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I have seen a lot of people chiming in on the Omelia situation and I know I have been inactive and I am sorry for that.
I’ve just been so busy with real world stuff and lacking motivation to write.
Anyway, I honestly don’t know if I have hope for Omelia, not because they can’t come back from this but more I feel like they shouldn’t. I’ve always rooted for them but I feel like Owen needs time alone and Amelia maybe needs to be with someone who treats her well. Because really Owen hasn’t been since 15x10.
I get they were great with the kids and that they still love each other but I think they need time apart if they really want to get back to a healthy relationship between them. They can’t keep throwing each other’s pasts in each other’s faces. Something needs to change. And for that reason I am completely accepting what looks to be a potential for Amelia and Link to couple up.
I wanted to take a moment to say a few things that have been bothering me since last night, but couldn’t share it all on Twitter. I would deeply appreciate that even if you do not agree- just hear me out and allow me to share my opinion. This post is not to offend anyone, it strictly a rant about my personal opinion! Thank you. Spoilers and strong language is included.
Whether if you can see it or can not see it, this is NOT the Owen Hunt that we all know and can somewhat tolerate. This Owen is constantly angry, and lashes out for no damn reason. At first I thought maybe it was due to the fact that Teddy was late in telling him that she was expecting his child, but as the episodes go on, I see that it’s not just that the news of her pregnancy was not the only factor that has affected his attitude.
The past two episodes, Owen has somehow managed to disrespect her by treating her like complete shit for being a recovering addict. Does he not understand after being one for several years that living with an addiction is a lot more difficult than what meets the eye! Recovering addicts struggle every day maintaining their sobriety in many ways, loosing their sobriety destroys them in ways death never could. Being a recovering drug addict is especially more difficult on Amelia considering the fact that she could easy go to where ever Grey Sloan’s pharmacy is and use a patient’s name instead of her own and slip again.
What happened to the Owen that SAVED Amelia from almost taking Oxy on Derek’s porch because she was overcome with greive over her brother’s death? Where was the Owen that stuck up for her to that patient that publicly outed Amelia in the emergency room? Owen knows that Amelia is an addict?
And yes, Owen and Amelia already said to one another last season about Leo being his and Betty being Amelia’s, but if Owen really does care about Leo- he would take at least one moment to stop discounting Betty for the small recovery she is trying to make and even allowing Owen to take care of her son!
Amelia telling Betty’s mom that she was an addict was not wrong in any way! Amelia sensed that Betty’s mom was clearly very upset and uneasy about her daughter missing, so Amelia gave her some peace of mind in the way by telling a piece of her story and how she most likely regrets what she did to her mom. What was wrong was that, Betty’s mom took advantage of what Amelia said and told her weird husband about it behind Amelia’s back. This quote should remind people that Amelia was simply doing what she felt was best, she’s a fixer.
“I’m a fixer. I fix things. I see something sad and broken and just a little pathetic and I want to fix it!”
Also as far as them fighting, there is fighting and there is talking. Yes, Amelia and Owen are finally discussing things that affect their relationship but they are constantly attacking each other and tearing apart in another’s opinions in the process, that is not talking.
Thank you very much for reading, this post was not meant to upset anyone or cause unnecessary drama, this is strictly my opinion and I hope others can at least understand that. Here’s to hoping that “probably” is coming soon!
HEY! this is a new series I’ve been working on! It’s going to be a collection of one-shots, set around the time of Owen and Amelia moving in together! hope you all enjoy and please tell me what you think!!! (also sorry the spacing is wierd… tumblr mobile!)
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Placing his keys on the rack, Owen Hunt noticed a small note that dangled from the hook. Exchanging the note for his keys, he pulled it off and began to read.
Dear Owen… or should I say Major Hunt
After our youngest nephew left our house yesterday, he forgot two of his nerf guns and many rounds of ammo on the kitchen counter. Seeing them lay on the counter sparked a brilliant idea. I assume you have figured out where this is going. Look down to find your FULLY LOADED nerf gun. Be careful and don’t waste them. The loser has to cook dinner. Welcome home from work. War has officially begun ;)
xoxo, the brilliant and beautiful Amelia
Owen couldn’t help but smile, a smile so enormous that it actually hurt his face. Marrying and living with Amelia was the best decision he had ever made. He got to experience her true goofy, hilarious, immature self every single day. She brought so much joy and happiness into the house. The Amelia Shepherd he worked with and the Amelia Shepherd he came home to every night were two totally different women. Coming home to her would cause Owen to fall in love with her all over again every night.
“Amelia,” Owen called out, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top of his shirt, getting ready to play. He knew his wife didn’t joke around with games like these. Her competitive nature meant that Amelia played to win, so he knew he better get serious. “Amelia, I’m going to give you one last chance to call this off. I don’t think you know what you’re up against.” Owen smirked to himself.
“C’mon out, Amelia.” Owen picked up his gun, laughing. “Okay, this is your last chance. Forfeit now, or be prepared not only to cook dinner but also to live in constant humiliation after I beat you so terribly in this game…”
“Fine,” He muttered at the sound of no reply, “Just remember that I was trained in the Army for war like th-”
At that moment, he heard a rush of air whoosh by him and out of the corner of his eye saw a bright purple foam dart come flying out of nowhere, striking him right in the side of the head. Off in the distance, he heard that familiar giggle he adored and watched as blue eyes peeked around the hallway corner. Amelia stuck out her tongue, nerf gun in hand, waiting to see what Owen’s next move was.
“That’s it!” He exclaiming, sprinting towards her. She squealed as her legs carried her as fast as the could go, one in front of another, into their bedroom. He attempted shooting her in the back, but missed both times he tried. She ran to one side of the bed, grabbing a pillow for protection. He stood on the other, using the bed as a barrier in between them.
“This can only end one way, Major Hunt.” Amelia finally spoke, hiding below the side of bed to shield herself but keeping watch on the space at the end of the bed and above her. He stood up trying to see where the best place to get a good shot was, waiting for the perfect time to fire his foam darts.
“You’re right, Mrs. Shepherd-Hunt. It’s going to end with you cooking me dinner tonight.” Owen responded, deciding to blow his cover and jump onto the bed and off on her side firing away at his wife who screamed at her husband’s actions. She used the pillow to protect herself from being shot, dodging foam bullets left and right. She felt them stop and looked up at Owen, whose creased brow followed by wide eyes gave his misfortune away.
He began sprinting out of the room and back down the hallway, dropping his now useless, empty nerf gun. Owen ran into the living room, but Amelia was hot on his heels, face full of confidence. He had accidentally managed to corner himself on the couch in the living room. Amelia slowly walked over to him smirking, leaning down to his ear.
“Quite the contrary, Major Hunt.” She slowly whispered, “You will be cooking for me.” She held out her gun, delivering one final blow to her husband’s chest. He pulled her into him on the couch as he flipped them over, smothering her playful kisses.
Amelia couldn’t stop laughing. Honestly, the only reason he continued was to hear that beautiful laugh of hers. She has so much trouble, suffering and pain in her life that Owen wanted to spend the rest of his life making her so happy, she would never have to experience that kind of awful pain and suffering ever again.
“Ewwww, Owen,” Amelia finally managed to breathe out, “Stop, you have dinner to make me. I’m a very hungry girl.” She put her hand on his chest, pushing him away as his massive body leaned over hers.
“How about I order take-out instead?” Owen whispered, planting a slow kiss on her forehead and other on her cheek. Amelia bit her lip as she looked up at him. He started back, dark blues meeting light ones. A tint of redness crept onto her face. Owen always knew how to make her love-struck around him.
“Maybe, but don’t think I will forget about you getting out of your consequence. I’ve got a lot of things in mind for another punishment,” Amelia began, regaining some of her confidence before the giddy teenager in her decided to lose all of it again. “And maybe some other things I haven’t even thought of yet…” She smirked, as Owen’s eyes shifted done from hers to her lips. He bit his own and before reaching down, crashing his lips into hers. He started slowly, deepening the kiss as he went on. Just as Amelia began to tug on his belt and unbutton the rest of his shirt, Owen paused and broke away. “Hey, where do you think your going?” Amelia frowned, frustrated that he stopped.
“Like you said, to get you dinner…” Owen smirked, as he got up from straddling her and began to make his way towards the kitchen. Amelia let out a frustrated groan, and she could practically see how big his smirk was getting. She grabbed her nerf gun, and fired a dart one last time, hitting him perfectly in the ass. “Hey!” Owen shouted, turning back around.
Amelia sat on the couch, giving Owen a playful wink in return.
Here is my second story inspired by the episode 15x12. I changed a few facts, actually because I started writing the story before the episode aired and I decided to keep it those that way because well, makes more sense to my story. I hope you don’t mind.
If you want to read their Christmas, here it is :)
Here it is, just in time for Valentine’s Day, Omelia valentine. :)
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“Happy Valentine’s day!” Maggie says cheerfully as she approaches us, interrupting me and Meredith’s conversation about our patient Natasha that has been in the hospital for more than three months and her situation is not getting better. I smile at Maggie’s enthusiasm. Somehow, she always makes me smile with her let’s roast a marshmallow personality.
“Any sexy plans with Jackson?” I smirk at her, leaning at the nurse station.
“Not really,” she says, kind of sad. I hold again my desire to tell her to kick Jackson’s ass and go date someone else from these crap dating apps. She seemed happier before. “Since his Mom’s tumor, he’s suffering. We are all suffering,” She says with her lisp and an ironic face. Catherine recovery mood has been hard on everyone involved, I’ve been told. “I’ll stop by at this apartment, but I doubt he’s going to be any romantic. I get it. I get it, of course. I understand the situation. How about you?”
“Owen made reservations somewhere. He said it’s a surprise. We got Evelyn to babysit the kids for a few hours,” I say thinking of how excited Owen was for this dinner. The only reason I agreed to do Valentine’s day, especially because he really wants to make up to me for his crappy commentary about Betty last night. “I am not hyped on this day. It’s overrated, honestly. All the flowers and hearts everywhere. I am on board with chocolate, though.”
“I also got a nanny for a few hours tonight. I might have a date. Or two,” Meredith smiles, showing off her little smug face.
“Hmmm, do you know…” A guy holding a flower arrangement stops near us. “Amelia Shepherd?”
“It’s me,” I said, perking up. The guy hands me the flowers.
Amelia in Owen’s clothes, takes place near the end of season 11. Written from Owen’s POV. Enjoy!
Ever since we first started dating or getting to know each other or whatever you want to call it, I adored seeing her in my clothes. The best way to wake up in the morning was to her in a shirt of mine while she made us breakfast. I also loved when she would cuddle up to me after a long day at work with my oversized hoodie on. I never asked her why she didn’t just use her own clothes or why she seemed to prefer mine because I liked it. I liked the way my shirts engulfed her small frame, I liked the way she secretly stole my shirts, I liked how when they stopped smelling like me, she would swap it out for a different one. I just loved her in my clothes and out of my clothes.
We have been dating for about 6 months now, we had snuggled into a great rhythm of her spending almost every night together whenever we were both off, even if it was just in my small mess of a trailer.
I woke up to find her side of the bed empty. It was early, my alarm had not even gone off yet. I hear the door shut and look up from my place in bed and can’t help but smile at the view in front of me. I get out of bed and approach her, she doesn’t hear me as she has headphones in and was currently bent over, facing away from me, doing post run stretches. I wrap my arms around her waist, “Hey.” My voice greets her low and rough from sleep.
She spins in my arms, so she is facing me, I am captivated by her beautiful smile that spreads across her features, “Hey, you are up early.” She greets me leaning into me and pulling me in for a quick, good morning kiss.
I let my hands slip under the hoodie she is currently wearing, “I could say the same thing to you.” She recently took up jogging again, well running from what I had seen she was never going slow enough to actually consider what she was doing as jogging.
“Did you just get up?” She asks as she removes herself from my arms and moves towards the fridge probably to start breakfast. I watch her as she walks to my little kitchen, the hoodie that she is wearing is mine, one she stole recently, it had been up higher when she was stretching but as she walked to the kitchen it fell down, so that it was barely covering her ass. I hadn’t realized till right now exactly how short her running shorts were, because with the oversized hoodie on I could no longer see them. Her voice interrupts my thoughts, “Owen?”
I bring my eyes up and see she had caught me starring, “Ah… yeah I did just get up.” I mumble trying not to blush at being caught admiring her in my hoodie.
“What were you looking at?” She asks me, turning her attention away from making food, she hops up on the counter as she holds eye contact with me.
I gulp and try to keep eye contact but out the corner of my eye all I can see is her bar legs, from her spot on the counter her shorts look more like underwear then shorts. I see her smirk, “You know exactly what I was looking at.” I tell her closing the distance between us and pushing her legs apart to allow space for me in between them. I kiss her hard, which only adds fuel to her fire as she wraps her legs around my hips pulling me closer. “Amelia…” I warn because I know we don’t have time for this, but she ignores me and begins to attack my neck gently and roughly all at the same time.
The alarm on my phone goes off meaning it is time to get ready for work, Amelia is quicker to respond then I am, “I am going to shower and get dressed.” With that she hops off the counter. She looks back at me before disappearing into the bathroom, “Don’t you have an early meeting?”
I curse under my breath, because now I need to calm down and get ready for work when all I want to do is finish what Amelia started. After a minute, I realize I have to get ready too which means I need to get in that bathroom too.
I slip in hoping Amelia is already in the shower, so she won’t be able to start anymore games. However, she is currently just stripping off my hoodie as I walk in, she still has her shorts on. She smirks as she sees me enter the room, and tosses my hoodie at me, “Want to join me in shower?”
I groan internally, because there is nothing I would rather do, however, I really don’t have time because I forgot about this stupid meeting, which means I am actually running late. I throw the hoodie on the floor and take a step towards Amelia pulling her in close to me. “Yes.” I answer honestly as I look deep into her beautiful eyes. “But, I can’t, and you know that.”
She agrees sadly, “I know.” No sooner are the words out of her mouth, and then she is running her hands down and stripping off her shorts and tossing them at me again.
I shake my head at her, “Would you stop stripping in front of me. I am trying to be responsible and get ready for work.”
Amelia laughs, “I am not stopping you. It’s not my fault you have sex on your brain.”
I loosely hold her waist and exclaim, “Not your fault! You are the one tormenting me in those ‘shorts’ if you can even call them that.” I add air quotes to the word shorts for emphasis.
“They aren’t that short.” She argues.
I shake my head at her oblivious denial. “Are you crazy? They are more like underwear then shorts.”
She sultrily smiles and leans into me and purrs into my ear, “You didn’t seem to mind a couple minutes ago in the kitchen.”
I let my hands glide from her hips down to cup her ass, “I am not saying that I don’t like them. Just that they are very short and that you shouldn’t wear them when you are out running.”
She pushes herself away from me, “Wait what? I CAN’T wear them when I run? What do you think I am? Your property?”
I try and focus and carefully choice my next words as I know this could end badly for me, “No. no. It’s just that other people… men particularly… might see you when you are out running and think…”
She doesn’t let me finish, I can see the anger in her eyes, and I know I am in for it. “Oh, so now I can’t wear what I want, on my body because ‘a man’ can’t control himself. That’s bullshit, Owen.”
“Amelia… that’s not what I was trying to say.” I try and defend even though it really was.
“Right. Okay. I have to shower and have to get to work. We can talk about this later tonight.” She angerly slides the shower curtain without saying another word. I quietly let out the breath I was holding and get ready myself, knowing she needs time to cool down and that I really need to get to work.
I had not heard from Amelia since I left this morning, it was nearly 5 now. She had not had surgery all day, I knew because I kept checking the OR board. And anytime I was in the ER and she got paged she sent Edwards. I was getting frustrated, I didn’t want to fight with her, I didn’t even mean to start this fight.
When a couple interns with Edwards started talking, they caught my attention, “Did you see what Shepherd was wearing this morning?” I overheard the blonde intern asking his friend.
“Yeah, man. The whole hospital is talking about it.” The taller of the two male interns responded. I tried to think, nobody had said anything to me, and I was the chief of surgery, what on earth were they talking about.
“Can you two stop fawning over Shepherd and focus.” Edward snaps at them, clearly annoyed.
“Does she always dress like that? Cause DAMN! I didn’t know we could wear stuff like that to work.” The taller intern asks Edward.
Edward ignores them and focuses own checking the patient’s pupil response. The blonde intern speaks again, “Well, if you look like her who would stop you. I mean, I can’t even look directly at her without my pants tightening.”
I’ve heard enough, I stomp over to them and bark at them, “If you two would rather discuss the work dress code then actually work, maybe we should go have a chat in my office?” I see them cower down, clearly intimated so I nod and continue, “Good. Now get to work. Oh, and if I ever hear either of you talking that way in my hospital again you are going to need to find a new place of employment. Do I make myself clear?”
They both nod vigorously, they wait till they think I am out of ear shot before grumbling, “Geez, what’s his problem.”
Edward shakes her head again at them, “His problem? You two idiots were just sexualizing his girlfriend in the work place. You’re lucky he didn’t kill you.”
I smile at Edward’s words, as I head off in search of Amelia to solve our fight and to figure out what the hell those two idiots were just talking about.
As I was head towards her office, I think how normally Amelia, changes into scrubs as soon as she gets to the hospital unless she had meetings all day, which I knew she didn’t. I open the door to her office and stop dead in my tracks and stare at her, it wasn’t that I didn’t like her outfit I very much did, however, it definitely did not meet the work dress code.
She quirks an eyebrow at me as she swivels in the chair, “Are you going to say something or just keep starring?” I can’t help it she is wearing a short black tight skirt and one of my favorite dress shirts that I wear regularly.
I close my mouth which I guess must have dropped when I saw her, and spin around to close the door leaving just the two of us alone in the room. “You’re… um…” I start, still at a loss for words and not sure how mad she still is from this morning. “…You look…” I want to tell her she looks hot, albeit slightly slutty for the work place. “That’s my shirt.” I finally say.
She doesn’t say anything, not right away, she stands up which shockingly makes her skirt even shorter, almost as short as those shorts this morning, I think. I bring my eyes away from her exposed legs to her eyes only to see the challenge in them. She wants to fight, this was her plan. “So, what? I can’t wear your shirt?” She teases, knowing that isn’t my point.
“No. I mean you can, but not like that. Not here.” I say in a low voice moving closer to her trying to protect her with my own body from anybody who might see her if they walked by.
“Like what?” She challenges, not breaking eye contact.
I sigh, if she wanted to fight there wasn’t much I could do about it, “Never mind.” I turn around and head for the door, if Amelia needed to dress like this to prove a point to me, fighting her wouldn’t change anything. Plus, I figured the day is almost over, and it wasn’t like anyone actually brought this problem to my attention, so what harm could not having this fight cause.
She doesn’t let me off the hook that easy though, I guess she really wants to have this fight, “No. Like what? What is so wrong with what I am wearing? Please enlighten me.” She moves so she is now blocking the door, leaving me no choice but to answer her.
She is poking my buttons, she knows why I am having a problem with this outfit, but she wants me to say it, so I do. “Fine. For starters I can see your bra. I can see it through the shirt because you purposely wore a black lace bra under my thin white dress shirt, I can see that it is lace because you purposely have the top, what, 4 buttons undone. And then there is the fact that your skirt is not only way too tight for the workplace but also way too short.
The look on her face is far from the face of someone being reprimanded by the boss, she actually looks quite smug and proud of herself. “So, is the shirt or the bra the biggest problem for you, Chief?”
“It’s the whole outfit. It isn’t appropriate for work.” I say, trying to figure where she is going with this. She nods her head and moves away from the door, I feel like she is accepting what I am saying and am relieved that we are done fighting. “Thank you for understanding, it is just as chief I have certain responsibilities…” I trail off as I turn around and see what she is doing. “Amelia! What are you doing?” I ask very alarmed how we got here.
As I turned around, I see her black lace bra slip down her arm, as she takes it off. “I am doing what you asked, Chief.” She punctuates my title in a way that is far from professional and I realize our fight isn’t over.
“Amelia, you can’t just…” I stop again as her hands go up to the buttons on her shirt and begins to undo them.
She doesn’t even look at the buttons she holds her eyes to mine, like she is daring me to tell her to stop. “Isn’t this what you wanted. To tell me what I can and can’t wear? So, if this outfit isn’t appropriate, I will just not wear it.” As she undoes the last button, she lets the shirt fall off her shoulders to the ground. Leaving her top completely naked.
I hate that my body is responding to the sight of her being naked in front of me, but I can’t help it. However, I’m also aware we are at work, currently in her office which has a window in the door meaning anyone who walks by could see her… us. “Amelia, you made your point. Even if I am the chief doesn’t mean I can control what you wear.” I try to let her have the win, even though I don’t believe in what I am saying.
“No chief, you were right.” She says, in her low sexy voice. “My clothing wasn’t work place appropriate. You have ever right to… reprimand me.” She shimmies out of her skirt as she says this, all I can do is watch her. As she finishes her sentence, she is standing in front of me completely naked, completely unashamed and unfazed.
Before I fully understand what is happening her lips are on mine, hot and wet. Her hands pushing my clothing trying to rid me off them. While my hands begin to run across her body. We fall onto the couch with only my boxers separating us. I pull away from our heated kiss, “I thought we were fighting?”
She pulls me back down to her, “Oh, we are.” Is all she says before she attacks my lips again.
An hour later, her phone buzzes from a page. We were currently lying in post sex bliss on her office couch. I groan as she gets up to leave. “Are we done fighting?”
“No.” She replies as she goes in search of her bra.
“No?” I repeat, thrown because I was sure what we had just done on this couch was dirty, filthy, make up sex.
“Yeah, no we aren’t done fighting.” She replies, moving behind her desk to where I assume, she must be putting on her clothes.
“Amelia… then don’t go, lets talk about this.” I say, as I roll over in search of my own clothes.
She tosses my clothes on top of my lying form on the couch. “Owen, I have a consult. I said we could talk about this tonight.”
I sit up and start getting dressed, “Then what the hell was all of that?” I ask referring to her outfit, her attitude, and the sex in her office that we had just had. I look at her as she finishes getting dressed and tidies her hair. She really is beautiful, even when we are fighting. “Wait. Those aren’t the clothes you were wearing when I came in.” I state taking in her far more normal work appropriate clothing.
“You really thought I would go see patients dressed like that?” she asks, nearly offended. “We can talk tonight.” She tells me again as she heads out the door of her office, leaving me sitting on the couch, half dressed and completely confused.
I am outside on the trailer’s porch waiting for Amelia. I know she is coming because she texted me about 5 minutes ago. I am still very confused about what went down at work today. I hear her car pull up, and moments later I hear the click of her heels as she stops in front of me. “So, are you ready to talk?” I ask.
“Are you ready to admit you were wrong?” She fires back, hands on her hips.
“What are we even fighting about?” I ask in exasperation. “Because you said I was right at work, but you are clearly still pissed, so did I miss something or…”
Still standing she responds like it is obvious, “You were right AT WORK. You were not right this morning.”
I shake my head confused, “But… they were the same fight, so how can I be right once and wrong another time.” She stares at me, a cold stare that I really don’t like, “Amelia, please just explain this to me. I don’t want to fight. I don’t even care who is right. But I don’t want to fight with you over some silly disagreement.”
Her laugh is hollow and cold, which concerns me, “Silly disagreement?” She repeats, “Wow, you really don’t get it do you.”
She turns to walk off the deck, but I quickly stand up and move to block her path. “No, I don’t. But I want to. So, please just explain it to me.”
“You can’t tell me what I can and can’t wear!” Her voice echo’s, luckily my trailer is in the middle of nowhere, so its not like anyone will hear our fight.
I tilt my head at her confused, “But at work…”
“AT WORK, you have every right to tell me I am not meeting the workplace dress code. AT WORK, you can tell me that what I am wearing is not appropriate. AT WORK, you are my boss. But, not here. Not when it is just the two of us.”
I nod, beginning to understand. “I didn’t mean to.” I say moving closer to her trying to hold her and show her how sorry I am.
But she steps back, “Yes, you did. You meant what you said.”
“Amelia, I am so sorry…” I try again.
She rakes a hand through her wavy hair as she paces across the deck, “I mean, it isn’t completely your fault.” I give her another confused look as she continues, “You are a man. And you are right about other men who might see me out running, but that doesn’t give you the right to tell me what I can and can’t wear. I shouldn’t have to change what I wear, just so a man doesn’t think or treat me a certain way.” I nod my head, my eyes searching to meet hers, I understand what she is saying now. “Owen, I know you didn’t mean it that way, but you can’t tell me what to wear or how to act. Not if this is going to work. I need you to trust me, okay?”
“I do. I do trust you. And I am sorry. I was out of line. Are we okay?” I ask.
She smiles and pulls me into a hug, “Yeah we are okay. Besides if you really want to protect me from all the pervez out there, you could just come jogging with me.”
I laugh, glad we can joke about it. Amelia makes everything so easy. “I could, if I could keep up with you.” I tease back.
“Hey, look on the bright side, if your military-trained-fine-ass can’t keep up with me, what are the chances those perves can.” I let her lean into me and pull me into a quick kiss. As she deepens it, I take the opportunity to sweep her off her feet and pick her up in my arms. She squeals in shock of my sudden action, “Owen, what are you doing?”
I smirk as I begin to carry her into my trailer and say, “This fine assed, military trained doctor is going to show you that I can more then keep up with you.” Before she can quip back at me, I kiss her hard and demanding as I set her down on my bed, allowing my own weight to fall on top of her.
This is one of my stories based off the 15x12 synopsis “Betty drops a bomb on Owen and Amelia.” Entirely written from Betty’s POV.
I knew I shouldn’t. I knew Amelia and Owen would be disappointed in me. And like I really don’t want to get high, but I really, really do. I had been doing so well since I got out of rehab, I really thought I had kicked it this time. But yet, here I was in front of his door.
My hand was shaking as I brought it up against the wooden door, there was more paint peeled off it now then the last time I was here, I knock twice and wait. It isn’t long before I hear the familiar sound of the door chain sliding and the door opening.
I bring my eyes up to look at his face, he looks the same, tall and slim, yet strong at the same time, his jet-black hair that curls slightly and falls into his eyes, his deep dark blue eyes. I hate the smirk that he has on his face, like he knew I would be back. I can hear the cockiness in his voice as he greets me after running his eyes up and down my body. “Long time no see. Come in.” I drop my head as I follow him inside the apartment. “Same thing as last time?” He asks heading over to where I know he keeps the drugs.
This ignites something in me, allowing me to find my voice, “Do you even remember what that is?” I spit back, as it has been about a year and a half since I was in this apartment.
His look back at me, smirk still plastered across his face. He sets the baggie of drugs down and moves back across the room towards me. He is so close I can smell whatever product he has in his hair. I want to step away from him, he is too close to me. But I don’t want him to think I am weak or afraid. I gulp as he gently brushes my hair back behind my ear and leans in and whispers, “I remember everything about the last time you were here, brown eyes.” He moves away back towards the drugs again. “So, do you have money this time or are you paying me the same way as last time.”
His voice sounds so impartial, but I can see how dark his eyes are as the run over me again. My phone buzzes in my pocket giving me an excuse to break eye contact with him. It’s a text from Owen saying he will be a little later getting home, he still had to pick up Leo from the nursery. Him and Amelia are so good to Leo. I look back up, seeing that he is still staring at me waiting for me to respond, and I realize, they are so good to me too. I can’t do this, I can’t do this to them. “I… no. I shouldn’t have come here.” I say quickly turning to the door to retreat.
Just as I pull the door open his strong-arm slams it shut. “Woah. Slow down there, baby. Where are you going in such a hurry, I haven’t seen you in like a year.” He moves in closer basically pinning me against the door. “Just stay a while, we can have some fun.” He states in an overly aggressive flirtatious way. I try and push him away from me, but he is stronger then me. Shit. Amelia and Owen have no idea where I am. Why did I do this to myself. He is leaning into me now, “Come on, you know we have fun.”
“I don’t want drugs!” My voice says, louder then I expected.
This causes him to move off me a little, “Ok? There are other ways we can have fun.” I shake my head no, he takes another small step back, allowing me to have some personal space again. “Then why are you here?”
“I don’t know.” I say, my mind whirling, maybe I should just buy the drugs and get out of here. My phone buzzes again this time it’s Owen saying he is just leaving work with Leo, with the text he attached a picture of Leo all bundled up in his snow suit. I smile at how adorable Leo is.
Who’s that?” His voice startles me back to where I am. “You go off and find a nice family?” I can hear the venom in his voice, like he doesn’t think I deserve to be anywhere but in this apartment with him and being so high on drugs that I don’t care about the rest of the world.
I take a deep breath before I finally say it, “That’s Leo. My son.” I look into his dark blue eyes, I can see him internally trying to do the math. “Your son.” I add, in a much quieter voice.
This throws him, “My… What? No, your lying.” He shakes his head and steps away from me. “I haven’t seen you in…”
I cut him off, “One year eight months. Nine months later I had Leo. He is yours.”
“So, what do you want from me? Money for this child you claim is mine.” He runs a hand through his dark messy hair. “Or what? You want to start some sort of family with me now?”
I shake my head, “No, I don’t want anything from you. Coming here was a mistake.” I open the door and leave, this time he doesn’t stop me.
I take the long way home, trying to process everything that just happened. I feel like it was a mistake to tell him about Leo, but I can’t change that now. It’s dark by the time I get home, I missed multiple calls from both Owen and Amelia.
As I open the door, both their eyes are instantly on me. I can tell Amelia was pacing, probably worried about me. Before either of them can start, I do, “I know, I should have called and told you I wasn’t home. I’m sorry.”
“Where were you?” Amelia asks, she is trying to get a look at my eyes to see if I was using.
I keep my gaze on my shoes as I answer, “Drake’s.”
Owen and Amelia share a confused glance, neither knowing who Drake is.
“Who’s Drake?” Owen asks.
God, this is hard to say, I move my eyes off my shoes to where Leo was playing with his current favorite toy in living room. I take a deep breath before I look at them, “He is… He’s Leo’s father.” I don’t expand, I don’t want to talk about this.
Owen nods his head at this, probably wondering why I went to see him and why he has never met him before. Amelia on the other hand connects the dots, dots I really wish she didn’t connect. “Leo’s father? As in the drug dealer?”
I open my mouth, but no words come out, I forgot I told her that Leo’s father was a drug dealer. I wasn’t exactly sober when I told her that and she never brought it up again.
“Wait. What?” Owen’s eyes dart between Amelia and I. He clearly hadn’t heard that piece of information before. “Leo’s father is a drug dealer?” He isn’t directly asking either me or Amelia, he is just repeating this new information.
I can feel Amelia’s eyes starring me down, waiting for me to answer her silent question. After a minute I find my voice again, I look back at Leo and can feel the tears collecting in my eyes. “No. I didn’t do drugs.” I swallow the lump in my throat and pause trying to contain these tears, “I swear, I didn’t.”
Amelia nods, relieved she pushes a hand through her hair, “Okay. So, why did you go there?”
“I…” I stop because if I tell her the truth, I know she is going to be so disappointed in me, but I don’t want to lie to her either. “I, went there… I went there cause I wanted to get high. I mean, I do but I don’t at the same time. But I didn’t. He offered me some, but I didn’t take any.”
Amelia nods her head and moves closer pulling me into a hug. “Thank you. I know how hard that must have been. But I am so proud of you.” When she pulls back from me, I can feel the tears threatening to pour down my face again. “Was that the first time you saw him since…” She lets the question hang, knowing she is prying into a part of my life I have never really shared with her, well with anyone.
I nod my head, “Yeah, I haven’t been there since I found out I was pregnant with Leo.”
“So, this guy, ah Drake, doesn’t know about Leo?” Owen asks joining back in the conversation.
I shake my head, “He didn’t… until today.”
Our conversation is brought to a sudden halt as there is a knock on the door, I wipe my eyes to get rid of any tears and go to answer it. I swing open the door and there he is cocky smile and all, “Hey, brown eyes. So where is this kid of ours?” He gently pushes his way past me into the house, he is completely unfazed by Amelia and Owen and ignores them as he walks over to Leo. He picks up Leo and I can’t believe the next words that come out of his mouth, “Hey, little dude, daddy’s home.” I can feel the blood draining from me, this can’t be happening. I can’t even imagine how Owen and Amelia are feeling right now, and it is all my fault.
I saw some sentence starters that inspired me so here you go. Set post 11x17, early on in their relationship.
It had been eight days since Amelia and I spent our first night together. I felt like I was on cloud nine, even with how busy being the chief was, I didn’t mind because I had her. Well, technically I didn’t have her, it wasn’t like we had put a label on it, but it felt right.
It was hour four of this all-day meeting and I couldn’t bring myself to focus. My mind kept wandering back to Amelia, I wondered where she was and what she was doing right now. I decided to send her a quick text to make plans for tonight, ‘Hey, want to go to dinner with me tonight?’ I hit send and then try to focus on what the elderly gentlemen at the head of the board room table is saying.
He is dragging on about how another Harper Avery Hospital was over budget this year, as I check my phone again for probably the fifth time in the last 10 minutes since I texted Amelia. I was beginning to worry that I had pushed too far, I knew she had a tendency to run when things got scary, both herself and Derek had mentioned it to me. So, I tried to play it cool and sent another text, ‘Or not. We could just hang out at my trailer or if you have plans that’s cool.’
Nearly instantly after I hit send, I regret it, I sound like some idiot who is trying too hard to be cool. When she doesn’t respond after another 10 minutes, I decide to scroll through my phone pictures. I was only half listening to what this boring board director was saying at this point and I really didn’t care.
When I open up my phone, I see some pictures of Amelia that she must have taken without me knowing, they are all selfies showing off her beautiful face and I can’t help but smile and chuckle at the sweet gesture of her secretly taking pictures of herself on my phone for me to discover later.
My attention is brought back to the present as my small chuckle caught the attention of the other people in the meeting. “Sorry.” I apologize, the old man who was talking looks less then impressed but eventually goes back to talking about graphs and finances and other boring stuff. So, I return to my previous task at looking through my pictures, although I do it a little more discreetly this time.
I come across a picture of Amelia sound asleep in my bed. I forgot I had taken it after the second night she spent at my place. She was wearing my old army shirt, that fell down just covering her ass as she was curled up in my bed. The picture itself was fairly innocent, if you didn’t know she was naked underneath, and if you didn’t know that after I took that picture she woke up and we ended up having sex on the kitchen counter while she was still in that T-shirt.
I look up and pretend to be paying attention to the meeting, however my thoughts keep drifting back to that morning. My phone buzzes, I glance and see Amelia texted back, ‘How about we get food and take it back to your place ;)’ I am relieved she finally responded, and I love her plan.
I type back almost instantly, ‘Only if we can have desert first.’ As I wait for her response, I look at the sleeping photo of her again, and decide to make it my lock screen.
I told Owen I would pick up food on my way to his trailer, his meeting ended about 2 hours before I was done for the day. We decided to try the new thai food place that was right on the way to Owen’s.
I opened the door and stepped inside his trailer, I set the bag of food on the table and heard the shower running. I debated joining him in the shower, but I hadn’t eaten all day, so I sat down and started eating the food instead. I knew Owen wouldn’t care, he complained because I ate my food too slow anyway. I hear the water shut off and a minute later Owen appears, his strong upper body is still wet from his shower and his hair is ruffled from the towel that he now has wrapped around his waist. “You should wear that to work instead of all those suits.” I tease.
At the sound of my voice he spins around, I smile and wave my hand, that is holding my fork, at him. “When did you get here? Hey! You are eating without me?” His question turns into a whine as he takes in my half empty container of thai food.
I shrug and non-chantantly explain, “I was hungry, and you were in the shower.” Even though this relationship is still so new, it is weird how completely comfortable I feel around Owen.
Owen disappears for a minute to throw some sweat pants on, he doesn’t bother to put a shirt on. He comes over to where I am sitting and grabs his own food, “mmm, this smells good.” He says sliding into the spot beside me.
With his new close proximately to me I can smell his manly pine scented body wash and shampoo, “You smell good.” I say, switching my focus from my half-eaten food to the half naked man beside me.
I move in closer and start to kiss his neck. I can feel his throat vibrate as he chuckles, “Hey, now. I am hungry too, just cause you already ate doesn’t mean…” He trails off as I glide my tongue over his ear.
I pull a few inches away teasing him, “What were you saying?” I stare intensely into his eyes while my hand that was resting on his leg begins to work its way up closer to where his sweat pants now have a slight bulge in them.
His eyes close in lust as my hand reaches the spot, “Food.” He lamely attempts to answer my question, knowing he is losing this battle.
“You are the one who wanted desert first remember?” I remind him as I continue to massage him through his pants and go back to trailing kisses along his jaw line.
Within seconds he has had enough of my wicked game, and stands up, pulling me with him, I wrap my legs around his waste as our tongues fight for dominance. I fall onto the bed first, quickly followed by his body on top of mine.
I am cuddled up to Owen in post sex bliss, but sadly I need water, so I have to get up from his strong, comforting arms. I throw on his old army T-shirt and head to the kitchen. As I drink my water, I notice his eyes watching me. “What?” I ask.
He smiles at me, “You’re beautiful.” He says.
I shake my head and fight the blush that is threatening to over come me, “You’re such a dork.” I look away from his intense stare as I feel my checks heating up, it is then that I notice the food on the table. “Hey, are you still hungry?” I ask him.
“You are ready to go again? I mean, I won’t say no, but you might need to do most of the work this time.” He quips back.
“For food, Owen.” I say, holding up his thai food container as a reminder.
Owen looking slightly embarrassed, “Right, I knew that. Sure, bring it over.”
I am reaching for his food and my food on the table when his phone dings. I glance at it, in case it was work and someone needed the chief, but it isn’t the message on the phone that stops me in my tracks it is the picture.
I hide his phone behind my container of food as I head back to the bed.
“Thank you.” He says reaching for the food. I hand it to him, before crawling on top of the sheets myself so I am sitting next to him. He starts eating, and after a moment realizes I didn’t. “Aren’t you going to eat?”
“Aren’t you going to tell me about this?” I ask, holding the phone up to his face.
He looks at the phone confused and reads the message. “Tell you about, Sarah Riley’s?” He asks referring to the text, “She is the new trauma attending. It was her first day today. And…” Owen explains thinking I am talking about the text.
I cut him off, “Not the text.” I roll my eyes slightly, I am not really the jealous type and besides even if I was, that message was nothing to worry about.
“Then wha…” He starts to ask and then his brain catches on, as he looks between the phone that had a picture of Amelia in ironically the same shirt she was wearing right now. “Oh, the picture.”
I nod my head at him, like it should have been obvious. “When did you even take this picture?” I demand, keeping my face as neutral as possible.
Owen puts his food aside and runs a hand through his messy curls, “Ah, about a week ago? I guess I should have asked you. You just looked so adorable sleeping I couldn’t resist snapping a picture.” He tries to explain, realizing now that it was a slight envision of privacy.
“You took it a week ago?” I ask seeking him to confirm, when he nods his head I continue, “Then why didn’t I notice it yesterday morning when I was taking selfies on your phone?”
He lets out a small huff, “Because, I only made it my lock screen today. I was in that boring board meeting and I kept thinking about you and I was looking through my photos and saw that one and I decided to change it to my lock screen.”
I don’t respond instead I just turn around and grab my phone off the floor and flop down beside Owen, before he can ask what I am doing I take a selfie of the two of us and then make it my new lock screen. “There. Now we are lock screen official.” I say smiling at Owen as I roll over pressing myself against his chest.
Owen gives me a funny look, “I don’t think that is a thing.”
“Shut up and kiss me.” I command as I pull him into a heated kiss.
Hi! It’s so good to see you’re back! And with such a great new story! I really loved it and it would be soooo awesome to see something like that on the show! Something similar would be my favourite scenario for the Amelia centric episode 😍
Thank you anon I am so glad you liked it. There is a lot that needs to be said between Amelia and her family and I’d love to see it happen in the Amelia centric episode too.
That being said, I highly doubt we will. I really do think greys should address and resolve this though especially concerning Amelia’s relationship with her mother seeing how Derek was always boosting about how great his mother was and how she was such a saint. And Amelia mentioned this too in PP, however, from what we heard of Amelia conversation with her mother this doesn’t make sense.
I’d also love to see how Amelia interacts with her mother, as we have never really seen that before. So I really hope I’m wrong and we get some sort of resolution to this family drama in the upcoming Amelia episode!
Oh and thanks again for loving my story. It means so much to me. Thank you 🥰
