#greys fic

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𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: george o'malley x reader 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you're george's best friend. after a night of drinking, you two hook-up, then try to pretend it never happened. prompted by @grimeslovebot!! 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: fem!reader, surgery intern!reader, george isn't married/a cheater, drunk sex, unprotected sex, sort of angsty/cliffhanger ending, pt 2 coming soon 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ~1.7k

It had been a hard, long week at Seattle Grace Hospital. You had spent most of it in the clinic, which wasn’t very exciting, but it had put you on Bailey’s good side, which was always a good thing.

George, on the other hand, had been given a chance to scrub in on an incredible surgery and the patient, unfortunately, hadn’t made it. It had upset him, losing someone so young, and he had been sulking around the halls the past few days.

“Why don’t we do something fun tonight?” you suggested, sensing that his mood wasn’t going to get better without a gentle nudge. Like all the other surgery interns, the job often took a toll on him, and only another intern was capable of understanding their pain.

“Like what?” he asked, not looking up from the chart he was reading.

“I don’t know…Go to the bar with the other interns?“ you suggested.

George looked up at you with a fond look on his face. “You mean, like we do all the time?”

“I’m just brainstorming!” you defended, but you couldn’t help smiling.

You and George had immediately gotten along at the beginning of your internship, and had been inseparable friends ever since. All it took was a certain expression on his face, or a specific tone of voice for you to know exactly what he was thinking. You were smiling, because you knew that fond look on his face meant, ‘I know you’re trying to cheer me up, and going to a bar with Karev is not the right approach.’

So, you tried again. “Or we could go back to the house, watch a movie, have some drinks and snacks? I think Meredith is on call tonight, anyway, so the house will be quieter than usual.”

He notated something on the chart, giving you a nod. “Sure, that sounds nice. Uh, I have to go run some labs, but I’ll see you at lunch?”

“See you!”

It was a few hours later when George put his tray down next to yours on the cafeteria table, flopping down into his seat with a sigh.

“Drinks tonight is just what I need,” he said.

You gave him a sympathetic smile, patting his arm. “I’ll stop by the liquor store after my shift.”

“You’re the best,” George said, and his tone was so sincere, combined with that fond look in his big, brown eyes, it made your face flush.

The moment was ruined when Meredith came to the table, practically slamming her food down as she began to rant about her drama with McDreamy, and you were grateful for the distraction.

George was your best friend. Surely you weren’t interested in him…like that. George O’Malley, who was shy and awkward, who was into all his nerdy shit, who made you laugh more than anyone else, who knew you better than anyone…

Well, shit. That wasn’t a great revelation to have in the middle of your work day. You were falling for your best friend.

Meredith’s voice faded to the background as you processed it. Relationships within the hospital always seemed to get messy. You were co-workers, roommates, friends. If it went wrong, it would ruin so much. But if it went well...God, if it went well, it would be so perfect.

"Earth to Y/N?" George said, his fingers waving in front of your face.

You startled from your thoughts. "What?"

"Your pager is going off. Didn't you hear it?"

"Shit," you muttered, grabbing for your pager as you rose to your feet, already preparing to sprint.

"See you later!" George called after you as you ran from the cafeteria.

Later that evening, you changed out of your scrubs in the locker room before heading out of the hospital, stopping at the liquor store and picking up a few bottles of assorted drinks, making sure to grab George's favorite, as well as stopping at a gas station for snacks.

By the time you made it back to the house, your arms full of bags, George was there to help you bring the bags inside.

You picked a film while George mixed some drinks, curling up beside each other on the couch.

"Cheers to surviving another week," he said.

You smiled and clinked your glass with his.

The film you chose was supposed to be sci-fi, but there was an unnecessary romance plot thrown in, and the drunker you got, the more frustrated you became.

"If the world was fucking ending, I would be less concerned with getting laid," you quipped, rolling your eyes at the television.

George was also pretty tipsy by that point, and he laughed. "I think it's sweet. I mean, he's clearly been in love with her for a while. If you thought you weren't going to live much longer, wouldn't you want to seize the opportunity?"

You hummed, considering it. “But what if the world doesn’t end? And now you’ve just made things awkward.”

“Or you’ve made things better,” George said. He had a giddy smile on his face, like he was genuinely daydreaming about the concept.

“You thinking about someone specific?” you teased, nudging him in the ribs playfully.

“Shut up,” he replied, his cheeks flushed, not just due to the alcohol.

You broke into a grin, his lie obvious. "Oh, you are! Tell me, tell me," you chanted, words slurred slightly as you nudged him repeatedly, even sneaking your hands out to tickle his side.

He yelped, batting uselessly at your hands. "No! There's nothing to tell!" he insisted, but his giggling didn't make the words sound very convincing.

Somehow, you ended up halfway in his lap, still poking and prodding at him and demanding to know his little secret, too tipsy to care about the close proximity, or about the fact that his answer might not be who you wanted it to be.

Thankfully, his answer was just what you wanted, and it didn't even come verbally. In a last ditch effort to get you to stop assailing him, George had grabbed your face and pulled you in for a clumsy kiss.

The movie wasn't even half-finished, but it was totally forgotten as you and George got to your feet, stumbling through the house and towards his bedroom, each moment where your lips weren't pressed together spent giggling.

There were no words necessary, your mouths too occupied with kissing to bother. George had already grown hard in his pajama pants, the imprint of his well-sized cock clearly visible through the plaid fabric.

You laid down on his bed, fingers fumbling to remove your top, and George pulled his own shirt over his head with a big of a struggle, the heat of the moment combined with the liquor making every movement desperate and uncoordinated.

It wasn't long until you both completely naked, tangled in his bed sheets. He held your face with so much care, thumb stroking your jaw as he kissed you.

"Youhave no idea how long I've wanted this," he breathed, lining his cock up with your entrance. "Since the ice breaker before our internship, I swear..."

"Me too," you replied. "Didn't even realize how bad I needed you, but it's always been there."

You two both moaned as he entered you, your fingernails digging into his back. It felt so good, the stretch of his cock filling you. It was a blessing that no one else was home to hear the way the bed creaked, the way you gasped and how he groaned.

As he fucked you, George used his thumb to rub circles on your clit, bringing you close to orgasm as he approached his own.

"Fuck," you breathed. "I'm gonna—"

"Me too," he said.

It didn't long for you to both be finished, laying spent on his flannel bedsheets. From the alcohol and the rush of adrenaline, you both fell asleep like that, naked and cuddled together.

***

When you awoke the next morning, you immediately felt the headache before your eyes had even opened. Weren't you too old, too mature to be getting hungover like this? And you were on-call today, which was just the cherry on top.

Or, so you thought. The real cherry on top was when you opened your eyes and say none other than your best friend, George O'Malley, laying next to you.

Fuck, you thought. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

You jumped out of the bed, and your head pounded in protest. You ignored it, too occupied with the fact that you were naked, your clothes strewn about George's bedroom floor. You gathered them up hastily and snuck out of his room, dashing into your own.

You took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. Maybe George wouldn't remember! Maybe you could just move on, pretending that it had never happened.

It was wishful thinking, though. Once you had showered, gotten ready for work, and eaten some semblance of breakfast, George emerged from his bedroom, still shirtless, and nearly bumped right into you in the hallway.

"Morning," he said, sounding exhausted. "What the hell did we drink last night?"

"Don't remember," you replied. "I gotta go. See you later!"

You weren't being very subtle. Izzie, Meredith, and Cristina kept questioning why you were acting jumpy, flustered, and hungover.

"Did you go on a date?" Izzie asked.

Meredith chimed in. "Was it someone here?"

"Oh, don't tell me you're screwing an attending, too," Cristina said.

"I just didn't get much sleep," you replied.

Thankfully, your pager beeped and gave you an excuse to leave. You went to the room you were summoned to, expecting to find a patient in need or an attending who wanted you to scrub in.

Instead, you found an empty room with none other than George O'Malley standing in it.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," you replied, fighting the urge to run right back out of the room.

"So, when I was getting dressed this morning, I noticed the, um...Well, the scratches on my back. I just want to make sure...It was you, right? Like, I didn't do something totally stupid?"

"It was me," you said. "And who says it wasn't stupid? We...We're friends, George, we shouldn't...I mean, I don't want to lose that."

George's face fell slightly, and you focused your gaze on the floor to ignore it.

"Of course," he replied. "Yeah, no, you're right. We were drunk, anyway. It didn't...It didn't have to mean anything."

"Cool. Well, uh...I'll see you later."

You rushed out of the room, refusing to look back at him.

(there will be a part two, don't worry!!)

[andromedusia]

Which classic ship are you still reading fic for? Part 2

Callie /Arizona (Greys Anatomy)

Cosima/Delphine (Orphan Black)

Clarke/Lexa (The 100)

Tara/Willow (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Waverley/Nicole (Wynonna Earp)

Bette/Tina (The L Word)

Elpheba/Glinda (Wicked)

Alice/Dana (The L Word)

Kara/Lena (Supergirl)

Bo/Lauren (Lost Girl)

Olivia/Alex (SVU)

Voting ended onFeb 17

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

CHARACTER MASTERLIST

Supernatural

My Worst Fear  Paring: Dean Winchester x Original Female Character Word Count: 2000 Rating: Teen

You’re A Selfish Bastard  Pairing: Dean Winchester x Original Female Character Word Count: 2772 Rating: Explicit

Damn Dog  Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 2772 Rating: Mature

Farmer’s Daughter [Unfinished] Pairing: Dean Winchester x Original Character Word Count: 2772 Rating: Explicit

Free Beer & the Festive Season  Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 1043 Rating: Gen

Marry Me  Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 1213 Rating: Teen  

It Never Woulda Worked Out Anyway Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 2181 Rating: Teen

The Trouble With Girls  Pairing: Dean Winchester x Multiple Word Count: 946 Rating Teen

I Don’t Dance Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 1083 Rating: Gen

Hard To Love Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 1097 Rating: Teen

I’ll Be Home For Christmas Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 2091 Rating: Gen

Get Even  Pairing: Dean Winchester x Original Female Character Word Count: 1805 Rating: Teen & Up

 Pieces Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Rating: Teen Word Count: 1494

Bless the Telephone Pairing:  Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 1758 Rating: Teen

Choosing Texas Pairing:  Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 4865 Rating: Teen

How Much I Care [Requested] Pairing:  Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 2538 Rating: Explicit

All the Little Things  Pairing: Dean Winchester x Castiel Word Count: 1840 Rating: Teen  

Angel With A Shotgun Pairing: Dean Winchester x Castiel Word Count: 999 Rating: Gen

Travelin’ Soldier Pairing: John Winchester x Mary Winchester Word Count: 2995 Rating: Mature

Say It Pairing: John Winchester x Reader Word Count: 500 Rating: Teen & Up

I Wish You’d Stay  Fandom: Supernatural Pairing: N/A Word Count: 1671

Pick One [Requested]  Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader Word Count: 2623  Rating: Teen & Up

Harry Potter

A War Wedding  Pairing: Fred Weasley x Original Female Character Word Count: 2103 Rating: Gen

Shape of You  Pairing: Fred Weasley x Original Character Word Count: 1800 Rating: Teen

Come With Me  Pairing: Dean Thomas  x Female Reader Word Count: 6000+ [5 Parts] Rating: Teen

Better Mood Pairing: Ron Weasley x Female Reader Word Count: 856 Rating: Mature

Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) Pairing: Ron Weasley x Reader Word Count: 953 Rating: Teen

Family Matters Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader Word Count: 4000 [2 Parts] Rating: Gen

What Are You Doing New Years Eve? Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader Word Count: 1347 Rating: Gen

When I Kissed the Teacher Pairing: Hermione Granger x Remus Lupin Word Count: 1369 Rating: Teen

I Won’t Say I’m In Love Pairing: George Weasley x Reader Word Count: 1796 Rating: Teen

Santa Baby Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Original Female Character Word Count: 1867 Rating: Teen

Last Words to Reader [Part One/ Part Two] Pairing: Reader x Multiple  Word Count: 2000 Rating: Mature

The Way We Were

Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Female Character Word Count: 21,444 [11 Parts] Rating: Mature Only the Good Die Young Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Character Word Count: 2300 Rating: Mature Dive Pairing: Sirius Black x Female Reader Word Count: 2300 Rating: Teen A Little Magic Pairing: Sirius Black x Female Reader Word Count: 1300 Rating: Gen The Other Evans Girl Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Female Character Word Count: 250k Rating: Mature

Go On Moony [The Other Evans Girl Drabble] Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Female Character Word Count: 1192 Rating: Teen The Girl of My Best Friend Pairing: Sirius Black x Female Reader, Remus Lupin x Female Reader Word Count: 2995 Rating: Teen & Up The Boy Who Broke His Own Heart Pairing: Sirius Black x Female Reader, Word Count: 26534 Rating: Mature The Dating Game Pairing: Sirius Black x Female Reader, James Potter x Female Reader Word Count: 13380 Rating: Mature

The Dating Game Pairing: Sirius Black x Female Reader, James Potter x Female Reader Word Count: 13380 Rating: Mature

The Dating Game

Pairing: Sirius Black x Female Reader, James Potter x Female Reader Word Count: 13380 Rating: Mature

Faithfully Pairing: James Potter x Female Reader Word Count: 2250 Rating: Teen

Messy Christmas, Everyone Pairing: Sirius Black x OFC, James Potter x OFC, James Potter x Regulus Black Word Count: 15000 Rating: Mature

Because I Liked A Boy Pairing: James Potter x Regulus Black, James Potter x Lily Evans Word Count: 15000 Rating: Mature

Our Family Pairing: James Potter x Lily Evans Word Count: 2264 Rating: Teen

Angels Like You Pairing: James Potter x Regulus Black Word Count: 1414 Rating: Mature

The Only Girl I’ll Ever Loved Pairing: James Potter x Sirius Black Word Count: 6175 Rating: Teen

Sundays

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Word Count: 1113 Rating: Gen She’s Got You Pairing: Remus Lupin x  Female Reader Word Count:3000 [2 Parts] Rating: Mature I’m a Monster Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Word Count: 5000 [4 Parts] Rating: Mature Let’s Do It  [Requested] Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Word Count: 5000 [2 Parts] Rating: Mature Perfect Pairing: Remus Lupin x Female Reader Word Count: 1000 Rating: Gen Hearts Don’t Break Around Here Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Word Count:500 Rating: Gen Furry Little Problem Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Word Count: 1480 Rating: Teen

On My Own Pairing: Remus Lupin x Sirius Black Word Count: 1210 Rating: Teen

I Cry 2 Pairing: Remus Lupin x Sirius Black Word Count: 3434 Rating: Teen

In The Kitchen Pairing: Remus Lupin x Sirius Black Word Count: 1172 Rating: Teen

Too Sweet Pairing: Remus Lupin x Sirius Black Word Count: 3017 Rating: Teen Complexly Chaotic Pairing: Sirius Black x Female Reader, Remus Lupin x Female Reader Word Count: 968 Rating: Teen & Up

Comfort Zone

Pairing: Marauders x Reader Word Count: 2758 Rating: Teen & Up

Good Luck Babe!

Pairing: Lily Evans x Marlene McKinnon Word Count: 2221 Rating: Teen

The Grand Tour

Pairing: None Word Count: 2103 Rating: Gen Eraser Pairing: None Word Count: 220 Rating: Teen Castle On the Hill Pairing: None Word Count: 1300 Rating: Teen

One of The Boys Pairing: None Word Count: 7500 Rating: Teen

Marvel

Stuck in the Middle  Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader Word Count: 12000 [7 Parts] Rating: Teen

Blue Ain’t Your Colour  Pairing: Steve Rogers x  Female Reader Word Count: 1417 Rating: Teen

Worth It  Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader Word Count: 3372 Rating: Explicit

Let Me Show You  Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Female Reader Word Count: 2711 Rating: Explicit

It’s Not Easy Being Steve [Requested] Pairing: Pre Serum Steve Rogers x Original Female Character Word Count: 2192 Rating: Explicit

Trying  [Requested] Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x  Female Reader Word Count: 2600 Rating: Teen

Any Port In A Storm  Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Reader [Bucky’s Sibling] Word Count: 1302 Rating: Gen

Baby It’s Cold Outside Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader Word Count: 1446 Rating: Teen

Afterthought   [Requested] Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader Word Count: 2017  Rating: Teen

Days Gone By  Pairing: Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter Word Count: 1332   Rating: Teen

You’re My Best Girl [AO3 Link]  [Requested] Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: 2565 Rating: Gen

Because I Want To  Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: 3207 Rating: Explicit

Get Some Sleep Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: 2683 Rating: Explicit

Say It First  Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1900 Rating: Teen

Beige Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1267 Rating: Teen

Let’s Make a Date [Requested] Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: 1379 Rating: Teen

Should’ve Said No Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1197  Rating: Teen

All I Want For Christmas Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1430 Rating: Gen

Just a Dream  Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: 2571 Rating: Mature

Complicated   [Requested] Pairing: Peter Parker x Original Female Character Word Count: 4173 Rating: Teen

Priorities  Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader Word Count: 1133 Rating: Mature

Keep Quiet  Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader Word Count: 1668 Rating: Explicit

Give The Kid A Break [Requested] Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader Word Count: 1306 Rating: Gen

Glad You’re Here  [Requested] Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader Word Count: 2100 Rating: Mature

Crash My Party Pairing:  Peter Parker x Reader Word Count: 1488 Rating: Mature

Take a Break  Pairing: Tony Stark x Female Reader Word Count: 2936 Rating: Explicit

For Tony Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Word Count: 3000 Rating: Mature

My Girls  Pairing: Tony Stark x Pregnant Female Reader Word Count: 757 Rating: Gen

A Perfect Christmas  Pairing: Tony Stark x Female Reader Word Count: 1260 Rating: Teen

Love of My Life Pairing: Tony Stark x Female Reader Word Count: 1785 Rating: Teen

DIVORCE Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Word Count: 1515 Rating: Mature

I Don’t Care Pairing: Tony Stark x Female Reader Word Count: 1368 Rating: Teen & Up

Mr Goody-Two-Shoes  Pairing: Bruce Banner x Female Reader Word Count: 1443 Rating: Explicit

Make Me  Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader Word Count: 2457 Rating: Explicit

Round Two? Pairing: Thor x Reader Word Count: 1853 Rating: Explicit

Well Played Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader Word Count: 2076 Rating: Explicit

Supermarket Flowers Pairing: None Word Count: 1403 Rating: Teen

Truth or Dare  [Requested] Pairing: Loki x Reader Word Count:572 Rating: Mature

Scarab Hunting [Requested] Pairing: Stephen Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader Word Count: 1036  Rating: Mature

Bullet Train

Liability Pairing: Tangerine x Female Reader Word Count: 3000 Rating: Explicit

My Boy Pairing: Tangerine x Female Reader Word Count: 1764 Rating: Teen & Up

Daisy Jones & The Six

Stay With Me Fandom: Daisy Jones x The Six Rating: Mature Word Count: 1399

Good 4 U Pairing: Graham Dunne x Original Female Character Rating: Mature Word Count: 4793

History Boys

Asexual Scripps  Pairing: None Word Count: 2000 Rating: Teen

Your Beautiful Song  Paring: David Posner Word Count: 1000 Rating: Mature

What Do I Know?  Paring: Donald Scripps, David Posner Word Count: 500 Rating: Gen

U.N.I Paring: Donald Scripps x David Posner Word Count: 800 Rating: Teen

Go On Mate  Pairing: Stuart Dakin x Male Reader Word Count: 2050 Rating: Mature

Twilight

Not One of Us [Requested] Pairing: Cullen x Teen Wolf Word Count: 2300 Rating: Teen

La Tua Cantante  [Requested] Pairing: Marcus Volturi x Original Character x Spencer Reid Word Count: 5140 Rating: Gen

You’ve Got Us [Requested] Pairing: Cullen Reader x Marvel Gang Word Count: 1047 Rating: General

The Outsiders

Meanwhile Back at Mama’s Pairing: Darry Curtis x Female Reader Word Count: 1206 Rating: Teen

Brooklyn Nine Nine

Captain Peralta & His Lieutenant  Pairing: Jake Peralta x Original Female Character Word Count: 1340 Rating: Explicit

Mary & Amy’s  Pairing: Jake Peralta x Original Female Character, Jake Peralta x Amy Santiago Word Count: 1765 Rating: Teen

CSI 

The Way Out [Unfinished] Pairing: Don Flack x Original Character Word Count: 1142 Rating: Mature

What If I Stay Pairing: Nick Stokes x Female Reader Word Count: 1179  Rating: Teen

Cheers

Old Flames and New Pains Pairing: Sam Malone x Original Female Character Word Count: 1674 Rating: Gen

Doctor Who

How Would You Feel?  Pairing: 11th Doctor x Reader Word Count: 1000 Rating: Gen

I Love You, Yasmin Khan Pairing: 13th Doctor x Yasmin Khan Word Count: 1582 Rating: Teen

All I Ask Pairing: Doctor x Reader Word Count: 1337 Rating: Explicit

The Doctor and The Gentleman Pairing: Doctor x OFC, Benedict Bridgerton x OFC Word Count: TBC Rating: Teen

Friends

Santa Stole My Girlfriend Pairing: Chandler Bing x Original Character x Joey Tribbiani Word Count: 1558 Rating: Teen

Full House

No Boys Allowed Pairing: Jesse Katsopolis x Female Reader Word Count: 1750 Rating: Gen

Jesse’s Girl Pairing: Jesse Katsopolis x Female Reader x Joey Gladstone Word Count: 985 Rating: Teen

#1 Competition [Requested] Pairing: Jesse Katsopolis x Reader Word Count: 2562  Rating: Teen

Best of a Bad Situation  [Requested] Pairing: NA Word Count: 1839 Rating: Gen

Sounds Good To Me  [Requested] Pairing: Jesse Katsopolis x Female Reader Word Count: 1363  Rating: Mature

For The Better [Requested] Pairing:  Jesse Katsopolis x Becky Donaldson x Female Reader Word Count: 2319  Rating: Mature

Grey’s Anatomy 

36 Weeks  [Requested] Pairing: Mark Sloan x Reader Word Count: 2150 Rating: Mature

As Long As He Needs Me Pairing: Mark Sloan x Reader Shepherd Word Count: 1858 Rating: Mature

Before and After  [Requested] Pairing:  Mark Sloan x Reader Word Count: 824 Rating: Teen

Right Girl  Pairing:  Mark Sloan x Callie Torres, Mark Sloan x Addison Mongtomery  Word Count: 1765 Rating: Mature

How To Make Friends [Requested] Pairing: Lexie Grey x Reader Word Count: 1600 Rating: Gen

Navy Dresses  [Requested] Pairing: Lexie Grey x Reader Word Count: 1500 Rating: Gen

Anna Parsons [Requested] Pairing: Lexie Grey x Reader Word Count: 2100 Rating: Mature

Give Me A Reason [Requested] Pairing: Jackson Avery x Reader, Jackson x April Kepner Word Count: 1529 Rating: Teen

Things That Matter [Requested] Pairing: Jackson Avery x Reader, Word Count: 3427 Rating: Teen

Mother Dearest [AO3 Link]  [Requested] Pairing: Jackson Avery x Reader, Word Count: 1923 Rating: Mature

Ups & Downs [Requested] Pairing: Jackson Avery x Reader Word Count: 1670  Rating: Teen

A Crazy Idea [Requested] Pairing: Jackson Avery x Reader, Daniel [Benson] Kwan x Reader Word Count: 2058 Rating: Teen

Post Night Shift Care [Requested] Pairing: Derek Shepherd x Female Reader Word Count: 1590  Rating: Teen

It’s A Beautiful Day To Save Lives Pairing: Derek Shepherd x OFC, Derek Shepherd x Addison Shepherd Word Count: 1808  Rating: Teen

I’ll Never Love Again Pairing: Denny Duquette x Reader Word Count: 1878 Rating: Mature

Night Shift Pairing: Alex Karev x Reader Word Count: 1000 Rating: Teen

Gilmore Girls

Comfortable Pairing: Luke Danes x OFC, Luke Danes x Lorelai Gilmore Word Count: 737   Rating: Gen

Jess’ Dad Pairing: Jess Mariano x Reader Rating: Teen Word Count: 2426

How I Met Your Mother

Toothbrush Pairing: Barney Stinson x Female Reader Word Count: 1336 Rating: Teen

Nashville 

Flowers Pairing: Deacon Claybourne x Female Reader Word Count: 1247 Rating: Teen

New Girl

Different For Girls Pairing: Nick Miller x Female Reader Word Count: 2426 Rating: Teen

Last Christmas Pairing: Nick Miller x Reader Word Count: 1974 Rating: Teen

What A Man Gotta Do Pairing: Schmidt x Cece Parekh Word Count: 1158 Rating: Teen

The Office

Late To The Party Pairing: Jim Halpert x Pam Beesley Word Count: 757   Rating: Gen

Office PDA  Pairing: Jim Halpert x Pam Beesley, Jim Halpert x Reader Word Count: 1632 Rating: Explicit

Speak Now Pairing: Jim Halpert x Pam Beesley Word Count: 1325 Rating: Teen

That 70s Show

Come on Over Tonight  Pairing: Steven Hyde x Reader Word Count: 870 Rating: Teen

Teen Wolf

Eighteen Inches Pairing: Stiles  x Female Reader Word Count: 870 Rating: Teen

How To Get Away With Murder

Moving On  Pairing: Frank Delfino x Reader Word Count: 1030 Rating: Teen

Saved By The Bell

Zack’s Worst Scheme Pairing: Zack Morris/Original Character/Kelly Kapowski Word Count: 5700 Rating: Teen

Never Happened [Requested] Pairing: Zack Morris x Female Reader Word Count: 1463  Rating: Explicit

Other

Silcobon and Cobb [Requested] Pairing: None Word Count: 1881 Rating: Gen

Bad Days  Pairing: Peter Kavinsky x Female Reader Word Count: 1550 Rating: Gen

Play It Again Pairing: Frank Adler x  Female Reader Word Count: 1970 Rating: Teen

Not In That Way  Pairing: Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak Word Count: 21219 Rating: Mature

Gray Mornings [Requested] Pairing: Grayson Betournay x Reader Word Count: 900 Rating: Gen

The Doctor and The Gentleman Pairing: Doctor x OFC, Benedict Bridgerton x OFC Word Count: TBC Rating: Teen

More Than My Hometown Pairing: Vinnie O’Neil x Erin Croft Word Count: 1758 Rating: Teen

[chaosandken]

Kaimelia + (kitchen) dancing

Kaimelia + (kitchen) dancing

"Hey Google, play my 'romantic kitchen songs' playlist on Spotify!" "Romantic kitchen songs?" Amelia questioned, raising a brow. "...I may have made it when I was a little tipsy...and you were in surgery...and I was missing you..." they admitted, smoothly wrapping their left arm around her waist and grabbing her hand with their right. Slow, sensual instrumental music began to play from the little speaker. They quickly dipped her down, causing Amelia to yelp. "Sorry." The surgeon started giggling as they swooped her back to a standing position, then twirled her around, and pulled her in close to their body. "It's like the movies," they murmured, grinning down at the brunette in their arms. The couple began to sway gently to the seductive music, and Amelia let Kai's hand go, moving to wrap her arms around their neck. In response, the tall scientist snaked their newly freed hand around her waist and down her back. As the music continued, Kai's hands gradually moved lower, landing on their partner's ass and squeezing as they danced their hips against her in time with the music. Their foreheads were together, breaths mingling as they began grinding against one another. Their lips finally met as they rolled their hips in tandem, breaths heavy as they kissed.

When their lips parted, a smile broke on Kai's lips as Amelia cleared her throat.

"I think this movie is going to be rated R," she breathed, jumping up into their arms, Kai gripping under her ass and kissing her as they carried her to their bed.

[tinylittleshepherd]

Derek & Addison divorce when she first hands him the papers. Derek hasn't forgiven her & she's trying her best to pick up the pieces. They don't see each other again until they're both commissioned to work on a clinical trial in Washington DC, which has them spending more time together than they'd want. An ADDEK story set in the four seasons. TRIGGER WARNINGS inside. COMPLETE!

intresting Addek divorced story. It’s only 4 chapters long but it covers a year. Highly suggest if youre into AUS to check this out. 

[leahseclipse]

Painful visit (Grey’s X CM crossover)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader 

Summary: As the BAU lands in Seattle for a case, the reader encounters a traumatic event.

Warnings: SPOILERS/MENTIONS OF S6 EP 23, 24 OF GREY’S ANATOMY; Graphic details, mentions of injuries, blood, shooting, GSW, death, suicide, prison mentions, slight sexual allusions

Category: Rated T - Hurt/Comfort (DW, despite all of the shitty stuff that happens- it ends well !!!) 

Word count: 9.7 k

A/N: That's a- kinda 'rewrite', bc I took the eps 23 and 24 of s6, of greys as a base, I didn’t include all of the scenes, and I mixed it w some CM scenes, etcc...We didnt get to have a crossover, so I took these eps, so it would kinda be one. So, enjoy this.....'kinda rewrite of greys, mixed with CM' LMAOO (SPOILERS OF THE EPS MENTIONED: Instead of Alex, it’s the reader who gets shot, I wanted to change things up, so....i did that )

I....don't know if it's good or not, but if you like it, let me know! :)

RE-EDITED ON 5/25/22

          Soon after the team landed in Seattle, they drove to the police station that had been assigned the case. After settling in, Hotch quickly delivered everyone’s orders at lightning speed and to her luck, y/n had been assigned to go to Seattle Grace.

No one had any idea how badly she had wanted to decline and try to switch, but she decided to not play it childish and remain professional.

It might seem weird to anyone else, but hospitals have never been her favorite place to be at, she had been there quite a few times, each of the trips remaining memorable, especially when she almost got killed when she had attended there with Reid and Hotch. 

Not exactly the best to start with in her first week.

Nonetheless she moved on, mainly so that she could be as effective as possible in her work to not be a risk to anyone else, she wouldn’t forgive herself for a while if someone would be injured because of her, whether they’re absolute strangers or one of the members of her team.

The case had been in Seattle today, it had been a while since she haven’t been there for another reason that work itself but she always enjoyed in some way to come here when she didn’t happen to be there for work, she would at least go on ferry boats once a day, she couldn’t leave without at least going on one during her trip.

Too bad she’ll have to sit out on this one, she really likes them.

She was also lucky enough to be familiar with some of the officers working there as it wasn't her first trip at the station. She had seen them outside of work, so the relationship between them was more than okay and quite advantageous for work.

Even if her main priority was to solve the case, it was nice to have a good work environment once in a while. Y/N had to admit that she knew a whole lot of people in that place, whether it was officers, doctors, or whatever person she interacted with. 

As she arrived at the place, she was about to ask for the people she needed to see when a voice called her.

“Y/L/N, what a pleasure to see you there!”

“Sloan. Indeed, what a pleasure.”

“It’s been a while since you came, didn’t you miss me?”

“Not at all.”

“Not even a little bit?”

“No.”

“I’m quite disappointed, I thought you’d be delighted to see me. It’s a shame.”

“Quit it Sloan, I’m not here to play, unfortunately.”

“Not even after the case? I’m sure you have an hour to spare.”

“I’m sure I have it.”

“Can’t say I didn’t try.”

“Too bad, I’m not interested...and available.”

“Not available, as if...not single?”

“You got it.”

“Oh, wow. That kinda hurts.”

“Try to get back little Grey instead of hitting on me.”

“Nah, she’s with Karev. She’s moving on.”

“No, trust me, she’s not. You gotta try harder. She’s obsessed with you.”

“Nah, she likes Karev now.”

“I can see it, both of you. And if it’s not true, then I guess my profiling skills must suck.”

“They probably suck.”

“Shut up, they’re better than your flirting skills.”

“No, no one can resist Sloan.”

“False, because I’m the living proof.”

“Ouch, that hurts.”

“I know. By the way...is the chief still Webber or did that change?”

“It’s Shepherd now.”

“Really? What happened there?”

“Richard encountered some…stuff, and Derek took over. Hate to admit it, but he’s pretty good at it.”

“Do you hate to admit it because you wish that were you?”

“Hate to admit it again, but yeah.”

“Just murder Shepherd and take over, I’ll cover for you.” Y/N joked.

“It’s okay. We had...some stuff that you know about- ruining our relationship, but I guess it got better, we’re able to talk without having the need to kill the other.”

“At least it’s a good progress.”

“It’s better than having to murder each other at least.”

“Hm, true.”

“Anyway, before you get in trouble because you’ll be late or whatever, tell me about that boyfriend of yours on the way.” Mark said, as they both walked in the direction of the elevator.

“...fine, but just because it’s you.”

“So, can I ask questions?”

“Go ahead.” Y/N said, walking in the elevator with him.

“Is he part of the men you were with last time?”

“Yep, the one with glasses.”

“What was his name? Reid? We have someone named like that too.”

“Wasn’t her name spelled ‘R-e-e-d’?”

“Yeah, I don’t know much about her, but, don’t worry, I don’t plan on hitting on her.”

“Do you?” She asked.

“Everyone knows me as the hospital’s whore already, you don’t need to add more.”

“Bailey didn’t need to tell it, everyone knows.”

“Did you come here to hurt me?”

“As always.” She chuckled.

“You’re mean y/l/n.”

“This is my nice side.”

“...not really to me.” He pointed out, sounding hurt.

“I never hit you once, consider yourself lucky. Morgan accidentally found himself with a bruise when I hit him...by accident of course.”

“I’m going to be careful then…” He exclaimed, leaving a space between the two of them.

“You should be afraid of me. I’m dangerous.”

“Damn, never thought you were like that, you looked like a small kitten when I first saw you.”

“I was a newbie, everyone is like that. Don’t you dare tell me that the interns aren’t like that on the first day.”

“We got pretty good ones, I got Avery with me.”

“Oh, Avery. The ‘plastics posse’ right?”

“Yeah, we’re a good team.”

“I pity him, you’re a bit annoying.”

“Never, you got the wrong person.”

“I’m sure I didn’t. You tried to hit on me 24/7.”

“You could have told me you got a boyfriend, I was kind of hitting on you in some texts.”

“He already knows you’re a friend.”

“So, during all this time...you were, what’s the term already?”

“Friendzone. That’s where you were at, and where you’ll remain with me.”

“It’s serious between you and the genius?”

“Yeah, I’d say so. It’s going pretty well.”

“Guess I’ll have to give up on you then.”

“Guess so. But you can keep fake flirting, it’s okay. That’s kind of fun.”

“You’re going to make him jealous.”

“I assure you, Morgan fake flirts with Penelope, and they’re not in love.”

“Okay, I’ll keep going if that’s not a problem.”

“Don’t go too far though.”

“That’s going to be complicated, you told me I could keep going like before.”

“Like before, but less like you want to...have sex with me.”

“Can’t guarantee, but I’ll try.”

“You better try.” She warned. “Okay, see you later, gonna talk with Shepherd. Go back to work, Avery’s gonna be lost without you.”

“He’s doing well enough, I don’t need to babysit him.”

“He’s still a baby. Go teach him more, now.”

“You’re bossy.”

“Glad to know that.” Y/N answered, knocking on the door before entering a few seconds after she heard him telling she could enter.

“Oh, y/l/n, it’s been a while. Didn’t get many cases here?”

“I’m afraid not, Derek.”

“You should try to come when you’re free, because I heard you like ferries too.”

“Quite a lot. But I’d have to either quit my job or have a big enough injury to be able to take a month off.”

“Let’s not hope for that, as much as I like to spend time with you.”

“Yeah, hospital stuff.”

“I remember, yeah.”

“No one forgets it. So, uh, do you mind if I ask you stuff about the last patients you’ve treated? That’s kind of why I’m here.”

“I was aware of it.” Derek pointed out, as we began discussing.

The conversation went on for a bit, a few jokes being exchanged from time to time as we went on, and finally closed the chat when all there was to be told was done.

“Outside of case stuff, it was nice to see you again.” She said.

“Yeah, for me too. Have...I was going to say fun, but…”

“...yeah.” She chuckled.

“Have a good day...I guess.”

“Have a good day as well.” She left the room, hearing a ringing before taking her phone and answering the call. “Yeah, Spence?”

“Is everything alright at the hospital? Just...wanted to check in.”

“Yeah, it’s going okay, I’m quickly going to see a few more people, and I’ll be on my way back to the station. What about you guys, anything new?”

“Yeah, it’s alright.”

“I have a feeling you didn’t only call for that.”

“...fine, I kind of missed you.”

“I already knew that. You’re the only one who called.”

“Morgan was going to, before me.”

“He probably saw how panicked you were, because I wasn’t here.”

“I was just...worried, I called to check if you were okay. I don’t want to be creepy or morbid, but you could have had an accident and I wouldn’t know until I’d have a call from the hospital itself.”

“You’re worrying way too much Reid.”

“Just in case. It’s better to be safe.”

“Okay, thanks for worrying. Is that okay for you?” 

“Yeah, it is. I’m worrying about you, you should at least be grateful, it’s an honor.”

“An honor? Why?”

“I don’t worry like I worry for you with everyone, you get a special worry type.”

“Huh, didn’t know you were worrying differently depending on who it is.”

“At least you learned a new thing about me.”

“Is it going to make me smarter, or what?”

“No! You get to be closer to me, I feel offended that this wasn’t what you said.”

“So now I have to say the right stuff, as if I’m a robot?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m gonna hang up on you.”

“Okay- no, you don’t have to say specific things as if you’re a robot. Stay yourself.”

“That’s better. Thanks, Genius.”

“Why do you still call me that?”

“Do you prefer ‘stupid’? I can call you like that if you want.”

“Genius is fine.”

“Good to know. I’m gonna see just a few more people, and I’ll be right back.”

“Hotch doesn’t need to know, right?”

“It’ll be five minutes. Tops. If I don’t call you back in five minutes, you call me to remind me to get my ass here, and I’ll stop the conversation, okay?”

“Okay. Be safe, I love you.”

“I love you too, Bye.” She hung up, walking further into the corridor as she put her phone back in her pocket when she arrived in front of the elevator.

Y/N steps inside, pressing the button of the lower level.

After a minute of waiting, the elevator stopped as a ‘ding’ made itself heard to indicate that it had arrived to the level, and honestly, without it, she would have stayed there for 30 hours more, she’s always daydreaming and doesn’t tend to pay attention to what’s around her.

The empty corridor in front of her seemed kind of weird at first, she didn’t get why. There're at least ten doctors on the same floor; and even patients around, so, why wasn’t anyone here?

She left the elevator, looking around as she walked. 

She didn’t see anything, but as she was about to walk down another corridor; a loud sound was heard, and it wasn’t unknown to her. And as if she wasn’t lucky enough, the sound wasn’t far at all, it was coming from a storage room, from what was written on the sign next to it.

Naturally, she took her gun from her holster, taking the security off as she made her way to the room, making sure not to draw attention, mainly to be able to take the person by surprise, before they’d see her.

When she crossed the door, she froze at the sight.

A woman was lying on the floor, in what seemed like her own blood, she seemed to have a head wound as most of the blood was coming from here, but in mere seconds, the blood formed one big pool, growing bigger as probably the entirety of her blood was draining out.

There was a man that stood right in front of her and he seemed to be in his mid 50s to 60s, approximately; but when she looked down to his hands; she didn’t care much about his age suddenly. 

He was holding a gun.

He had shot that poor woman that laid on the floor, and now she’s dead.

Is she going to end up being shot as well?

She didn’t know if she had to shoot him, run away to call for help, try to talk him down so she didn’t have to shoot, it was all blurry all of a sudden.

The gun that she was holding in her hand suddenly looked like a toy to her, her fear was overcoming it, it was like she didn’t know how to use it all of a sudden. When she stepped back, and saw him staring at her, she didn’t know how to use it, hence, hold it.

It dropped out of her hand.

Her breath intensified.

Before she could react, talk, move, or do whatever could be done, he looked right at her for a mere second, and just in front of her-

Bam.

He shot at her, and just lowered his weapon as he watched her falling onto the floor after the impact.

Was it a good thing that she had gone here, or would it have been better to wait until he had left the room to take him by surprise?

She should have waited.

She should have done something.

Why did she freeze?

Why?

She could have done something.

He couldn’t see her when she entered.

She could have taken him by surprise.

She should have.

As she attempted to calm her thoughts down, he had already left the corridor, she could hear faint footsteps from where she was.

She tried to somehow stand up, but she didn’t have the strength, she’d probably still be at it in one hour...if she didn’t bleed out before.

The elevator wasn’t far from where she was, she could possibly crawl to there, at least be somewhere safe.

Y/N didn’t feel safe, all alone in that corridor, she had to leave.

She’ll call after.

Not now.

She had to reach the elevator.

She took a deep breath, placing her hands on the floor as she began to slightly move downwards to the location she had in mind.

The distance wasn’t far at all, she kind of was grateful about it when she thought about it as she’d see the trail of blood she would leave as she moved in front of her.

Don’t panic.

Get to the elevator.

Once she had reached the doors, she had taken a shaky breath, slowly sitting up against the wall to be able to reach the button as she wouldn’t be able to if she was still laying down.

Thankfully, the elevator hadn’t been called by someone else, so to her surprise, the doors opened a few seconds after, allowing her to go inside.

She had an enormous hate for elevators in general, but in that moment, she has never liked an elevator more.

When she had reached the inside, the doors closed after her, as she breathed as much as she could; looking at the ceiling.

She didn’t have the strength to move, but she had to call.

She had to.

He was going to kill someone else if she couldn’t take her phone.

But...she just couldn’t. 

Her arms didn’t apparently have the strength she had in mind, she was panicking, she could feel the blood pooling below her.

She was just...staring at the ceiling, asking herself if she was going to possibly die here.

*

“Yeah, I’m coming back in a bit! I have to go to the storage real quick, I’ll be back!” April exclaimed, taking her red notepad to write down something.

It had always been a habit to do that, she couldn’t miss out the details, and just in case she needed to remember something, she could always check in there.

No one or nothing was in the way when she had made her way there, so she hadn’t felt the need to look down and up from time to time.

Once she had briefly seen the door in front of her, she had pushed it with her hip, still writing down on her notepad.

As she walked further, she suddenly tripped over something, causing her to drop her notepad and fall face flat onto the floor. She slowly raised herself, as she put her hand on her nose, seeing a bit of blood, probably coming from her nose.

After wiping down some of the blood, she had begun to raise herself back up, but her blouse felt somehow...heavy, as if it was soaked.

April slowly looked down at her upper body, noticing a bright red color on it.

It couldn’t be hers, she barely fell down, it can’t be.

She turned around, completely freezing.

Reed was on the floor, her eyes were wide open, someone had shot her in the head.

She was laying in a pool of blood, and April had landed in it.

Her friend’s blood was on her.

She began panicking, her breath couldn’t stop but intensify itself, she could slowly feel tears coming to her eyes.

She had to warn the chief about it, they could still be in the hospital.

They shot Reed, and now...she’s dead.

She’s dead.

*

Someone shot Reed.

Someone shot her.

She’s dead.

On the way to Shepherd’s office, April couldn’t stop but repeat the same words, again and again. She couldn’t realize what had happened.

Why would anyone do that?

What was the reason?

She couldn’t understand what could have happened for her to get shot.

All of the blood...it didn’t make any sense.

I hadn’t seen that much blood since the farm.

With all of her thoughts, she didn’t even realize that she had arrived at his office.

She raised her trembling hand, opening the door, as Derek raised himself from his seat when he had seen April.

“April, what is it?”

“Do you know I grew up on a farm?” She asked.

“What happened?” Derek said, alarmed when he saw the blood on her blouse. He walked up to her. “I...grew up on a farm, so you know, blood doesn’t bother me, I,” She paused, taking her breath back. “I slaughtered a pig once. That was a lot of blood. ‘Bleeding like a… stuck pig’. That’s a saying, to bleed like a pig….you know.” She looked at him, trembling. “It...means something. But, you don’t think of people as having that much blood.”

“I mean…” She continued. “...you learn in med school how many pints we all have in us, but you don’t realize it until you see it. You don’t get how much blood...and a skinny person? I mean, my God, Reed, she’s almost anorexic.” She points out, as her lips tremble. “She’s like, five pounds, you wouldn’t think she’d have that much blood, but she did. She did-” 

“April, April, April!” Derek yelled, as he slightly shook April to get her attention. “You’re in shock, it’s all right. Tell me what happened.”

“Reed’s dead. Someone...shot her.” She answered, panicked, as Derek was coming to the realization, looking on the side.

*

“...the police are on their way. What’s the procedure?” Derek asks, flipping pages. “You’re the head of the hospital security, how do you not know?...I know it’s never happened before, this is the first time.” He said, as he stopped at a page. 

“I found it. ‘Lockdown. Nobody moves in or out...Yeah, nobody moves, nobody breathes until we know what’s going on. Okay.” He puts the phone back on the stand, turning back to April. “Here.” He said, wiping blood from her forehead. “The Police are almost here. Are you okay by yourself?”

“You’re leaving, you just said...nobody leaves, nobody moves.” 

“Nobody but me. I’m the chief. This is my hospital.”

“But what if you get shot, or-”

“I’ll be right back. I’m the chief.” He said, closing the door as he left the room.

April didn’t know what to do, she could only stand there, as she found herself alone.

*

“Reid, did you hear about y/l/n? We’re basically done here, we should be heading back in a bit.”  Morgan asked, briefly looking at him.

“No, we called about...thirty minutes ago, she told me that she’ll be back, and that she’ll call again, but she didn’t.” Reid explained, fidgeting with his phone. “I’m gonna call her to check in.”

“Okay, keep me posted.”

“Will do.” He took his phone in hand, turning it back on as he dials her number, putting his phone to his ear.

…

…

…

“Hi! You’ve reached y/n y/l/n. I can’t come to the phone right now, so leave me a message, and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible. Have a nice day.”

...

“She’s not answering. It’s weird.” He said, as he came back into the room.

“She’s probably talking with someone, or she ran out of battery and used all of it when she called you, I guess.” Morgan assumed.

“I hope so. I'm just...really worried. What if something happened? We can't know, she's not answering her phone."

"Uh, didn’t you say that she knew people back there? Don’t you have a way to call them?”

“No, I...didn’t talk much with them, she was the only one who got closer, as she told me she would often come here out of work.” He pointed out, pausing for a bit. “Would it be ridiculous to try to call there? I mean, I...only have that in mind. I don’t even know if they’ll be able to tell.”

“It’s worth a shot.”

“Yeah, that's the only thing who came to mind. I’ll be right back...again.” Spencer awkwardly said, leaving the room once again to dial the number.

…

…

…

“The hospital is currently in lockdown. Furthermore, it is not able to receive outside communication. Please attempt to recontact the receiver at a later time.

“The place is on lockdown. Doesn’t that usually mean that...there’s a shooter, or something going on, whatever that might be?” He asked as he hurriedly walked into the room.

“Yeah, usually.” Derek answered. “Wait a minute.” He said, as he walked past Spencer. “Hey, did you guys get any call from Seattle Mercy, saying that there was a shooter… or anything worth contacting authorities? We called because one of our agents is in there, and there was some...automatic message telling it was in lockdown.” He explained to one of the officers, as Hotch and some of the members stepped in.

“Yeah- We did, the chief called in about a few minutes ago, and we also received a few from people there. There were...a lot of calls.”

“So, can we help on the field? In any way?” Morgan asked.

“From what I know, some officers and SWAT are on there, and we’re not aware if he’s alone, or if he’s still in there, or not. So, I think some more help won’t hurt.”

“Did your chief already go there?” Hotch interrupted.

“Yeah, he left with some others.” He answered.

“Y/L/N might be still in there, if you told me she called in half an hour ago, she could have not managed to get out, and might have encountered him.” Morgan said.

“Whether she’s in there or not, we might be able to help.” Emily pointed out.

“I don’t know, if you said that the hospital is on lockdown, we won’t be able to reach him unless one of the persons working there encounters him.” The man said.

“Could we...be of any assistance?” Reid asked.

“Of course.” He said, which closed the conversation as him, and the rest of the team along with some officers left the building.

*

Y/N had heard her phone ring two times. 

The second ring was shorter. 

Someone called in to check on her, and she couldn’t even answer.

Am I about to die here?

What if they don’t find me in time?

I’m scared.

I hope that someone called in about that damn shooter, he’s going to kill other people.

It’s all my fault.

People are going to die.

Probably because of me.

Certainly because of me.

Just because I couldn’t even gather the courage to even shoot his leg to stop him.

I swore to myself that I wouldn’t let anyone die because of me.

I couldn’t have saved the girl that he had shot, and I could have saved the people that he’s probably going to shoot.

This is entirely my fault.

*

Lexie walked in the lobby, briefly running a hand on her forehead as she looked for Mark, walking in his direction once he was in sight.

“They want attending approval to do the.. auditory evoked potentials.” Lexie said, handing him papers.

“Kind of crazy, right? Think it’s serious?” Mark asks, as he flips through the pages after taking them.

“Can you just sign-” 

“Does Karev think it’s serious?”

“Mark-”

“I miss you.” He said, looking at her.

“Can you just sign the order?” She said, exasperated.

“Sir, you can’t leave this area, this place is in-” A nurse warned  as shots suddenly  echoed, causing everyone around to panic. Some ran away, as others got on the floor.

“Get down, get down!” Someone yelled.

A bit after the precipitation, Lexie crawls on the floor in the direction of the nurse’s station.

The nurse that had just spoken was shot.

She had died within a few seconds.

“No, no, no!” Lexie yelled in panic.

“Lexie, come on! We have to get out of here.” Mark took her arm, as he glanced around.

“She’s dead, she’s dead.” Lexie said.

“Come on, I’m getting you out of here.”He said, the grip on her arm slightly stronger as he raised her up and walked further into the corridor.

He kept his arm around Lexie’s neck, as his hand was covering part of her face to keep her safe as they walked in the direction of the closest elevator.

“Come on; come on!” He yelled after pressing the button.

The doors of the elevator opened, taking both of their breaths away at the sight in front of them.

Y/N was laying in the middle of the elevator, unconscious.

Her blood was forming a large pool beneath her on the side, some of it was also splattered on the ground, and on her right side, which was darker than the rest.

Mark had seen her just an hour ago, she was perfectly fine.

Alex suddenly walked in their direction, wondering why they were just there...standing in front of the elevator instead of going in.

“Guys what are you-” He said, before looking at the laying figure. “Is that y/l/n?”

They all stopped for a second.

“What the hell happened?” 

*

*

As they arrived at the location, the whole place was moving.

Helicopters were flying around, some officers were dispatched; each gathered in groups as they discussed the situation.

Prior to their arrival, one of the officers noticed their presence forward.

“One of my men called in about you on the way. BAU, right?”

“I’m the unit chief, SSA Hotchner.”

“Chief Harrison.” He answered, shaking his hand.

“What do you know about the situation?” 

“Not much. We got called in a bit ago by the chief himself after one of his interns found out that one of her colleagues had been shot, and after that, we got a few calls lasting a few seconds from what we presume employees and patients as well.”

“Is there any information about the guy?” Morgan asked.

“Not yet.” Harrison said.

“Y/L/N might be still in there.” Spencer pointed out.

“She probably encountered him.” Emily resumed.

“One of your agents?” He interrupted.

“Yes. She had gone here a few hours ago to talk to some of the doctors that had talked to victims, and didn’t answer since. She might have still been there when the lockdown was put.” Hotch informed.

“Alright, we’ll work on that.” He answered.

“Do you have uh...a technical analyst with you? The analysts right there might use some more help.” A younger man asked.

“Garcia?” Hotch called.

“On it sir.” Penelope answered, walking past them.

*

“I grabbed everything I could think of.” Lexie said, setting down the supplies around, as Mark set y/n down on the table.

“I- I should have done something. I had a damn gun.” She cried out.

“Y/N, you’ve been shot.” Mark said, loudly enough so that she could hear.

“We have to get her out of here. He could come back, Mark. We have to get her out of here.” She hurriedly said, visibly panicked.

“There’s no exit wound Sloan. We’re gonna have to flip her.” Alex said, looking at Lexie. “Lexie, grab her shoulders.”

“We have to get her out of here Mark.” Lexie said, looking around in panic.

“Lexie, she’s losing blood. We can’t move her. Now shut up and help!” Mark yelled as Lexie sprung into action, grabbing her right shoulder; a few groans of pain coming from y/n.

“Nothing. Damn, the bullet’s still in there somewhere. We’re gonna have to wing it.” He pointed out; as they slowly put her on her back again. “Start an IV. I’ll set up a chest tube.”

“You’re going to be ok, y/n. All right?” Lexie reassured her.

“He- He’s going to kill other people. I can’t-” Y/N hurried out.

“We’re in lockdown y/n. Someone must have called the police, they’re on their way.” Mark said.

“This is my fault- I...could have stopped him.” 

“Y/L/N, you froze. I know that you think you could have shot him, but you saw it, and froze. It’s a normal reaction.” Mark said.

“No, I’m a- fucking FBI agent, I could have done something. Shoot him in the leg or- something.”

“Y/N, it’s okay. Just calm down. All right?” Lexie asked.

“How can I- it’s my fault Lexie.”

“It’s not, you didn’t do anything wrong.” She reassured her, again.

“They’re going to get him.” Alex interrupted.

“Alright, you’re doing great y/n, really great. Now, I need to put in a chest tube. You’re with me, okay?” Mark checked in.

“A chest tube? No, I- I can’t. I’m ok, you don’t need to- cut me.” Y/N hurried out.

“Lexie, you get the betadine ready. I’ll do the rest, okay?” He asked.

“Okay.” She answered, applying betadine on a tissue on her skin. “Oh, god.”

As Mark began cutting into her skin, y/n let out a whimper, which quickly turned into a loud scream.

“Y/N, you have to calm down- Lexie, find a way not to make her scream.” Mark ordered.

“Oh my god- oh, god. Okay.” Lexie answered, turning back to Y/N. “Shh, it’s ok Y/N. You’re going to be okay.” 

“No, I’m- Shit!” Y/N yelled, before screaming again.

“Shut her up, Lexie. If that guy with the gun hears the screaming, he’s gonna head this way. Now do something to shut her up.”

“Ok, ok, Y/N? I know that it hurts, but you have to be quiet. Ok?” She asked, as she felt Y/N’s hand moving towards her. Lexie understood what she meant, as she gripped hers at hard as she could to attempt at distracting her.

“Y/N, I want you to try and take deep breaths- Lexie, talk to her, she needs to stay quiet..”

“Ok, ok. I...you’re gonna be okay Y/N. Just hang in there. I know everything hurts, but you have to hang in there.”

“Spencer’s waiting for you, hang in there. For him. All right?” Mark asked, as she slightly nodded. “Lexie, tell me her stats.”

“Yeah.” She answered, grabbing her stethoscope, as she put it on her chest, looking at the side as she thought. “BP’s 60/palp.” She answered after a minute.

“She’s like...losing a lot of blood.” Alex said.

“Damn it, she needs a transfusion. I don’t know what we’re going to do.” Mark pointed out.

“I’ll go. I’ll go get it.” Lexie volunteered.

“Lexie, that’s insane. I’ll go.” Alex interrupted.

"No. I don’t know what to do. You guys do. I don’t...I can’t do nothing.” Lexie protested, looking back at y/n. “Y/N? Hang in there, don’t die. Ok? I will be right back.” She put her hand on her cheek, slowly moving her thumb in circular motions. “I will be right back.” She took her hand away from her face, getting up from the table as she left the room, closing the door after her.

“Karev, go with her. I don’t want her to die.” Mark said.

“I wasn’t planning on it. I’ll be right back.” Alex answered, leaving the room.

“Hey, Mark?” Y/N asked, Mark looking at her. “ Try not to kill me. Please.”

“Doing my best.” He answered honestly.

*

What’s going on? Why are people getting out?” Emily asked, as she saw people getting out of the building.

“They’re visitors, it’s the policy. Room by room, floor by floor, before moving non-essential hospital personnel.” Harrison answered.

“Is the shooter out already? Do we know...who it is?” Reid asked, worriedly.

“No, it’s-” He said, getting interrupted by a voice playing on the computer behind.

“Dr. Owen Hunt from Seattle Grace…”

“Sir, we have sound.” Garcia informed.

“...we are coming out with a critical patient.”

“Dr. Torres. I’m up on peds, we’ve got a kid with a ruptured appendix.”

“Dr. Miranda Bailey. I’m on five.”

“...he shot a doctor. In the ICU.”

“There are two dead security guards…”

“This guy, six-one, graying hair, mustache…”

“Dr. Charles Percy’s been shot…please come, we need help up here.”

“He killed a nurse...and shot an FBI agent, Y/N Y/L/N. Dr. Karev is with me. We’ve got a GSW to the chest, I need a way outta here if she’s gonna make it. “

“He’s looking for the chief. Specifically the chief.”

“He shot him. He shot Derek Shepherd, right in front of us. We need help-”

They all stared at the computer for a moment, not saying a word, no one knew how to react.

Y/N was still in there, and as planned, she encountered him. 

On top of that, at least seven potential victims had been shot, and approx. five of them were deceased.

From the calls, three were potentially still alive, but it wasn’t guaranteed that they’d survive.

“Wait, did he say Y/N’s name?” Reid asked.

“Yeah, the- the name on it was Mark Sloan.” Garcia confirmed. “He’s with Y/N and...Alex Karev.”

“Didn’t we briefly talk to them last time?” Morgan interrogated.

“Yeah, in another case.” Hotch answered.

“Don’t worry, that guy’s gotta be pretty talented, I think he’s an attending. That means he’s gotta be pretty good at it. She’s going to be okay.” Morgan reassured Spencer upon seeing his expression.

“I really hope so.” 

“So, are we cleared to go in there, or do we have to wait furthermore?” Emily interrupted.

“If some members of your team have already done that kind of stuff, the SWAT team at the entry won’t mind some assistance to clear the floors.”

“Okay then.” Hotch answered, turning to them. “Reid, you feel okay to go in there?” He asked before moving on.

“Of course Hotch. I’m fine, don’t worry.” Spencer confirmed.

“Alright. We’ll make a brief plan with them before entering. They’re aware that we are here to assist as I discussed with them, so there shouldn’t be complications.” Hotch explained, as everyone sprung into action.

*

*

“You gotta talk with Lexie.” Y/N said.

“What?” 

“You have- to talk with her. You guys like each other.”

“She’s moved on y/l/n, I can’t force her.”

“You can. It’s not like they’re married with two kids, you still can.”

“I wish it was as easy as you’re telling.”

“It’s gonna get better, trust me. I’m happy for Karev, but she’s not for him. You- You’re made for her.”

“Okay, I will...I’ll talk to her. But you gotta hang in there, cause they’re gonna be back any minute. Spencer is gonna be back any minute. Karev and Grey had to go to the blood bank.”

“They’re going to be okay though? They have to.”

“Of course they’re going to be. Don’t worry about that, you have to hang in there until Spencer comes. He’s head over heels for you, you can’t go.”

“I know. I have to see him...the team...all of them, again.”

“You will.”

*

None of them were reassured by the silence of the corridor as they made their way through it.

Lexie was pushing down a cart with supplies on it, as Alex was behind her. He looked behind him; when Lexie suddenly stopped.

When he looked back in front of him as he wondered why she wasn’t moving;

They both saw him.

Right in front of them.

“Mr. Clark…” Lexie said.

“I didn’t plan to shoot all those people.” Gary explained.

“Of course, you didn’t. No, you were sad...you were grieving.”

“I only planned to shoot Dr. Shepherd. And Dr. Webber.” He enunciated. “...and you.” He said, as he pointed his gun at her. “You unplugged the machines. Your hands killed my Allison.” He said, as he lifted the hand that held his gun and then;

a shot echoed through the corridor.

The silence lasted a few seconds, as Lexie sat up, slightly getting her head out of the cart to glance in front of her.

Gary was on the floor, barely moving, as he raised himself up, his face scrunching up in pain because of the gunshot wound he had received in his left shoulder.

After checking that Alex and herself weren’t injured, she took a deep breath, looking behind her.

Two people were behind, she recognized one of them from the last time, but the other remained unknown. The man with the FBI vest signaled with his hand that they could move forward, and after a few breaths, she stood up with Alex, running back to the room with him.

“Is she dead?” Lexie asks, as Alex closes the room behind them.

“She’s unconscious. Her vitals are tanking, and there’s nothing more I can do for her.” Mark answers.

“Don’t die, y/n. Please don’t die.” She said, running a hand on her forehead. “I unplugged his wife. I’m so sorry, this was my fault, not yours. Don’t die, do you hear me? Your team is waiting for you.”

*

“We got a name. Gary Clark.” Harrison said.

“Did you say Gary Clark?” A man approaches. 

“Yes, but, may I...know who you are?”

“I’m Richard Webber, the uh...chief, former chief- Look, this is my hospital.”

“Do you know something about him, perhaps?”

“Yes. Gary Clark’s wife was a patient here. She was my patient. He’s suing the hospital, why?” Webber asked, as the chief glanced at him. He didn’t even need to answer, because both of them knew what this was about.

“He’s the shooter.” Morgan said.

*

“JJ?” Y/N asks.

“Y/N? It’s Lexie.” Lexie walks forward, sitting up on the table.

“JJ, I’m sorry. This was my fault. Don’t go. I’m sorry.”

“I’m...I’m not going anywhere.” She answers.

“You came here JJ. You came.” 

“Yeah, I came here. It’s going- It’s going to be okay.” Lexie reassures.

“Don’t leave, please.”

“I won’t. I won’t ever leave you y/n. Me, and the team...can’t wait to see you again. They need you-” Lexie said, as the sound of the door interrupted them.

Hotch, and two other SWAT agents enter the room, looking around before talking. 

“The floor is clear. We’re going to evacuate you now.” The SWAT agent informs, as Lexie takes a relieved breath, a tear falling from her eye.

*

“We’ve cleared the floor, and we’ll clear the others.” Harrison explained to Webber.

“You’ve got- five guys searching over 150,000 square feet of hospital-”

“The BAU’s with them. Don’t worry. He’s not getting out of there.” He said, as he turned around. “Garcia?”

“Yes, sir?” Penelope answered.

“Pull a DMV photo of Gary Clark. Have Dr. Webber confirm. And shut down the elevators. We wanna isolate this guy.”

“Where can I find him sir?” She asks.

“He’s right over…” He turned around...but he’s nowhere to be seen. “Shit.”

*

“Gunshot wound to the right chest. We put in a chest tube. She’s gotten three liters of LR, and two units of packed cells.” Mark informed, as him, Lexie and a paramedic are pushing the gurney. 

“Alright, get her into an ambulance. Call Seattle Pres, let them know we’re coming!” Teddy said after she arrived.

“I- I need to update that chart. She’s going to be okay, right?” Lexie asked, worried, but Teddy didn’t answer. She glanced at her, and went with the paramedic. 

“You’re one of y/n colleagues, right?” Alex asked.

“Yes, Hotchner. We...already came here for a previous case.”

“Yeah, I talked a bit with her. She also briefly came, when she was out of work. Sloan did his best, she...I hope she’s going to make it. Him and Lexie talked a bit about a guy named...Spencer. Is it her boyfriend?”

“If I’m not wrong, they’ve grown pretty close, so...maybe.” Hotch assumed.

“Oh, well, I’m sure he’s going to be happy to see her. She should make it.” Alex presumed.

“Of course. Excuse me.” Hotch said, heading back to where Garcia and the chief were. “Where did the guy go?”

“Webber? I don’t know. We...were about to ask him to confirm Gary Clark’s identity, but he just...disappeared.”

“Do you think he...went inside?” Harrison questioned.

“Most likely.” Hotch answered.

*

As the automatic doors opened upon Webber’s arrival, the corridor was deadly quiet. 

He stepped in, looking around to see if anyone’s there.

On the floor, close to a room, a doctor laid on the floor, shot in the chest. His eyes remained open, and blood was pouring from his wound to the side.

Richard walked towards an ICU room, noticing Clark sitting on a chair next to the bed, holding his gun in his right hand.

“I’ve been looking for you.” Clark said.

“I’ve been looking for you.” Webber answered, as Clark laughed.

“You wanna know something funny? Do you?” He asked two questions, raising his gun at the second.

“Ok.” Richard said.

“Five days ago, when I brought this gun- did you know you could buy a gun at a superstore? They have a whole section off at aisle eight. A gun section.” He said, chuckling. “Anyway, when I brought the ammunition- ammo. I brought a whole bunch of it ‘cause it was on sale. And then this morning, when I was packing it into my coat, I didn’t have enough room for all of it in my pockets...because; I wanted to bring my flask.” He held it in his right hand, as Richard glanced at it. 

“You mind?” Gary handed the flask to him, and Richard stepped  forward, twisting the cap open before giving back to him, as he took a large sip from it. “I’m not much of a drinker...but I figured I’d need some liquid courage. You want some?” He offered.

“No, thanks.” He answers.

“The funny part is…” He said, chuckling again. “I didn’t need a drink until now. Right now. And the only reason I need a drink is because...I only have one bullet left.” He announced, as his smile dropped, revealing a serious face. “I left bullets at home because I thought I’d need a drink. And the only reason I need a drink is because I don’t have enough bullets!” He laughs at it for a few seconds once again, taking a serious face as he takes a stronger grip on his gun. “See, I was gonna kill you...shoot you right in the face, watch you suffer and die. And then I was gonna shoot myself...but I only have one bullet left.”

“Then it seems you have a bit of a problem.” Webber assumed.

“I do. I do. I have one hell of a problem.” He agrees. “You sure you don’t want a drink?” He asked, handing the flask to Richard, as he stepped forward after a short moment of hesitation. 

When he takes it, he brings it to his nose, smelling it.

“Vodka. That’s nice.” He said, putting the flask upside down as the liquid poured down on the floor.

“Hey.” He warned, before Webber raised his right hand.

“What’s it gonna be, Mr. Clark? Me or you?” Richard asked, throwing the flask on the bed afterwards. “You shoot me, SWAT’s gonna get you. And they’re not gonna shoot you; they’re gonna capture you and take you to prison.” He explained. “You shoot yourself, then you’re free. Done. Maybe you get to see your wife again. So you have a choice to make. Me or you? A life in prison? Or an afterlife with your wife?”

“Screw you.” He pointed his gun higher, towards his head.

“See, I’ve lived. I mean, I’ve really, really lived.” He answers. “I’ve failed, I’ve been devastated. I’ve been broken. I’ve gone to hell and back. And I’ve also known joy, and passion. And I’ve had a great love. See, death for me; is not justice. It’s the end of a beautiful journey; and...I’m not afraid to die. The question is...are you?” He asked. “A life in prison...or an afterlife, with your wife. Me or you. Your choice.” He enunciated as silence took over the whole room as they glanced at each other.

In the corridor, three SWAT agents, along with Spencer, Derek and Emily made their way in the area, their guns drawn in front of them as they explored the surroundings.

Reid heads to one of the ICU room with Morgan, as suddenly;

a gunshot echoes.

No one moves.

The sound disappears only a few seconds after the impact.

When they’re cleared to move forward by one of the SWAT agents standing at the end of the corridor, they walked in the room.

Clark’s eyes are closed, a gunshot wound on his forehead. 

The gun is next to the chair, it had probably fallen down from his hands after he had shot.

Webber was sitting on a bed, a calm -but disturbed expression- on his face as he looked at them.

Everyone lowered their weapons.

It was over.

*

*

When they had made their way back outside, Spencer had noticed that some ambulances were outside. Taking injured people in.

He began looking for y/n.

But he didn’t see her.

Is she already back there?

Did she...no. 

She has to be okay.

Upon seeing Spencer’s worried expression, Hotch stepped forward, putting a hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

“Reid. Look at me.” Hotch ordered. “They took her in an ambulance to Seattle Pres. We don’t know if she’s going to make it yet, but I know she’s going to make it. Y/L/N’s not anyone. She had many trips at the hospital, and always came back strong as ever. So, she’s going to be okay. All right?”

“Yeah, she’s going to make it. I know she will.” Spencer sniffed, taking a deep breath.

“Come on, kid. Let’s go there.” Morgan checked in with him, as Spencer nodded, walking along with him.

Hotch briefly checked in with the other officers before leaving, as they thanked them for their assistance as well. 

When y/n had left the station just hours ago, none of them thought she’d end up leaving with a gunshot wound in her chest, ending up in a pretty bad shape that had almost killed her.

But, she’s going to be fine.

That’s probably what everyone repeated to themselves as they made their way there.

She has to be.

For everyone’s sake.

*

Among all the hospital trips many of them in the team have had in the previous years, from start to this day, they can honestly say without hesitating that they’ve had their fair dose of heart attacks.

But what they couldn’t, and still can’t bear, is to lose one of their loved ones.

Each of them dealt with the pain differently, but it never...completely goes away, and, if Y/N hadn’t managed to make it, or if they hadn’t even found her in the first place...no one would have been able to imagine the pain it would cause afterwards.

As Mark had told them a bit of what happened back there, when he was just signing papers and then; it all happened so fast.

A nurse talked; and that was it.

He drew his gun and shot.

He had killed one of the nurses, and just went on.

When he had gone to the elevator with Lexie, as Alex came a bit after, y/n had unfortunately encountered him; and could have lost her life if they hadn’t gone there and taken the stairs, for example.

It was all luck, that they had managed to survive.

One of them could have gotten shot when he had shot bullets in the lobby, or when Lexie and Alex returned from the blood bank, or randomly when they were saving y/n.

He could have gotten here.

He might not have killed all of them, but probably one or two of them, if he had decided to spare the remaining ones.

No one could have predicted it.

They’ve been...quite lucky to be able to get out of here alive.

Reed, Charles, and some other doctors, nurses, and even security guards had been the consequences of his anger, and unfortunately lost their lives.

Everyone will have its own trauma from it.

It won’t really go away, but, perhaps lessen with time.

Some will pretend to be fine, to...draw away from the problems, ignore them to not have to deal with it all over again.

Some will need time to recover from it, and won’t totally be themselves for a while, it’ll be difficult for them to not get triggered by something that’d make them think of what happened.

But, everyone will get better, at their rhythm, time, even if it’ll take more than a few months.

There isn’t a specific time to recover, everyone deals with trauma differently.

Not any of them know how y/n will do, if she’s gonna stay stuck in the same place, pretend to be fine and let of the pain stuck inside, ready to explode at any time, but, they know that, if she’s aware of it, she won’t let it put others at risks.

With all of what happened, she knew when she had reached her limit, and postponed her work temporarily until she was able to function better.

They’ll all be there for her, none of them ever planned on letting her down.

Of course, there will be days where she’ll need to be alone, everyone needs to be sometimes.

But, again, they won’t really know how she’ll react, so they can’t do anything but be with her, as much as possible.

They were just..really glad to know that she had made it, mainly.

*

As they had expected, the part when Y/N had woken up seemed kind of difficult.

She had gotten shot, lost a lot of blood, had to get cut so that Mark could put a chest tube, her vitals were tanking, and she just had another operation to get the bullet out, so...all of these combined were pretty tough.

They also had to intubate her, and eventually, remove the tube from her throat when she was waking up, as being intubated while you’re awake isn’t really...comfortable.

It wasn’t a bother for them to wait, the case was basically done, and the paperwork could eventually wait until they got back, it didn’t really matter.

Mark had said in advance that she’d need a bit of time to take in her surroundings, and that they shouldn’t startle her.

Spencer would have almost done all of the opposite, he couldn’t be happier than when he had seen all the things that would reassure him such as, the steady heartbeat on the monitor, her chest rising up and down, and when she woke up, her eyes opening.

He couldn’t be more relieved than from a single sight.

They couldn’t all enter the room, so only Spencer, Morgan and Hotch were in.

Spencer had sat next to the bed, as Morgan was sitting a bit further. Hotch was standing in the corner of the room, taking in the sight.

“...I kinda feel cornered right now.” Y/N said, earning a laugh from them.

“You really scared the hell out of us.” Morgan informed. 

“It was scary on my side too, so...we’re quits.” She pointed out. “By the way...did they catch him?”

“No. He killed himself before we got in.”

“For god’s sake. I don’t even know if I’m supposed to be mad or not. The look on his face. It had something. He wasn’t...I don’t know.”

“Apparently, he had...lost his wife. And, he...didn’t mean to kill all those people. Only the chief, Dr. Webber, and...Lexie.”

“They were all innocent, Spencer.”

“I know.”

“Gosh, I’m never going to a hospital without someone else again. I thought I was going to die there.”

“We all hoped you’d turn out to be okay, the whole day. You survived thanks to Dr.Grey, Sloan, Karev and also, Dr. Altman. She stabilized you again, and you made it.”

“I know. I’m grateful for that.”

“Do you want to see them? They’ve been asking about you, and haven’t left since.” Hotch asked.

“Sure, send them in.” She agreed, as Hotch opened the door, making a brief sign with his hand. 

A few footsteps were heard, as three familiar faces appeared.

"Y/L/N, you’re awake! Not gonna thank your savior?” Mark joked.

"Whether you'd say it or not, of course I'd thank you. I'm mostly alive because of you guys."

"I'm glad you're okay. Genius, over there was really worried. I thought he was going to pass out when you were still unconscious." Mark explained.

"I was just a bit dizzy. Nothing...much." 

“It’s okay. I would have fainted if it would have been any of you guys. You can admit it Spencer.”

"No, I...it's okay."

"If you say so." She accepted his answer, letting it slide off. "When can I go...by the way?" She asked.

"You'll be able to go back to Quantico in two days max, you've already shown great progress, so it shouldn't be a problem for your discharge." Mark informed.

"If you miss us, we'll come by Quantico if we all happen to have time. You guys don't have ferry boats, which sucks, but we'll make an exception for y/n." Alex said.

"It's only five hours if we travel by plane, so it's pretty fine." Lexie pointed out.

"I'll also come back, but...not right away to the hospital."

"Yeah, we get it. We'll probably take a few days off." Alex admitted.

"So, if we both have days off, can I stay there?"

"We'll eventually have to go if we get a case." Hotch said.

"I'll have surgeons with me in case I fall down the stairs. I'll be safe."

"You sure you won't miss me too much?" Spencer asked y/n.

"Of course I'll do. That's why I don't want a new case."

"Let's hope we get some free time then." Morgan interrupted.

"Then I have to get on a ferry as soon as I'm well enough. I'm definitely not leaving without doing it." Y/N said.

"Don't worry, we'll definitely go on it." Mark said.

"We better. That'll be fun for all of us, we've all earned it."

"You say it." Mark agreed. "I'm gonna have to be careful with my words though, y/l/n has a boyfriend now."

"You don't stand a chance against Spencer, sorry." She admitted to Mark.

"Damn, you always manage to find ways to hurt me each time. That's really mean." 

"What can I say? I'm just pointing out the truth."

"Yeah but, your truth is kind of...harsh."

"Not always."

"What's the exception? You never did it with me." 

"He knows the exception." She points at Spencer. "I love him, and that's the pure truth, the other truth."

"Really?" Spencer asked.

"Does it look like I'm lying? You're supposed to be a good profiler."

"No, you're not lying. I love you too."

"You don't have to be embarrassed about it, pretty boy. It's okay." Morgan interrupted.

"They already heard us saying that, so...you don't really have to be embarrassed, Spence."

"It’s just a bit weird."

"It isn’t to me Reid."

"There’s just...a lot of people here.”

“Ok, would you mind giving us a minute guys?” Y/N asked, as everyone agreed, leaving with a few words. “Now it’s just the two of us. What did you want to say?”

“I...just; really, really, like you, and...even if it’s...really recent, I couldn’t imagine having to hear that you didn’t make it. Because, I don’t just want a few months, I want much more than that. And, what happened back there really scared the hell out of me.”

“I know. It scared me too. I also really wanted to see you. But, I’m okay now. You don’t have to worry. I’m never going anywhere without someone with me, ever again.”

“Then you’ll have to get pretty used to having me around.”

“It’s not a problem at all. I look forward to it.”

“I’ll never leave though, we might end up moving together at this rate.”

“Your apartment is sort of like a 24/7 open library, and it’s quite nice. So, I won’t mind. I also have my own genius.”

“I’ll always be your genius, right?”

“Always.”

*

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On The Brink

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amelia nodded in reply and they entered the room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amelia smiled back at her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Owen finally looked up at her as their eyes met.

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

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

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

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

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

His heart sank when there was no response from her.

He squeezed her hand.

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

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

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

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

Owen sighed sadly as there was no response from Megan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay.”

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

“Someone should probably readjust her.” Owen suggested.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[chaosandken]

surf 🏄‍♀️

Kaimelia + surf

"How did I get so lucky?"

Amelia was sitting on the beach at Addison's house, she and her sister stretched out on a blanket, enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun. She watched her sexy, tall neuroscientist easily balance on their surfboard, looking more perfect than she could ever imagine.

"You really like them, huh?" Addison asked. It had been several months since they had started seeing one another, and Amelia had finally gotten around to taking Kai on a little vacation to LA to meet her second family.

Amelia turned to Addison, smile on her face, then turned back to watch as Kai smoothly rode on a wave, their toned abdomen and long legs glistening in the sunlight.

"I really do," she responded.

"I guess it doesn't hurt that they're a sexy surfer, either," Addie joked with a chuckle. She leaned closer to her sister, lowering her voice so her son and husband, building a sand castle a few feet away, couldn't hear. "Is the sex good?"

"Addie...you have no idea."