That was the main reason why Addison never noticed any change in Amelia’s behavior in L.A., especially after she relapsed. She had assumed that Amelia’s erratic behavior was due to her relapse and reckless ways. Never had it crossed her mind that it could be due to a tumor growing in her frontal lobe.

She felt sorry for Amelia. Poor girl could never catch a break. When she was 5, her father was shot dead in front of her. During her teenage years, she fell into addiction. In L.A., she lost her best friend Michelle, her fiance Ryan and her unicorn baby. When she went to Seattle, she lost Derek. Now, she has a damn tumor growing in her brain.

As the cab pulled up to the hospital, Addison was overcome by a feeling of nostalgia. The last time she stepped foot into this hospital was 7 years ago when Callie had an accident and Sofia was born prematurely.

She took a look at the building as she stepped out of the cab. Part of the building was under renovation, she heard that a fire had occurred in the hospital not too long ago. But the remaining parts of the building still looked the same.

She took a deep breath before she stepped foot into the building. The lobby had also been partially destroyed and was under renovation. Otherwise, everything else seemed the same to her as they were 7 years ago.

After asking a young receptionist at the counter where Amelia’s room was, she found herself walking towards the room, her heart pounding. She just didn’t know what to say to her old friend. ‘ I’m sorry that you have a tumor growing in your brain.’ sounded inappropriate. She just wanted to hug her tight and tell her that everything was going to be alright.

‘ Come in.’ a male voice answered as she knocked on Amelia’s door.

She slowly opened the door and entered the room to see Amelia on the patient bed in a patient gown with Owen beside her. Standing in front of them was a man dressed smartly in a suit.

‘ Addie!’ Amelia called out excitedly as she spotted her old friend. ‘ You’re here!’

Addison rushed over to her side and both women embraced in a warm hug.

‘ Of course, I am. I'll always be by your side and will never let you go through this alone.’ Addison said as she held Amelia tight.

‘ Thank you for coming here.’ Amelia whispered as a stray tear rolled down her cheek.

‘ It’s my pleasure, I really miss seeing you in person.' said Addison.

‘ Addie- this is the person who will be performing surgery on me, my professor Dr. Koracick. He’s the head of Neurosurgery in John Hopkins and he taught me all the surgical skills during my residency and fellowship.’ Amelia introduced.

‘ And one of the best Neurosurgeons in the country.’ Dr. Koracick added as he extended his hand for Addison to shake.

‘ Dr. Koracick, this is my good friend, Addison Montgomery, one of the best Ob/Gyns we have in the country.’ said Amelia as Addison blushed.

‘ Hello Dr. Koracick, I’ve heard a lot about you.’ Addison admitted, feeling starstruck as she shook his hand politely. ‘ It’s nice to meet you in person.’

‘ Everyone knows about me.’ Koracick smirked. ‘ Alright, I’ll leave you three alone as I review Amelia’s blood results and repeat scans for tomorrow’s surgery.

As he left, a tense silence filled the room as Addison and Owen looked at each other.

‘Thank you for coming, Addison.’ Owen said as he nodded politely at Addison. ‘ Amelia always told me about you and how you are always there to support her.’

‘ It’s my pleasure. She’s my good friend, I need to be here for her.’ Addison said as she took a seat on the other side of Amelia’s bed. ‘ Right Amelia?’

‘ I need both of you by my side.’ Amelia admitted as she looked at her husband and her good friend.

' Well, you have us both.' Owen said as Addison nodded in agreement.

‘ I’ve got to go check on Megan now, I’ll catch up with you later.’ Owen informed Amelia as he gave her a quick affectionate kiss on the lips.

‘ How are you feeling?’ Addison asked Amelia with concern as soon as Owen walked out of the room. ‘ I mean, I know that finding out about this isn’t exactly a great feeling, but how are you handling everything?’

‘ I will be fine.’ Amelia answered confidently. ‘ It’s an easily operable benign tumor, and I have one of the best neurosurgeons in the country operating on me. I have Owen and you by my side. I’ll be fine, Addison.’

Addison smiled as she climbed on the bed beside Amelia and held her tight. Relishing in her friend’s embrace, Amelia leaned onto her, and they sat in silence in that posture for several long moments.

‘ You said you possibly had it for a long time?’ Addison asked.

‘ Yes. Dr. Koracick said it has been growing for about 10 years, which is since my time in L.A.’ Amelia answered. ‘ He said that I have not been a sound mind since then. I’m thinking that it might have affected my impulse and decisions. He did hint to me that it might have affected by surgical skills and judgment.’

‘ Oh Amelia.’ Addison whispered, at loss of words to say to her friend.

‘ I am now wondering whether it might have affected my surgical performance in L.A.’ Amelia admitted.

‘ You had lost only one patient in L.A., which is Dell. And there was the veteran woman whose eyesight you couldn't save. Other than that, all your other patients survived without complications.’ Addison assured.

‘ Do you think that I could have saved Dell had I not had a tumor growing in my brain?’ Amelia wondered out loud. ‘ Do you think that my tumor could have caused me to make a fatal mistake which caused him his life and Betsy her father?’

There was a brief moment of silence as Amelia’s question shocked Addison. She knew that Amelia was one of the best neurosurgeons in the country with excellent surgical skills. Surely Amelia herself would know that Dell’s death wasn’t her fault and that she had fought tooth and nail to save him?

‘ Amelia- you know yourself that you did everything you could to save Dell. It wasn’t your fault that you couldn’t save him, he just collapsed so suddenly without warning after everyone thought that he was fine.’ Addison said comfortingly as she put an arm around her friend's shoulder.

‘I don’t know- maybe all my actions have been controlled by my tumor. I can’t stop recalling now all the patients I've operated on so far and whether I could have saved more patients had my tumor been detected earlier. I also can’t help but wonder whether all the stupid decisions I’ve made so far are due to the tumor. Maybe they are, maybe they’re not. But I cannot blame my poor judgment skills solely on the tumor. I have to take responsibility for my actions too.’ Amelia admitted.

‘ Amelia- stop blaming yourself, and concentrate on having the surgery now ok? You’re gonna have this darn tumor removed and you’re gonna recover and then take it from there. Right now, just focus your mind on the surgery.’ said Addison as she squeezed Amelia’s hand in support.

' I’m just wondering about what happens after the surgery. Will I be the same person as before? I know that the frontal lobe only controls decisions and actions and not underlying emotions. But I can’t help but wonder whether I would be a different person. Will I still feel the same towards Owen? How would this impact my relationship with him? I’m scared, Addison.’ she said as her face scrunched.

‘ I know you’re scared.’ Addison said. ‘ But I also know you, Amelia. You’re a fighter. You have gone through so much in your life and yet you’re still standing strong. You’ll get through this.

‘ Addie, you’re such a good friend.’ Amelia said earnestly as tears started rolling down her face.

‘ That’s what friends are for.’ Addison said as she pulled Amelia in for a tight hug.

In the comfort of her friend’s embrace, Amelia broke down, releasing all her fear, confusion, anger and guilt. She never realized how much she missed Addison until Addison was there in person by her side.

Addison continued holding Amelia tight, feeling sorry for her friend. She knew that Amelia had been through so much in her life, and she wished she could do more for her. But right now, Amelia needed her support more than anything, and she was going to give Amelia her full support.

They lied down on Amelia’s bed in silence, both engrossed in their own thoughts, with Addison still holding Amelia’s hand. Amelia had to admit, having Addison by her side was so comforting indeed, it gave her the strength and courage she needed to face the surgery.

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An hour later, Addison was still lying on the bed with Amelia. They were both chatting animatedly, catching up with all that was going on in their lives for the past few weeks.

Amelia was confiding in Addison about her rocky relationship with Owen, with her running away from Owen due to her fear of having another anencephalic baby, leading to them drifting apart, but Owen stepping up to support her when he found out about the tumor.

Addison updated Amelia on the latest news in Oceanside Wellness, about what their friends were up to, and the latest interesting cases.

Amelia smiled as Addison swiped through her phone, showing her the latest photos of Henry.

‘ He’s so adorable.’ Amelia said in awe.

‘ He’s best friends with Lucas. Those two are inseparable, I tell you.’ Addison laughed. ‘ Violet and I always arrange for them to have playdates together.’

‘ It's so cool that they’re friends with each other.’ Amelia said earnestly. ‘ How are Mason and the triplets?’

‘ Mason is fine- he scored straight As for all his subjects this semester, and is the top of his class. The triplets are getting more and more adorable each day. I swear I can never tell them apart.’ Addison chuckled.

Just then, the room door opened.

Amelia gasped in surprise as she saw Maggie, Meredith, Alex, April, Bailey, Nathan, Webber and Andrew enter her room.

She had told Maggie about her brain tumor earlier on that morning before Dr. Koracick arrived to assess her. As expected, Maggie burst into tears and hugged her tight, saying that she was allowed to cry because she had lost her mom and didn’t want to lose her too.

She asked Maggie to help her tell Meredith about the news. What she didn’t expect was for Maggie to tell their other colleagues about it as well. She knew that Bailey, Webber and Andrew had known about her tumor earlier on, but she didn’t expect to see Alex, April and Nathan there too.

‘ Oh hello, Montgomery. It’s nice to see you here. You still look the same.’ Bailey greeted as Addison got up from the bed and gave her a hug which she reciprocated awkwardly.

‘ It’s nice to see you all here.’ Addison replied as she shook hands with them.

‘ We’re all here to see Amelia.’ Webber admitted. ‘ We heard that she is undergoing surgery tomorrow, so we want to wish her good luck and send good vibes.’ he added.

‘ Thank you all so much for coming to support me.’ Amelia said earnestly, pleasantly surprised by all the visitors. All this while, other than Owen, Meredith and Maggie, she seldom interacted with the other attendings and residents, always preferring to be alone instead of hanging out with them outside of work. That was why she didn’t expect so many people to be there to support her. It made her heart swell and tears pool in her eyes.

‘Amelia, I just heard.’ Meredith said as she made her way to Amelia’s bedside. ‘ I’m so sorry.’

' Sorry for what?' Amelia muttered although she knew the answer.

‘ I’m sorry for the times I’ve been so harsh towards you.’ Meredith admitted. ‘ I guess you remind me too much of Derek. I’m so sorry, I don’t want to lose you.’ she said as she squeezed Amelia’s hand.

Amelia shrugged and gave Meredith a teary smile, debating on whether to say out loud that it took a tumor for Meredith to apologize to her for the way she had been treating her. She decided that it was not worth it and to brush it off instead.

‘ It’s ok Meredith.’ said Amelia earnestly. ‘ I forgive you. Life is too short to hold grudges. You're my sister after all.’

The two sisters exchanged a smile, glad that any previous misunderstandings between them had been forgiven.

‘ I’m sorry, but April, Alex and Nathan overheard.’ Maggie admitted as she walked over to the other side of Amelia’s bed. ‘ They wanted to come up to see you too.’

‘ Yes, I’m so sorry Amelia.’ April said as she sat on the foot of Amelia’s bed. ‘ I’m praying for you to pull through. I’m going to the hospital chapel after this to pray for you if you don’t mind.’

‘ Thanks, April.’ Amelia answered gratefully. ‘ I’m not the religious type, but I do appreciate prayers.

‘ I’m wishing you all the best, Shepherd.’ Alex said as he smirked at Amelia. ‘ You’re going to get through this, I know. You’re a fighter.’

Amelia smiled, remembering how she had confided in him about her unicorn baby once in the attending lounge.

‘ I’m just so glad to see you all here.’ she said earnestly to them.

‘ Really. Thank you all so much for being here for me and supporting me. I really appreciate it.’

‘ We're family. We're all here for you.’ said Maggie, as she hugged Amelia.

Amelia exchanged a quick glance with Addison who was smiling too, glad to see her friend having the support of so many people.

Just then, Dr. Koracick entered the room holding Amelia’s repeat brain MRI and blood results.

‘ Alright, Shepherd, I have all your pre-operative investigations ready. You’re fit to go. Are you prepared? Your surgery would be scheduled for 8 am tomorrow, you’ll be fasted from 8 pm tonight.’

‘ Right I am.’ Amelia said confidently, even though her heart was pounding inside. She trusted her professor and knew that she was in the best hands. However, she couldn’t help but feel anxious. As a surgeon, she knew that even the most routine of surgeries would have risks of complications and even death. What if she became paralyzed, blind or lost her speech?

Taking a deep breath and shaking all the negative thoughts out of her mind, she added. ‘ Let’s get this show on the road.’

‘ That's the spirit! I always make sure to impart to my students this fighting spirit.’ Dr. Koracick exclaimed as he gave Amelia a high five.

‘ I’ll go book the OR for tomorrow.' Bailey announced.

‘ I’ll inform scrub nurse Bohkee to prepare the OR.’ said Webber. He knew that Bohkee was Amelia’s favorite scrub nurse and Amelia would love to have her assisting in her surgery.

‘ Thank you, Webber. I do want her scrubbing in on my surgery. I also want DeLuca to be the resident scrubbing in.’ Amelia informed as she looked at Andrew and winked at him.

‘ Thank you so much, Dr. Shepherd.’ Andrew said gratefully, his heart leaping for joy at the opportunity of scrubbing in for such a major surgery. At the same time, he was hoping that Amelia would pull through the surgery. The neurosurgeon was now fast becoming his favorite attending.

As Bailey, Webber and Andrew left to prepare for Amelia’s surgery, the rest of the people in the room stayed back to have a light-hearted chat with Amelia, which eased her anxiety.

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That night, Owen and Amelia were both left alone in the room. Their colleagues had either gone back home or were on call, and Addison had gone back to her hotel room.

Owen was sitting beside Amelia on the hospital bed. There was a comfortable silence between them as they both stared at the TV, not really paying attention to what was playing on the screen.

Amelia cuddled closer to Owen as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She leaned forward to his chest, feeling the comfort of listening to his heartbeat.

She had already started fasting, and an IV drip was being inserted into her. The moment the nurse inserted the IV drip into her, the reality of the situation hit her hard. She was the patient now, she was going into surgery to have a huge tumor removed from her brain. Now she understood the anxiety that patients faced before going to surgery. No matter how she tried to convince them that it was just a routine surgery which had been done so many times before, she still couldn’t relieve their anxiety totally. She couldn’t guarantee them that the surgery would go on smoothly. There was always the risk of complications. There was never a guaranteed outcome in surgery. Knowing all this as a surgeon made her anxious. She knew exactly what Dr. Koracick would be doing the next day, which part of her brain he would drill into, and the nerves and blood vessels which would be in the way. That made her even more anxious, knowing which nerves and blood vessels of hers might be affected.

Sensing Amelia tense up in his arms, Owen released his hold on her and cupped her face in his hands.

‘ I know you’re anxious. I can sense your anxiety.’ he said. ‘ It’s going to be fine, Amelia. You’re going to pull through this, ok? You said that Dr. Koracick is the best neurosurgeon in the country and I trust your judgment.’

‘ I know he’s the best. I was fine until the blood investigation results, pre-operative scans and IV drip make it all real. What if I get permanently paralyzed or blind, or worse still never wake up?’ Amelia asked as she looked at Owen, fear showing in her eyes. She had put on a brave front for others, but with Owen, she could feel her defenses crumbling and her insecurities surfacing. She felt comfortable exposing her innermost fears to him.

‘ Amelia, don’t say that.’ Owen whispered, feeling his heart sink at her words. A stray tear rolled down his cheek as he looked at her with pleading eyes. He could never bring himself to imagine life without Amelia. No, he could not afford to lose her. ‘ You’re not going to die or go blind or paralyzed. You’re going to pull through this like you pull through everything else. Fight for me, ok?’ he added with conviction as he pulled her in for a tight hug.

‘ Ok.’ Amelia nodded as she felt tears rolling down her cheeks.

‘ I’ll fight for you. I’ll fight for us. We’re going to be ok, right?’ she asked, looking up at him with teary eyes.

‘ Yes, we’re going to be ok. We’re going to pull through this together.’ Owen said confidently. ‘ I’ll be up there in the gallery watching.'

Amelia gave him a teary smile, showing her dimples.

They held hands as they looked at each other in the eye, full of love.

‘ I love you so much Amelia, and never want to let you go.’ Owen said earnestly as he used his thumb to rub a stray tear from her cheek.

‘ I love you too and I don’t want to leave you.’ Amelia sniffled as she looked up at him with a sad expression.

Still cupping Amelia’s face, Owen bent down to kiss her gently but passionately on the lips.

She reciprocated the kiss, which became heated fast as his hands cupped the outline of her breasts and hers traced the outline of his broad chest.

Owen pulled away before they could take their kiss to the next level, which made Amelia groan in disappointment.

‘ You have an IV drip connected to you, and you're having surgery tomorrow.’ he pointed out. ‘It’s just not right.’

‘ Well, in case I never wake up from the surgery, I would want my last night on earth to be filled with orgasm.’ Amelia half-joked.

‘ Sorry, no filter.’ she muttered when she saw Owen's terrified look upon hearing her words. ‘ Maybe when I have this thing removed from my head, I will develop a filter.’

Owen shook his head as he pulled her close to him for a cuddle. They remained in that position, cuddling close to each other for the entire night.

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The next morning

When Amelia’s personal nurse Emily entered the room, the couple was still lying on the bed, cuddled close to each other.

‘Good morning, Dr. Shepherd.’ she greeted cheerfully. ‘ It’s surgery day. Rise and shine.’

Amelia groaned and rubbed her eyes. As she saw the IV line attached to her, she instantly remembered that she was the patient, and not the surgeon performing the surgery.

‘ As you would know, you need to shave your head.’ Emily ordered gently as she passed her a pair of scissors.

Amelia stared at the scissors for a long time. She loved her hair and to have even a part of it cut off made her sad.

‘ I can help her do it.’ Addison offered as she entered the room and walked over briskly to Amelia, enveloping her in a hug.

‘ Addie.’ Amelia whispered, looking at Addison with teary eyes.

‘ It’s ok, Amelia, it’s gonna grow back.’ Addison said softly as she smoothed her friend’s hair.

A few minutes later, they were in the bathroom, as Addison gently shaved the hair off the part of Amelia’s head which was to be operated on.

Amelia’s face scrunched as she watched strands of her beautiful hair fall onto the floor. She stared at the mirror and saw a bald patch left on that portion of her head.

‘It’s ok, I know it hurts.’ said Addison soothingly as she straightened the remaining of Amelia’s hair to let it cover the bald area as much as possible. ‘ You can cry as much as you want, Amelia. Let it all out. It’s ok.’

At Addison’s words, Amelia allowed the floodgate of tears to open. Addison hugged her tight as she sobbed and sobbed, releasing all her anxiety regarding the surgery

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An hour later, Amelia was lying on the patient trolley as she was being wheeled to OR3. Several nurses were pushing her trolley, and Owen was walking on one side of the trolley with Addison walking on the other side.

Amelia’s heart was pounding rapidly. Now she knew how her patients felt the moment they were being wheeled into surgery.

Everything was a blur to her that morning. Dr. Koracick had entered her room again to explain the procedure and the risks of the surgery to her as a formality even though they both knew that she was very familiar with the surgery. Her mind was blank and her heart numb as she signed the consent form for the surgery.

Before she knew it, it was time for her surgery.

As her trolley stopped outside the closed OR door, Amelia turned to look at Owen and Addison, the two most important people in her life at the moment.

‘ Addie.’ she whispered, grabbing hold of her friend’s hand. ‘ If I don’t wake up….please tell the rest of our friends in LA that I love them so much and am so grateful for their friendship and support all this while. And send my kisses and hugs to Henry. Tell everyone there not to miss me too much…. and think of it as a reunion with my dad, my baby, Ryan and Derek.'

‘ No, Amelia.’ Addison said, shaking her head. ‘ You’re going to have to tell them yourself when you wake up.’

Amelia smiled in reply as she turned to the right to look at Owen and grab hold of his hand.

‘ Owen. I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done, for running away from you like that. You deserve better. Just know that I love you so much. If I don’t wake up, please promise me you’ll go on with life and find someone who would give you all the love and the family you’ve always wanted. And please tell Maggie, Meredith and the rest that I love them too.’ she said as a stray tear rolled down her cheek.

Owen shook his head sadly as a stray tear rolled down his cheek too.

‘ You’re going to have to tell them yourself.’ he said. ‘ And yes, I’m going to have the family I’ve always wanted, with you.’

He bent down to cup her face in his hands, as their eyes met and they stared at each other, full of love.

They shared a passionate kiss for a long moment before the OR doors opened and Amelia had to be wheeled into the OR.

‘ I love you both so much.’ Amelia said as she bid them a wave goodbye and the OR doors closed behind her.

In the OR, Amelia was pleased to see Bohkee already scrubbed in and preparing the surgical instruments. Bohkee was the scrub nurse she trusted the most.

As she looked into the scrub room, she could see Dr. Koracick and Andrew scrubbing in for the surgery.

When she stared up at the OR, a smile formed on her face as she saw all her colleagues at the gallery staring down at her, there to cheer her on. Maggie, Meredith, Nathan, Bailey, Webber, Alex, April, Arizona were all there, smiling at her. She waved at them, feeling grateful for their support.

' I love you guys tremendously.' she said.

They waved back at her as Maggie gave her a french kiss. She saw Addison and Owen joining them in the viewing gallery, which was full. She exchanged a smile with both of them, as Addison gave her a thumbs up sign.

Feeling energized by all the support she was getting, Amelia took a deep breath in and stood in her superhero pose, the pose she had always used before scrubbing into surgery. Just standing in that pose gave her hope and confidence that she was going to pull through.

To her pleasant surprise, everyone else in the OR and viewing gallery followed her pose. It made her feel so grateful to see all these people supporting her. Realizing that she wasn’t alone and had so many people by her side, she climbed onto the operating table and lied down with a smile on her face.

‘ Alright, it’s a beautiful day to save lives.’ she announced, using her brother’s famous quote which he mentioned each time before a surgery.

‘ It’s a beautiful day to save lives indeed.’ she heard Bohkee, who had scrubbed in with Derek for numerous surgeries, repeat.

Not long after, darkness engulfed her.

Here it is- Chapter 2 of ‘I’m A Fighter.’ I really hope you liked it, please do let me know what you think guys! Comments, reviews, messages and reblogs are very much appreciated, I would love to know what you think! <3

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toevenexist · 4 years

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The Darkening Pt.19

Hey Everyone! So I had half of this little chapter written a year ago? (something like that, sorry), and when I came and read it back I nearly cried, its like a little time capsule I wrote! Arizona! And Oh boy Omelia, I feel this all so much. I wrote them and their love, how I always hoped (and hopefully still do hope) love could be.

Oh boy. I’ll get writing the next chapter. Please please send feedback, really just let me hear your thoughts, I’m awful emotional these days, and I cry real easy. Could use some moral support tbh.

Link to Chapter 1 for any new readers

Link to Chapter 18 for anyone wanting to recap

Masterpost

I sincerely hope this was worth the wait. Thank you for sticking with me. Enjoy:

The house was quiet. Amelia stood at the window of the living room and pulled up the blind. The sun was rising. Orange light poured in, the feeling warmed Amelia’s chest. She had been waking up at this time for the past few weeks, someday’s the sky would be so densely overcast, with clouds hanging low. Not today, today the far sides of the cotton like clouds were orange and pink, and the sky that peaked through behind was indigo.

Amelia sat down on the chair she had placed by the window weeks ago. It was a routine, she’d awaken before sunrise, before everyone else, and amble about the house. She’d check on the kids, letting her eyes drift across their beds, their faces would always be so calm, lips in sleepy pouts.

She’d make herself a cup of tea and go to the window, to watch the sun come up, and then fall asleep, there in the tattered armchair. Someone would always wake her late morning, usually Owen, or one of the girls, in a sweet and gentle way, tickling fingertips across her brow line, tiny hands rubbing circles against her round stomach. She’d opened her eyes to little Ellis doing this first, and the girl smiled, eyes glowing with the kind of energy only she, too young to understand what was lost, could possess.

The sky slowly evolved in its colours, the light becoming yellower, the clouds lost their pink. Amelia rest her head back, and consciously relaxed her jaw, inhaling deeply through her nose. She had one hand wrapped around her mug of fruit tea, absorbing the heat, and her other moving in soothing circles against her taut stomach. She was about a month from her due date, and the babies had limited room now, so their movement was restricted, more like sharp nudges and shoves, as if they were sharing a tent that was much too small for the both of them.

Amelia took a sip of her tea and rest the mug atop her stomach, looking down at herself. In disbelief for a moment, she though, if someone had given her the ability to see into this moment a year ago, she wouldn’t have believed it.

Before her mind wandered too far, and anxiety gripped too hard, she paused, and breathed deep, uttering “five things I can see.” She glanced up at the sky. “The sky… the clouds, the sun… The tree tops… snow” she breathed deep, and closed her eyes. Listening now to the sounds of her friends breathing heavily in their sleep behind her.

One sound prompted her to snap her eyes open. She sat forward, eyes wide up to the sky. She put her tea down and stood slowly, pressing one hand against her lower back as it ached under her load. Her eyes were wide, filled with light. Among the clouds; A bird swayed across the sky mutely, Amelia’s eyes followed it. One of the babies nudged her and she held herself, ears twitching again at the sound of the bird wailing softly. She smiled up, at the first bird she’d seen since before this all began. He soured across the treetops, dancing in circles, as if he knew he had an audience.

Suddenly another appeared and Amelia gasped, watching them circle around each other. Amelia quickly eyed Owen, looking undecidedly between him and the window. She moved to him slowly, keeping her eyes out of the window. Nudging him with her foot, she called his name in a whisper. His eyes sprang open and he sat up in a panic. She smiled, shaking her head and he immediately calmed.

“Look…” is all she said, gesturing that he should follow her back to the window. She only knew he had followed by his presence behind her, his arms around her. He rest his chin on her shoulder, as if trying to see through her eyes. “Look up there” she whispered, pointing. His eyes captured the birds in their dance.

Amelia’s eyes glistened and she held Owen’s arms against her, smiling slightly, biting her bottom lip. The two birds swam in soft zig zags across the treeline and then soured upwards, up and up until they were up above the house, and out of sight.

Amelia turned within the circle of Owen’s arms and smiled wider, tears dropping fast from her eyes. Owen smiled too, and they didn’t need to say anything. More tears fell and they kissed, sinking down onto the armchair, curled against one another, with arms entangled and embracing. Amelia looked up at Owen, at the sky reflected then in his shining eyes.

He looked down, meeting her gaze, smiling contently. “I love you” he told her, and she nodded, uttering “I love you too…” whispering “so much” as she rest her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. She moved both of her hands to his chest, so that he had access to her whole stomach. He pushed his hand up under her white shirt and moved it in firm, shushing, circles, enticing a sigh from his wife's lips.

`The birds could still be heard, the first sound of life that had poured from the sky. Owen remained awake, eyes cast down at Amelia, draped across his lap. Her features were illuminated by the yellow of the sun. Her breathing deepened as sleep took her and her whole body slackened. Owen brushed the hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear, before pushing her shirt up over her bump. He rest his hand gently against it, running his eyes around her, taking in the sight.

It was an odd feeling; feeling so incredibly lucky and unlucky at the same time, it was like a hand was wrapped around his heart, intermittently clenching and then unclenching its grip. He had to remind himself to not think about all that was wrong and all that could go wrong all at once. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, pressing his lips to Amelia’s forehead, breathing in her smell. He remained in that position, lips against her, hand against large swell of her stomach. One of the babies shifted minutely, a twitch of movement under his hand, and Owen smiled, kissing Amelia again.

“Owen…” Owen looked around, Arizona was sat up on the couch. Her eyes were wide and immensely blue in the light. Owen smiled tearily. “Is… that birds? That sound?” Arizona asked, dragging her index finger across her cheek to move her hair from her face. Owen chuckled breathlessly and nodded, looking back to the sky. The birds were in sight again. Arizona moved to the window and peered up, mouth agape. They both watched. Arizona curled her arms around herself, feeling the chill of the winter creep through the glass. Her mind was up with the birds though. “They’re beautiful…” she said, “I thought we’d never see anything again…” She beamed suddenly, and chuckled, shaking her head. “This… they are a sign I think”

Owen nodded, smiling tightly, uttering “I think so too.”

Arizona looked down at Owen, and at Amelia. Her smile softened, “She’s beautiful…” she said, pressing her lips, letting her eyes drift across the pair. She held herself tighter and wandered across to the mattress that Owen and Amelia shared, scooping up the blanket. She brought it back and draped it across them, gently lowering it onto Amelia so not to wake her. “Thank you” Owen spoke quietly. Arizona just nodded and made her way over the the fire, she leant down beside it and nudged the embers, placing some paper and then some wood on it. The fire fluttered at the edges of the paper and then regained, engulfing the debris. Arizona swiftly dropped another log onto it and then watched, hands in her lap, as the flames wrapped around it. Warmth built against her skin and she relaxed into her seat, smiling slightly.

Owen closed his eyes. Though he could feel anxiety and worry at the very edges of his mind, he focused in on the feeling of utter contentedness and it swelled, one of the babies nudged against his hand.

TBC

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theshepherdandthehunter · 6 years

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A New Seattle Leaf

DRABBLE

A/N: I just wrote this short drabble in like 30 minutes, on my phone, in my notes app, exhausted, and a lil high on anxiety meds (read hella fuzzy in my brain, not actually high, but it kinda feels like I'm drunk??). I did this as a free writing "just write whatever comes into your mind" kinda exercise, to help calm me down (and it worked, so 10/10 recommend doing this). Long story short, however, this could be utter shit, and I might remove it tomorrow morning once I wake up and am able to form coherent thoughts. BUT IT MIGHT ALSO BE GOOD (nurture that self-confidence, you know), or somewhere in between that spectrum? The story itself is set right after Amelia moves to Seattle from LA, and I think this is what would be considered AU. Now, before this note becomes longer than the actual drabble, ENJOY!!

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"Amelia", his voice cuts through the disarray of the ER, leaving no doubt as to who it was directed at. Inaudible to, or at least unnoticed by, anyone else but her. "Amelia, wait". But she pushed through the cluster of people surrounding her, suffocating her. She needed to get out, get to the front door, get through it, breath. Breath.

Rushing passed the front desk, Amelia made her way through the exit and into the warm summer Seattle night. Stumbling a few more steps, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. In. Out. In. Out. Was she supposed to breath in through her mouth and out through her nose, or was it the other way around? She didn't remember in her current state. It didn't matter. Fresh air. Time to think. No interference. That was all that mattered.

With her eyes still closed, she stumbled a few more steps forward, knowing the way to her favorite bench in front of the hospital entrance all too well. She could find it with her eyes closed, easily. Taking more deep breaths (she thought it might actually be breath in through your nose because she was getting all kinds of dizzy now) repeatedly until she reached her destination.

The problem was, as soon as she sat down, she realized it would have been an exponentially better idea to open her eyes for at least a second or two to check no one else was occupying her bench. Instead, she found herself colliding with another body just as she lowered herself unceremoniously onto the presumed hard seat.

"Oh my god", she squealed , her eyes flying open, as she flew back upright to a standing position. Turning around, and coming face to face with her unintentional cushion, the terror in the pit of her stomach exploded. Her mouth slightly hanging open, dumbfounded, she stared into the man's eyes for a few seconds before uttering two words that made her want to disappear into thin air: "Chief Hunt".

The tall, ginger doctor sitting on her bench, albeit in a position that betrayed his suppressed urge to jump up as well, now looked up at her with an amused sparkle in his eyes. "Doctor Shepherd", his voice sounded low, almost hoarse. He too must have pulled off a few shifts in a row. "If you were so adamant on sitting in this exact spot, as opposed to the room on either side of me, all you had to do was ask". His face remained stern, but his voice betrayed a tone of amusement. He was enjoying this.

"I am SO sorry," Amelia gasped, her shock slowly fading and turning into utter embarrassment, leaving her with left-over adrenaline raging through her body. "I wasn't paying attention, obviously. I mean, I definitely didn't mean to sit on you ... ON YOUR LAP, I mean ...", oh boy, she was digging a whole deeper than she could ever climb back out of. "I mean, not that I don't want to touch you ... as in, I'm not scared of it, you're not contaminated or anything. I just ...". She shook her head vigorously to stop herself from rambling more, attempting to calm herself down and utter at least one sentence that would make sense.

"I was just ... I had my eyes closed because I was trying to enjoy the night-time, fresh air. You know, calm down a little. So i wasn't paying attention, and I didn't see you sitting here ... I usually sit here", she added as an afterthought.

Doctor Owen Hunt observed her for a few seconds. Here, standing in front of him, was one of his newest attendings (quite possibly his, soon to be, new head of neuro), arrived only a few days ago. And already he found himself drawn to her. This was not a good idea.

"That's okay", he said, gently. "Why did you have your eyes closed anyway?"

Amelia huffed and plopped down onto the bench right next to Owen. "Just to calm down", how many times had she said calm down in this conversation? She couldn't recall. Maybe 90% had been in her head anyway. "Moving is always so much harder than you first expect. I'm just trying to turn a new leaf, you know?

He didn't know. Or at least, he didn't think he knew, or understood. Nonetheless, he opened his mouth and let his words go their own way. "So ... what happened?"

***

She had been finishing up the last rounds of her shift, getting ready to go home (or rather, to her brother's home) and sleep for as long as it took her to recover from her tripple shifts. She'd had delivered her tablet, along with any accompanying paper files and forms, to the department's front desk, and had said her quick see-you-later's to her colleagues.

And that's when it happened. That's when she'd seen his face. Unexpected, and not altogether a pleasant surprise. No, that was putting it mildly. It was the last face she had expected, as well as wanted, to see right then.

It was James.

James. The man she'd thought she'd loved. James. The man she'd said yes to when he'd asked her to marry him. James. The man she'd broken up with over the phone. Over the phone. Who does that? Her James. The James she hadn't spoken to even once, ever since. He'd tried to call. Many times, in fact. But she'd ignored every single attempt. She knew it was unfair, maybe even cruel. But she couldn't face him. Not even through the phone. It was too hard. She was building a new life for herself, had given herself that chance. And he was not a part of that, couldn't be. She had to do this alone. Start all over, a new leaf, a new beginning. Whatever, something like that.

But now here he was. In person. Real life James was here in Seattle. Her LA James was here in Seattle. And it shook her. This was not how it was supposed to go. This was her new leaf. An all new Seattle leaf. There was no room for LA James here.

But he was here, unquestionably, and he'd spotted her. Making eye contact with him, she stood frozen. It was as if time stood still, and no one else in the ER -no, in the entire hospital- existed.

But this wasn't how it was supposed to go, damn it. So, before his presence could taint her new Seattle leaf (irrational she knew. Psychotic really, she knew), she turned around and ran. Rushing to the exit.

And now here she was. Sitting next to her boss. The chief, and a cute one at that, no less. Telling him her (albeit abbreviated) life story as if she'd known the man for years upon years. And she didn't even stop to consider whether he actually had an interest in hearing any of it. Regardless, or maybe because of that, she just kept going.

"So," Owen started carefully. "You broke off your engagement with him over the phone?"

"Yeah," she blushed at the incredulous look he was giving her. "Definitely not one of my proudest moments".

"And now he's here?"

"Now he's here".

"And you don't want to talk to him?"

"And I don't want to talk to him", she sighed. "I know I have to. I owe him that. It's just that," she fidgeted around in her seat. "So much happened, back in LA. So much that I don't want to remember, or at least not think about for while. At least until I'm settled a little more, and am in a state where I can properly cope with it. But he ... he is part of that past. He is a reminder of everything I want to forget, for now. He's inevitably linked, one way or another, to all of it. And him being here makes it so hard to do that, to cope and compartmentalize". A few seconds of silence passed between them as Owen glimpsed the surface of all the pain within her eyes. "AND," she suddenly added, "how the hell am I going to explain all of that to HIM?"

"You just explained it to me", Owen smiled gently. "And you don't even know me that well."

Amelia, as if suddenly realizing who exactly it was that she was talking to, turned her face to meet Owen's gaze. Her eyes remained slightly horrified. "I can't believe I just told you all of that." She smirked apologetically. "I have no filter." She added. "Or so I've been told, at least."

Owen chuckled. He didn't mind this non-filter, rambling continuously, woman he'd just met. "I wouldn't know where they'd get such nonsense".

She laughed. A beautiful, whole-hearted laugh that reflected the adrenaline discharging in her body. And it warmed his heart, made him feel all fuzzy and confused at the same time. What was this crazy lady doing to him? "Listen," he heard himself say, not realizing where he was going with his words before he said them.

"It is none of my business what happened in LA, and I'm certainly not here to judge you or your decisions". He caught her eyes, and smiled. "But I can see that you're clearly ready to get far away from here, and there's a pizza place a few blocks down. So," what in the world was he doing? "If you feel like postponing the conversation that -even though I said it was not my business- you should probably have with him sometime soon, face-to-face ... do you want to go and grab some pizza?"

Amelia looked up at him, surprised.

"You know, just to help you calm down. I can't imagine sitting down on someone unexpectedly, with your eyes closed, could have been helpful in that?" That sounded like a good excuse for why he wanted to spend some time with her right?

The neurosurgeon chuckled. She knew she had to talk to James at some point, explain to him why she left LA, why she left him. She owed him that. But for now, going for pizza with her boss, who had turned out to be a most admiral listener, sounded like the best thing in the world. And if it meant that she could potentially make a new friend (a handsome, open, and kind friend ... and had she mentioned handsome?) in this new Seattle leaf, than James could wait just a little while longer.

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A/N II: Okay yes, pretty sure this sucks, and/or is OOC, and/or is the worst thing I've ever written. I'm never writing on meds again. BUT, it was very fun to write and that's what matters! This is not proof read, or read through entirely at all really. I'm so ready to fall asleep! My sincerest apologies for any spelling, grammar, or any other mistake I've made! I hope you enjoyed, and as always, let me know what you guys think! Feedback warms my heart, and nurtures my self-confidence (see how I brought that back? Full circle ... OKAY OFF TO BED NOW, it's clearly necessary)

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rollinscarisi · 6 years

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How Does A Moment Last Forever II

So this story got such a good feedback from you guys, I definitively wasn’t expecting it. Thank you so much!! 💜💜💜💜

Here is the part 2 some of you asked for! Hope it was worth the wait!

Part 1 can be found here (x), if you need a reminder.

How Does A Moment Last Forever II

Meredith looked at the ultrasound screen and saw what looked to be a blurry image of a tiny baby.

“Congratulations?”

Amelia’s world stopped. Breathe Amelia, just breath. – she told herself. She felt Owen’s grip on her hand tightening and his voice calling her name. She could hear the confusion, the questions and the surprise.

But all she could do was look at Alex Karev, knowing he would understand the look in her eye.

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“Alright, everybody out!” One by one, the others started leaving the room, Meredith being the last, but not before gently squeezing Amelia’s shoulder, letting the neurosurgeon know she was there for whatever she needed.

Amelia closed her eyes, grateful for Alex’s attitude, taking charge of the situation.

“Amelia?” Owen was still holding onto her hand, with no intention of letting go. “Amelia, wha-“

“Hunt, out!”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Alex sighed. He was never a fan of the trauma surgeon. “Look, this is her business. Not yours. You’re not her husband anymore, you made sure of it, that was your choice. So, get out!”

Owen clenched his fists and took one last look at Amelia, who still had her eyes closed, and reluctantly left the room. He still felt like he had a right, on some level, to be there, after all, she was pregnant with his baby, he hoped so. But as much as he hated it, Karev was right. He wasn’t her husband anymore. And not for the first time, his stomach tightened at the notion.

“Is everyone gone?”

Karev turned back at Amelia, “You can open your eyes now.” She did as he said, and there was no hiding the tears already forming in her eyes. “Want me to leave too? So you get some alone time to think?”

“Can you stay here? Please…”

“Of course.”, Alex said, as he took a seat on the stool previously occupied by Owen.

The two doctors sat there in silent for what felt hours, when in reality only a few seconds passed.

“What am I gonna do, Alex?”, her voice so soft, almost souding like a scared child.And even though Alex knew she definitively wasn’t a child, he also knew she was feeling absolutely terrified.

“I can’t answer that for you.”, he grabbed her hand, “But I am going to be here, for whatever you decide.”

“I can’t abort this baby. I mean, it’s a miracle, right? A baby is a miracle.”

“Then you keep the baby. I know you’re gonna love this baby no matter what.”

“I feel like I already do. Is that weird?”

Alex smiled, “No, it’s not weird.”

“God, everything is such a mess right now. I’m divorced and my ex-husband and father of this baby, who I may or may-not still have feelings for, is in-love with another woman. This is not how I imagined I’d be a mother again.”

“I thought you didn’t want kids…?”

“Owen thinks so too… Because that’s what Tumor Amelia told him.” She laughed somberly, “But I do, I’ve always wanted kids, lots of them.”

“Well, you’re off to a good start then.” Amelia laughed, her real laugh, and Alex felt like his job was done, at least for the time being. “How’s the pain?”

“Better, it’s mostly uncomfortable right now.”

“Do you feel ready to talk to Hunt?”

That was a very good question. Did she? Logically, Amelia knew she had to. He had the right to be there for the child. And she had absolutely no doubt he would be. She knew for certain that this baby was going to have the most wonderful and loving father any child could hope for.

“Give me 10 minutes, and then let him in, please.”

Alex nodded and silently left the room. And to no one’s surprise, there was Hunt standing right outside, noticeably anxious and worried.

“How is she? Is she still in pain?”

“No, mostly uncomfortable.”, as much as he didn’t like the guy, Alex was glad the trauma surgeon seemed to be worried about Amelia, and not only for the baby.

Owen moved forward, ready to enter the room, but Alex blocked his path. “Give her 10 minutes. Let figure herself out, alright?”

The trauma surgeon nodded, grateful for Karev for being there and supporting Amelia, even if it made him feel jealous, obviously wanting to be the one Amelia trusted herself with the most.

Eventually Karev left with Jo, when the resident showed up asking how Amelia was feeling. Bad news always travel fast, and an ambulance exploding was no exception. Owen anxiously waited the 10 minutes Amelia had asked for. Never had 10 minutes felt more like torture.

---“---

Once Alex left the trauma room, Amelia lost herself in her thoughts.

She had found out about the baby not even an hour ago, but, weirdly enough, she already felt a connection to it. But was she ready for a baby? A tiny human being, completely dependent on her. As much as she tried to go about her days as if everything was completely fine, her life was a mess right now. She was recently divorced, something she never thought she’d be, and to try to cope with it, Amelia immediately threw herself into a big surgical project.

Starting a no-feelings-friends-with-benefits relationship with Owen had been a mistake. A very pleasurable mistake, but a mistake nonetheless. The issue was, she really, really missed sex and the man was so damn good at it. But then they had ironically started talking about feelings and she ended up sending him off to Teddy.

Another mistake. She felt like crap once she realized he had actually gotten on a plane and fled to Germany. But she did want him to be happy. And if it meant without her, she’d have to learn how to deal with it.

This new part of the equation, this unexpected miracle baby, definitively complicated things. For everyone.

A knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts. A second latter a head of red hair could be seen, his blue eyes silently asking if he could come in. She silently nodded.

Funny how silent communication was never their problem. If only they were able to use their words and communicate like the two adults they were...

They stared at each other for a few seconds, blue on blue, until Amelia broke the silence.

“So, um,- I’m pregnant. But you know that already.” Straight to the point, there was no use in dancing around the elephant in the room. Amelia tried her hardest to keep the attitude she had going for the past few weeks, but her voice was quivering due to the crippling anxiety she had been feeling ever since she heard her baby’s heartbeat.

“It’s mine, right?”

“Of course it’s yours! What, you think I’ve just been sleeping around?”

“No, no, not at all.”, he quickly tried to fix it, knowing he was close to offending her, “I just- God, Amelia, we’re having a baby!” he smiled big, the kind of smile that form wrinkles near the eyes, probably the biggest smile Amelia had ever seen on him.

“Yep. We are…” she tried her hardest to control the tears that were threatening to fall. But she failed miserably.

As soon as Owen saw her eyes watering, he quickly made his way to her, wrapping her in his arms.

“It’s okay, it’s alright.”, he placed a gently kiss on her hair. “Shh, it’s okay.”

“This is a mess, Owen. What are we gonna do?”

“That doesn’t matter right now.”, he said, running his fingers through her brown locks, “You’re okay.”

Physically yes, but her mind was usually her biggest enemy, and that was way more dangerous.

“You’re safe, Amelia.”

She wanted so hard to believe his words.

But she didn’t feel safe at all.

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