#owelia fanfiction

[amelia-blackshepherd]

The Word: Pause

So I wrote this short story about “Pause” and I know I read the story Pause a little while ago by @omeliathehurricane, and I just want to say this is a different spin on it. Although your story inspired me to write this. 

Pause. It came up in both my marriages… I didn’t know it was possible to hate a word, that is until pause came into my adult life.

With Christina, pause was all thanks to Meredith. It was her idea for the twisted sisters, to have a specialized phone noise that meant: urgent! Which meant for everything else got put on hold or rather pause. Conversations with me, fights with me, sex with me… that one was the worst. Whatever she was doing or we were doing, got put on pause the second that maddening, infuriating, incessant ringtone would chime.

I’d tried to get Christina to ignore it, but when she gave the command: pause, there was no joking around. For some reason she fully expected me to go along with it, to just pause, whatever we were doing! Which admittedly, I did because what real choice did I have in the matter. I hated the command pause.

After she left for Zurich I thought for sure I was done with hearing the word pause, especially when it came to my sex life. But than a hurricane named Amelia Shepherd came into my life. She is the true love of my life and as it turns out she knew about this pause rule too. But this time I’m not complaining,

Pause. I don’t think she ever used it when we were dating, although I kind of wish she had now. Her pause and Christina’s pause were not the same thing, at all. Amelia didn’t say pause due to an emergency text from Meredith. Oh no when Amelia says pause it works out much, much better for me.

Hard conversations, arguments or even just bad moods that is when Amelia Shepherd, my wife uses: “pause”. Pause with her meant a pause from reality; problems, fights, stupid moods, or stubbornness got put on pause. Man do I ever love this pause, this pause typically results in sex. And as an added bonus, afterwards sometimes the stupid little fights or moods have disappeared. It didn’t solve our problems but it made the little bumps in marriage a lot more fun.

[omeliaendgame]

A mess

Hey Omelia-Fans :-) This fanfiction takes place in 11x07, right after Sarah revealed Amelia'a drug addiction at the hospital. I hope you'll like it!

Wait... you're gonna do surgery on my mom?! N-no, no, I'm sorry but no, no...“, Sarah said and turned around towards the nurse. „Excuse me, I need a different doctor, she... she cannot touch my mother, it’s not... just... I need a different doctor right now!", she said outraged. „Okay calm down.", Amelia tried to settle her down. „No, I want another doctor!" Sarah panicked, which drew the attention of the other doctors. „Okay, what’s the problem?", Owen asked. „She cannot touch my mother, she's a drug addict. l can‘t have her operated on my parents!", Sahra yelled. Owen, Callie and Meredith looked up shocked. „Hold on, Dr. Shepherd is...", Owen started but got interrupted by Sarah: „...is a Junkie! I met her in Narcotics Anonymous. She's hooked on oxy, she overdosed with her boyfriend and woke up with him dead in bed with her. I want another doctor, now!", Sarah said. Owen looked at Derek, who stared at his sister. „ Come with me. Just come with me, please.", he told Sarah, but she refused: „No, I'm... No, no!" „Just this way.", Owen led her away while she continued screaming: „You keep her away from them!" „Hunt, don't worry. I've got this.", Derek said. He looked at Amelia for a second and left her then. Amelia could feel all eyes on her. She couldn‘t believe what had just happened. How could Sarah do that?! How could she reveal the darkest time of her past in front of all these doctors?! She had seen the disappointed and accusing look on Derek’s face; not even he would stand up for her. She needed to get away from here! She quickly left the emergency department and went to her office. All She wanted to do was driving home and hiding in her bed. But she still had work to do. So after 20 minutes she exited her office and made her way to a patient. But she hadn’t even made five steps and she could already see everyone staring. Word got around. Now everyone knew. How could she escape from that?! She felt tears welling up in her eyes. She Iooked around and realized that she had nowhere to go. The staring people were everywhere.

„So, is it true?", Owen asked Meredith while Derek was operating on Sarah's mother. „I didn't know either.", she said. „Have you seen her? Talked to her?", Owen asked. „No... I haven’t seen her since...it happened.", Meredith admitted. Owen nodded quickly and began to walk down the hallways. He was the chief, so he was responsible for his colleagues. When he arrived at the Neuro department he saw Stephanie. „Edwards! Where's Shepherd?", he asked her. „I... I don't know. I've paged her a hundred times but she won't answer.", Stephanie answered. „Damn.", Owen muttered and continued searching for the neurosurgeon. Maybe she went home? But she came in with Meredith and Maggie, so she didn't have her car. He looked into the next on-call room. Nothing. But then he had another idea. He remembered where he went when he wanted to walk away from all the people. The best place for that was the ventilation room. Ist was always empty and far away from the crowded hallways. He rushed to the next elevator. When he arrived at the ventilation room, he opened the door carefully and immediately spotted Amelia leaning against the wall. Her eyes were red und swollen and she didn't even turn around to Iook who joined her. Owen knew that she probably didn’t want to talk, so he just sat down next to her. „ So you found me.", she said absently after some minutes. „I used to come down here...“, Owen replied, „It's a good place to hide and think." „She let everyone know!", Amelia whispered. „I know.“, Owen said understandingly, „And as the chief, I want to hear your side of the story.", Owen said. „So that you can fire me?", Amelia laughed bitterly. „I don't want to fire you, Shepherd. I just want to hear the whole story.", Owen explained and Amelia lowered her head. „Okay, but can you not be the chief right now? Can you just be... a friend ? Because I really need a friend right now...", Amelia replied with a broken voice. „Okay.", Owen said and put his hand on her shoulder. „Everyone is looking at me. ", Amelia said. „Let them Iook. They don't know you.", Owen replied as if it was that simple. „Yeah. They don’t know me. You don't know me; nobody knows me. The only thing you know about me now, is that I'm an addict. That doesn't make it better.", Amelia replied. „Well, let me get to know you.", Owen said and Amelia turned her head slowly. „You don't want to know me. People who know me; people who I thought were my friends or my family aren’t here right now.", Amelia said hurt and Owen immediately knew who she was talking about. „Derek?", he asked quietly. Amelia pressed her lips together. „He's my brother. He's my brother and he left me alone. ", Amelia almost whispered. Owen felt so bad for her; it was true; he had not seen anyone standing up for her. He pulled Amelia in a hug as tears began fallig down her face. „He loves you. I know he does.“, Owen tried to comfort her and after a little while Amelia stopped crying. „Thank you... for searching for me.", Amelia said shyly after she had calmed down. Owen smiled. „You were wrong.", he said then. „What?", Amelia asked confused. „You were wrong... when you said that I don't want to know you. Because I do want to.", he explained. Amelia turned her head and Iooked at him. „Well, it's at your own risk.", she smiled slightly. „I'll take the risk.", Owen grinned and helped her getting up. „I'm not kidding. I‘m a mess.", Amelia laughed. Owen Iooked into her blue eyes and said seriously: „I'm not kidding either... We're all a mess."

[hurr1can30m3l1a]

S-E-X

Prompt : With the girls from the Omelia group chat we were talking about the 12x21 scene where Maggie and Meredith caught Owen and Amelia at the couch naked, and given that we also know that Zola took a glimpse of them lying naked together there… the prompt is: Can someone write something related with Zola asking Amelia what they were doing there?

I’ve read @ailingnoor fic and loved it so I thought I would have a go at the prompt as well - enjoy!

After all of the pestering and jokes she had endured all morning at her own expense Amelia had silently decided she had had enough. Yes, her sisters had seen “Major Hunt reporting for duty” but after what felt like 100 jokes, even Hurricane Amelia was beginning to feel a little embarrassed. Miraculously neither she nor her sisters had run into Owen all at the same time, which was the only thing her dignity was holding onto to, al be it by a very thin thread. With her lunch break looming she decided that she would go and visit one of her favourite people in the world, and someone who she was certain would not want to talk about her and Owen and his ‘thing’. Zola. She noticed that Meredith and Maggie were both in surgeries meaning that she would have her little niece all to herself.

As she made her way up to the Day-Care she could have sworn she saw a blur of Owen in the background but as she walked into the elevator that thought was quickly pushed to the back of her mind. Leaning against the back wall of the elevator her mind flooded with memories of her night with Owen, and then her morning with Owen. Her dimple was on full display as she stood there in the elevator smiling like an idiot, passers by were left unnoticed as she drifted off into her memories of her time with Owen. Maybe Meredith was right, maybe they were a thing – how did Owen truly feel a bout their thing? What did Owen want? What did she want? The ding of the elevator brought her back to reality and she set off towards the Day-Care. After chatting with the lady who ran the Day-Care briefly, she spotted Zola. “Aunty Mia!” the little girl exclaimed as she ran into Amelia’s arms and was quickly lifted into the air; “Hey Zozo! Want to come and have lunch with me today? My treat!” she asked nuzzling her nose against her niece’s cheek. 

Once in the cafeteria they quickly picked up their food, a salad for Amelia and a sandwich for Zola, and made their way to a quiet table in the corner. Amelia loved hearing about all of the ideas that flowed freely through her 6-year-old niece’s mind, her wild and uncontrolled imagination never failed to amaze her. They had a relaxing lunch chatting about stories, princess and fairies; it was the perfect break from all the teasing that Amelia had needed. At one point they were joined by April and Arizona who within seconds were completely distracted by Zola that they never thought to ask about Owen. Then they were joined by Richard as well. Zola was recalling all the games and toys she had played with with Maggie the night before, Amelia had not felt so relaxed for a very long time.

“And then this morning me, Mommy, Aunty Maggie, Bailey and Ellis all saw Aunty Mia and Uncle Owen cuddling on the couch, and when they stood up they were both naked….” Zola carried on nonchalantly, “Have you finished your lunch Zozo, let’s get you back up to Day-Care…” Amelia attempted to interrupt and distract her niece and colleagues, “Aunty Mia, Mummy says it’s rude to interrupt people” Zola continued, stunned by the 6-year-old’s response Amelia found herself at a loss for words. Bright-red and wide-eyed Amelia’s eyes were dancing between her colleagues who had the most mischievous grins plastered all over their faces, now she definitely knew that what had happened this morning was going to spread like wild-fire. “My, my Zola, they were cuddling naked?” Arizona commented while winking at Amelia, “Yes they were, but why?” Zola asked a little perplexed, as April opened her mouth hers and Arizona’s pagers both went off, “Saved by the bell” April winked at Amelia as they excused themselves; seconds later Richard excused himself assuming Amelia wanted to be left alone with her niece. “What were you and Uncle Owen doing together?” Zola asked, looking up at her Aunty with her big brown eyes, Amelia swallowed hard knowing that whatever she said next would imprint itself in her niece’s memory forever. “Umm, well, when two people really care about each other they need to show each other how much they care, and that is how they show it” she spoke slowly knowing Zola was hooked onto her every word. “If you care about each other do you love each other” her little niece continued, “Yes it does Zozo” Amelia continued “It’s a way people show each other that they love each other”, “So do you love Uncle Owen?” the little girl pondered aloud. Amelia couldn’t help but smile, she knew she had very strong feelings for Owen but she didn’t really know how to express them and considering she didn’t know how Owen truly felt, she was terrified of confronting those feelings. “Do you want to know a secret Zo?” Amelia whispered “I love Uncle Owen a lot; but her doesn’t know yet so please don’t say anything…” “Ok!” the little girl answered seemingly happy with how Amelia had explained everything to her. “I have one more question!” she perked up “Yeah?!” “Is cuddling naked S-E-X?!”. 

Amelia almost chocked on her water; stunned by the question she had just been posed. Suddenly her saving grace dawned on her, Meredith was just walking into the cafeteria. Spotting her sister and daughter she made her way towards the two. Suddenly Amelia saw her chance to get back at Meredith a little for of the teasing. As Meredith sat down next to Zola, Amelia turned her attention to her niece once more “Yes Zozo, cuddling naked with someone you love is S-E-X” she winked at Meredith and then kissed Zola on the cheek before excusing herself. As she stepped out of the cafeteria all she could hear behind her was Meredith yelling “AMELIA SHEPHERD!”, obviously having been updated on the conversation by Zola. Although she knew Meredith would have it in for her now, Amelia couldn’t help but feel oddly satisfied by her mini revenge upon her sister.

 As she stepped back into the elevator her mid drifted back to Owen, she really did love him, she wanted more with him but she was scared. Striding out towards her office she made a mental note to get over her fears and talk to Owen about what they were; but for now she was content in letting her mind drift back to the great night and morning they had spent together, her time with Owen really was filled with great S-E-X.

[storybrookelifestyle]

Anyone up for reading an old (unposted) omelia fan fiction?

[leowenila]

God Bless The Broken Road- Part Six

I am deeply sorry for how long it has taken me to update this story, but from now on I will be posting a lot more frequently! This time I had severe writers block and was very unhappy with the original I had written, so I started over! Thank you for all your patience, and please enjoy the long awaited Part Six, expected two more parts (and the epilogue) very shortly. :)

Pulling into the hospital parking lot, the red headed trauma surgeon caught sight of two the doctors nearby the main entrance with a wheelchair beside them, ready to be pushed. He quickly jogged over to the passenger’s side of his vehicle where his girlfriend had been sitting. Giving Amelia the silent comfort she needed, Owen placed his hand his girlfriend’s leg but was ignored out of stubbornness while a contraction wrapped around her tight abdomen. She firmly bit down on the leather seat belt and breathed out heavily after the sensation temporarily subsided.

“I’m in labor, not crippled.” The brunette snapped with anger deep in her voice before walking away from the three people that cared about her the most.

“This is what happens when she gets scared.” The trauma surgeon mentioned to the other redhead standing beside him after he noticed a tear left unshed fill in the corner of her blue left eye.

“Don’t you think I know that?! I know more about that girl than she knows about herself! Now if you excuse me, I have to block out the rest of my day to be there for my sister.” Addison forcefully said, attempting to remain the calm in the storm as she ran to the main entrance in hopes that the neurosurgeon didn’t walk too far away.

Hours after being privately admitted to the Labor and Delivery wing of the hospital, the brunette continuously held onto her boyfriend’s hand for comfort in her already tired and worn out state that she exclusively allowed him to see. Owen occasionally fed her complimentary ice chips and retrieved water from the nurses but most of the time he held her shaken hands. Without any warning the couple heard a knock on the wooden door of her hospital room, the red headed trauma surgeon walked and opened the door to reveal the older Shepherd sibling.

“How is Amy holding up?” Derek asked Owen as he tried to peek into his sister’s private room she revoked access for any close relatives.

The chief of surgery released a breath was unaware he was holding and tilted his head to the side to understand as to why a world class neurosurgeon attempted to break HIPPA regulations.

“If you would like to ask how Amelia is doing, you can ask her yourself but I don-“ Owen began to say before the neurosurgeon walked into Amelia’s rather large room with his hands crossed over his chest in a loss of words of what to say to his little sister. The last time Derek saw her on the hospital bed was when the girl Shepherd was only a teenager after she overdosed for the first time and just like that time, he was more disappointed in her actions than her.

“Did you come in here to tell me about how I screwed up again or how I’m making a mistake by allowing surgeons to tear my baby boy into pieces for other children around the world so they won’t have to suffer anymore like he already has been for the past eight months. Thank you, but I don’t need to hear it so just get out.” Amelia told her big brother as she tried not to allow her emotions to get the best of her or to cause another painful contraction to rip through her, hoping he would just go away she turned to look at her shaking hands as she said a silent prayer for him to leave.

“Derek, I know you care about Amelia. But I am telling you as a friend and your boss, please leave.” The trauma surgeon offered to his friend after seeing Amelia grow anxious at the presence of the other neurosurgeon.

“Leave!” Amelia shouted as soon as another contraction caused her to grab her swollen belly that grew tighter by the hours. Sensing that it was his cue to exit the maternity room, Derek angrily walked out towards the elevators to go back to the Neurosurgery wing as he briskly walked past his ex-wife standing at the nurses station.

Halfway through the night after twisting and turning in her sleep from the constant contractions and dull pain in her back, the brunette began to remove herself from her bed as the pain became more intense causing Owen to remove himself from the book he had been reading for him to run over to Amelia and move the IV pole she had almost tripped on and noticed the difference in his girlfriend’s apperance from earlier, before he chose to sit behind her to massage out the tight knots in her back.

“Stop it. Please don’t touch me,” She stated before she attempted to crawl away from him as the pain shot throughout her entire sciatica muscle. Owen refused to listen to her and continuously pressed his palms into the curves of her back.

“If you touch me, I’ll cry. I know I will. It’s stupid and it’s weak. And I have to be strong.” Amelia’s voice quivered as her emotions began to build inside of her until Owen pushed harder and formed a hug around her shaken form, causing her to sob into his strong arms.

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The bright sun shined through the cream colored curtains of the large hotel room where Addison and Jake had been staying for the past seventy three hours, meeting in the room together to have breakfast together the members of the practice discussed how they would spend their day individually and how they would be of support to Amelia.

“Any news on the baby yet?” Violet asked her colleagues, walking into the hotel room as she drank from a generic white coffee mug holding her warm coffee.

The group shook their heads with food still present in their mouths leaving Mason, the only child in the room to act like the adult.

“Has she talked to anyone other than Owen?” The male therapist questioned everyone before taking a large bite out of the blueberry muffin he had been eating.

“Jake and her were talking for a little awh-“ The redheaded woman began to say before all five phones dinged and vibrated loudly at the same time.

“It’s Amelia. She’s dilated to a seven.”

The group quickly sat up from the table they had been sitting and put their jackets on before opening the hotel door and walked into the elevator doors closest to their room. After making it outside they all frantically ran to the rental van Charlotte had rented for the trip and exited the parking lot, to drive to the hospital only five minutes away, to be of support for their dear friend whose life was about to change forever in more ways than one.

[toevenexist]

The Darkening Pt. 17

Howdy, here’s chapter 17! Thank you to everyone who sent me feedback, I so appreciate it, it’s a real incentive to keep posting on here. I hope you enjoy this, please do let me know x

Masterpost

Chaptor 16

 “Everyone is treating me like a time bomb” Amelia said walking slowly into one of the upstairs bedroom. The white sky was dulling its light as the evening rolled in, a pair of tea lights sat in two corners of the room. Nina chuckled, declaring “well you sort of are”, pulling out a tape measure.

“Even the kids are coddling me” Amelia said, shaking her head, lifting her top up and tucking it into her bra, folding her arms across her breasts, allowing Nina access to her stomach. 

The air was chilled, goose pimples pricked up on the surface of Amelia bump and she shivered.

 “Everyone is bored, and you and this baby are the most exciting thing that’s happening” Nina said, taking the tape from around Amelia’s waist, continuing to measure the vertical circumference of her bump. She twisted her lips.

“It’s crappy” Amelia stated, tipping up her chin, shrugging her shoulders, trying to shake some of the tension that was building due to the cold.

“Well, you have less than three months now” Nina said indicating the scales with a tilt of her head. Amelia stepped on and looked up, not wanting to see.

Nina eyes the display and frowned, her brow furrowed briefly as she read the number.

“Right you, lie down please” she said, patting the bed. Amelia sat down, huffing, then lying down. “Arms up by your head please” Nina ordered, sitting down beside Amelia’s legs, analysing the shape of her bump. Amelia put her hands behind her head and gazed up at the ceiling.

 “Did you get a portable ultrasound?”

“I did”

Amelia’s eyes flicked down when Nina laid her hands on her stomach and began palpating. “Are you going to do a scan?” Amelia prompted.

“Um…” Nina answered distractedly, pushing firmly. “I think so, yeah…” she pushed harder, biting her lip.

Amelia frowned, clenching her teeth. “Is something wrong?”

“No, no nothing, sorry, that’s just my face” she said, smiling. There was a knock at the door and Owen peeked in, Nina turned. “Hey could you quickly just run and get Arizona for me?”

Owen’s face morphed quickly to one of concern. “It’s fine, really, I just want to pick her brain” Nina said, smiling again. Amelia wasn’t falling for it.

“Nina what’s going on?”

“Amelia, seriously nothing”

Amelia ground her teeth and closed her eyes, trying to calm herself, feeling her heart beating hard. In the time they waited for Arizona and Owen to return, they didn’t speak, Nina just moved about Amelia, checking her blood pressure, and checking her limbs for swelling. She smiled, “All good here Amelia” she said, sitting back at her side, laying her hands on Amelia’s stomach again. 

She pulled out her stethoscope and began to listen for a heartbeat. Amelia turned her face to the window. It was still snowing. The flakes of falling snow only just decipherable against the whiter sky.

“Hey” Arizona entered, followed by Owen. Owen stood by the door, not wanting to get in the way. His eyes were wide, fixing on the two women beside his wife.

Nina forced a smile wider than was necessary and said, “Hey, come and just have a feel here will you?” Arizona caught on to the smile and saw Amelia’s steely gaze off out of the window. She smiled warmly and nodded, moving to the other side of the bed, climbing on, blocking Amelia’s view. 

Amelia looked back to the ceiling, closing her eyes when she felt Arizona’s hands on her. “This is her weight…” Nina spoke quietly, showing Arizona her notes, “and the fundus height, and see her other measurements” She continued.

“How many weeks?”

“27” Arizona nodded, keeping her poker face, feeling Amelia’s bump again. Amelia moved her hands from behind her head, to over her face. She bit her lip.

“Guys, come on…” Owen said out of frustration, throwing his hands up. Arizona mouthed something to Nina, and Nina nodded.

“I want to do a scan to check, but guys… I don’t know how we missed it, but… I guess it happens…”

“Nina… what are you saying?” Owen interrupted her loudly, stepping closer.

“I think you’re having twins” Nina said. Her sentence gave way to a stunned silence. Amelia uncovered her face, looking to Nina as if she were crazy. “I can… well we can…” she indicated Arizona and her, “feel two craniums, and your weight and measurements are more than is normal for a single.”

“Let’s get a scan?” Arizona said to Nina, dismissing the couples silence, reaching down for the small machine and passing Nina the conductive gel.

“But… we have done scans, how did you miss it, Nina, how did…”

“Amelia, I don’t know, it’s rare, but our machines are not the best there are… it happens”

“Wait stop there” Arizona interrupted, sticking out her hand. Nina froze her hand, where she held the transducer against Amelia’s firm stomach.

Amelia searched out Owen with her eyes. She found him standing with his arms hanging limp, his skin pale and his eyes wide.

“You see that?” Arizona asked, leaning towards Nina, who nodded, slowly moving the transducer.

“Please, tell me what’s going on, I can’t bear this” Amelia spoke tearfully, the words burst from her mouth. Her outburst shocked Owen into action, and he was kneeling beside her head in seconds, taking her hand.

“What we have is monoamniotic-monochorionic twins”

Amelia laxened her neck and scrunched her eyes shut, “Oh.”

“Are you sure? Are you sure, because they’re so rare?” Owen voiced erratically.

“Yes, look” Nina said, showing them the screen. “You’re one is sixty thousand.”

Amelia began to cry, hiding her face in the crook of her arm, chest heaving.

“They’re okay, their cords aren’t tangled, and they’re in good positions, the position of their shared placenta is good and healthy they’re both good and equally sized. They’re both strong Amelia. This just means we’re going to need to monitor you and them very closely. Most importantly we need you and them as calm and rested as possible.”

Amelia shook her head, tears stringing from her eyes, “It’s too risky, they could die, they could get tangled, or one could hog the blood, or… or com...compressi”

“Amelia… Amelia breathe, all we can do is our very best okay? I believe we can do this, I would tell you if I didn’t, and I’d be running across the country figuring out what we need to do. But I DO believe we can do this. Just breathe”

Owen soothed Amelia’s hair back and pressed three firm kisses to her face.

 “It’s okay, we’re alright, we can do this” Owen said, feeling a knot tighten in his chest. Amelia wept, nodding, gasping. “Breathe, come on, let’s sit up” Owen said, heaving her up and sitting behind her, wrapping her in his arms and holding her firmly.

She calmed, closing her eyes, drooping her head. She clutched at Owen’s arms, squeezing them as she steadied her breathing. “I want to put these on Amelia…” Nina said, holding up two compact fetal monitors. Amelia nodded, swallowing, feeling suddenly delirious and nauseous. She sat forward, attached to Owen only by his hands in hers.  

“This is how we’ll be able to detect compression, and if their cords tangle, alright, we’ll catch it” Nina said, correctly positioning them against the babies backs. Amelia breathed in deeply, closing her eyes, squeezing Owen’s hands.

“Amelia… Amelia look at me” Arizona spoke firmly. Amelia opened her eyes to find Arizona directly in front of her. “You’re safe okay, this isn’t bad news, we just need to adapt to the news, okay? Alright? You’re having two babies, identical twins! That’s amazing Amelia” She said, smiling genuinely, nodding.

Amelia nodded, slowly, cautiously smiling too. Arizona laughed softly, smiling wider, “this is good” she said, and Amelia laughed, and felt some relief at Arizona’s reassurances. “Look, look at these strong heartbeats… look” Arizona said, bringing the fetal monitor close. Amelia looked down tentatively, taking in the reading. She calmed further and pulled Owen’s arms around her.  

“Come on, let’s get downstairs to the warmth and get some food, some tea?” Owen said, dropping a kiss into the crook of her neck. Amelia sniffed and nodded, shifting to the edge of the bed. She bit her bottom lip and breathed evenly through her nose as she carefully pulled her vest top over her stomach, trying not to nudge the monitors. Nina and Arizona watched her with concealed concern. Arizona offered her hand to help her rise. Owen offered his hand too and Amelia took both with a sigh.

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“I just want to go to sleep” Amelia told Owen as they made their way down the hall, to the stairs. 

“Okay” Owen said, walking behind her holding the fetal monitor she had attached to her in his hand. He ghosted his other hand at her back, just in case she needed catching. 

His hand shook, as his fears briefly overwhelmed him. He swallowed them back, but was unable to rid himself of the anxiety he felt at the prospect of Amelia carrying their two babies, identical twins. He set his eyes at her lower back, trying to allow the news to sink in.

They reached the bottom of the stairs and were greeted by the group, their smiles faltered, as they took in the couples expressions. Evelyn stood up and approached the pair, “What’s wrong? What happened? Amelia, are you okay?”

Amelia smiled tentatively, though her eyes still gleaned with tears. “We’re having identical twins, they share a placenta” Amelia said, moving further into the room. The room gasped, understanding the increased risk, understanding the need for the fetal monitors. “This… is good, guys” Alex said, “are they both okay?”

Owen nodded, following Amelia with the machine.

“Do you want the couch?” Megan asked, beginning to stand up.

Amelia shook her head, “No,... thank you, I want to lie near the fire” she said, sinking down atop a heap of pillows and blankets that she and Owen had slept on the previous night, alongside the fire.

“Mn cold” she said, lying on her side, sighing, closing her eyes.  The group looked between each other. Owen pulled the blanket up from her feet, and she wrapped her arm around it at her waist, hugging it close.

“What’s happening, what does that mean?” Ray asked softly to Evelyn. Evelyn smiled at Ray and pulled her against her side. “Amelia is having two babies, and they’re identical, so that means they’ll look just like each other…” Ray gasped, grinning.

“Really! That’s like a magic trick”

“But… it does mean that Amelia is going to need to rest much much more and we need to be extra helpful” Evelyn said quietly, squeezing the girl lovingly.

 Ray moved from Evelyn’s embrace and approached Amelia. “Not just now Ray, let her sleep” Owen said, shaking his head. He sat watchfully, elbows to his knees in the armchair. Ray’s smile dropped, and her shoulders sank. She nodded. “No” Amelia turned her head, smiling softly to Ray. “Come here you, I need my Ray of sunshine” Amelia smiled, beckoning her over. 

Ray giggled and sped over, dropping in front of Amelia, lying with her back to the fire. She wrapped her arms around Amelia and nuzzled into the circle of the embrace. The little girl closed her eyes tightly and inhaled Amelia’s fragrance, finding comfort in it in a way she’d found comfort in her mother’s arms. Amelia found herself smiling, she pressed a firm kiss into Ray’s curls and closed her eyes too.

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“You hungry Ginny” Amelia uttered softly, closing the kitchen door behind her and the cat. It was late. Everyone was asleep, everyone but the babies, “babies” Amelia mumbled, shaking her head.

Ginny wound herself around Amelia’s ankles as she put down the fetal monitoring machine, and the gas lantern, on the kitchen counter and pressed her hands against her stomach. 

Ginny meowed, the first sound Amelia had ever heard from her, more of a raspy ‘Ha’ than a meow. Amelia tilted to see the cat around her bump, “sweet baby” Amelia said, smiling tightly.  

Ginny jumped up onto the table as Amelia scraped some cat food into a bowl. Amelia stood and watched her eat for a moment, appreciating the distraction. “Two babies Ginny, how am I gonna do this?” Amelia mused, sighing. “I need pears” she told the cat, turning and opening a cupboard, finding a can of pears and then sitting down.

Wolf wind howled outside, the snow had yet to cease. Something about having everything they needed, and not needing to leave the house, made the prospect of being snowed in sort of pleasing. It made Amelia feel safe.

Amelia hummed with delight as she bit into a pear quarter, lifting her feet onto the chair beside her, crossing her ankles. Ginny began purring as she ate. The room was still warm from the evening, so Amelia let her blanket fall open, setting the can of pears on her round stomach and swept her hair back over her shoulders, it was getting so long, she made a note to ask Evelyn to cut it soon.

The kitchen door creaked open and Amelia’s eyes darted to see who was entering. She relaxed into a soft smile when she saw it was Owen. His eyes brightened as he took her in, warmth and love, and adoration radiating.

“I woke up and you weren’t there” he said, moving to the chair where Amelia rest her feet, lifting them and sitting down, settling them on his lap.

“I couldn’t sleep” Amelia said, eating another pear piece. Owen eyed Ginny, smile lingering.  “The…” Amelia smiled cautiously wider, “babies” she said, meeting Owen’s gaze. They both smiled wider, sharing their astonishment at the idea. “They are fidgeting too much… when I’m lying still” She said, looking down at her stomach, still holding onto the can, so that it wouldn’t be shifted off by the movement of their offspring. Owen nodded slowly, eyeing her stomach too.

“I still can’t believe there are two in there…” Owen uttered quietly, shaking his head. Amelia chuckled softly, nodding, and then shaking her head too. “Me either… I’d just… I’d thought we just had one really active baby”

They sat in silence, swimming in their own thoughts. The snow grew heavier outside and began to pummel the window, hailing now. The window rattled quietly, and the pair both eyed it, smiles still lingering. The snow calmed Owen too.

“Nina and Arizona are getting along well” Amelia said, eyebrows raised, mischief glinting in her eyes. 

Owen seemed taken aback. “Really, is… is Nina gay?”

“Oh definitely, I get vibes.”

“Well… if you get vibes” Owen smirked, sitting back in his chair, thinking about it.

“Our whole time away from here was just to get Arizona a girlfriend” Amelia quipped, tipping her head back to drop a large piece of pear in her mouth. Owen laughed quietly.

“Yeah that and to find you an OB” Owen said, nodding to her.

“Oh and that” Amelia said, putting down her can of pears on the table. “Could you get me some water?” Amelia asked. Her first thought had been to get it herself but then her eyes had fallen on her husband.

“Yeah” he said, getting up. He ran his hand from Ginny’s head to her tail and the cat purred and stretched, walking across the table, turning to Amelia when Owen turned his back.

“Why did you wake up?” Amelia asked him, watching him move around the kitchen, stroking Ginny.

“I was cold, without you next to me and the fire had died a little”

Amelia sat quietly, watching as Ginny went back to her food.

“Here” Owen placed a glass of water next to her on the table. “Your hair is so long” Owen said, threading his fingers through it. Amelia took a sip of her water and hummed, lolling her head back. “And thick too, it’s untamable, I was going to get someone to cut it, maybe Evelyn”

“I can cut it”

“You can’t cut hair” Amelia told him, chuckling.

“How do you know that, I can, I did when I was in the army”

“I don’t want a buzz cut Owen, just a few inches”

“I can do it now” he said and Amelia tipped her head back, trying to see if he was serious. He just grinned, holding her hair. “Are you serious?... well you like my hair, so if you ruin it, you’ll be sad too” Owen nodded and grabbed a pair of scissors. Ginny sat next to Amelia on the table now, cleaning her paw.

“You can’t visibly mess up too much any way, my hair is so thick because of the pregnancy”

“Hey, I’m not going to mess up, have a little faith.”

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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.

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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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My Boys Drabbles - Thomas (Part Three)

Hey guys, thanks for all your support with this story :) Parts 1 and 2 are also HERE on the master post. thank you @jia911for proofreading this!

This chapter is a bit longer than the first ones, so buckle up!

My Boys Drabbles – Thomas (Part Three)

Owen barely had any time to process what Deluca was saying because by the time the resident finished explaining, he was already inside the OR. His wife was lying on top of an improvised gurney and her eyes were open when Owen heard her voice.

“You gotta let me go, I have a patient opened on the table…” Amelia sounded confused and disoriented, but extremely eager to get up despite the staff around her advising otherwise. A nurse was getting a line on her forearm and Maggie was by her side, trying to convince her to stay still.

“What happened?” Owen broke through the small crowd that had formed and went in his wife’s direction. He noticed in her eyes the relief to see him and instantly reached out his hand to grab hers. “Are you okay?”

“I am.” Amelia smiled coyly, trying to make him believe it but it was obvious she wasn’t doing very well.

“Did you hit your head?” Owen asked, carefully searching for any visible wounds.

“I am fine, Owen.” Amelia nearly whispered, struggling to keep eye contact with him. “Can you guys get a portable ultrasound here? I want to check if everything is okay.” She added, taking her hand to her lower abdomen.

“We already did that, Dr. Shepherd.” One of the interns added, looking to the others in search of support.

Amelia felt relieved to hear the information but she didn’t have a lot of time to focus on it because Owen’s voice resonated in the room next to her.

“You just a seizure.” He stated, seriously. “A seizure.” Owen repeated, trying to make her see there was no way this wasn’t something they should be worried about. “Did you check her BP?” He asked one of the interns.

“Yeah, it was one ten over seventy.” The young woman replied eagerly. “We also just drew some blood.”

“How long were you down for?” Owen asked, trying to check any signs that might help him identify what had happened.

“No more than twenty seconds.” The same intern replied. “She quickly regained consciousness.”

Owen frowned, trying to fit the puzzles together. Amelia had eaten not too long before. He knew it because he’d been present in the cafeteria around the same time as she. She also did not look dehydrated, her glucose level was normal according to the nurses who’d checked it and there were no indications she could have an infection.

Amelia had experienced some nausea during the first trimester but nothing too severe that would explain an electrolyte imbalance; she wasn’t on any medication and Owen was well aware of how she avoided taking any kind of drugs. It was very unlikely she’d thrown a clot too because she seemed fine now. And the same applied for a hemorrhage.

“What exactly are you feeling?” He asked, looking from Amelia to Maggie in search of support.

“A headache.” His wife replied with a low voice. “It could be from the fall.” She decided, making another attempt at getting up once the nurse was done getting a venous line in her arm.

“Or it could be something else.” Owen intervened. “Amelia, you’re not going anywhere until we figure out what’s wrong with you.” He added with authority. And when Owen realized his wife was about to talk back, he said in a decisive tone. “I am not asking.”

For the following two hours, Amelia was submitted to a full work up to figure out what had caused the seizure. She could see how restless and worried Owen was. The neurosurgeon felt a bit guilty to be causing so much distress, and she really hated to be in the spotlight in such a vulnerable way like that. But it also made her feel extremely appreciated and looked after to realize how people around her, especially her husband, were doing everything within their power to make sure they figured out what had caused her symptoms.

And the answer didn’t really come as a surprise. Being an experienced neurosurgeon but overall an outstanding doctor, Amelia had done the same math as her husband while she had been recovering.  But it wasn’t until she got to actually see the image on the MRI scan that the full realization of what was happening caught up with her.

Amelia had a brain tumor.

And as if the notion alone wasn’t scary enough, she was also pregnant and just into her second trimester.

Amelia tried to process what was happening, but it felt too surreal. She saw cases like that on a daily basis at work, and yet never in her wildest dreams had she ever imagined to be on the other side.

It was absolutely horrifying to remember the fate of the people she loved. Her father had sustained an injury to the head and died from it; her first son had also passed away due to a neurological condition and even her brother had suffered a major trauma to the head, ultimately resulting in death. It felt like a recurring condition in her family. For a second Amelia felt her heart racing and her hands sweating, indicating she was most likely having an anxiety attack.

But then the image of her baby came to mind and Amelia took a deep breath, feeling braver and stronger than she’d ever felt. She didn’t have time or room in her heart for fear or any instinct of self preservation; the necessity to get through her current condition for Lucas and the baby who was about to come spoke louder than anything else.

And when she noticed the terror on Owen’s face and how scared of losing her he was, Amelia instantly knew that he instilled in her a great deal of strength too.

“Owen��” She nearly whispered watching as he walked back and forth, too restless to stand still. “Owen, look at me.”

Amelia noticed as her husband stopped walking and sustained eye contact with her for a fraction of a second before closing his eyes again. Owen took a deep breath and resumed his pace, too nervous to process what was going on.

“It’s going to be okay.” Amelia said with a gentle tone, taking one step in his direction inside the scan room they were alone in.

After Amelia had gotten the results of her MRI, the technician and Maggie had left, giving the two surgeons some privacy to deal with their discovery. Amelia hadn’t yet come to terms with what they’d just found out either, but Owen still looked like he was in shock.

“I’ll be fine,” she tried again, after realizing he was frozen. “I’ll get surgery and…”

“Amelia, you have a brain tumor.” Owen stopped walking and finally looked into her eyes. She noticed he had unshed tears in his. He looked unsure of many things and absolutely terrified. “You have a brain tumor.” Owen repeated, almost as if trying to convince himself of it.

“It’s not even that big,” Amelia gave him a half-hearted smile. “If you sign on the procedure, I can get it out myself,” she joked, trying to lighten the thick atmosphere they found themselves in.

Owen took a deep breath, unable to deal with the situation.

“You have a two centimeter tumor on your pre motor cortex.” Owen sighed, unable to believe. “How… How could that be?”

“Now we know why I was having those spasms in my hand for the past few weeks.” Amelia sheepishly smiled. “They were actually focal seizures.” She pointed out. “But the good news is that this thing doesn’t look too hard to dissect and we can easily get it out.”

Owen sighed heavily, too heartbroken to think of what to say. His wife had just found out she had a mass on her brain. Even though the location and shape of the image led them to think it was most likely a benign tumor and not cancer, they didn’t know for sure yet. And there she was, trying to comfort him, when all he should be doing was comforting her.

“You listen to me.” Owen strode in her direction and held her face between his hands, looking more determined than ever. “You are not going anywhere. You are not going to die on me.” He said fiercely, staring at her with a mix of love and concern. “I forbid you.”

Amelia wasn’t exactly surprised with the intensity of his reaction, but she had to admit she felt her heart break into pieces when her husband pulled her close and hugged her so tightly that the fierceness of his grip transmitted all the love his words couldn’t say.

She was absolutely scared. In her mind, the most frightening possibility was to find out that the mass growing inside her head was cancer. Not because she could die, but because the choice between getting chemotherapy, a treatment that would surely lead to a miscarriage, or refusing to get treated so her baby could have a chance to live and therefore risking leaving Lucas and the new one without a mother wasn’t one Amelia could make.

She knew she had been through a lot, but choosing between her two children wasn’t something Amelia could do. It was the scariest scenario possible and she didn’t even want to say it out loud, or it would become too real to deal with it.

So for the time being, Amelia concentrated on getting all the comfort she could in her husband’s arms. Because the unknown was more alarming than actually knowing what she was facing. And once her children’s happiness and wellbeing were in the mix, Amelia knew there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do to make sure they were okay.

.

The next few days were terrifying. On the morning following her diagnosis, Amelia got a biopsy but it wasn’t until the result came out that she was finally able to breathe properly. The exam confirmed the tumor was benign and that gave her the relief she needed to function normally again.

Now that she knew it was more likely that she would get fully cured after getting treated, it gave her more strength to pursue that path, because it would mean the best not only for herself, but most importantly for her two babies and Owen. Feeling the most optimistic ever since she’d gotten the news, Amelia gathered her intelligence and practicality and made the call to the one person she’d trust to perform a craniectomy on her brain.

Tom Koracick had been her mentor throughout her residency and other than her brother, he was the neurosurgeon Amelia had admired the most in her career. With his lack of political correctness, his unconventional manners and irreverent wit, Koracick had taught Amelia the basis for everything she knew today.

And while she had told her husband about him a few times, it wasn’t until Owen actually met the guy that he got a feeling of the peculiar personality his wife had insisted to be brought over to Seattle.

“So.” Koracick took a sip of his coffee, talking with unaffected cordiality as if he was talking about the weather. “That’s one fine looking tumor.”

Amelia agreed with a head nod, expectantly holding her breath. For the past fifteen minutes, she had been filling in her former mentor on everything she knew about her case under her husband’s attentive eyes. Koracick had taken his time reading her scans and the results of her other exams, carefully studying everything. And now Amelia anxiously waited for his answer, hoping with all her heart that he’d agree to take on her case.

“So?” She impatiently asked, angry that he was, on purpose, making her wait. “Are you going to do it or not?”

“I am not sure yet.” Koracick tilted his head and looked at her with newfound curiosity in his eyes. “You know, it’s funny, even though you left when you could have become the new me, I never really convinced myself you’d become the type who gets married and has kids before thirty five but here you are and…”

“Tom!” Amelia reprimanded him, hating how self absorbed Koracick was. Not that it came as a surprise, but he was messing with her on purpose by keeping the suspense and Amelia knew him too well not to notice it.

“…it’s no wonder you have a meningioma that tested positive for progesterone receptors.” Her former boss went on, unaffected by her attempt to make him answer what she wanted to hear. “You said you’re pregnant for what, the third time now?”

“Yes.” Amelia rolled her eyes, hating the way he was going around the subject but knowing she either played by his rules or wouldn’t get an answer at all.

“I don’t think you could go for a fourth.” Koracick smiled mischievously, making sure Amelia knew she was being made fun of. “You see, I spent a lifetime telling you that you were wasting your talent by not staying with me at Hopkins but you refused to listen.” Koracick teased her with determination. “And then you went and got yourself a meningioma that basically responds to a pregnancy hormone.” The corner of his lips twitched on a sarcastic smile while he looked almost satisfied to prove his point. “Yeah, that’s right, if you’d stayed and did things like you were supposed to, you would be okay and probably could go through a lifetime without even finding out about this tumor.” He pointed out. “You would get the fame, I would get the glory and all the credits.” He rolled his eyes impatiently. “But no. You just couldn’t even show me some gratitude for all the time and effort I put in you.” Koracick exaggerated, being dramatic on purpose. “And what’s even worse, not only did you deny me of the return of my investment but you also go and get yourself this awful breeding habit… And each time you get one of those soul sucking little parasites inside of you, all they do is drown your blood in progesterone and guess what?” The neurosurgeon went for a dramatic pause. “This tumor loves it.” Koracick pointed to the image on the scan, having fun with how scandalized his pupil’s husband looked at his bluntness. The realization only made him eager to go further. “It feeds on it.” He added with wicked honesty. “Are you really sure it’s worth it?”

“Tom!” Amelia chided, unaffected by how horrible he was. Despite all the sarcasm and playful disapproval for her life choices, she knew he meant well. Owen, on the other hand, looked absolutely horrified.

Amelia could almost see the question on her husband’s eyes when he looked at her: Why the hell had she chosen that guy to perform her surgery? But she knew Koracick was as brilliant and talented as he was unconventional and rude. So in Amelia’s vision, the call was absolutely justified.

“Okay, okay, I will do it.” The irreverent mentor gave up pestering his student and then looked from her husband to the neurosurgeon with sheer determination. Amelia had just let out a breath of relief when she heard him adding, realizing she’d done it too soon. “Under one condition, though.”

Amelia frowned and looked at Owen, noticing he was just as confused as her. She had just opened her mouth to ask the question when she heard Owen’s voice.

“What condition?”

“The new baby?” Koracick pointed to her belly from a distance, scowling briefly before finally sustaining Amelia’s gaze with determination. “I want this one to be named after me.”

“Absolutely not.” Amelia replied with conviction.

“But what if it’s a girl?” Owen asked at the exact same time.

Amelia exchanged looks with her husband, censoring him for the way he’d so easily accepted the absurd demand and then looked back at her former boss, not the least intimidated.

“There is absolutely no chance that I will name my child after you.” She responded with fierce authority. “None.”

The guy let out a heavy sigh of impatience.

“Don’t be a fool.” Koracick crossed his arms in front of his body and looked from Amelia to Owen and then back at her. “Of course you will. You won’t admit it, but the thing is, you left Baltimore but you brought me here with you. And if I had to guess, I’d say you wonder every day if you really should have left. Especially when you see how often we publish and how much we produce.” He smirked. “You can’t let go of your past. It’s very obvious what you did.”

“Wha…What?” Amelia looked at him in confusion. What he had just said made no sense and she knew it. She didn’t regret her decision one bit.

Koracick took a deep breath and sighed heavily with impatience.

“Seriously, Shepherd?” He rolled his eyes. “Look at the guy.” He pointed at Owen and then his eyes found Amelia’s. “From all the men in the world you could have chosen, you go on and find the one who looks exactly like me.” Koracick added with a smug smile. “I don’t even have to say it, do I?”

“No, you don’t.” Owen interrupted Amelia just as she was about to reply. He had stood up and took two steps ahead. The vein pulsating on his neck made it very clear of what exactly he thought about Koracick. “I’d suggest you stop talking right there, actually.” The chief of surgery commanded with authority, looking at Amelia’s former mentor with his most intimidating gaze.

Koracick didn’t show any signs of regret, but he also didn’t go forward with his jokes. In Amelia’s opinion, that was already something extremely significant.

“Alright, fine. I’ll do it.” He said, looking at Owen like the chief of surgery had just ruined the fun for him. “You get prepped and we’ll take care of that first thing in the morning. I have a service to run and a hospital to get back to.”

The guy had just turned around and was about to leave when Amelia stopped him.

“Wait, Tom…” She lowered her tone of voice when she noticed she’d gotten his attention. The surgery hadn’t yet taken place but Amelia appreciated the fact that Koracick had left his work in such short notice and flown across the country at her request. “Thank you for doing this.”

“Save your gratitude for when you’re walking and talking tomorrow night.” Tom replied seriously.

But just as he was exiting, Amelia noticed the concerned look he directed at her and the discreet head nod he threw in Owen’s direction. In the almost imperceptible gesture, Amelia realized her former teacher had just shown a sign of respect for her husband. And in the five years she’d spent in Tom’s presence, there hadn’t been a single time she’d seen him do it.

“So.” Owen waited until the door was closed to finally give his verdict. “The guy is a total ass.”

Amelia chuckled, finally letting out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.

“Yes.” She went in her husband’s direction and wrapped her arms around him. “He absolutely is.” Amelia felt Owen’s strong embrace around her body. “But he is also brilliant and there really isn’t anyone else I’d let operate on me… You understand that, right?”

Owen narrowed his eyes, looking at her with mock pretend.

“What about your secret lover?” He teased, talking about Nelson. “Isn’t he good enough?”

“Only outside the OR.” Amelia replied with the same mocking tone, receiving a gentle pat on the bottom as response.

“You’re going to be okay, right?” Owen took a deep breath, running his fingers through her hair before holding her face between his hands. “You and me, we’ll get through this. Together.”

“I am going to be okay.” Amelia affirmed with conviction, burying her face in his neck to seek his comfort right after.

There were a thousand things running through her head and she spent the next hour talking to Owen about them. Being an opioid addict, Amelia wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea of going under general anesthesia, even though she knew there was no choice regarding the matter. She was also concerned about her post-op pain management, and that was something she knew had to be discussed with Koracick before her surgery.

Since work was at the bottom of her priority list, Amelia spent the remainder of her time at home with Lucas and Owen. She got several calls from Maggie and Meredith who tried to check how she was doing. Evelyn also came over and put herself at their disposal to help with everything while Amelia went through recovery. The neurosurgeon was extremely grateful to have her mother in law to count on, considering she fully trusted Evelyn to care for Lucas while she was unable to.

.

“Are you ready?”

Amelia turned her head up and met the eyes of the man who had taught most of what she knew today. It was still early in the morning, but everything had happened so fast that the neurosurgeon had already lost track of time.

“I am.” Amelia nodded with an encouraging half smile. She had Lucas on her lap since Owen had just gone to the coffee shop after she insisted he eat something. A lot of the hospital staff had come to wish her well but now that it was nearly time to go inside the OR as a patient, Amelia was feeling strangely calm. “Listen, Tom, I want to ask you something…”

Koracick noticed her discomfort with the subject and quickly scanned the room, noticing his assistant who’d flown over from Baltimore to help him on the case was the only person present. He instantly picked up on Amelia’s need of privacy and gave the guy an improvised order to get him out of there.

For the following minutes, Amelia summed up her history with addiction to her mentor. When she’d been his resident, Amelia had already had a drug problem, but she spent her entire residency clean and it had never been an issue. Now, however, it was relevant and she needed the lead surgeon on her case to know, because Tom would be the one giving out the post op orders.

And while Amelia knew she had every reason to be proud of how far she’d come, deep down she still saw Koracick as an authority figure and it was hard not to feel like she was disappointing him too.

During the entire time she spoke, Tom kept a serene expression. When she was finally done, he didn’t make any jokes about it or come up with a sarcastic remark, which was a lot in Amelia’s opinion. But just as she was finally done affirming how important it was for her to avoid opioids in post op, a nurse came in to get an IV in her arm and without anyone else left in the room, Amelia had to hand her baby over to her former teacher.

Even though her arm was being pierced with a needle, Amelia couldn’t help laughing at the scene in front of her. While Tom Koracick frowned, obviously uncomfortable to be holding a baby, Lucas stretched his arms forward and grabbed one of his ears, pulling it with amazing strength for his age.

When Koracick let out a loud sound of displeasure, Lucas giggled and did it again, absolutely certain he was going to get the same funny response.

“Aww, I think he likes you, Dr. Koracick.” The nurse smiled at them, noticing how adorable the Shepherd-Hunt baby was.

“Of course he likes me. He thinks I’m his father.” Tom said with a wicked smile, meeting Amelia’s gaze. “Don’t tell his father I said that,” he added in a hurry, looking over his shoulder to see if Owen had by any chance come back and heard his remark. When the nurse was done with Amelia and left the room, the surgeon added. “Your child has the biggest head I have ever seen.”

“Tom!” Amelia censored him, getting Lucas on her lap after the baby threw himself in her arms with a large smile.

“I am serious, look at the size of that thing, it looks like a pumpkin about to be carved for Halloween.” Koracick added, smoothing the fabric of his scrub top with his hand as if Lucas had done some damage to it. “And he is fat.”

“Tom!” Amelia tried to be mad but couldn’t hold in a chuckle.

“He has no teeth.”

“That’s because he is a baby.”

“And no neck either.”

“He is a baby.” Amelia repeated with disbelief. “You are a neurosurgeon, you know children have proportionally bigger heads than adults. And babies have more fat than adults too. My baby is a perfectly healthy child, thank you very much.”

“I have to admit, they do have this thing about them, don’t they?” Tom slightly bent forward, inspecting Lucas with narrowed eyes. “The oversized eyes, the round features, the smell… Even the giggles.” Koracick added. “It’s like they come designed to make you think they’re adorable.”

“Are you saying you think my child is adorable?” Amelia raised one eyebrow, busting him.

“Of course not.” Tom cleared his throat and quickly changed subjects. “How is Little Thomas doing?” He asked with a smug smile.

“Don’t you start,” Amelia rolled her eyes. “He or she is not going to be…”

“You owe me this.” Koracick interrupted her, looked at his student with determination. “You came to me and I made you and you left. No one else that came after was able to get me hoping for a new you.” He said a little bitterly.

“I thought Richard was your new prodigy,” Amelia said unaffectedly, referring to the guy who was going to assist Tom.

“He is above average, but he is not you and he is definitely not like me.” Koracick said without any trace of modesty. “You know that I don’t have any children,” He pointed out. “Not that I know of, at least.” An arrogant smile danced on the corner of his lips as Tom explained. “So I need an heir. I had you but you are like an ungrateful child.” He said, making Amelia chuckle. “So when Little Thomas is eighteen, you send him or her to me and I will continue my legacy by training the best neurosurgeon this world has ever seen.”

“You are not getting anywhere near my child.” Amelia laughed at Tom’s jokes.

The guy was just about to add some witty remark as Owen walked back in, accompanied by Tom’s assistant Richard.

“How are you feeling?” Owen asked, picking up Lucas to give Amelia a break.

“We’ll see you on the other side.” Tom said with a discreet blink of an eye, giving Amelia a gentle pat on the shoulder before adding. “And just so you know… You made the right choice.”

For anyone who’d listened, Amelia’s former mentor was talking about the decision to undergo surgery, or even to have him as her pick to operate on her. But knowing the guy like she did, Amelia knew that what Tom was referring to was actually her decision to leave after her residency and pursue happiness, exactly like she’d done.

And Amelia couldn’t help smiling widely when she gave Owen and Lucas one last hug, knowing that they had indeed been the best choice she’d ever made.

.

The entire procedure didn’t last more than two hours. After surgery was over, Amelia was taken to a recovery room and when she finally woke up, even though she felt a bit dizzy and slightly nauseated, she noticed her right hand was working perfectly okay, which could only mean no deficits were caused by the surgery.

Over the course of the next hours, as anesthesia wore off, Amelia noticed that even though she wasn’t entirely pain free, the discomfort she felt was actually very tolerable. Hours later, Tom then explained he had given her a blockage with local anesthetic to numb the wound area and added two different kinds of regular pain drugs to her IV injection. For the next few days, Amelia’s headaches came and went, but they weren’t nearly as intolerable as she imagined they would be.

The neurosurgeon knew that pain was a very subjective response and she supposed that since she was surrounded by love and people who really cared about her, she felt supported enough to undergo the process without it being a big, emotional burden. Had the circumstances been different, perhaps Amelia’s emotional baggage might have added to her physical discomfort in a time like that, so she was extremely grateful that wasn’t the case.

Those days were very much behind her and now that the entire nightmare was over, she could finally focus on what mattered the most at the moment: making a full recovery to make sure she was in shape to be a wife to her husband and a mother not to one, but two small babies.

.

About two weeks after her surgery, Amelia was enjoying a quiet night at home with Owen. She came out of the shower and dutifully sat by the couch to have him inspect her surgical wound, which was nearly fully healed.

“Tom went back to Baltimore today.” She casually said, smiling when Lucas used her knees for support and stood up on his own, looking very proud of himself.

“Did he?” Owen grumpily replied after checking her head. “Good.”

“Owen…” Amelia playfully rolled her eyes. Over the last few weeks, it had become obvious how her husband didn’t like her mentor one bit.

“He is an egocentric jerk.” Owen decided with conviction. “I know what he did for you and I am grateful for it, but it doesn’t mean I have to like the guy.”

Amelia knew Owen meant not just the surgery itself, but how Tom had stuck around to help run her department. After Amelia had been diagnosed, Owen had given the position of chief of surgery back to Bailey, who was slowly adapting back with the helpful aid of Richard Webber.

“I see your point, but even though Tom can be an ass sometimes,” Amelia pointed out, “you also never really made an effort to like him.”

“I don’t like how he talks to you or acts like he is somehow entitled to deciding anything about you.” Owen confessed. And sensing this might be the last chance to actually ask what had been on his mind ever since he’d met the guy, the trauma surgeon finally blurted out. “Have you ever slept with him?”

Amelia tried to sustain his gaze and take his question seriously, but she burst out laughing once she figured out what it was all about.

“Why are you laughing?” Owen asked, offended. “This is not funny.”

Amelia looked up to meet his eyes. Her husband was jealous and the way he struggled with it was extremely amusing.

“No, I have never slept with Tom.” Amelia said with honesty. When she noticed Owen’s eyes lingering on hers, she added. “I think if I had ever given him the opening, he might have tried but it’s not like that, we are not like that.” She said with certainty. “I’ve always known I wanted neuro as my specialty and from the moment I was an intern at Hopkins I made that clear, so we spent a lot of time together in the OR. Tom had a lot of plans for me, ambitious plans, and he never really got over the fact that I left when I was done with my residency.” The surgeon added, not adding the fact that she had gone back to New York with the intention tof marrying her high school sweetheart instead of staying to pursue Tom Koracick’s career goals.

“Well, it doesn’t matter now.” Owen said with a shy smile, but Amelia distinguished the relief in his eyes. “All that matters is that all of this is over and we can focus on the good things about to come now.” He added, gently touching Amelia’s lower belly over her shirt. There was a slightly visible bump there already and Owen loved to notice it.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking.” Amelia replied with a smile. “Addison called again today.” She informed him. “She told me she already cleared most of her schedule for September and will be here for the birth.”

Owen felt relieved to hear that. He remembered very well what had happened when Lucas was born. Their baby nearly hadn’t passed and both he and Amelia had nearly died during birth. That had been the scariest moment of his life and Owen didn’t wish to go through something similar ever again, or to see Amelia through so much pain. If it weren’t for Addison Montgomery and her brilliant expertise as an obstetrician, his wife and baby might not be there with him right now.

“I am glad Addison can make it.” Owen said with sincerity. There wasn’t anyone else he’d trust more to be there for Amelia when it was time for their baby to be delivered. After getting back to the kitchen followed by Amelia, who held Lucas, he asked. “Has she scheduled a date for the C-section yet?”

Owen found the lack of response from his chatty wife strange. He turned around from the fridge, where he was just about to get ingredients for dinner, and saw the heavy frown on Amelia’s face.

“What C-section?” She asked defensively.

Owen felt the stinging sensation of an argument about to arise.

“You are not serious, right?” He stared at her with fierce determination. “Amelia, you are not seriously considering a natural delivery again… I am sure you remember better than me what happened last time.” He added, uncomfortable with the memories.

“Yeah, I do.” Amelia shook her head with disbelief. “And it all turned out fine in the end.” She added, as if it proved her point. “What I don’t get is why you’d think I should get another surgery when it’s obviously not the best option in my case. I just went through one. I am not doing it again.”

Owen took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He knew Amelia absolutely dreaded the idea of surgery, but he would never risk losing her again. If this new baby was as big as Lucas, and there was a big chance he or she was, he wouldn’t forgive himself if anything happened under his watch.

“I know you don’t want to go through another procedure and more post op pain, but Amelia, if what happened last time happens again, how will we…?”

“No.” Amelia interrupted him, very decisively. “Owen, don’t. I don’t want to have a fight with you.” She added, feeling emotionally drained. “Please, let’s not argue over this. Not right now.”

“Okay.” Owen agreed. He also didn’t want to fight with her. But the idea of Amelia having a natural delivery again after last time was so scary that he couldn’t shut up about it. “But if you just stopped to think that…”

“No.” Amelia stubbornly said, and this time her voice was void of any sweetness or affection. “I am not going to have a C-section.”

Owen noticed the shinning willfulness in her eyes and the way she slightly tilted her chin up, proudly defying him. He put the subject to rest, knowing that there was no point in reasoning with her at the moment. Owen hated to think it, but he knew they were still going to have long discussions about the subject in the near future.

Amelia noticed the heavy atmosphere that followed. Even though she regretted the way she snapped, she was absolutely sure of her position regarding the subject. But after a rough couple of weeks of dealing with her tumor diagnosis, her complicated surgery and then post op, she didn’t want to be on bad terms with Owen.

Even Lucas seemed to pick up on the unbalance at home, because his easy smile vanished and he started to get cranky, restlessly crying for no reason.

Amelia tried to comfort her son at the same time she gazed at Owen. He was silent and she knew if she didn’t speak, he would keep that sullen, broody mood for the rest of the evening. Taking a deep breath and getting ready to meet him in the middle, she tried a gentle approach.

“Do you know what we could do?” She walked over to him, balancing Lucas on one arm while running her hands up his arm to his shoulder. “I don’t have an ultrasound scheduled for another three weeks, but I can get Ben to see me tomorrow and maybe we can find out if we’re having a boy or a girl?” She suggested, hoping to get Owen excited. “Would you like that?”

Owen put both his hands on the sink and leaned over it, letting out a heavy sigh before finally turning in her direction.

Amelia was taken by surprise when strong arms wrapped her and Lucas inside a tight embrace. It was then that she knew that despite the impeding fight, no matter what happened, they were going to be okay. Owen gave her a shy smile before burying his face in her neck while keeping her fiercely held in his arms, clearly just as willing to compromise.

“I’d love that.”

–

[sircraigyferguson]

Hey ho! Guess who is back!

Little fun story about Omelia and Merder.

[drreporting]

Echo Pt.3

1st June 2019.

She heard voices speaking in hushed tones around her.

“She performed a spinal drain in the field, with just a frickin’ catheter,” one voice said.

“No way,” the other voice commented in awe.

“And she had a concussion and a dislocated shoulder with a damaged forearm.”

“That’s hard core.” They didn’t sound like people she knew.

—

“Amelia?” Owen managed to mumble as a light shone in his eye.

“I’m right here,” he heard her say. Moments later she was in his line of vision, holding his hand, “Don’t try to move, there’s a catheter in your back.”

“What happened?” he asked, squinting as he tried to move, “Where am I?”

Nathan put an arm on his shoulder to keep him in one place. “Plane crash.”

“Am I okay?” he asked as tears came to his eyes, “I don’t want to die. I don’t want-“

“You’re not going to die,” Amelia angrily said as she combed a hand through his hair, praying to God that she could keep that promise.

—

She opened her eyes to find three doctors, in light green scrubs, hovering over her bed.

“Crap, she’s awake,” the first voice from before said, dashing out of her patient room. The others quickly followed him. Interns, she thought as she analysed her surroundings. This was not Grey Sloan, but it was a hospital. One of her hands was thoroughly bandaged, while the other was filled with needles pushing drugs into her.

“She should be waking up very soon, especially since everything went well,” a voice said.

“Thank you so much for taking care of them, Dr. Moreau,” she heard Derek say.

“Amelia?” Meredith called as she, Derek, and a doctor, entered her room, “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” she answered as if it was the most normal thing that she was pulling out her IV, “There’s morphine in this bag.”

The doctor looked at her in confusion. “It’s for the pain…”

“She has a drug addiction,” Derek explained to the surgeon. With her bandaged hand, she was struggling to rip the IV out, so Derek walked over to the IV line and stopped the drip. “You’re going to be begging for this medication very soon once you feel that pain.”

“I think I’ll live,” she answered curtly, “Where am I?”

“We are in a hospital in Maryland,” Meredith responded, “The chief is organising to have you all transferred to Grey Sloan in a couple of hours.”

“Where is everyone?” Amelia continued, “Where is Owen?”

“Alex, Jo, Nathan and Maggie are okay,” Derek told her, “In total it’s just broken ribs, dislocated joints, some internal bleeding. But they’re all mostly okay.”

“Derek, where is Owen?” Amelia repeated herself, knowing he was ignoring that part of the question.

“Cross is temporarily paralysed until they do a surgery to restore blood flow; Edwards had a brain bleed that they evacuated. Oh, Maggie has some really bad PTSD…” he rambled on.

Looking to Meredith now, whom had remained grimly silent for the whole conversation, Amelia asked, “Mer, where is Owen?”

The general surgeon hesitantly looked at her husband, then the surgeon, before looking back at Amelia. “He’s…in the room next to yours.”

“Is he okay?” she asked, a glimmer of hope in her eyes, “Can I see him?” Everyone looked at her, no one wanting to talk. She noticed these sombre expressions on their faces and knew immediately what was wrong. “He’s in a coma or something, isn’t he?” Their looks of pity were all she needed to know that everything she’d done to try to save him was all in vain.

“I should have never done that lumbar puncture,” she berated herself, feeling a dull pressure in her arm, “I should have never given him that stupid IV.” Meredith watched as her vitals became slowly elevated on the monitor.

“Amy, that is not true,” Derek said, “You practically saved Owen’s life with your quick thinking. No one else would’ve imagined doing a lumbar puncture in the field, or creating a hypertonic saline bag out of salt and saline, not even I.” When she didn’t acknowledge his words, he added, “There are news reporters, and chiefs of surgery from hospitals all over the country, who are dying to interview you. You and I both know if you hadn’t done what you did, Owen would be brain dead right now.”

“He’s in a coma, Derek!” she shouted, feeling her heart racing in her chest, “That is almost the same thing!” Her monitor began beeping, displaying concerning vitals as she hyperventilated.

“Okay, you two need to leave,” Dr. Moreau insisted as he called a nurse, “And she needs to go back on that pain medication.”

“No,” Amelia enforced through her panic attack and the pain in her hand, “Tell them, Derek. Please.” There were tears in her eyes now. “Just let me see him.” It killed him to see her like this.

He and Meredith were kindly let out of the room as nurses entered to control the situation. It was a mess of screaming and fighting and restraining between Amelia and the nurses. At one point, Derek had to look away; he couldn’t handle to see her like this. It reminded him of when she’d OD’d. He would never be able to forget the look of pure fear and desperation on her face as a young, 16 year old Amelia begged and cried for him to make them stop what they were doing; to make them stop hurting her. He was seeing that little girl now, as they restrained her and injected a sedative into her IV. It brought tears to his eyes. He hated himself for not being able to do what she needed.

5 months ago.

Owen ran his hand along her side, under the cover. “It’s impossible that everyone’s been this quiet for so long. I can’t believe it.”

“Shh, don’t jinx it,” Amelia whispered to him as she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, looping her leg around his waist, “Who knows when next this’ll happen.”

Owen chuckled in agreement. “So…should we go again?”

There was silence on her end before she sighed loudly and stretched. “I don’t see why not.” He laughed at her feigned indifference as she brought her lips to his.

Just then, they heard Ryan’s muffled voice. “Mom, two people are at the door!”

Amelia groaned in frustration while Owen said, “I’ll get it.” He slipped out of their shared bed.

“No, ignore it,” she told him, pulling on his hand to bring him back.

“Ten minutes and then we’ll finish this, okay?” he promised her. Begrudgingly, she agreed.

About 8 minutes later, Ryan came up to Amelia’s bedroom, knocking first. “Mom?”

“Come in,” she said, throwing on Owen’s shirt.

Ryan opened the door, looking concerned. “Owen’s been staring at the door for a really long time.”

Amelia furrowed her eyebrows. Wasn’t someone supposed to be at the door? “Did he open the door?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, who was at the door, Ry?” she inquired further.

Ryan shifted his weight from side to side. “A girl and a boy in green clothes.”

“A girl and a boy in green clothes?” Amelia repeated.

“Yeah,” Ryan confirmed, “They had a bunch of medals on their shirts and they were wearing weird hats, too.” It was only then that it clicked. The army had visited Owen.

“Owen?” Amelia called as she ventured downstairs. Ryan remained at the top of the stairs, staring through the bars at the interaction. Like Ryan had said, the trauma surgeon was staring at the front door, motionless. “Owen,” she tried again, pressing a hand to his shoulder.

He turned around to face her, his eyes red with tears. “They found her.”

She was at a loss for words. Instead, she pulled him in for a hug, wrapping her arms around his neck as she caressed his hair. “It’s okay,” she told him as he broke down in her arms, “Everything will be fine.”

His legs buckled as he fell on his knees, overtaken by grief and guilt. “I stopped looking for her.” She dutifully followed him to the ground, never letting him go. It was one of many, many breakdowns he’d have in the coming months, breakdowns that’d eventually tear their marriage apart; if only they knew.

3rd June 2019.

She finally opened her eyes to familiar surroundings. Without even asking, she knew she was back in Grey Sloan. There was a cup of jello and a metal spoon on a table next to her, but when she reached for it, something held her hand back.

“Welcome back to Seattle,” she heard Derek say. Looking to her right she saw him lounging on the patient room’s sofa.

“Really?” she asked as she lifted her handcuffed arm.

“You had a psychotic break in Maryland,” Derek justified.

“I didn’t have a psychotic break,” she dismissed, “I was simply in pain and worried about my husband.”

“And what did you expect from acting like that?” he countered, “To be treated as if everything was okay? They had to sedate you, Amelia. A lot.” He laughed to himself. “You just wouldn’t go down.”

She began giggling too. “I remember, I was there.”

“You’ve been asleep for over 24 hours because of it,” he said, settling into a soft chuckle.

Amelia shook her head and smiled. “Whatever. I’m not a psycho.”

“Okay, psycho,” Derek teased, making her roll her eyes, “Owen is awake, by the way, so you didn’t kill him, like I told you.”

“He is?” she confirmed, her heart fluttering at the news.

“Well, he’s usually not awake for long,” he explained, “And he doesn’t talk much, just mostly asks for jello and water. Maybe you can get him to talk a little more.”

“Can I see him?” she inquired.

Derek smiled. “Yes you can see him, but only if you promise not to carve my eye out with that spoon.” Amelia rolled her eyes.

—

“Are you sure you should’ve given her his medical chart?” Meredith asked Derek.

“Definitely,” he answered, “If she’s anything like me, which she is, she’ll need to know exactly what’s been happening, in detail. For her peace of mind.”

Amelia looked through the chart, reading the various notes recorded, from their initial hospital visit, to when they were all moved to Seattle. They’d noted everything she’d done to him in the crash, even. Thinking back on it was hard for her to do; it brought her so much anxiety knowing things could’ve gone so much worse.

“Why are you looking at my medical chart?” she heard Owen say. Looking up, she was met with his crystal blue gaze and confused expression, his head snugly wrapped in gauze.

Amelia smiled, relieved to see his eyes again. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“A patient shouldn’t be looking at my medical chart,” he quipped, eyeing her apparel and the IV bag that was next to her on a stand.

“Very funny, Owen,” she said, “But, how are you feeling? Any pain or pressure?”

“Hey, you’re awake again,” Derek said as he and Meredith entered the room, “How are you feeling this time around?”

“So we have patients running around pretending to be doctors now?” Owen asked, referring to Amelia, “Why is she in my room reading my chart?” Amelia sat there in confusion, wondering why he was being so hostile.

Derek furrowed his eyebrows, pulling out his penlight. “Owen, what year is it?” he asked as he shone the light in both his eyes.

Owen remained silent for a long moment. “Uh, I-I’m…”

“Okay, what is the last thing you remember,” Meredith tried now, hoping to jog his memory.

Owen thought long and hard for a couple minutes before answering. “I think I was having lunch with you and Derek. Uh…you were mad at him because…” He got quiet again as he thought. “He was trying to convince me to drive his sister from LA.” He brought a hand to his temple. “I…I can’t remember exactly what her name was.” Owen looked back to the woman staring at him, with his medical chart in her hands, before looking at Derek again. “I don’t want to be rude, but can you make her leave? I don’t really know who she is and she’s making me uncomfortable.” Derek looked at Meredith and they both looked at Amelia, who was staring mindlessly at the closed chart in front of her. They couldn’t read her expression, but they were almost certain it was either one of shock or grief, or both.

“Owen,” Derek said slowly, “My sister’s name was Amelia…”

Owen raised an eyebrow. “Okay…”

Pointing to Amelia, Derek said, “This is Amelia.”

Owen raised both his eyebrows now. “I’m not sure where you’re going with this.”

“Amelia is your wife, Owen,” Derek finished, unsure of how the information would affect him. Amelia looked up at Owen, hoping to see some sort of glimmer of realisation in his eyes. Instead, his facial expression became even more confused, irritated even.

“Is this a joke?” the trauma surgeon asked, “Because it’s not funny.” Looking at Amelia, he said, “Get her out of my room. Now.” When no one made any movements, he became more vocal. “Did you hear me?” He looked directly at Amelia. “Get out!”

[axlslittlebitch]

Hot Night Out

Owen goes to a bar and meets a hot and beautiful woman, who takes him home. In the morning she kicks him out, without Owen ever finding out her name or phone number. Fortunately for him fate was on his side that day. OMELIA SMUT. (AN: In almost all of my stories Amelia looks like she did in Private Practice, not how she is now on Grey’s).

Amelia walked into the bar desperate to find her best friend Nathan so they could get wasted and laid and at last have some fun. Finally she found him sitting on a bar stool all alone. “Shepherd” he yelled excited as soon as he spotted her in the crowd and soon got up to greet her with a hug.

“Sorry I’m late, I got pulled into a five hour surgery” she apologized feeling sorry for making him wait.

“It’s fine, I know the drill” he said reassuring her as they made their way back to the bar stools.

“Can I have a vodka tonic please” asked Amelia the bartender.

“What do you want?” she asked Nathan.

“Just a sparkling water” he said to the bartender.

“You know you can drink right?” said Amelia shocked that any logical human being could deny the sweet taste of alcohol in their system.

“I know but I can’t carry you home if I’m drunk” responded Nathan.

“Why would you carry me home?”

“To seduce you into having hot sex with me of course” he joked.

“In your dreams lover boy.”

The two friends laughed used to the sexual jokes between them.

“So you see anyone you like? You know in case your plan with me fails” asked Amelia her friend putting her plan of getting him laid into action.

“You’re funny Shepherd. You know I only want you.”

“That has become obvious, but you know it’s always good to have a plan B. How about her?” asked Amelia gesturing towards a tall blond with blue eyes who was dancing with her friends.

“Sure but she is no Amelia Shepherd.”

Amelia playfully shoved him. “Go on, talk to her” and with that she kicked him out of his chair.

“You’re a bad friend, you know.”

“Yeah yeah you’ll thank me latter” muttered Amelia.

Amelia took a big gulp of her vodka tonic, quickly ordering another and proceeding to make her way into the center on the bar.

Finally she located what looked like a stable enough table and climbed on top of it. She started dancing, swaying seductively her hips to the music, with dozens of men making their way towards her table.

A raven haired guy with sparkling blue eyes offered her a vodka bottle that she gladly accepted and begun to empty it. She invited him on the tabletop with her and they both danced, Amelia grinding onto him, the guy’s excitement becoming more and more obvious. However even when she was feeling the guy’s growing erection against her ass, the only thing she could think about was the hot red head standing close to Nathan’s blonde girl from before who seemed to be staring directly into her eyes and into her soul making her feel all kinds of annoying feelings. Deciding she had had enough of the brunette she shoved him off and invited two other guys on the table. She searched the crowd for the handsome ginger and found him getting dangerously close to her table. Taking another swing of her vodka she pushed one of the guys off once again and proceeded to dance with the other, all the while staring into the sky blue irises that belonged to no other than the hot red head. Finally she decided to get off the table and approach her admirer when she slipped and fell right into his arms.

“Are you alright?” he asked concern obvious in his features.

“I’m fine. You can put me down now.”

“Oh right” said Owen slowly lowering her to the ground.

Suddenly Nathan appeared, concerned about his best friend after just having witnessed her fall.

“Shepherd you okay” he asked worried.

“I’m fine you can go back to your hot blonde” she said gesturing for him to leave.

“Want me to take you home? You seem kind of drunk” insisted Nathan.

“Seriously go away Nathan. I’m fine.”

“Fine. You’re a stubborn little bitch, you know” and with that he kissed her check and left disappearing into the crowd.

“You still love me though” she yelled after him.

“You know it babe” he yelled right back.

Owen stood awkwardly on the side, not sure it the beauty in front of him was taken.

“He’s just my friend. He worries too much” she explained noticing the ginger’s discomfort and confusion. “Anyway thank you for saving me.”

Thank god she was single thought Owen, but didn’t have time to think much more as she pulled him in for a kiss leaving him breathless and surprised. Oh she was definitely something. She guided him towards the exit, just making a small stop to tell Nathan that she was leaving, and pulled him towards her pushing him against the wall of the bar.

“You have a car?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“Good. Take me home” she said and all Owen could do was satisfy her demands. He was a man after all and in front of him stood the hottest woman he had ever witnessed, wearing a black shirt with enough cleavage to have any man at her knees, dark blue skinny jeans that showed off her toned legs and the highest black stilettos any human being could wear without losing the ability to walk, making her almost the same height as him. Also she looked at him with her ocean blue eyes that had him running towards her since the first minute he spotted her on that table and that made him want to do unspeakable things to her.

They reached his car and they drove in silence with the only noise heard the young woman’s directions to her house, as she put her hand on his thigh slowly bringing it towards his crotch in a slow motion torture.

What was it with this girl? One look and he was hooked like a man on drugs. He had never felt so attracted to a human being, he didn’t even think it was possible to physically want someone this much.

Thankfully his torture was soon over when they arrived at her house. She opened her door and pushed Owen towards it kissing him with such desire he thought he might die. What was it with this woman pushing him towards any lean surface? Not that he was complaining. She jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist and Owen turned them around pushing her onto the door. “Upstairs” she mattered as Owen carried her. “Left” she ordered again sucking into his neck, which was sure would leave a pleasant surprise for tomorrow. “Right” she said as they walked into her bedroom and Owen slammed her into her soft mattress. She took off his shirt and traveled lower flicking his nipples with her tongue a couple of times, something he had never experienced before but was so damn hot and made him even harder than he already was. Once again she moved lower and slowly removed his jeans along with his underwear, Owen was sure at this point that she was trying to torture him, and took his cock into her mouth. And with that Owen though he could die happy having exploded from pleasure. Just as he was about to come into her mouth, as if she had known, she let go of his cock and took off her shirt and bra, along with her pants leaving her with a pair of panties Owen thought should be illegal.

Regaining some of his original composure Owen kissed her taking her breasts into his hands and playing with her nipples and then moving to her neck and stomach kissing and tasting every inch in between. He took off her panties and just as he was about to taste her she stopped him.

“Wait” she said.

“What’s wrong” asked Owen confused and worried and a tad bit annoyed.

“What’s your name? I wanna know what to scream when I’m coming” she said giving him the look that got them here in the first place.

This woman would be the death of him, he was certain.

“Owen” he answered.

“Proceed Owen” she demanded and Owen continued like nothing had just happened.

But nothing in this world could have prepared him for the sweet sounds and moans that left the beauty’s mouth as soon as he touched her clit with his tongue. Soon she was coming and screaming Owen’s name and cursing every god in the universe and Owen was certain he had never been more aroused. As soon as she came down from her high Owen kissed her and entered her and they soon climaxed together. She kissed him once again getting ready for round two and later on three until both of them were about to pass out.

At around 7:30 in the morning Owen was awoken by someone slapping his chest and yelling for him to wake up. Where was he? He saw last night’s beauty and everything come to him from him catching her at the bar to her screaming his name on top of her lungs.

“You need to leave” she said.

“What? Why?” asked Owen hopping he could spend some time with her and possibly get her number.

“Because I’m late for work” she said and this time he had a chance to really admire her beauty. She looked quite different from yesterday with her work clothes that consisted of a light grey shirt paired with a pair of black skinny jeans with holes at the knees, paired with a black leather jacket and heeled short boots. Who goes to work with ripped jeans he thought. Well she was still beautiful with light makeup that made her blue eyes stand out and her hair put into a skillful bun and still so undeniably hot. (look: GA 12x16)

“Are you getting up soon or did you not hear what I said. I’m already late” she repeated getting annoyed but also sad to be kicking the hot stranger out of her house.

‘Fine fine I’m up” said Owen getting up only to realize that he was as naked as the day he was born.

“My clothes?” he asked after looking around and not finding anything that even remotely looked like them.

“Here” she said handing him his folded clothes in a pile.

“Thank you”.

“Come on chop chop get dressed. I don’t have all day.” Owen did as he was told and followed her down the stairs and out the front door.

“Well it was nice to meet you” she said as she got into her car and drove away leaving poor Owen dumbfounded and wracking his brain thinking of ways to run into her again.

Feeling defeated, but still smiling from last night’s memories of the beauty he drove home, got changed and drove again to Grey Sloan Memorial, the hospital he worked in. As soon as he got changed into his normal attire of scrubs and lab coat, his friend Callie approached him.

“Owen I’d like you to meet Dr. Amelia Shepherd the great neurosurgeon I told you I found about my project” said Callie.

To say Owen was shocked would be an understatement as he stood face to face with the woman of the previous night’s adventures.

“Nice to meet you” he said after somewhat recollecting himself.

“Likewise” she responded with a grin that screamed trouble.

“Amelia, Owen is our chief of surgery and a trauma surgeon” said Callie further introducing the two surgeons and ignoring the building tension.

“Trauma that’s cool. Trauma guys are so hot. Makes you want to tear their clothes off doesn’t it Dr.?” she asked seductively giving Owen her infamous look and waiting for him to answer with his last name.

“Hunt” said Owen unsure of how else to respond to Amelia’s sexual remarks.

“Dr. Hunt” finished Amelia.

“Umm” was all Owen could utter.

“Well I gotta run” said Callie sensing the obvious tension and wanting to get as far as possible before these two fucked each other in the halls of the hospital.

“Dr. Shepherd could I see you in my office please?”

“Certainly chief” answered Amelia with a smirk and followed Owen towards his office.

“So you work here” stated Owen as soon as he closed the door.

“Yeah.”

“You knew that I worked here before this morning” accused Owen.

“I did yeah. Otherwise I don’t just leave poor hot ginger guys confused in my parking lot.”

“You know I should punish you for your inappropriate behavior.”

“Oh really now. I would love to see you do that” and as soon as she said that Owen went in to kiss her.

“You’re short” he said just noticing that his mouth was at the height of her forehead.

“Yeah removing high heels generally does that to a person.”

“Sarcastic much? I dig it.”

“Glad you do. Now let’s see if your cock is as big as I remember” she said finally closing the gap between them and relieving the sexual tension that could be felt from a mile away.

[amelia-blackshepherd]

Number Four - part 2

Here it is part two of my little Omelia family story. You can read part 1 here, if you haven’t yet. Enjoy and there is far more to come.

‘Where are you?’

‘Are you ok?’

‘???’

‘Talk to me’

‘I didn’t mean to upset you’

‘Babe, please’

‘Seriously where are you’

I know I shouldn’t be mad at Owen, it’s not like he can do anything to solve the problem. But at the same time, he is the reason we are in this mess. He is the reason I am pregnant, which is the reason why I have to give up my trial. So, despite that logically I know I shouldn’t be mad at him; here I am, mad at him, ignoring his texts. Than my phone vibrates again with another message saying, ‘I love you.’

Even though I am still pissed at him, at the situation, at having to give up my chance at a Harper Avery; his last message broke through my anger. At least enough that I realized I really should respond to his texts, just so he knew I was okay. So, I texted back, ‘I love you too.’. But I am still mad, and since I don’t have any more surgeries today, I head to my office to work on some paper work.

Not long after I start my paper work, I come across one of my clinical trial patient’s paper work, and I can feel my angry, upset feeling returning. I decide that it is probably best for me to post-pone my paper work, until I am in a better state of mind. So, I grab my coat and keys and head out for the day.

As I walk to my car, I can already feel myself relaxing slightly from the cool November air. I debate where I should go; I could go home, but seeing as my kids are home and I am still in a sour mood I doubt it would be a good idea. Besides Zola is babysitting and I know she could use the money right now, so letting her go after only a couple of hours of work seems wrong.

I end up going to the mall, which is an odd choice for me. But with Christmas fast approaching, I thought it would be a good use of my rare free time, to start Christmas shopping. I lose track of time, although based on how much shopping I’ve got done, I’d be guessing a good amount of time has gone by. The feeling of my phone buzzing causes me to stop my shopping rampage, I look down at it to see who is calling, it’s Owen, of course.

“Hi.” I curtly answer, because for some reason the second I saw it was him calling I was pulled back into my sour mood.

“Amelia! Where are you! I understand you needed time to – Where are you? You aren’t at work as it is nearly 9, and your car wasn’t in the parking lot when I left. The kids are starting to ask me ‘where mommy is?’ and I honestly don’t know.” Owen attempts to calmly ask me, although I can hear the distress in his voice, probably because of my history of running away from problems.

“Shit! Sorry O, I didn’t realize what time it was, I’ll be home in like twenty minutes.” I say as I hurriedly exit the mall, heading towards my car.

“Mommy!” my two youngest, Connor and Eve exclaim as I come through the door. Running over to me wrapping their arms around me in a tight hug.

“Hey! I missed you two today.” I lovingly smile down at them while giving each of there heads a kiss.

“What’s in the bags?” my curious little one’s question, causing me to laugh.

“Oh, well you see, mommy went out and started her Christmas shopping today. But no peeking, or else you’ll be put on the naughty list.” I warningly tell them, “And you don’t want that do you? And what are you two still doing up, it is past your bedtime.”

They both shake their head vigorously at the threat of being on the naughty list, before running off up the stairs.

I set down my armload of bags, before cautiously stepping over towards the couch, where Owen is sitting. He had not said a word to me since I came in, I’m not sure if that was because he was mad at me for yelling at him at work and then pulling a disappearing act, or if he was just letting the children greet me first.

“Hey.” I smile at him, when he smiles back I take that as conformation that he isn’t mad at me so, I head towards the kitchen asking, “Is there any food left? I’m starving.”

“Are you serious, Amelia? I’ve been wondering where you were for nearly 8 hours now. And you are just going to come home and pretend nothing happened!” He is far from calm, but he isn’t yelling either.

“I was shopping, I lost track of time.” I lamely supply with a shrug of my shoulders. It’s true, but I also know I had plenty of opportunities to at least send him a text, or respond to his texts, but I didn’t.

When I look into Owen’s eyes I can tell he is trying to control himself, he knows I’m avoiding talking to him about our real problem. “Amelia…” he draws out my name, “We need to talk about earlier, about our baby, about your trial.”

“Why? Why do we need to do that Owen? It’s not like talking about it is going to change anything! I’m pregnant, which mean I have to give up my chance at a Harper Avery. I’m not going to lie or pretend I’m happy about this, because I’m not. But I will be, at some point, I will be happy about this baby. Can you just give me time?” I emotionally ramble to Owen, some of it I realize sounding way worse than I meant it to.

“I can do that. But, wait, Amelia, are you really not happy about this baby right now?” He asks me with his signature head tilt, I can see the hurt and concern written all over his face.

I rush to correct my words, “No Owen, of course I am happy about baby Hunt number four. It’s just, I thought we were done having kids after Connor, we had everything under control, and now it just… It feels like I have no control over anything, hell I can’t even control my own emotions.”

“Okay, well how about next time, you try and talk to me instead of at me, and maybe I can help.” Owen sweetly says as he takes my hands in his and gently brushes my hair behind my ear.

Owen moves closer to me, his face is so close to mine I can feel his warm breath, he leans down and catches my lips with his. I allow myself to release all the stress in my body in that moment, surrendering myself to his gentle kiss.

Before things can progress, we are interrupted, “Eve! I’m going to kill you!” We hear Ricky’s voice yelling from upstairs, followed by the sound of him beating on a door. A door I presume his sister has locked herself behind.

I pull away from Owen’s embrace, “You take the boy, I’ll take the girl?” I ask throwing him a lazy smile, as we begin our trip upstairs to resolve whatever the current issue is.

“Okay. Last one to solve the problem puts the kids to bed?” Owen challenges.

“You’re on, Hunt.” I say with a confident smile on my face.

[omeliaendgame]

break through

Heyy Omelia-Fans :-) Here is the requested fanfiction about Amelia falling through the ice. I hope you´ll like it!

“Soo...are you ready?”, Nathan asked. Owen, Amelia, Teddy, Megan and him had a day off and had driven to a lake, where they wanted to go ice skating. It was the first time after years where the lake was frozen, so they wanted to take advantage of this opportunity. “I’m ready!”, Teddy answered while she closed her skates and headed to the lake. The others followed her.  “I haven’t skated since I’m 15, that’s gonna be fun.”, Megan announced.  “Wait, take my hand.”, Nathan said before she stepped on the ice. She grabbed it and took a few shaky steps. “Okay, I don’t remember it that slippery.”, she said. “You will get used to it.”, Owen replied amused about her unstable movements. “Shut up!”, she laughed, “I was way more talented than you as a kid. I could do a triple turn.”  “That’s like 30 years ago.”, Owen teased her while she tried to do a turn. “Looks...good...with a little practice.“, Amelia said to Megan, who raised her eyebrow. “Alright, then do it better.”, Megan challenged her. “Fine. In an hour I’m ready to show you.”, Amelia replied. With her ambition, she wouldn’t give in easily. “Don’t be overconfident you two.”, Owen warned them. “And we all can’t go too far, the ice is too thin in the middle.”, Teddy remembered the others.

After half an hour Amelia joined Owen out of breath. “How is it going?”, he asked grinning. “Don’t look at me like that.”, she answered. “Like what?”, Owen asked innocently. “Like you know that I’m not going to make it.”  “That’s not what...”, he started but Amelia interrupted him: “Let it go, Owen. You can’t deny it. I have to continue practicing.”, she said trying to look offended.  “Good luck. I know you can do it!”, Owen called after her, knowing that she was just teasing him. “Stop talking, Owen!” she replied rolling her eyes.

“She is just as over ambitious as Megan.”, Teddy laughed as she stopped next to Owen. “Right?!”, he agreed, but that was one of the million things he loved about Amelia. She would never give up until she tried everything. Megan was similar. Owen remembered that every time Megan and Amelia saw each other they would start some kind of competition, even if just with words. He looked around and found Megan practicing her turns with Nathan. At one point she slipped and landed on her stomach. Owen was worried, she could´ve hurt herself for a moment, but she and Nathan burst out laughing and Nathan helped his sister getting up. It would become a neck-to-neck race between Megan and Amelia he thought shaking his head amused. His eyes went to Teddy who was about to join him and out of the corner of his eye he saw how Amelia headed to the middle of the lake. He immediately turned around. “Amelia what are you doing?!”, he exclaimed alarmed. Teddy, Megan and Nathan looked up. “My phone slid away.”, she answered and picked it up from the ground. “Get back here now!”, Owen shouted, but he saw how the ice underneath her broke. With wide open eyes Amelia looked to the crack in the ice. She could hear the others shouting to her, but she couldn’t understand what they were saying. She saw Owen, who tried to get to her, but Teddy held him back. Amelia wanted to get away from the crack, but she knew that every movement would make it worse. Anyway, she had no choice. Just as she started to crawl back to the lakeshore she heard another crack. She moved her head slowly, but before she could see anything she felt how the ice underneath her body collapsed. Then she was surrounded by the freezing water. She couldn’t breath, she couldn’t move. Cold shock response. She tried to calm down and managed to get to the surface. She gasped for air, feeling that her heart was racing. She reached for the ice to pull herself up, but she slipped off. She continued, but the ice she grabbed broke off. She got more and more exhausted. The weight for her clothes and her skates began to drag her down and the cold made her unable to move. Amelia!“, Owen shouted, as she showed up. She tried to get out of the water, but the ice was too slippery. After a few attempts, she disappeared again. „We have to get her out now!“ Nathan said. „Wait, wait, how should we get her out?!”, Megan asked scared. “We have only minutes!”, Teddy said. She knew that after some minutes in cold water the muscles would lose their function which could be followed by unconsciousness and circulatory failure quickly. “Nathan, lay down, you have to pull her out; she will be heavy with the wet clothes. I’ll grab your feet, Megan mine and Owen hers.”, she instructed the others. Nathan crawled towards the gap in the ice. He it his arms into the ice cold water and reached for Amelia. “I can’t reach her.”, he said and before the others could answer, he dipped his head into the water. Teddy clutched his ankles tightly as he dove even more into the water. Almost his whole upper body was now underwater. Only a few seconds later Nathan pulled his head out again and moved backwards. “I got her.”, he announced. They slowly moved towards the lakeshore, what took longer than expected. When they arrived Teddy checked Amelia’s respiration and pulse as she began to cough up water. Owen breathed a sigh of relief, when he saw that she was conscious. Nevertheless she was supercooled and couldn’t move. “We have to warm her up slowly. Let’s get her to the car.” Megan said. “Amelia? It’s okay, we’re gonna get you warm.”, Owen said as he saw the scared look in Amelia’s eyes, “Let’s go.”

“Okay, we must not move her too much.”, Teddy said. “I’ll take her.”, Owen replied and lifted Amelia up carefully. He put her on the back seat of Nathan’s truck and he and Teddy began to take her wet clothes off. Then they wrapped the blanket around her, that Megan handed to them. “I’ll drive.”, Teddy said. “Okay, but Amelia should stay down.”, Owen replied. If they would sit her up, the cold blood from her extremities would reach the heart way faster, which could be dangerous. But that meant they couldn’t buckle her up. “You have to drive slowly.”, he added. Fortunately the way wasn´t too long and they got home soon, where they laid Amelia on the couch. Owen lighted the fireplace and sat down between Amelia and Nathan. „Owen?“, Amelia asked weakly. „Amelia! Are you okay?“, Owen replied and grabbed her cold hand. She nodded. „You know, I would’ve won with my turns.“, she said, which made Owen laugh. Then his face got serious again. „Never ever do this again!“ „Definitely not!“, Amelia answered, who was still shocked from the accident. Owen took a deep breath. „Crap, that could’ve gone a lot worse... Thank you, Nathan, for pulling her out!“ Nathan smiled sightly. „I wouldn’t give up on my friends.“, he answered.

[hurr1can30m3l1a]

54. And 62. Please! 💜💜💜💜

54. “Sit down.” & 62.  "Don’t force me.““Owen please?!” she tried pleading for what must have been the 100th time now, “please, please, please” she battered her big and bright blue eyes at him,

“Mia I’m sorry, but no.” he answered with a slight chuckle, 

“Why? Give me five good reasons? Go on Owen…”

“I don’t need to give you five good ones I can give you one incredible one; we are never home!”

“You’re impossible! Did you know that?” she was getting more and more frustrated with him by the second, he didn’t mind play-fighting with her but he really hated to upset her and he knew he was walking across very thin ice. 

“Mia look, if we didn’t work such horrible hours then yes I would say yes straight away but unfortunately we don’t have that luxury, because anytime we would take away from work would take away time from patients in need…” he began, attempting to be the voice of reason,

“Don’t you play the ‘sick patient’ card with me Owen!” she scoffed interrupting him, “I should hope you wouldn’t be saying this if it were our child we were talking about” she continued through gritted teeth,

“Amelia come on! You know if it were our child I wouldn’t ever have to think twice about it…” he was really worried he had upset now. Considering this discussion had started while they were getting ready for bed, the fact that Amelia was now turning away from Owen and rolling out of his arms was not a good sign to him. Silence fell upon the room, though it definitely was not a silence filled with calm and happiness. Not wanting to argue anymore with her tonight, Owen snuggled into his pillow and went to sleep. Hoping Amelia had done the same. 

The next day when Owen awoke Amelia was nowhere to be found. She had left a note on the fridge that read ‘Early surgery had to run – A’. That was it, just a note. He didn’t even run into her at the hospital that day, usually they would walk past each other or ride in the same elevator at least once but today, nothing. She was nowhere to be found. Owen grew more and more anxious worrying over the possibility that Amelia was avoiding him, he really hadn’t intended to upset her, he just didn’t think what she was asking for was realistic. He had been hones, though maybe he had forced his opinion on her, unintentionally, though had he done that? All day he wracked his brain trying to work out why Amelia was reacting in such a way. Usually if she was angry she wouldn’t disappear, this new reaction was what was worrying Owen most. What was going on? He was ripped from his worries at lunch when his pager went off in the cafeteria, Amelia 911. Amelia never paged him so something had to be up, maybe she was finally going to confront him; though why was she paging him to the Paeds floor?!

As she swung open the door to conference room C on the Peads floor Owen was taken aback by what he saw first: Amelia, sitting on the floor, in a pool of puppies. Then it hit him. 

“Sit down Owen” Amelia beamed at him as he slowly approached her, making sure not to step on any of the puppies accidentally. She stood up after he sat down and without saying a word she guided his attention towards the projection board on the other side of the room. The board read: ‘Amelia Shepherd-Hunt’s Awesome Presentation on Why Her and Owen Hunt Need to Get a Puppy (If Owen Says No a Divorce Shall Be Encouraged)’. Owen couldn’t help but beam at her, she really was always full of surprises, he would never be able to keep up. After a fifteen-minute presentation Amelia grinned at Owen,

“So… What do you think now?”

“Amelia Shepherd-Hunt, you paged me 911 to the Paeds floor, led me into the room in which we bring the puppies which are supposed to brighten up the kids’ day, give a presentation on why we need to get a puppy and then stand there happy as can be; even though you have probably broken a dozen hospital rules and wasted both yours and my time; how can you look so smug?!” he couldn’t help but laugh at her,

“Owen, I’m serious about this” she began as she approached him and knelt on the ground, facing him “if we get a puppy it will be a trial run for when we get lucky and have our own pup to look forward to, and anyway I could really use a cuddle buddy on nights when you’re stuck at the hospital. It’s either this method or I just get one and force you into looking after it with me”

“Please don’t force me into anything…” he smiled at her, she couldn’t help but smile back at him; he really hated to admit this but his girl definitely knew how to play dirty. He could never say no to her for too long…

“Ok” he began, contemplating very carefully over how to proceed with his following words, “we can look into it, but…BUT… we can’t get a puppy, it’s just too much work. We can however look at adopting a slightly older dog, one who won’t mind being left home aloe for a while and already knows not to pee in my shoes…” he looked at her as he finished his thoughts. He eyes were sparkling with happiness, 

“Oh Owen, I  love you so, so, so, so, so much” she exclaimed wrapping her arms around his neck, before crashing her lips onto his.

That evening all Amelia could do was talk and talk about when they would start looking at shelter homes, she couldn’t wait. He was sure she was more excited about this than she had been on their wedding day, but that thought only made him love her more, as if she was this excited and full of love over a dog; he couldn’t help but wonder how she would react if it were their own ‘pup’…

@toevenexist hope you enjoy this - I always love reading your fics so thank you for always being there to encourage others to write and answer prompts!

[storybrookelifestyle]

Do you have list of omelia ff?

Mine or my favourites? 

Here’s mine (at least) 

[bridgertonandchocolate]

I’ve seen your comments and a missing moments installment from episode 4 will be coming at you. At some  point. Some unexpected things came up and I just haven’t had the time to sit down and write it. There’s also a couple moments from the episode I want to go back and rewatch...so...never fear you’ll get your Omelia missing moment!