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edgeofmyniall · 3 years

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The Arrival: Part Two

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trigger warning: descriptive telling of a miscarriage

The warm air hits Niall like a sudden force that kicks him in the stomach. His hand still lingers on the crook of Penelope’s back and he knows all too well that his heart is screaming for her. One look from her and he feels like he could vomit.

It had always been that way for him when it came to Penelope Myers. She could make his thoughts dizzy, his heart sing, and his stomach knot with one singular look. If love was illegal, he would forever be in the top ten most wanted criminal in the world. He was absolutely, without a doubt, still in love with Poppy.

Until he started to notice that Poppy cared for more of the material things than himself. Her gaze would linger on the necklaces and rings that he presented her when she thanked him. She could not stop praising the new car that sat in the garage when she called her mom. It was him that worked hard and gave Poppy the nicer things in life. And she failed to respect him in the way that Niall seemed fit.

She was shallow, only loving him for the diamond on her hand and the car she drives.

“How have you two been?” Amelia asks as her drink slings against the carpet. Clearly under the buzz of wine, she pulls both Niall and Poppy into a forced hug, letting her Yorkshire accent free from her imprisonment. The pretend couple look at one another before Amelia lets her grip go, forcing smiles on their faces. “Been a lot of rumors going about… a divorce, an affair? Not the two of you, I say,” Amelia smiles, genuinely believing her friends were still together. “Aren’t you two trying to have a baby?”

Poppy cradles her torso in an unconscious decision-grief swallowing her whole. Niall presses his hand tighter around Poppy’s back, pulling her closer to him. They had been, trying, to say the least. Until one night Poppy woke up with bloody sheets and her torso feeling as if it’s been ripped open. Niall grieved only for a few weeks that his wife miscarried, but Poppy still grieves in silence.

Three Years Ago

“Niall,” Poppy whined, her stomach feeling torn to shreds. She had woken from a deep slumber to the intense pain that scratched and clawed at her torso. She felt weak, both physically and mentally. She thought it might have been the food she had eaten for dinner, but it was more than that. She felt the loss move through her body. She moved her legs closer to her chest trying relieve the pain somehow. “Niall, please… I-”

“What is it?” Niall sat up, leaning on one arm as he turned toward his wife whose tears had soaked into her pillow. “What’s wrong?” Niall tries to wrap his arm around Poppy’s shaking body when he feels the dampness on the sheets. Quickly he turns on the lamp beside the bed and tosses the white sheets off Poppy’s body. The dark red liquid had stained the entirety of Poppy’s side of the bed. In the scene of life or death, Niall watches his wife lose the greatest joy she had. Still crouched in the fetal position, Penelope screams out as another wave of pain courses through her body. Her back muscles were tight contracting with the pain as her lower abdomen pulsates its muscles with the pain. Niall’s heart races as he becomes frantic. His breathing is erratic as he scoops his wife into his arms and carries her downstairs.

“Please, please, please not the baby,” was the only thing that ran across his mind.

“It hurts, Niall. I can’t-” Poppy tries to speak through the tears and the gut wrenching pain, but fails as she buries her head into Niall’s chest as she cries.

“Baby, shhh, it’ll be alright,” Niall lied, panic rising in his chest, trying his best to soothe his wife. He awkwardly opens the back seat of his car and lays Poppy down gently before racing back up the stairs to grab his phone.

“Sam, get an emergency cleaning crew to my house as soon as fucking possible,” Niall tries to steady his request, but it comes off more as a demand. “I’m taking Penelope to the ER. Cancel all my meetings for tomorrow or today or what the fuck ever day it is. My wife lost my child and I- '' Niall screams into the empty house as tears fall down his face. His body shakes as he hits his fist into the wall, putting a hole into the painted drywall. “I got to go.” Niall shoves the phone into the pocket of his checkered pajama pants and flies to the nearest emergency room.

“Sir,” the doctor, a young and fairly new attendant, walks into the room. She carries herself in a way that one would when delivering bad news. Niall had been waiting in the hard metal chair while Poppy was rushed into the operating room. “Your wife has lost a lot of blood and she could have lost her life if you hadn’t made it here in time.”

“What about the baby?” Niall’s eyes wide as he takes in the unspoken words. He could read between the lines. “What about my baby?”

“The fetus did not make it,” the doctor’s face scrunched as she tried to break the life changing news. She tried so hard to stop her own tears from falling. “Penelope wasn’t far along and in the first trimester there is-”

“Eighty percent chance that a miscarriage could happen. I know, I researched everything when Poppy told me.” Niall hung his head and wept as the doctor stood in the solidary of Niall’s grief. “Is my wife okay? Did she make it?” Niall’s voice cracked at the thought of losing his best friend. His life would be shambles if he ever lost Poppy.

“She’s in the recovery room asking for you. Penelope, it seems that she does have polycystic ovarian syndrome. It’s a condition that affects her hormone levels. Penelope has more male hormones than she should. PCOS makes it hard for women to become pregnant…”

“We had a hard time… We had an appointment to start with In Vetro, but then she was pregnant by some miracle,” Niall looked at the speckled white floor tiles, trying to steady his voice.

“The high levels of testosterones caused the miscarriage. Mister Horan,” the doctor crossed her hands in front of her body. “I’m sorry for your loss.” Niall knew the doctor was truly sincere when she apologized, but nothing, no words, could bring his growing baby back.

Niall’s trek to the recovery room seemed never ending. He wanted to reach his wife and to hold her close so badly that the white walls and floors of the hospital were an endless maze. Niall curses at the barriers that are keeping him from his wife, his best friend, that needed him. He tried so hard to hold himself together when he saw his wife, laying in a stiff hospital bed hooked up to beeping monitors. He watched her heart rate continuously flash across the screen. He held her hand, still soft and gentle just like the first time he held her hand.

“I’m sorry,” Poppy said. Her eyes were still closed and heavy from the pain medication, but she knew the warmth of her husband’s hand. “It’s all my fault. My body... I-” Poppy’s voices cracked under the weight of her words. Everything she tried to say was too burdensome to speak. The invisible barrier between them was overshadowing both of them and Niall had already begun to crack under it.

“No. No, no, no,” Niall repeated as he pushed the wet, sticky tendrils of light colored hair out of Poppy’s face, his voice finally cracking. He tried to be strong for his wife when she was at her weakest, but the sight of one of the strongest people he knew lying in a bed in grief that consumed her broke him. It was not her fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, but maybe his own. If he would have watched more closely for the signs, anything, he might have prevented this from happening. Pale and sickly cold with sweat, Niall smiles at the angel with dark circles under her eyes as if she was the inspiration of the Mona Lisa. Poppy swallows hard as she brings her husband’s hand to her lips, the touch of his hand to her skin causes another wave of tears. She had failed him and the baby. “We’ll try again.”

“We’re...giving it some time,” Poppy dances on the right words to say. She dares not speak of anything that might give any indication of what’s happened. She curses herself for living a secret life.

“Ah, well, it’ll come. All good things come when in their own time, innit that right, Niall? The business hasn’t been doing well, yeah?” Amelia’s eyes flicker with sarcasm as Niall swallows his anger. He knew deep down that Amelia had always been jealous of his success- the way that the business skyrocketed when the firm had helped their country in the decrease of pollution. He wants to say what he’s really thinking, what he really thinks of Amelia and her winery, but instead, he only gives back what Amelia dished.

“Same could be said for you and Maxwell? Or is it Josh this week?” Amelia laughs, hurt and anger flash across her face, a look that would kill Niall where he stood. Poppy nudges Niall with her elbow and whispers, “Be nice” after Amelia disappears to fetch the unlucky lad of the week.

“I am. Being nice. Did you hear what she said about the business? Jesus Christ I could twist her head off. Ah, here is the lucky man. Name’s Niall.” Niall extends his hand out to the tall, tanned male who looks to belong in a magazine. His blonde hair is gelled back with a tiny curl swooping down his forehead. He flashes his teeth when he smiles.

“Jayden. Nice to meet you and Miss?” Jayden almost bows as he looks at Poppy. “Mrs. Poppy, Niall’s...wife.” The word is a lie and it tastes bitter in Poppy’s mouth. She wishes she could get used to the taste by now, but it still is just the same. Poppy looks at Jayden, who is still holding her hand. Niall clears his throat as he pulls Poppy closer to him.

“Leave your luggage by the door,” Amelia says before folding her arm around Jayden’s and showing them Justin’s home. As if they actually needed it. It was only to show off that the successful business couple came back to their roots, even if for a little while.

“Now, tell me,” Amelia whispered when Niall wandered over to the bar to collect a bottle of bourbon, “I saw a ginger hussie standing over Niall with her breasts all out when I came by the office one day to drop off some of my samples. I tried putting in the code on the gate at your house, but it wouldn’t work, but you would know that if you ever returned my calls.”

“Sorry about that, Millie, I’ve been busy with the magazine. Niall said she’s the new intern.” Poppy hates the taste of lies, boiling inside her as she spews one after another.

“Well, she was all over him, and Niall was eating that shit up. I swear, I almost threw the bitch off the balcony meself.” Amelia’s brow furrowed as she looked up to her friend. “If the rumors are true…”

“No!” Poppy said a little too quickly and loudly, “I mean, no they aren’t. I trust Niall. He knows what he comes home to.” Poppy smiles reassuringly, but doubts her words. Does he really know her the way that Poppy does? Poppy only disciplines herself for ever believing that she knew Niall. She never did.

“Well, I trust you. I know that you would never lie to me cuz you’re me best friend, and I love you so fuckin’ much,” Amelia’s words slurred as brought her friend in for another hug. Poppy’s heart sank as the lies burned in her mouth. She could never take them back, and if her friend ever found out, their trust would be severed and the domino effect would begin.

“I just hate that we’re together again under these circumstances. Justin was…” Poppy tried to find the words to describe what Justin meant to her. He had been her friend throughout college, and they had been close until the divorce. She was angry at Justin for keeping his cancer a secret from her for so long. She wanted to help, but Justin reassuringly let her know that unless she held the power of God, that there wasn’t anything that she could do.

“Amazing, to say the least,” Amelia finished her friend’s sentence. Poppy looked over to Niall who stood next to Alex with a smile wide across his face. He was firmly gripping his glass of red wine when he looked over to his ex-wife and felt an old happiness and yearning for her. He swallowed the feeling down as he sipped his wine, cursing himself for letting his guard down. He still loved her.

Two Years Ago

“Where were you last night?” Poopy asks, her hands crossed against her chest. “Where the fuck were you?” She cocks a brow as she looks at her husband who remained silent. The cold grey morning seeped into the pale white living room where the two were standing. Niall had only just come inside when Poppy stood at the base of the stairs. Her eyes, rimmed with red from worry and tears, watches her husband as he tosses his briefcase to the floor.

“I was out, alright?” Niall sighed as he looked Poppy in her swollen eyes. He didn’t call her. Not even after the floods of texts and calls, Niall never once picked up his phone.

“Where?” Poppy asks, her voice sharp as a knife. She could feel the tears brimming over the edge of her lids and her mouth formed a frown. She thought of the worst.

“I was at the office late with reports,” Niall walked over to Poppy kissing her temple as he pulled her close. “I fell asleep. I should have called.”

“I was…” Poppy folded her arms around her husband and sighed, “I was so worried.” Poppy's head rests inside the crook of Niall’s neck and as she breathes in her husband, she breathes in the musk of a perfume she didn’t recognize.

“I’m going to take a shower and then we can go see your mother, okay?” Niall asked as he let his embrace go. It was foreign to her now. Who was this Niall standing in front of her now? The faint outline of red lipstick still stained his skin where she kissed him. It was smudged, like Niall had tried to vigorously rub the act of possession away.

“Yeah, sure.”

One by one, the two are reunited with old friends that they had lost contact with over the years. Each time, the two forced smiles and laughter for shared memories and explanations. No one dares to address the rumors that the couple are no longer together. That would mean facing the truth and digging up each lie they’ve spoken over the past year. Hours passed and the two felt as if they had finally come home after wandering around for years. Niall steals a quick glance from Poppy who is laughing at a joke that Jayden said. He wants to rescue her as he watches her subtly flirt with the stranger. His fear of losing Poppy had come true, by his own demise, but here in the warm fire scented room, he felt that he could lose Poppy all over again.

“Where’s our rooms?” Niall finally asks after sharing a chardonnay with Alex, Justin’s long time girlfriend. Alex tried to keep the wine from coming up when Niall asked his question. Niall felt the secret becoming like loose strands the longer he stood there in front of his friends.

“Rooms? You and Poppy only need one, unless…”

“No, none of it’s true. Just misspoke is all,” Niall swallows the last of the wine in hopes of the conversation and upcoming questions dying. The bottle of unopened bourbon still stands on their suitcases waiting for Niall’s lips to taste.

“Last door on the left upstairs. The usual room,” Alex cocks a brow when Niall strides over to Poppy and pulls her in the direction of the luggage.

“Grab your bags and let’s go,” Niall breathes hard, angry at himself for letting the one word almost unravel the lie they’re both living. “We’re in our old room.”

“One room? We’re sharing?” Poppy asks as she pulls the handle out of her rolling suitcase. “Are you sure?”

“They don’t know, Penelope,” he growls, looking Poppy in the eyes before trudging upstairs leaving Poppy to her own demise.

They don’t know.

She has to repeat this to herself, reminding her that while life moved forward for the two of them, their friends are stuck in the past.

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herewegobacktomoon · 3 years

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I can’t keep up

This fanfic was inspired by a prompt left in the comments on , where theey asked me to write about a situation where Maya comes to Grey Sloan to go home together with Carina, but when she enters the office she finds her asleep on her desk after a long shift. I hope you’ll like it. Let me know what you think!

It was 7.30 pm and Maya had just finished her shift: it had been an endless day of work where they had to rescue an entire family whose house caught fire because of a gas leak, but putting it out had been way more difficult than they expected.

She was extremely tired, every part of her body was aching, except for her heart: it was beating fast, almost jumping out of her chest at the thought of finally being able to see Carina. On her way to the door, she tried to call Carina, so that she would have known where to wait her, but she didn't answer. She tried to call her again, two or three times, but there was no sign of Carina. Thinking that her girlfriend had probably got stuck in a long unexpected surgery, by the moment her shift should have been over at 6, she headed to Grey Sloan to see what was happening.

As soon as she stepped into the hospital, she bumped into Amelia Shepherd, who welcomed her all covered up, wearing two masks and a face shield to protect her, but with smiling eyes: “Hey Maya! How is it going? Have you come to rescue your girlfriend?” she said jokingly.

“Well, it's hard but everything's ok, luckily. What about you? Yes, I've come to look for her, she didn't answer my phone calls, so I thought she was in the middle of some kind of last-time surgery or stuff like that..” answered Maya smiling.

“Yes, we're all good, thanks! Ehm..Actually I haven't seen Carina for at least one hour, but she should be in her office. It has been a very tough day, above all for her...Go check on her, as you probably know, she doesn't talk too much about what she goes through...” Maya nodded in approval, now looking a bit concerned, thanking Amelia and heading straight to Carina's office.

As she entered the room, she said softly: “Hi bella, I've missed you. I tried to call you earlier but you didn't answer me. Is everything ok?”. After closing the door, she turned around, in order to be able to see Carina, and she couldn't help but smile. The Italian was all curled up, with her head on her desk, hiding between her arms, still with her scrub on: Maya could tell she had fallen asleep at least an hour ago, as she didn't make a move at the sound of the door closing. She walked towards her, hesitating a little: she stared at her, with eyes full of love, thinking that Carina was the best thing that could have ever happened to her. Then she got closer and when she was right in front of her, she lowered to kiss her head, gently stroking it, but Carina didn't move.

Trying to wake her up without scaring her, Maya crouched, putting her hands on Carina's thighs, caressing them and looking up to her face: “Hey babe, wake up...are you ok?” she whispered. She didn't want to ruin her sleep, but she knew it wasn't good for her to sleep that way and in that office. After a few seconds, Carina slowly turned her head, struggling to open her eyes: as she saw Maya, she tried to put herself together, even though her movements were still a little bit delayed: “Oh my God, I'm sorry Bella, I was checking a patient's report and I must have fallen asleep. I'm sorry, I'm...” Carina anxiously stated, suddenly waken up by an as implacable as unexplained worry.

Maya smiled at her, pressing a soft kiss against her lips: “Don't worry bella, no problem for me. I've really enjoyed watching you while you were asleep. But tell me, how was your day?”

Carina grinned and added: “Well, you should have got me wake up as soon as you arrived! Anyway, I'm glad you're here. Today has been very tough...”

Before asking what happened, Maya focused her attention on her girlfriend's face: her cheeks were red, probably due to the pressure against the arms, but her eyes were red too, as if she had cried before falling asleep. She didn't want to ask too many questions, she would have preferred Carina to tell her about what had been going on, so she simply said: “Why? What happened?”.

Carina got up from her chair, taking Maya by the hand and leading her towards the couch she has in her office, and decided to sit down on it: the blond followed without saying a word. Tilting her head back, against the backrest of the couch, she replied. “I don't know, too many things going on: two surgeries, my brother, the pandemic itself... I can't keep up”.

Maya took her hand back in hers, and brought it to her mouth, in order to place a gentle kiss on it: “Oh babe, I'm sorry. Tell me everything, I'm here for you.”

Carina took a deep breath, then turned her head, looking at Maya, without saying a word. There was something between them which was new and inexplicable to both: their eyes could talk, no matter how many words they were thinking without being able to say them out loud. Their eyes could read them all. Indeed, Maya opened her arms, slowly twisting her body, so that Carina could come and rest against her chest, hidden in the warmth of her girlfriend's comforting hug, an offer she was only waiting for.

Now resting with her back pressing against her girlfriend's chest, she continued: “Today was really hard: as soon as I got here,there was an emergency with a woman in labour who needed to be operated, as her baby had been having trouble breathing and his heart had a very low pulse.<br /> We were able to get him out just in time, saving both the mama and the baby, but there were some complications with the woman so it lasted for about 4 hours.”

Carina sighed as if she could feel all the tension of that moment back in her body again: Maya noticed it, felt her stiffening, and started kissing her neck, then lowering to her shoulder and asked: “Wow, it must have been tough!! But you're an amazing doctor bella, you found the problem in time and this gave you the chance to save them!”. She would have liked to ask her about the second surgery, but she didn't know what had happened, so she didn't know what reactions her words could provoke, she didn't want to upset Carina, so she just waited for her to reply.

“Thank you bella, but I only did my job! Anyway, the second surgery didn't go as well as the first... I mean, both the baby and the mama were ok, actually there were even less complications than the previous surgery, but something dreadful happened. When the woman delivered the baby, by the moment she had been skipping her check-ups for the last 5 months, she didn't know her baby had a heart defect, and when she found it out, she decided to leave the baby at the hospital, she just didn't want that little girl any more...”.

Her voice was broken and she titled her head back, now resting in the space between Maya's neck and shoulder, trying to keep all her tears inside. Without even seeing her eyes, Maya could tell she was about to cry: her breath was heavy and she was slowly sliding down the couch, as if she was trying to hide and disappear. In order to calm her and remind her she was not alone, Maya tightened her grip, took Carina's hands and started stroking them, moving then to her face, where she had arrived just in time to wipe the first tear Carina had shed.

“Oh babe, I'm so sorry you had to go through all this today. Sometimes, people just fear the worse: probably that woman was too afraid to face something like that. But it's not up to you, it's not your fault if she did what she did. You don't have to feel guilty. I know you don't show it too much, but I also know that you're the most sensitive person that exists in this world, even though you try to shut your feelings down, to avoid being disappointed. But this makes me love you even more.” said Maya warmly, delicately kissing her girlfriend's red cheek, in the attempt of making her feel any better.

“I know, it's just that the thought of that little girl, left alone, even though she will probably find a family, really upsets me. I don't even know why...I'm not judging the woman's decision, I perfectly understand the fear, the worry and all, it's just that the idea of her being abandoned just because she isn't perfect makes me both angry and sad...it reminds me of...argh..” said Carina, before starting to cry again.

Maya didn't get what she was talking about, but now it was not that important, she would have figured it out later: she made Carina turn around, now chest to chest, and hugged her without saying anything, every now and then lowering to kiss her girlfriend's head. She had always been that kind of person who trips up on her own words, never knowing what to say, but in that moment, it wouldn't have made any difference: Carina just needed her to be there, to be present, and she was trying her best to show it. Carina didn't move: she hid her head, pressing it on the blonde's chest, similarly to a kid who has just fallen down and got hurt. She just wanted to disappear in the warmth of Maya's body, pushing all her thoughts away.

After some minutes in that position, all curled up, with Maya never loosening her grip and Carina feeling safer and safer between her arms, the latter tried to say something, with her voice still sounding broken: “I'm sorry bella, I don't know what happened to me... it's just that it reminds me of my childhood...”. She then wiped her tears, moving her hair away from her forehead, and placed a kiss on Maya's neck.

Her girlfriend, after pressing a light kiss against her nose, replied: “ You have nothing to apologize for. Hey, remember? I'm here for you, as you're here for me. It was you who taught me to talk about our problems. It's normal, things can get overwhelming for everyone, also for my very special and amazingly hot Italian doctor. What matters the most is that you don't have worries about reaching out for help. I love you Carina, and I want to stand by you, to laugh with you but also to help you when you need me to.”

Carina's heart skipped a beat: she was tired, her eyes teary, her hair a total mess, but her heart felt safe and knowing Maya was there for her made her calm down. “ I love you Maya. I don't know how you do this... you always arrive at the right time, using the right words and you make me feel better. It's incredible.” she said, hinting at a smile.

Maya giggled and raising her eyebrows, quite proudly, answered: “The secret is to never leave. And I'm not going anywhere without you.”

They both laughed at Maya's statement, and then cupped each other's faces: with all the tension created by the eye-contact they were making, they couldn't help but kissing, a long, gentle kiss which warmed them up.

A few minutes later, they were no longer lying, but sitting next to each other on the couch.

At first, Maya hesitated, but then she couldn't stop thinking about a word Carina had mentioned before breaking down, so she asked: “Hey, I was thinking about what you were saying before, and...I don't want to upset you, so if you don't want to talk about it, it's fine by me, but I was wondering...what did you mean when you said that the little girl reminded you of your childhood? Do you know people who have been through stuff like that? Or it's about you?”.

Carina knew that Maya would have asked about it, and probably she had tried to avoid that topic before just to wait that question, so that she had no excuses to keep it to herself. Without even acknowledging it, she started playing with her fingers and her rings, more in an insecure way than a nervous one, and Maya immediately noticed it, taking Carina's hands in hers, keeping on stroking them, gently rubbing her thumbs on them.

Carina looked at her wide blue loving eyes, and finally decided to open up: “When I was a little girl, back in Italy, and my parents divorced, my mum decided to come to the U.S. with Andrea, leaving me there with my dad. I know that she decided to bring him here with her instead of me because he was too little to handle my dad's problem, but I didn't use to see it that way... I've always had that feeling that if I had been a better daughter, with better grades, with some plans in life, she would have probably brought me here too. But I wasn't as perfect as my little brother, and I've always felt as she had left me alone... I know it's stupid, I...”

Before she could finish, Maya immediately interrupted her: “It isn't stupid at all. It's your feelings Carina and they matter. I'm sure your mama didn't mean to leave you, or think of you as her “imperfect daughter”. Probably she made a wrong choice, but that doesn't mean that what you feel is stupid, let alone unimportant.” She then looked at the Italian who was carefully listening to her and added: “Hey come here, I want to show you something...”

Carina was caught by surprise, but she got closer to her, curious to see what she had in mind.

They stood up, Maya still holding Carina's hands: “Close your eyes.” she said, putting one of her girlfriend's hand right on her chest, so that it could feel her heartbeat. Then, she leaned to place on Carina's lips an endless kiss.

After taking a deep breath, recovering from that feeling, she asked: “What did you feel? The first thing that comes to your mind?”

The Italian hadn't got the point yet, but she replied with a smirk: “Well, your heart feels like you've just won your second gold medal, it's beating really fast.”

Maya couldn't help but giggle and said: “Not that you're wrong, but I just proved my point”.

Carina now looked even more confused: “ I don't think I'm following you.”

Maya continued: “We've just kissed, and I could tell it wasn't just me who enjoyed it, but still the first thing you noticed is how I reacted to it, instead of focusing on the emotions it provoked to you. What I am saying is that you care too much about other people, which is not bad at all, but you often forget yourself. You have to learn to listen to your heart first, to your feelings: I know that it was probably screaming my name and you didn't want to give me the satisfaction, but I need you to remember one thing. You are important, you matter, always.”

Carina smirked at such a self-confidence, which she knew was only an attempt from Maya to steal her a smile, but her eyes were now teary again, this time for joy, because Maya's words had truly moved her.

“I don't know what to say, you amazes me every time. I couldn't be any luckier in life. I love you bella, I truly do” the Italian said warmly, pressing her forehead against Maya's.

It was 8.45 pm, they had spent more than one hour talking in that office so they decided it would be better to head home.

After picking up all her stuff, Carina walked towards the door, followed by Maya, who was looking forward to going home. Out of the blue, before stepping outside the office, the Italian turned around towards Maya and said: “Oh, anyway... I forgot to say that you, Captain, would have probably arrived second if our hearts had to compete... the gold medalist is Italian this time!”

Maya smirked, in the softest possible way, kissed her girlfriend and replied: “Well, if so... my honour to lose, then.”

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geniusgub · 3 years

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north//chapter eleven

genre: angst, fluff

pairing: season 10 spencer reid x oc

warnings: brief and non-descriptive mention of nonconsensual sex, alcohol consumption

word count: 7k

summary: amelia and spencer are forced apart too early in the morning, right at the start of a very important week.

i sincerely apologize for taking two months to update. school has started again and i haven’t been mentally well, not to mention a nasty case of writers block. so here’s the final filler chapter before shit goes down ;)

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SPENCER

The light pouring in from the open windows wakes me up before my ringing phone does. My eyes squint in an attempt to adjust to the brightness as I grab my phone as quickly as possible. I glance down at Amelia on my chest just to make sure she wasn’t woken up. She shifts a bit and moves closer to me but doesn’t open her eyes, thankfully. Just as I suspect, Garcia tells me that we have a case and I need to get to the office ASAP. I thank her and hang up.

“Don’t go,” Amelia murmurs, winding her arms tighter around my waist. “You’re so warm. Don’t go.”

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry,” I pull her closer before I even think about getting up, peppering her face with kisses to make up for having to leave so early in the morning. “If you send me a picture of you drinking tea then I’ll do the same with my coffee, and that’ll make up for the cafe date we won’t have today.”

She smiles, returning a kiss to my cheek, all she can muster up in her sleepy haze. “Sure thing.”

Amelia rolls off of me and gives me the room to get up and start getting dressed. I bustle around her bedroom in search of my clothes and any clean socks. I resort to going through Amelia’s closet and grab the socks she has previously stolen from me. I make a mental note to wash and return them to her. I move on to brush my hair and teeth and when I come out of the bathroom, Amelia is holding my phone out for me so I won’t forget it.

“Do you know when you’re gonna be home?” She tucks her head into her pillow and bats her eyelashes, giving me this soft smile that makes it exponentially harder to leave without guilt eating me alive.

But the guilt grows and grows when Amelia’s face starts to fall. Obviously, she wanted an immediate answer of me assuring that I’ll be home in a few hours. But I can’t promise that. We both know that. That doesn’t make it hurt less for Amelia though, especially when tomorrow is so important.

“I don’t know,” I crouch down beside the bed, bringing my hand through Amelia’s hair. Her smile returns and her eyelids flutter, “and I can’t ensure that I’ll be home for tomorrow either. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she smiles a smile that I’ve seen too many times for my liking. Fake, disappointed, upset. “It’s not a big deal. We’ll have other anniversaries.”

“But this is our one year anniversary. I’ve never dated a girl for a whole year before! It’s a big deal for me!”

Amelia giggles, reaching for my hand in her hair and bringing it to her lips. “And I’ve never dated a boy for a whole year either. It’s a big deal for me too, but we’ll celebrate a different day.”

“But I’ll be damned if I don’t get back for your exhibit next week. I’ll be there.”

“It’ll be open for a month, you-”

“But the opening night is a big deal. And I’m gonna be there,” Amelia holds her hand up, pinky out, and tries to keep her eyes from drooping closed again. I wrap my pinky around hers, “I promise.”

Amelia smiles one more time, a genuine smile, and kisses my knuckles one more time. “Get going, dove. Don’t be late.” She straightens my tie for me and smooths down the shoulder pads on my cardigan. “Tell everyone I say hi. And be careful, please.”

“I will, I always am.”

“That scar on your neck says otherwise.” I roll my eyes at her. “Head out, my favorite crimefighter.”

“I think you’re spending too much time with Garcia,” I quip, leaning over the bed yet again to give her a kiss. “Go back to bed, Lia.”

“How can I when you’re right in front of me and you look so good?” Amelia smirks, although she is far too tired to even keep her smile up for too long.

“Don’t try and seduce me. Go to sleep. I love you.”

“I love you too, Doctor.”

I give Amelia a final kiss and grab my go-bag, leaving as quickly as I can so I don’t give myself the option to run back to bed and scoop Amelia up and kiss her all over. We spent all night last night in bed and I would love to recreate those events this morning, but the serial killers of America have apparently decided that they choose now to split us up. Just wonderful. Exactly what I needed, actually. I make it to one year with the love of my life and we can’t even spend it together.

Amelia will be stuck at home or she’ll be stressing over her exhibit and I’ll be off in some random state, chasing another killer and comforting another victim. And then, of course, there’s her exhibit. She has been working on these pieces for longer than we’ve been together and I know she is proud of what she created. When Amelia invited me to the gallery, she was so excited and overjoyed for me to come and see her work, albeit a little bit nervous too. But she has had this on her calendar for as long as I’ve known her and has texted me reminders and sneak peeks of pieces and talked my ear off at dinners and cafe dates and phone calls. No matter how many times she smiles at me, I know she is upset that there’s a chance I can’t make the opening night.

“Kid? What’s going on in there?” Morgan presses his finger into my temple, bringing me out of my blonde-haired, blue-eyed reverie and alerting everyone on the jet of my current state of mind. I swat Morgan’s hand away and try to return to the open book in my lap.

“Oh, come on,” Rossi encourages Morgan’s incredibly annoying behavior. “We can all see that there’s something going on in your head. Case related?”

“No,” I flip the page despite not having read anything on that page.

“So,” JJ joins in, “is it about your home life? Amelia, perhaps?”

When I stay silent, everybody gets their answer.

“Oh, no, trouble on the home front?” Kate pouts in a way that feels like she’s mocking me. “I’m sure we’d be happy to help you nurse the situation back to happiness.”

“Yeah, what was it?” Morgan sits down in the seat beside me and throws his arm over my shoulder. “Was she upset you had to leave in the morning before she could get some loving?”

“Chris hates that,” Kate groans and JJ nods along. I open my mouth to respond, to deny that claim, but I get spoken over. “I usually have to do a little bit of extra work to make it up to him.”

“Like,” JJ chokes down a laugh, “being on top extra work?”

“Exactly. Men just wanna lay back, get off without having to work for it, and see women’s boobs. That’s it.” JJ nods along with Kate’s words, and even Morgan is nodding, but that’s not a surprise. My eyes dart behind JJ’s chair and I see Hotch nodding too.

“That’s clearly not it,” Rossi finally ends the conversation, waving his hands to get them to stop talking. “What’s the issue, Reid?”

“I’ve got another guess,” Morgan pulls back his arms and I think his hands are going to return to his side, but he just snatches the book out of my hand and tosses it aside. “She caught you looking at another girl and now you’re in the doghouse.”

JJ groans even louder than before. “I catch Will looking at other women all the time! It’s so frustrating. Like, hello? Your wife is right in front of you, she’s looking wonderful, and she has sex with you whenever you ask! Why are you looking at other women?” This catapults JJ, Kate, and Morgan into an argument about can people still find others attractive while in a relationship, and I’m glad they are off in their own world.

Somehow, that ‘guess’ from Morgan hurt more than the first one, and JJ’s comments just don’t make sense. Sure, I still find others attractive but I have Amelia so I don’t even need to look for more than two seconds. I’ve caught Amelia doing the same a few times and it doesn’t even need to be a conversation. It’s human nature. And why is JJ having intercourse with Will ‘whenever he asks?’ That’s not right. Both people involved should be happy and in the mood. A few weeks ago, Amelia was in the mood but I was too tired after work, so we just went to sleep. End of story. Why is JJ having sex whenever she is asked? That doesn’t make any sense. It’s all so confusing. I don’t understand any of this. How did I make it a whole year with Amelia? How has she dealt with me for 365 days?

The arguing gives me something to distract myself with for a little bit, all the way until the plane lands in Miami. I’m lost in thought about the hoard of stupid arguments instead of the ways I’m disappointing Amelia this week. I’m thankful for that, but not so thankful about the accusations from Morgan.

“Oh shit,” Morgan chuckles as we climb into an SUV, “we never got to talk about your relationship issues, pretty boy. We will on the way home.”

I settle into my seat, putting on my seatbelt and crossing my arms over my chest. “Wonderful. Can’t wait.”

“We all know that you’re not really a relationship man,” Morgan continues, and the heat instantly rushes to my cheeks. I’m not a relationship man? What exactly does that mean? “But you know that we’re always gonna be here when you need help with your lady. We’ve all got experience in relationships. We can share our wisdom with you.”

“Okay,” I respond weakly, “thanks.”

///

AMELIA

///

I stare back at my reflection in the mirror, ridiculing my outfit to no end. Should I have worn an expensive, sparkly dress instead of my double denim jacket and skirt and a turtleneck? But the patterned denim is cool, right? Should I wear a white turtleneck instead of this cream one? Would my silver jewelry look better than my gold jewelry? Should I have left my hair down instead of in this bun? Nothing seems right. Everything is wrong.

“Lia?” Jenna says. “You’re spacing out.”

I shake my head, ending my self-deprecating daydream and giving her a smile. “Yeah, sorry. I was just wondering if I should change or not.”

“I love your outfit. I think it’s perfect. But if you’re gonna change then do it quickly because we have to leave in,” she checks the clock, “two minutes.”

My outfit is fine, right? Potential buyers won’t look at my outfit and decide not to purchase my work, right? Why the hell am I even stressing so much about something as insignificant as my outfit?

“Let’s just go before I wind up going naked because I can’t make up my mind on an outfit.” I grab my bag and camera and rush out the door with Jenna at my side, jumping on the train and heading a few blocks away.

The exhibit is already set up when we arrive and for the first time all day, maybe even all week, I actually get excited. My day has been nothing but pure fear and anxiety, nothing close to excitement. But standing here with all my work surrounding me, I finally allow myself to smile.

“Here you go, my love,” Jenna shoves a wine glass into my hand, drinking her own and looking around. “You’ve outdone yourself with this one, babe. This is truly the best work you’ve produced. I guess falling in love really did have a positive effect on your work.” My cheeks turn red but I hide it with a sip of my wine. “And speaking of love, have you heard from Spencer today?”

“No,” I shake my head, “but I’m sure he’s incredibly busy. When we talked yesterday, they hadn’t closed the case yet.”

The echoey room goes silent for a moment as I distract myself in making sure my artwork is in the right order. I know they are because I was the one who put them in the correct order yesterday, but I just don’t want to face this inevitably sad conversation.

“I’m sorry. I know you want him here.” Jenna gives me an unsure smile. "It’s a shame but I look forward to hearing what he has to say about your art. I mean, I know he'll love it, but he's obviously a little smarter than the rest of us so I'm sure he'll have smart things to say about your pieces and-"

"Yeah," I take another long drink, "I'll let you know."

Some time passes and the exhibit finally opens. Hoards of people show up, including my group of friends. They're incredibly nice and supportive and rave about my work, and it makes me wonder if they'd be any different if Spencer were here. Those thoughts don’t last too long because Beth shows up with her bosses, telling me that after we met at Rossi’s dinner, she talked me up to her bosses about my work and they insisted on coming tonight. She apologizes for the team being away but I brush that off and tell her to enjoy herself. Maybe I should take that advice.

"Miss Amelia Stark!" I gasp and turn around at the sound of my name, a grin forming on my face.

"Oh my gosh, Penelope!" I grin, immediately pulling her into a hug. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be working the case?"

"We closed it," she exclaims, holding my shoulders tightly and shaking just a bit too harsh. "Those lovely people closed their case and we did our paperwork and they're on their way back and so I put this cute dress on and rushed my butt here because I didn't wanna miss your opening!"

"Oh, Penelope," I sigh, hugging her yet again, "you're the sweetest ever. Thank you so much for coming."

"The team all said they wanted to come but I'm not sure when their flight is gonna get in. Spencer was really upset about-"

"It's okay," I cut her off, pulling away and shaking my head. "The exhibit will be open for a month and they can come by whenever. It's fine. Get a drink, come on!"

I drag her over to the bar and she goes running off to find Beth, then just a few minutes later, she's chatting with some other people. I catch her talking to a consistent buyer of mine, a very rich and powerful politician who never spends long at exhibits. He just finds what he wants and leaves. I love Penelope but she has a personality that not everyone can handle. However, when I keep watching them, I realize she is talking me up and trying to convince him to buy more than one piece, and it seems to be working. I remind myself to give her a big thank you later on.

Another hour passes and everyone seems to be enjoying the exhibit. I make my rounds and chat to everyone I find, and as the night goes on, I feel my mood coming down. The adrenaline from my excitement has worn off and I’m just left absolutely exhausted with my social battery on low. I’m left with the weight of my necklace on my chest, an empty wine glass, and a room full of people who are expecting something from me. I’ve never quite been able to figure out with that something is.

I lean against the wall at the back of the room, staring out at everyone. They’re staring at my work and probably critiquing my life’s work. But the longer I stare, the more my eyesight warps. And all I’m left with is some sick vision of a beautiful blonde woman holding the hand of a little boy, pointing at a painting of purple butterflies, and giggling in the infectious way toddlers do. It’s painful. I used to burst into laughter with him, but now the echoing sound only brings tears to my eyes. My hand comes up to my neck, fiddling with the butterfly.

I wish my mom were here. I wish I could see the look on her face when she sees my work, and I wish she would criticize my drawing skills, and I wish she could meet Spencer, and I just wish she were here. And I wish my brother were here so I could remind him to be quiet and I wish he could question the meaning behind my paintings as I hold his hand while leading him around the room and I wish he could rave about Star Wars with Spencer. I want a supportive family to hug me and praise me and cheer for me when a painting gets bought. I want my family.

"Amelia?"

My head pops up to find Spencer standing in front of me, eyebrows furrowed and hands in front of him, reaching towards me. My eyes widen, almost in disbelief, and I stand up straighter. "Oh my god, you're here!" I throw my arms around his shoulders and he lifts me off my feet in a hug, squeezing my waist. "The way Penelope was talking, it seemed like the flight would take too long,"

"It wasn't too long, I'm here now. What's wrong? Are you okay?" Spencer mumbles into my shoulder, pulling away to give me that same concerned look I always give him when he gets home from a case.

"I'm okay," I try to give him a convincing smile, but he sees right through me.

"Do I need to point out all the reasons why that's clearly a lie?" Spencer retorts. Without asking how the case went, I search his face for injuries. Penelope would have told me if anyone got hurt, especially if Spencer did, but I guess I'm a creature of habit. I always have to make sure he’s okay. "Amelia, baby, I'm fine." He pulls my hands away from his face and holds them in his.

"Guess what? I am too," I give him a better smile than before, twisting my head to kiss his cheek to end the conversation. I debate on promising I'm fine, but I know that's an abuse of something we hold so close to our hearts. Promising is special to us and I don't want to ruin it by lying on it. "Is the team here?"

"Yeah, they grabbed a drink and started looking around. I'm pretty sure they found Penelope and I'm pretty sure she's a little drunk," Spencer is already smiling and it makes me feel better to know he's dropping the subject I clearly don't want to talk about.

"Yeah, I know. I told her to stop drinking and she ran away from me so I’m not sure if she actually did. But I'm glad everyone is here, I wanna say hi before they leave."

"Will you bring me around?" Spencer asks, pulling me close again and already leading me to the beginning of the exhibit. "I know I could just walk the exhibit myself but I'd love an inside scoop from the talented artist herself.”

As Jenna has poked fun at before, Spencer truly has something intelligent to say about every single piece we look at. He can see all the metaphors and symbols in my pieces, but I wonder if that's because he understands art in general or because he knows me too well. But no matter what the reasoning is, his praise and love and comments mean the world to me. If Spencer hated this exhibit then I would have to spend the rest of my days trying to create one that he actually likes.

It takes us a while to get through the exhibit, almost an hour, but the final piece is on the back wall and that's where we end up, holding hands as we stare up at the perfectly arranged pieces of folded paper on the wall.

"So," I murmur, "it's a-"

"A dove," Spencer interrupts, "and it's made out of paper. This is what you destroyed Rossi's books for?"

"Among other books. Mostly books about profiling and crime and serial killers. I printed out a lot of newspapers you've been quoted in, your dissertation, and just things you've written so those are mixed in there. So yeah, this one's about you, dove."

"I love it," Spencer quips, leaning over to kiss my cheek. "I love the whole exhibit if it wasn't obvious enough. Everything is just- it's beautiful. I want this one in my apartment. Wanna hang it up in the living room."

"Well," I move to wrap my arms around his waist, staring up at him, "this one isn’t for sale, not like all the others. So, you know, maybe, one day, when we get a house of our own and we have space, we can put it up."

Spencer grins, fiddling with one of the curls framing my face. "Sounds like a plan."

"Can we interrupt the moment?" Rossi's voice breaks us apart, and I turn my head to find the BAU team approaching with smiles on their faces.

"Hi everyone! Thank you so much for coming! I'm sure you're all really tired after the case and-"

"We wouldn't miss it for the world, kid," Rossi says, pulling me into a hug. "The exhibit is absolutely wonderful. Genuinely some of the best artwork I’ve seen."

"It's amazing. I sure as hell can't do anything like this," Morgan chuckles, gesturing around to the art on the walls. "It's really impressive."

"Well, thank you, guys. I'm really glad you're all here, it means a lot."

"Hey, Dr. Genius!" Jenna is suddenly at my side, giving a small wave to Spencer and then the team, almost spilling her wine, which means she's probably drunk. The team laughs at the nickname as I easily take the drink from her hand, keeping her from drinking any more. "Hey, Lia, Robbie is here and he wanted me to tell you he says six."

"Alright," I sigh and send a smile to the team, wrapping my arm around Jenna’s waist to keep her upright, "I've gotta go deal with some stuff but I'll see you guys later and if I don't, thank you for coming and get home safe."

I squeeze Spencer's hand once more before heading off, searching for Robbie, an old friend of mine who frequently buys my art. We chat for a while and when I turn my head to search for Spencer, I find that he's talking to my friend group. Jenna is there too but that does nothing to calm my anxiety since she is far too drunk to be in this setting. God only knows what they could be talking about. They could be scaring him away or Spencer could be subtly telling them off or literally anything could be going on. But then Spencer is smiling and laughing and it makes me relax, but it doesn't make me wonder any less what the topic of conversation is.

Time rolls on and eleven gets closer, which means the exhibit starts to clear out. By twelve, most pieces have been bought and the room has emptied. Spencer sticks around, thankfully, and sees everyone off. I'm thankful that he lets me hang on him when everyone leaves, and he catches my waist as I fall into his arms at the end of an incredibly long night.

"Do you have to do this every night for a month?" Spencer asks, hands clutching my waist to keep me up, his voice echoing off of the white walls.

"No, no," I shake my head, steadying myself on my feet and nuzzling my nose against his neck, "I don't have to come every night but I try to come a lot. But the first night is always the most stressful and it's the busiest, as you could see."

Spencer hums, moving his hands to rub up and down my back. "How about we go back to one of our apartments and we order some food? I'm hungry and I'm sure you are too."

"Please. Yes. Absolutely," I agree, practically dragging Spencer out of the room. At the mention of food, my stomach starts grumbling. On the walk back to my apartment, we stop at our favorite diner to pick up dinner.

"Well," Spencer follows me into my apartment, flipping on the main light and kicking off his shoes, "that was something very different than I'm used to, but I really enjoyed it."

"You met my friends," it's too much for me to hold in anymore, but I don't look up as I take my shoes off and shrug off my denim jacket. I just blurt it out and keep my eyes down to avoid this confrontation that I just started.

Spencer chuckles when he takes off his own jacket, hanging it up beside my own. "Yeah, I did. "

I start to head towards the stairs, pausing to make sure he's following me and when he’s on the step right below me, I start my ascent. "And? What'd they say?"

"Do you want the profiler answer or the regular answer?" I genuinely think over that question as I walk up the stairs. Normally, I wouldn't want the profiler answer. But I'm curious what the true intentions of my friends are and I know the profiler answer will give me that. And so, I tell him that. "Well," Spencer begins, reaching across me in my closet for his own clothes, "honestly, they seemed very hesitant to be around me when I first went over to them. Jenna had brought me over and introduced me, and none of them seemed like they really wanted anything to do to me. But we started talking about your art and they started to ask me my interpretation of your pieces like they thought I wouldn't find meaning in any of them. Once I told your friends about some of them, that's when they started to open up and actually be nice."

I roll my eyes and pull out a set of pajamas for myself, stripping myself of my own clothes. "They're so annoying. Spencer, I'm so sorry."

"It's fine, not a big deal. Honestly, I've dealt with ruder people who've said worse," Spencer pulls off his sweater and replaces it with another, sitting on the bed when he's changed into his pajamas. "But really, babe, I'm so proud of you. The exhibit was amazing."

Changing my mind on clothes, I grab Spencer’s discarded sweater and put it over my sweatpants. "Thanks, Spence."

"I'm gonna go make some tea. Do you want some?" Spencer runs his hands through his hair and heads towards the stairs, not even waiting for the confirmation he knew he would get from me.

Once I'm completely redressed, I take out my contacts and wrap myself in a blanket, tiptoeing down the stairs. I catch sight of Spencer in the kitchen but I walk right past, opening the unlocked balcony door as quietly as I possibly can. I sneak out and sit down on the armchair there, drawing my knees to my chest and letting out a heavy breath. I try to let out all of the negative energy I’m bottling up, but it doesn’t quite work.

"Amelia," my time outside is short-lived as it usually is because Spencer is interrupting me in just a minute, "I finished the tea, and I put dinner out."

"Okay," I whisper, nodding slowly. I move from the chair and breeze past my boyfriend, into the kitchen where there are two cups of tea and containers from the diner. I hear Spencer close and lock the balcony door before closing the curtain, following me further into my apartment.

I sit on the counter with my box of food in my lap and my cup of tea beside me, Spencer sitting at the island, and awkward silence occupying the other chairs. This silence is so different from the others we’ve sat through. This feels tense and unsure with a bit of fear sprinkled in. I know it’s my fault because I acted so weird at the exhibit, but I just want it to be over. Spencer isn’t saying anything, and it doesn’t seem like he will any time soon, and there’s only one thing I can think of to say to break the painful silence.

"Um," I keep my eyes down, stabbing my pancake over and over to attempt to make intricate designs with the four holes, "whenever I have exhibits or galleries or showcases, it makes me miss my family."

Spencer is silent for a moment, probably thinking over my words in his head and wondering what the right thing to say is. The joke is on him though because any further conversation is guaranteed to make me cry. There is no right thing to say. Everything is wrong. "Your family? Like, your biological family?"

"Yeah," I nod. "I just-” I actually eat a small piece of pancakes to force down the lump in my throat, “I wish my mom and my brother could see my work. I love my foster family with all my heart but, I just-"

"You don't have to explain yourself," Spencer interjects. "You want your family and there's nothing wrong with that."

I bury my face in my hands, letting out a shaky breath as the tears pour out of my eyes like an uncontrollable flood. I hear the chair scrape against the floor and then feel my takeout box being moved away from my lap, followed by Spencer's warm hands on my legs. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I apologize, shaking my head at myself and trying to push him away. "I just-” he grabs my hands, preventing me from hitting his chest, “I don't want you to leave me," I wrap my arms around his shoulders as tight as I can get them, as if squeezing him will ensure that he sticks around forever.

"I don't know how many times I have to remind you that I'm not going anywhere," Spencer whispers back. "I know you've lost a lot of people in your life but I'm not gonna be one of them. Hey, we talked about buying a house today, love. I'm in this for the long haul with you and you know that, right? I'm right here."

"Okay," I mutter, pushing my face in his neck. "Thank you. I’m sorry for making you say that again."

“I’ll tell you whatever you need, as many times as you need it. I’ll never get tired of reminding you how much I love you.”

I smile gently, nodding along to his words, bringing my hands up to his hair. And in the quietest words I can muster up, I say, “okay.”

“Why don’t we,” Spencer turns away and grabs my container that he moved aside, “go eat in bed and then go right to sleep? It’s late and-”

“And you have work tomorrow,” I finish for him, taking the food from his hands and dragging myself to the stairs.

“Actually,” Spencer is at my side in a second, “I requested the day off for tomorrow so we can celebrate our anniversary.”

I whip around, stopping halfway up the stairs and grinning at him. “Really?”

“Really,” he echos, grabbing my waist and walking me up to bed. “I felt really bad about missing it so I ensured that we won’t be interrupted tomorrow. I’m gonna make it up to you.”

“Oh, really?” I fall back onto the bed and toss my food aside, pulling Spencer on top of me by his tie. “You wanna make it up to me and don’t wanna be interrupted? Did you have anything in mind, Dr. Reid?”

“Maybe a couple of things. I could start making it up to you now.”

“That sounds like a perfect idea.”

///

SPENCER

///

"Spencer?" Amelia shouts from upstairs, her voice faint as I'm lacing on my converse by the front door, already in my jacket.

"Amelia?" I yell back in the same tone, and when I tie off my second shoe, I grab her black heels from the ground before standing. I lean against the door and watch as she comes hurrying down the stairs, socked feet silent as she ties a black ribbon around her curly ponytail.

"Have you seen my shoes? I can't seem to-" she looks up at me holding them out to her and freezes, a smile coming to her face. "You're just the perfect man, aren't you?"

I laugh as she takes them from me, leaning down to step into them. "Just got a pretty good memory."

"Pretty good is underselling yourself, dove," Amelia stands up straight, now a few inches taller as she puts on her small backpack and tucks her keys in her jacket pocket. “Ready to go?”

“Are you?” She sticks her tongue out at me for my sass, taking my hand in hers and dragging me out of the apartment.

There are a million things we could do on our mock anniversary. We spent the whole morning debating what to do and couldn’t even decide. So we decided to do the only thing we could agree on- a cafe date. We decide that we’re going to get coffee and then wander around until we find something to do. It’s really a horrible plan, the worst we could come up with, but it’s fitting. We never make plans because there’s always the potential for my job to ruin them, so no plan today is weirdly perfect and it just makes sense.

“So,” Amelia chirps as we sit down at our normal table, warm drinks in hand, “How was the case?”

And we just fall into natural conversation after that. I pivot away from the conversation about the case and we talk about the exhibit, then our favorite type of tea, then argue over where we think the best vacation spot would be (Amelia says somewhere in the Caribbean whereas I would want to go Iceland), and then we rehash the argument about what we should do today. Still, no decision.

And as we’re talking, I glance behind Amelia’s seat and suddenly my attention is off of my girlfriend. A few seats away, there is a couple sitting in a booth. They are sitting on the same side of the table and the girl is curled up at the guy’s side, legs draped over his and her head on his shoulder. She is positively beaming, staring up at the guy with a giant smile on her face. He looks down at her with the same expression and then they kiss, and I can even hear their laughs from here. She looks happy. She looks like Amelia does when we’re together. But I don’t look like that guy and he seems to be doing good with his relationship. I’m not like that. So is Amelia really happy with me, even though she looks at me with stars in her eyes? Maybe not.

“Spence?” Amelia’s voice breaks me away from my staring, and my head snaps over to her. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” I answer too quickly, drinking my coffee and not even grimacing at how hot it is, “I’m fine.”

“You sure?” She twists around in her seat to look behind her, to see what I see, but she turns back with furrowed brows.

“Yeah,” I take the last sip of my coffee and stand, holding my hand out for her. “Ready to go?”

Amelia tilts her head to the side like an adorable, confused puppy but takes my hand anyway. We leave the cafe and walk down the street, silence falling over us. I pull Amelia closer to me and she curls into my side, holding onto my arm and laying her head on my shoulder, the same way that girl did to the guy beside her. But she never looks up at me with those stars and my shoulders slump forward, the corners of my mouth pointing towards the ground.

“Ooh!” Amelia points across the street to a bookstore that I frequent. “Let’s go there.” And without giving me a chance, she pulls me off the sidewalk and into the store.

It’s perfectly quiet in the store, hopefully quiet enough to hush the blaring thoughts in my head, and it’s empty too. Amelia wanders off right away, disappearing down an aisle that I never go in. So I look through books alone, picking out a couple and tucking them under my arm. But being alone quickly gets boring so I go searching for my girlfriend.

I first go down the aisle she went down and find her right away, sitting in front of the endcap with her sketchbook in her hands and the pencil flying across the page. Not wanting to interrupt, I sit across from her and put my legs in front of me, right beside hers, and start reading. She puts her left hand on my leg, a silent acknowledgment of my presence, and keeps drawing.

I try to read but I just can’t focus. I’m too distracted by the sound of Amelia’s pencil and Amelia’s touch and the bow in Amelia’s hair and Amelia’s gorgeous smile and the smell of Amelia’s perfume wafting between us and Amelia’s dress and just Amelia. She is filling my senses so intensely that it’s painful and I have to put my book down before I lose my mind.

“Amelia,” she hums, not even looking up at the sound of my voice. “Am I-” she looks up at the start of my question and her eye contact makes it so much harder to force out my words. “Do you-”

“Do I?” she parrots, waiting for me to finish the allusive question. She looks back down at her sketchbook.

“Have you ever had sex with me when you didn’t want to?”

Her head snaps right back up. “Excuse me?”

“Like,” I fumble for the right words to explain myself and it all just comes out wrong. “Do you think it’s bad that I still find other people attractive even though we’re dating? I definitely wanna be with you and no one else but does it bother you that I find other people attractive? Because I don’t wanna be disrespectful and if it bothers you then I can try to stop but it might be hard because the chemicals in our brain make-”

“Okay, okay, stop,” Amelia puts her sketchbook down and scoots closer to me, putting her hands on my cheeks. “Spencer, I am insanely confused. What the fuck are you talking about? First, you asked me if I have sex with you when I don’t want to and now you’re talking yourself into not finding other people attractive. Please explain.”

So I recount everything that JJ and Kate said about their husbands and then what Morgan asked about me. The confusion never really leaves her face as I explain but I keep word vomiting, only finding comfort in her warm hands on my face.

“Okay, let me clarify something for you,” she pulls my face closer to hers, so close that I can smell the green tea on her breath. “I have never had sex with you when I didn’t want to. I can promise you that. And you finding other people attractive doesn’t bother me. Just because we’re dating doesn’t mean you go blind around attractive people. It’s okay, Spence. Don’t listen to them. They always try to help but make things so much worse.”

But I’m not convinced, staring down at my hands in my lap, willing away tears so I don’t make a fool of myself in the middle of a bookstore I love so much and in front of the woman who I would lay down my life for. “Do you think I’m bad at relationships?”

“I wouldn’t be dating you if you were,” she responds quick enough for me to actually believe it. “I mean, I hadn’t been in a relationship before you so I don’t really have anything to compare you to. But you make me happy and I love you and that’s all that matters, right?”

“Sure.”

“Spencer, look at me,” my eyes slowly travel up to hers and she presses her lips to mine. Soft, warm, strawberry flavored. But it swiftly makes my pain and confusion and fear melt. I bring my hands to her waist and pull her body against mine, and I feel her smile against my lips. “Now, you listen to me, Doctor Spencer Reid,” I chuckle at her use of my full name, and she grins right back at me, “I love you, okay? I don’t want anyone else. You make me happy. Fuck whatever Morgan and JJ said. What we do in our relationship may not work for them and that’s fine. It works for us and that’s what matters. Do you love me?”

I furrow my brows at her. “Yeah, of course I love you. Why would you-”

“Then that’s the end of the story.”

She drops her arms and grabs her sketchbook, reclaiming her seat against the bookcase across from me. She gets right to work, scribbling away and erasing mistakes. Just like that, with a kiss and two gentle touches, she forces my insecurities away and makes me feel more loved than I ever have before. The woman I’ve spent an entire year with is right in front of me and continuously swears she loves me, the same way I do to her. She doesn’t want to be with anyone else. She only wants me. She might be the only person in the world who wants me. And at this moment, I decide that I’m okay with that. If Amelia is the only person in the world who loves me and wants to be around me, then I can die happy. She is all I need. She is the only one I want.

With one more glance at her enchanting, magnificent, gorgeous smile, I pick up my book and continue reading.

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choices-ethanramsey-4life · 3 years

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New fic!!!! I finally have motivation and fic ideas so here I am and please do follow me on insta @/ choices_4life for more cute and angsty fics I’m in insta way more than tumblr 💕💕💕.

Pairing: EthanXMc (Samantha Valentine)

Warnings: fluff and angst 💕

Parts: 1 of 3

Description of part 1:

This takes place slight after the first book before Ethan leaves for two months. They share a sweet moment as Ethan makes plans to leave...

***General POV***

Samantha had been over once or twice to Ethans. They talk and laugh they cook and He helps her when she has difficult cases... They revise and test each other on different medical cases. They were happy for a short time. They got to be happy.

She sat on the couch in her roommates place she sat with an oversized grey cross knitted jumper with her sliver locket around her neck. Her hair open which fell down past her shoulders. She sat reading a book with Sienna who also was reading the same book. They would love to talk hours about the books they read together and talk about it while baking it was one of Samantha’s favourite things to do.

***Samantha’s POV***

Rain pours as I sit on the couch Elijah playing video games with Bryce and Raf who were over. I close the reading book and put it on the table. Ethan the only thing that comes to my mind.

“Samantha...” Bryce calls my name breaking my trance of Ethan. Aurora came over sitting taking to Jackie and Kyra and Sienna.

“Yeah?” He puts the controller down.

“You seem distracted...are you ok?” She nods yes as he smiles at her picking the controller up again.

Her phone lit up and a message from Ethan

Want to come over to mines? Jenner really misses you...and the place seems quieter without you.

I smile at the message which Sienna and Kyra catch. They give each other a knowing look as Kyra coughs and gives Elijah a knowing look as he smirks in my direction as he exclaimed,

“No!” His face drops as he loses at the game Raf standing up and smiled.

“Yes!” I smile as I got up take the book and hug it to my chest.

“My aunt came back from LA from the doctors convention Amelia is over there I’m going to head there before aunt Mina gets busy with work again.”

“Ok do you want one of us to drop you off?” Sienna asks.

“No it’s ok.”

“I’ve had enough of video games...” Raf gets up as Jackie moves over to Elijah and Bryce.

“Move over Meathead I’m going to destroy you two!”

“We’ll see about that.” Elijah says as they laugh and play.

Should I of used my aunt and cousin sister as a lie? No. Would I do it again? Yes. It’s an easy way out.

I change my jumper into an oversized blush jumper and my jeans with my trainers. I end up at Ethans he opens the door.

“Jesus you really got drenched out there huh?” He lets me in taking in my dishevelled look.

***Ethans POV***

I let her in watch her shiver as I take in her damp hair and her drenched jumper with the droplets of rain which sat on her face like beads of clear crystal.

“You should change and take a shower or you’ll get sick.”

“I don’t have any of my clothes here.”

“Don’t worry you can borrow one of my jumpers...but rookie I’m going to want it back.” She smiles knowing that she has a habit of stealing my clothes.

***Samantha’s POV***

I take a shower as Ethan put my clothes in the dryer. I see the shirt Ethan left on his bed for me.

I walk out buttoning up the shirt I feel him looking at me. I walk next to him as he pulls me close to him his blue eyes which pierced though me. A barking breaks us from our trance as we step apart.

“Jenner!” I crouch down and played with the dog as Ethan smiles watching us play.

“I swear that dog loves you more that he does me.” I turn to face him

“That’s because I smile and don’t look like a grumpy old man all the time...”

“Hey!” He pulls me closer as I look at him before escaping and run. He follows me as I go to his room. Coming closer he holds my wrist when I move away. He teasingly kisses me.

“Ethan...” I move to the window of his room as he comes behind me his hand intertwined with mine as he held me. He turned me around to face him as pinned my wrist to the wall.

“Shh... don’t say anything.” His voice low and calm as he leans closer and we kiss.

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***Ethans POV***

“Ethan?” She broke the silence. She laid in the bed her head against my chest.

“Yeah?”

“I know you’re worried...don’t worry.” She calmed down my tension.

***Samanthas POV***

I had a lot on my mind. Being with Ethan made it better it filled the hollowed place in me. Jake... I missed him so much. He’s my brother and I think I now understand he’s dead. One of the most hardest things. I wanted to get out all the pent up emotions but ...I couldn’t.

We spent the night holding each other.

***Ethans POV***

“Thanks Ethan...” we kiss as she put on her shoes with her dried clothes on.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to I drop you off?” She smiles.

“I’m sure! And if my roommates see you drop me off they’re going to get suspicious plus Si and Elijah are already suspicious of me.”

“Ok, ok but call me when you reach home ok, night.” She kisses me again as we part ways.

“Night Ethan.”

Night rolls around as my mind races. I couldn’t stay here with Samantha and her job. I couldn’t stay here and when I kissed her. I don’t know what to do. I couldn’t stay here and even when I-

***Samanthas POV***

I messaged him as he replies back. I go to sleep I don’t know what will happen when we get back to work. This might just end so I want to make the most of it...

P.s ok! This is part one there is another two parts to come I’ll post it soon I don’t know when. But do read it and comment what u think and re-blog I don’t mind 💕💕.

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kaimelia · 4 years

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Hurt

A/N: Hi everyone! This was a request on my ao3 a while ago. I hate to say this but updates will probably be a bit slower in the upcoming days, I have a big research project due and I have to prep for auditions, but keep sending prompts and requests! I promise I will write each one in the near future. Thank you so much for all of the support, it truly means the world.

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Amelia slowly walked down the stairs towards the ER, an arm clutching her stomach as she winced in pain. She was silently praying that nobody would come down the stairs and see her like this. By the time she reached the bottom, her small figure was leaning against the wall, a hand reaching into her pocket to grab her phone. She clicked Link’s contact open and called him, breathing heavily with each ring of the phone.

“Amelia? What’s up?”

“Can you-can you come and meet me in the stairwell? I don’t know what’s happening but everything hurts and I don’t think I can walk to the ER.”

“I’ll be there in a second,” he said, clearly beginning to run down the hallway. After what felt like an eternity to her, the door opened, revealing a concerned Link. He noticed her sitting on the floor, curled up into a ball. “Oh, Amelia.” He rushed over to her, crouching down. “Let’s get you to the ER and find out what’s happening.” She quietly agreed, looking into his eyes.

“Link, what if-what if I’m-”

“Don’t think about that. We’ll figure out what’s going on.” He reached an arm under her legs, using the other to support her back as he picked her up. Amelia buried her face in his chest, hoping to avoid contact with anyone she knew. The loud noises of the ER flooded her ears, hearing Link ask for a room. The next thing she felt was the cushion of the bed below her and Link’s hand grabbing hers. “Amelia, Teddy’s gonna come and check on you, okay?” The brunette nodded slowly and gripped her boyfriend’s hand tighter.

“Hey, Amelia. What’s going on?” She looked up at the trauma surgeon.

“I’m uh, 9 weeks pregnant, and my stomach hurts a lot.” Teddy smiled down at her and pulled out the ultrasound machine.

“Have you had a scan yet?”

“She did, last week. Everything was fine,” Link spoke up, his face covered with worry.

“Where does it hurt?” Amelia pointed to her stomach, cringing as Teddy pressed down in that area. “I’m gonna take a wild guess and say it’s your appendix, have you had it out?” The neurosurgeon shook her head. “I’m going to do an ultrasound, now. We can see if it’s your appendix and also check on the baby. Can you lift up your shirt?” Link helped his girlfriend to roll up her scrub top, exposing her small stomach. “This will be cold.” Amelia winced as the gel was placed on her belly, watching as the probe spread the gel around.

“Is everything okay?” Amelia’s voice was soft as she asked, watching Teddy’s face scan the screen.

“Baby looks perfectly fine to me, it’s definitely your appendix. We can get you in surgery soon.”

“And that’s safe for the baby?” Teddy looked up at Link and smiled.

“Perfectly safe. I’ll have Carina stop by first and make sure nothing’s wrong, but I can get someone to do your surgery today.” Teddy brushed Amelia’s arm, letting her know everything would be fine. “I’ll be back in a minute. Hang in there.” Amelia turned to look at her boyfriend as the other doctor left the room, Link’s free hand moving to rub softly up and down her cheek.

“This is good, it means you’ll feel better soon.”

“Make sure they don’t give me any pain meds, okay?” He nodded. “And you’ll be there, after surgery?”

“Of course.” The doors opened, Carina walking through.

“So, what happened?”

“She was having some stomach pain, it’s her appendix. We just want to make sure everything’s okay with the baby, too.” Carina turned on the ultrasound machine and moved the wand across Amelia’s stomach.

“Everything looks perfect. Baby is all good. I will come after your surgery and check again to be safe, okay?” She wiped off the machine, putting it back against the wall. They thanked her, watching as she walked out just for Teddy to walk back into the trauma room.

“Alright, you’re getting the best. Bailey’s gonna do your surgery. She’s waiting upstairs.” Amelia looked up at Link, her hand moving up to his cheek and pulling his face down. She kissed him quickly before smiling at him.

“I’ll see you soon.” He laughed softly, kissing her again.

“I’ll be there when you wake up.” The nurse unlocked the gurney, pushing it towards the out of the room. “Bye, Amelia!” The gurney was pushed towards the elevator as Teddy walked with the side of the gurney, holding Amelia’s hand to comfort her. When they arrived at the elevator, they stopped. Teddy looked down at her.

“I’m gonna leave you here, I have to head back to the ER. I’ll make sure Link doesn’t freak out too much.”

“Thank you, Teddy.”

“Of course. See you after surgery, Amelia.” The brunette waved goodbye to her friend, watching as the elevator doors opened in front of her as they headed towards the OR floor.

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She woke up to see Link sitting at her bedside, a smile spread across his face. “How’d it go?” She asked, her voice quiet as she took in her surroundings.

“It went perfectly. Carina’s gonna come by and check on you in an hour or so, but you’re just fine.” He covered her small hand with his. “How do you feel?”

“Tired, and it hurts a little.” She looked up at the clock. “How long was I out?”

“Just a few hours. Bailey’s cleared us both to have the next few days off, so that means a lot of laying in bed and me taking care of you until you’re better.” She grinned.

“Like you don’t do that all the time.” Link laughed softly. “Thank you for being here, Link. And for saving me in the stairwell.” He leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Lay down with me?” He nodded, moving around the bed to climb in behind her. After adjusting the wires she was hooked up to, he slowly laid down, an arm being placed over her body and carefully pulling her closer.

“Get some rest, Amelia.” The steady beeping of the heart monitor beside the bed rang throughout the room as he watched his girlfriend settle, grateful with every her breath that she was perfectly okay.

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supernaturaltfwmeme · 4 years

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Between the lines.Part 5.

Summary:The reader is at Stanford with Sam and a few other familiar faces. She gets introduced to Dean, an FBI agent for help with a paper. The two grow even closer when Dean learns about her daughter and her troublesome situation. Check out the other parts here.

Pairing: Dean x reader.

Warnings: Language, Domestic abuse.

A/N: tags open!

It had been a few days since the incident with Dean on the phone. You’d still been texting him but you’d been trying to distance yourself from him a little. It didn’t matter how much you liked him; it couldn’t happen. He didn’t want to raise a kid that wasn’t his and you had a kid. It could never work out.

It was now Friday and you’d just finished your last class of the day and you were on your way to go pick up Amelia from school. You Climbed out of your car, and headed over to the doors and stood around waiting for Amelia, you saw her walk out talking excitedly to a little blonde girl, they hugged and the blonde girl ran one way and Amelia ran over to you.

“Mommy, mommy!” you crouched down to Amelia.

“Hi baby.”

“I made a friend today.”

“You did, wow that’s great. What’s her name?”

“Claire.” A woman who looked to be few years older than you approached you, the little blonde girl, Claire, was holding her hand.

“Hi You must be Amelia’s mommy.”

“Y/n.” You told her.

“I’m Meg and this is Claire.” she said gesturing to her daughter. Claire waved at you, clearly she was a lot more shy than Amelia was.

“Hi Claire.” You smiled at the little girl.

“I was wondering if Amelia here wanted to come over for a playdate tomorrow afternoon?” Amelia’s eyes went wind.

“Can I mommy?” You hesitated for a second but Amelia needed friends too.

“Of course you can baby.” You swapped numbers with Meg and the walked back to your car. You strapped Amelia into her car seat before climbing into the front seat.

“Mommy?”

“Yes baby?”

“Can we stop for ice cream before we go home?”

“Sorry baby but we have to get home.”

“Because Daniel will get mad if we don’t?” That broke your heart, you knew she heard the yelling every night but you never wanted her to work out why.

“No honey, it’s just been a long day and you don’t want to ruin your appetite. We can get some tomorrow ok.”

“Ok mommy.” You pulled up at home just a few minutes later. Daniel was standing in the doorway, waiting for you. You quickly unstrapped Amelia and got her out of the car.

“Amelia why don’t you go play in your room for a bit before dinner.” You said and she quickly ran off into the house and upstairs. You walked up the steps and you could smell the alcohol on him before you even got to him.

“Why weren’t you here when I got home?” Daniel yelled dragging you inside.

“I had to Pick Amelia up from school. I was talking to another mom.”

“Don’t lie to me y/n! You were with him weren’t you!” Daniel shoved you, you hit the floor hitting your head on the coffee table and blacking out.

You woke up later that evening with a pounding head. You raised your hand up to touch where you’d hit it, when you pulled your hand back it was covered in blood. Pulling yourself up on shaky legs you made your way to the bathroom. There was no sign of Daniel. He must of left. You looked at yourself in the mirror there was a nasty gash on the right side of your forehead just below your hairline. You cleaned up the cut as much as you could and stitched it up yourself. It’s sad how good at this you had gotten.

“Mommy?” You heard a little voice from behind you.

“Hey Amelia.”

“What happened?”

“Oh I tripped and hit my head.”

“Mommy you trip a lot.” Amelia commented.

“Is Daniel still here?” There was something in Amelia’s eyes when she asked that it was Almost fear?

“No baby, come on let’s go make you some dinner.” You picked Amelia up and walked downstairs wincing to yourself when you saw the blood on the floor, making a mental note to yourself to clean that up later.

The next day you drove to the address meg text pulling up outside a nice two-story house. It had the whole white picket fence feel to it. You got Amelia out of the car and walked up to the door, ringing the bell. Meg answered the door smiling at you and turning to Amelia.

“Hi Amelia, Claire is playing in the yard with her Dad and uncle is you want to go out there.”

“Ok, bye mommy.” Amelia said running through the house.

“I’ll be back to pick her up around five if that ok?”

“Yeh that’s great, you go have fun. She'll be fine.” You said goodbye to meg and got in your car. You’d already texted Charlie and asked her and Sam to meet you at her place. You pulled up after a while and went inside. You had decided to wear your hair down that day to cover your stitches. You didn’t need Meg asking questions.

“Jesus y/n/n you look like crap.” Sam said opening the door to you.

“Rough night.” You said practically throwing yourself down on the couch.

“Is that..?” Charlie moved your hair out of your face.

“Jesus y/n, what happened now?” Charlie said poking at your stitches making you wince.

“I hit my head on the coffee table.” You weren’t technically lying.

“Yeh but how?” Sam asked raising his eyebrow at you.

“Daniel pushed me.” You admitted quietly.

“Y/n/n you need to do something about this, did you talk to Dean?” Sam asked.

“I can’t Sam.”

“Why not?” Charlie asked.

“Because that means telling him about Amelia.”

“Why can’t you tell him?”

“I overheard him on the phone to Lisa the other day.” Sam pulled his face at the mention of Lisa’s name. “He told her he refused to raise a kid that wasn’t his.” You said quietly.

“What does that have to do anything?” Sam asked confused.

“Sam, I love you but you’re an idiot. They like each other.” Charlie said before turning to you. “Don’t you?”

“I mean I can’t speak for Dean but I definitely like him.” You admitted. “I know we can’t work in a relationship and I'm ok with that, but I don’t want to lose him as a friend too. He seemed to really hate that Lisa girl. I don’t want that. Besides Daniel loves me even if he does have a weird way of showing it. Were fine when he’s sober.”

“Y/n/n there’s more to the story with Lisa, talk to him.” Sam told you.

“Can we change the subject I don’t wanna talk about this anymore.” You said and that’s exactly what the three of you did for the next few hours. You just sat and talked and watched cheesy movies. You actually had fun.

Around five you pulled back into the drive of Meg’s house to pick up Amelia. You knocked on the door expecting to see Meg, but instead a man answered the door. A very familiar man, making you fidget under his gaze knowing there was no way you could explain this away.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Cas asked, clearly confused as to how you knew where he lived. Before he could answer, meg appeared behind her husband. “Y/n come in.” you did as she said.

“Amelia your mommy is here” Meg yelled walking off up the stairs. Cas stared at you in shock. Dean hadn’t mentioned to him about you having a daughter and Dean hadn’t shut up about you since the day you interviewed him. Unless...

“Please don’t tell Dean.” You panicked.

“It’s a bit late for that sweetheart.” You turned and were met with a pair of vibrant green eyes, looking a mix of shocked and upset. Before you could say anything, you were interrupted.

“Mommy.”

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trashforgubler · 5 years

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Paralyzed

Word Count: 1065

Summary: Amelia helps Owen through a PTSD flashback

Extra Info: Writers block was being a b i t c h so I had to raise this boi which has being sitting in my word docs from the dead and it is now resurrected. Also this fic is named after the song “Paralyzed” by NF and this dude is literally one of my favorite artists so if your into really deep just like, smart rap check him out

Warnings: Light swearing, panic attack

Requests: Open pls send (like I said writers block is a b i t c h)

Feedback pls and thank

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“Dr. Shepherd?”

Amelia turned around and faced Cross, who looked more confused than usual. His blond hair was sticking up in various positions, none of which were making him look like a competent doctor capable of saving lives. Amelia prayed that the next words out of his mouth were not I’m on your service today, in which case she might actually cry on the spot. Nevertheless, she plastered on a fake smile to hide her growing disdain for the man’s existence.

“What’s up Cross?”

“You need to go to the on-call room,” he spat out. “Now.”

Amelia furrowed her eyebrows and smirked. She couldn’t believe that any intern, let alone Cross was ordering her around like that. She let a laugh of disbelief escape her lips as she responded.

“Cross in what world do you think you can te-“

“It’s Dr. Hunt.”

Amelia’s smile fell from her face as quickly as it had appeared. She set her Surface down before sprinted to the on-call room, her mind playing out a thousand scenarios about what she would find when she opened the door.

Is he sick? Probably not, he looked fine this morning

Is he horny? Always a possibility, but not a situation he would get Cross involved in.

Is he upset? Did he lose a patient?

She could hear Owen before she even opened the door.

He was pacing from one side of the room to the other in the darkness, shaking his hands down by his sides and muttering something Amelia couldn’t make out under his breath. Slowly, she began walking over, making sure not to startle him.

“Owen,” she whispered. “Owen it’s me, it’s Amelia.”

Owen didn’t acknowledge her, instead, he kept pacing, completely oblivious to her presence and letting the sounds of his erratic breathing be his response. His chest was heaving wildly as beads of sweat dripped down his temples and onto his shirt. The wringing of his hands was becoming increasingly faster as his breathing was becoming more and more of a wheeze and less of a breath.

There is no way he’s getting enough air. Amelia thought to herself.

“How can I help O?”

“You can’t help him. No one can help him, he’s dead.” “Owen no one’s dead, do you know where you are?”

“He’s dead, I- I killed him.” Owen finally stopped pacing and looked at his hands, his eyes widening in fear as tears began flowing down his cheeks. “I killed him, I killed him.” He repeated between gasps.

“Here, come sit down.” Amelia coaxed. Owen ignored her again, his shoulders rising up and down as he began to hyperventilate even more. “I k-killed him.”

“Breathe, breathe, you’re okay. You’re safe, everyone’s safe.” Amelia moved in closer to him, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body as she ran her hand up and down his back, hoping to ground him, or at the very least calm him down enough so he could take a damn breath.

Owen shook his head. “He was right there and I just…” he paused for a moment. “I just let him die.” His voice cracked as he finished his sentence, and a new stream of tears began flowing down his face, staining the neckline of his shirt.

Amelia wrapped him in her arms, holding him tight against her small frame as he shook. “Breathe.” She whispered in his ear. Owen couldn’t hug her back, so they stood there, in the middle of a dark on-call room, with Amelia holding tight onto his shaking body, and Owen’s arms dangling limply at his side.

When his breathing finally started to slow, Amelia led him by the hand to the bottom bunk and sat him down. She untied his shoes and wiped his forehead and cheeks with the edge of her lab coat.

“Do you want some water?”

Owen looked up at her for the first time, finally registering her presence.

“I- sorry what?” he asked, completely disoriented. The last thing he remembered was walking into the on-call room because he needed a break from the ER. He had no recollection of anyone coming in or sitting down. And he definitely didn’t know why he felt so hot.

Relief flooded through Amelia’s body as she heard Owen’s voice. He sounded much more lucid then he had just moments ago. She studied him and found that his eyes had finally lost the glossed over look they had had for the past half hour.

“I said do you want some water?”

“No, I’m good.”

Amelia nodded, just being thankful he was finally breathing normally.

“What happened?” Owen asked.

Amelia crouched down in front of him and took his hands in hers, running her thumb over his wedding ring.

“You had a PTSD flashback,” she started, “A bad one.”

Owen nodded, still not remembering. “You were pacing and having trouble breathing which is why you might feel a little tired or light-headed right now, but you're okay. Everything is fine.”

Owen looked at the ground in embarrassment. He hated when that happened. He hated when Amelia saw him like that, and he especially hated when she had to take time out of her day to babysit him.

“Sorry.” He muttered, biting his lower lip as to not let anything else out. It appears he had already done enough damage; he didn’t need to cry on top of it.

“Owen no,” Amelia said firmly. “Look at me.”

Owen shook his head, not wanting to let Amelia see that despite his greatest efforts his eyes were watering, and his lip was trembling and there was nothing he could do to make it stop.

“Look at me.” She ordered.

Owen obeyed and cast his teary gaze up to her.

“You do not get to apologize for this, you hear me? This is not your fault, and it sure as hell isn’t in your control.”

“But I wasted your time…” he mumbled miserably.

“Owen, do I look mad?”

Owen shook his head, too afraid to say anything else in case he broke down again.

“You are never a waste of time, okay? You can always call me if you’re scared or sad or angry or happy or anything and I will be there, no questions asked.”

The smallest smile found its way onto Owen’s lips as he realized how goddamn lucky he was.

“Okay,” he said softly

“Okay.”

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singledarkshade · 6 years

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Memory Wipe

Part Nine

Amy would never forget the moment she realised that she truly loved Rory Williams.

She always knew she cared for him. She couldn’t go a day without talking to him no matter how innocuous the conversation was. She agreed to marry him, even if she’d managed to hold off the actual day by flying away in a time machine, and was happy about it.

Rory had always been there, he would do anything for her and she knew it, in some ways she took advantage of him because of it.

But the moment she thought he was gone, when she thought he had been turned to dust by an alien creature and there was a possibility she would never see him ever again Amy knew she couldn’t live without him.

She remembered the kiss he gave her when he realised that she had basically killed herself and the Doctor so she could see him again.

The joy and love in it meant she knew he would always be by her side.

Except now he wasn’t.

He was in the hands of a madwoman who had already turned him into a child sending him to live another life away from her.

“Here,” Sara placed a mug in front of her, “I thought you might want some tea.”

Amy gave the other woman a sad smile, “Thank you.”

“We’ll get him back,” Sara told her, “Trust me we’re not going to let that woman get away with this.”

“What’s he like?” Amy asked thoughtfully.

Sara frowned a little confused, “Who?”

“Rip Hunter,” Amy clarified, “I know Rory but I only met him as Rip when he was under the influence of Thawne and I wasn’t me.”

A smile touched Sara’s lips, “Intense, intelligent, annoying, loyal. I trust him with my life and I am going to smack him upside the head when we get him back for going with the madwoman.”

Amy laughed softly, “You’ll have to get in line behind me.”

“I guess you have seniority,” Sara conceded before asking, “What’s Rory like?”

“Sweet, caring, patient, the best man I have ever known,” Amy smiled again before sighing, “Does he know I picked him?”

“What?” Sara asked confused.

“I need him to know that I chose him over the Doctor,” Amy rubbed her hand over her face, “He believed that he loved me more than I love him. I need him to know that isn’t true, that I chose him, that I’ll always choose him.”

Sara reached out and took Amy’s hand, “If he doesn’t know then he will once we get him back.”

Gripping the mug Amy drank her tea as Sara left her alone with her thoughts once more.

From the moment he’d seen Amelia Jessica Pond, Rory had been in love.

True he’d barely been seven years old and had no concept of what love was. All he knew was that when his mum had dragged him round to meet the new people in the village on behalf of the village council, because Mrs Hepworth was visiting her sister, he saw an angel.

Amelia wasn’t happy to be taken from her home to come to live in Leadworth and definitely didn’t want to make friends with the boy whose mother was talking with hers.

She soon realised though that she had a very willing partner in crime who followed her lead with little complaint.

As they grew up Rory remained completely loyal to his flame haired angel hoping one day she would look at him the way he looked at her.

Finally she did, even though it was one of the most embarrassing moments of his entire life when she found out how he felt for her.

Their first kiss happened a few days later.

Rory had avoided Amy for three days still totally mortified by what had happened but his gran needed a lift to the church fete with her home-baking so he was forced out of hiding. He helped her empty the boot before he sat in his car brooding. Suddenly Amy climbed into the passenger seat and without a word kissed him as the Macarena played on the radio.

Rip held onto these memories while pain shot through his body as he hung from the ceiling by his wrists.

“You know this can end,” Druce told him, “All you have to do is agree to help us.”

Rip slowly raised his head, “Go to hell.”

Druce punched him and Rip’s head snapped to the side blood welling up in his mouth, spitting out the blood he glared at the man he’d once called friend.

“So you’ve become someone else’s lackey now Savage is dead,” Rip snarled at him, “The great Time Master Druce nothing but a lapdog.”

The next punch broke one of his ribs, Rip focussed on taking shallow breaths ignoring the man taunting him about his failures, about Miranda, about Jonas.

“If you don’t do what we want,” Druce’s voice filtered through the pain, “Then we will have to find another way. I’m sure Amy will make you much more co-operative.”

Rip turned his full attention on the man standing there, his eyes dark with anger before he began to laugh.

“If you think the Doctor will let her out of his sight until this is over,” Rip smirked at him, “You’re even more of an idiot than I thought. The Doctor will come and he will lay waste to whatever plans you’ve made, probably making quite a few bad puns as he does. You have no idea what you’re up against.”

Druce stared at him, “You’re waiting to be rescued.”

“I’m not the one he comes for,” Rip snarled, the broken rib making it painful to talk, “But you took Amy from him, you took us from our daughter and he’s not called the ‘Oncoming Storm’ for nothing,” he let out a harsh laugh, “With him will come the Legends and you’ve pissed off almost every one of them. All I have to do is stand and hold their coats.”

Druce turned away for a moment and picked up a taser stick.

“If you’re still alive when they get here, Rip,” he replied with a sinister smile, “You’re only useful to us if you give us what we want.”

Pain pulsed through him and Rip let out a cry before he let unconsciousness take him once more.

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“No, no, no, no, no.”

River winced when the Doctor kicked the console in frustration, it had been several hours since they’d returned and they were no closer to picking up Rory’s tracker signal than they had been when they first arrived.

“Doctor,” she said softly, “Perhaps you should take a break.”

The Doctor dropped his head, “I can’t stop. I can’t lose Rory again, River. I can’t let Amy lose him again. I can’t let you lose him.”

“And you’re not,” she assured him, “But you’re not going to be any use to him if you collapse from exhaustion.”

He dropped into the seat and sighed, “Rory’s first death was because he pushed me out of the way. I had to drag Amy into the TARDIS to get us to safety while she screamed for him,” he scrubbed his hand through his hair, “Then I had to try to get her to hold onto his memory because he was pulled into one of the cracks.”

“I didn’t know,” she whispered crouching beside him.

The Doctor rested his hand on her cheek, “Your father, bravest man I have ever known and one of the best friends I have ever had. I can’t let him down.”

Taking his hand River smiled, “I know you won’t.”

Taking a deep breath the Doctor stood once more, “Let’s try this once more.”

Sara grabbed a bottle of water taking deep breaths to settle herself. She’d come down to work out for a while needing to do something to get rid of the excess energy that came from feeling so completely useless.

She knew she should have done something. Rip was her friend she shouldn’t have let him walk into what they all knew was a trap. Hearing a noise she turned and found Amy standing.

“Sorry,” the redhead said softly, “I was just walking...”

Sara smiled as she trailed off, “It’s not a problem. You’re welcome to wander. Gideon will stop you going anywhere restricted.”

“Thanks,” Amy gave a tight smile.

Sara nodded, she grabbed a towel turning back to find Amy holding her staff and tentatively going through a few positions with it.

“Can you use that?” Sara asked interested.

Amy shrugged, “I think so. My memories were altered. I don’t know what’s real right now.”

Picking up the spare staff Sara took up a defensive position, “Okay, show me what you remember.”

Hesitantly Amy attacked becoming a little more confident in her moves after a few minutes.

“Good,” Sara said, “Widen your stance a little.”

Following the instructions Amy attacked again.

Amy accepted the bottle of water from Sara feeling more than a little stunned that she could actually fight like that. All the time she’d spent with the Doctor she had learned some skills but nothing like this.

Rory knew how to use a sword and, despite pretending that he didn’t, Amy was well aware of how often he would go through training drills to ensure he didn’t get rusty.

“It looks like whatever the training was,” Sara told her, “Either it was real or you had some amazing memories implanted but you have some skill and apparently muscle memory. Once we get Rip back if you like I can set up a proper training routine we can work with.”

Amy hesitated, she’d just assumed that they would go home once she got Rory back and they were safe. She hadn’t thought that the people here would want him to stay with them. Anguish filled her as she remembered that Rory now had a full life that had absolutely nothing to do with her. What if she didn’t fit into it?

Finally she gave Sara a small nod, “Thanks.”

“Captain Lance, Mrs Williams,” Gideon spoke up suddenly, “The Doctor has requested you come to the TARDIS.”

“We’re on our way, Gideon,” Sara replied as she and Amy headed into the corridor.

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He was cold and alone.

All he had in the world was a knife. It helped him steal which meant he at least got some food to stay alive.

Then she came.

Kind and gentle, she gave him food wrapping a blanket around him to keep him warm, gathering him up taking him to the Time Masters who gave him purpose.

For the first time he could remember he was clean, warm, well-fed and felt safe.

“I thought you said we needed him to have all his memories?” Druce asked as he watched Missy manipulate the man’s dreams.

“We do,” she replied, “But it should work if he is in a dream-state.”

Druce nodded, “How long will this take?”

“We’ll need to go through this process a few more times,” Missy smiled slowly, “Once he wakens then you can repeat your little display of male bravado. Being injured makes it easier for me to work with his dreams.”

Druce nodded, “Trust me I’m more than happy to torture the arrogant little bastard. He destroyed everything I worked for.”

With an amused chuckle Missy turned back to watching the dreams sliding around the mind of her captive.

This would be fun.

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The Doctor looked up when Amy and Sara walked onto the TARDIS.

“Have you found him yet?” Amy demanded as she reached the console.

“No,” the Doctor told her, “But,” he added quickly before she could say anything, “I have an idea”

“Which is?” Sara asked before Amy could.

The Doctor smiled slightly, “You two.”

The two women shared a confused look before turning back to him questioningly.

“I need the two people who care about him most in each of his identities,” the Doctor explained, “Using the TARDIS we will try and create a psychic link which we can then use to track him.”

Sara looked at him confused, “Why me?”

“You care about Rip,” River noted appearing from nowhere.

Sara shrugged, “He’s my friend but technically Gideon is the closest to him as Rip.”

“Unfortunately Gideon is an AI so that won’t work,” the Doctor replied, “There is no way to create a psychic link.”

“You are our next option. You entered his mind to free him after Eobard Thawne altered his personality,” River told her, “You were the one to persuade him to fight back.”

Sara stared at them, “How do you know that?”

“Gideon told us,” the Doctor replied with a shrug.

River rested her hand on Sara’s arm, “Rory told her to provide us with any and all information we needed when we first arrived.”

Sara shook her head in annoyance, “Yes, I care about him. And we’ll be having words about him not telling me everything when we get him back,” she grimaced before adding, “After Amy’s finished with him.”

“Excellent,” the Doctor said, “Take a seat and River will plug you in.”

“Plug us in?” Amy demanded before Sara could.

River moved them to the two beanbags that were sitting in the middle of the floor, “To the TARDIS. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Really?” Sara winced as Amy took her seat.

River nodded, “The TARDIS is very fond of my father.”

Sara looked at the three of them and gave in, “Okay, plug me in.”

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Rip cried out as the knife sliced along his ribs despite trying to keep silent. He was exhausted and his entire body ached. His mind felt cloudy as though filled with cotton wool and all he wanted to do was let go but he knew he couldn’t.

Another punch cracked his rib. He was almost sure the same rib had been broken already at some point then healed but he couldn’t remember when that was or how it happened.

He knew he needed to escape but he couldn’t remember where he was or who held him captive.

Rip tried to focus, tried to get his brain to shake the fog surrounding him but he couldn’t.

Pain shot through his body and he gave in slipping into the blackness once more.

But before he surrendered completely to unconsciousness he heard a woman’s voice, “This time let’s focus on Rory.”

Amy’s arms slid around his waist hugging him from behind as he stood at the TARDIS console. Rory smiled, turning to her and everything else disappeared as his wife kissed him softly.

“So,” she slid her hands into his back pockets, “The Doctor wants to know where we want to go now.”

“Wherever you want,” he smiled enjoying the small kisses she was pressing to his neck.

Amy pulled back and shook her head, “This time you get to choose. Come on,” she took his hand and pulled him over to the screen which showed a star map, “The Doctor says all he wants is for you to point to wherever you want to go.”

Rory hesitated, there was something odd about this but Amy distracted him by whispering in his ear, “Try and choose somewhere romantic.”

Shrugging he pointed to the top right corner of the screen, “Let’s try there.”

“Good boy,” Amy breathed pressing a kiss to his cheek.

The world tilted to one side and Rory fell into the darkness again.

Part Ten

#fic #doctor who #rory williams #amy pond #eleventh doctor #river song #missy #legends of tomorrow #rip hunter #sara lance

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robbinsarizonas · 7 years

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Battlefield (Part 7)

Battlefield part 7!!! :D We’ve got a lot more story to tell, so here’s another part of it :) All other parts are linked below :) @ferryboatsscrubcaps

The first step in recovering from a traumatic experience is stabilization. To feel safe in your own skin, in your home, in the arms of someone you love. It can be hard after a trauma for any kind of contact, physical or mental or emotional, to feel comfortable. Some are scared and jumpy, some hyperventilate at the touch of a fingertip, and some want nothing more than to be left alone in complete solidarity. However, contact is good for the soul. It’s important to have the help of someone you love to recover, it speeds up the process and allows for your emotional wounds to heal alongside your physical ones.

Amelia stared at the egg shell colored ceiling of her bedroom. She could only stare for a few seconds, though, because she was so restless from being on bed rest. She had become so antsy that she just couldn’t be still. For the past six weeks, she had done nothing but lay in this bed, and she was sick of it. She was tired of watching Tiny House Hunters and Say Yes to the Dress for hours and hours while laying in the same spot sipping on the same old water. She had to get up.

But he would kill her if she tried. Owen decided to take a leave of absence to take care of Amelia until she got better. He had been nothing short of a drill sergeant when it came to her staying in bed and doing everything she was supposed to. It took a while for her to realize exactly what had happened to her. Yeah she dealt with trauma everyday and she had watched so many of her loved ones die, but something like this has never happened to her. She was not used to feeling physical pain coursing through every part of her body and not knowing what to do.

At first, he wasn’t able to touch her. He tried, but her whole body flinched every time. This was common in people who experience accidents, especially as severe as hers. She was in a plane crash. That wasn’t a small little accident. She expressed to him how elated she was he was alive and how much she wanted to just lay in his arms again, but her mind just wouldn’t let her. Her mind was conflicting her heart and it was tough. But Owen, being the loving man he is, stuck by her and tended to her every need. But today, after six weeks, he figured it would be fine if he stepped out for just an hour or so to run a few errands.

Amelia’s head injury still wasn’t fully recovered. Upon arriving at Grey Sloan, she had a severe brain bleed and a fractured skull. Edwards went in and relieved it, but Amelia was still experiencing symptoms from the severe head injury. She had migraines quite often, her neck and head were constantly sore, and she had extreme sensitivity to light. She had a huge cut on her leg that was still stitched up and healing. A large piece of debris had cut her leg open and shards spread throughout the tissue inside her thigh. Kepner had to perform an emergency exploratory surgery to extract all of the debris. The cut was quite severe and she lost quite a bit of skin and tissue. She had cuts and bruises of various sizes all over her body, as well as second degree burns on her abdomen and lower back. Owen dresses the burns daily but she’s become basically immune to the pain.

On top of all of that, she’s pregnant. And Owen doesn’t even know. She’ll have to tell him soon, granted she was only two weeks when she found out and now she’s about 8 or 9 weeks so he can’t tell yet. But she wants him to know, she wants to share this little piece of happiness with him in the midst of such a difficult time in both of their lives. But for now, she was done with this bed rest shit. It had been 6 weeks. That’s plenty of time to heal, even though the doctors said she should take at least 8 weeks. She felt fine, so that was enough for her.

Amelia rolled over onto her right side, avoiding putting pressure on her sore right thigh. She grabbed the rail on the side of her bed that Owen had put up and slid it down. She stepped onto the cool hardwood floor and found her footing. She hoisted herself up off the bed, but she must have done it a little too fast. Her purple socks were super slick against the hardwood floors and her feet flew out from under her, causing her to land flat onto her stomach, hitting her forehead from the impact. She cried out in pain and instantly regretted her decision to get up. Amelia gasped for air, as being on her stomach unable to really lift her head up made it hard for to get proper air flowing through her lungs. She wiggled herself closer and close to her nightstand and snaked her hand up, barely reaching her phone. She quickly hit the number 2, which was Owen’s speed dial number and pressed call. He better pick up, she thought.

“Hey Amelia, what’s up?” He answered the phone happily.

Her voice was raspy and sounded almost like she was choking. The pain was too much, she felt a stabbing in her stomach and a pounding in her head. Her whole body ached. She barely got out the words. “Owen, I, I… fell. I can’t get up. It hurts. Please…….hurry.”

She heard the loud bang, probably of his car door shutting. “I’m on my way.” And she pressed the ‘end’ button.

Amelia tried to roll over, but she couldn’t support her own weight on her weak arms. She moaned from the pain, trying to move wasn’t helping but she had to figure out a way to relieve some of the pain. She didn’t want to cry but damn, it hurt. She picked her head up and tried to breathe, but her airway felt obstructed. She couldn’t get enough air, but she was getting enough to stay conscious. She heard the front door slam and breathed a sigh of relief. He rushed in, just as she cried out, “Owen!!!! Oh my god.” She screamed loudly, flinching her eyes because of the intense pain she felt.

“Amelia!!!! Amelia, what happened?” Owen asked, running in the room and crouching beside her.

“I just… I just wanted-to-to get up.” She choked out.

“It’s okay. Just hang in there. I’m gonna get you to the hospital right now. Oh my gosh, Amelia.” Owen rambled as he scooped her up in his arms.

“Amelia! Amelia!” Owen yelled. But it echoed through her ears as she lost consciousness.

“AMELIA!”

The ambulance doors swung open, the paramedics pushed the gurney Amelia lay on towards the open ER doors of Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital where April Kepner stood gloved up and ready, Owen had called her on the journey over, panicked, unable to really speak.

“I don't know what happened. I don't know what happened… I wasn't there… I left, I thought… I had an errand, I thought…. It’s been 6 weeks… She tried to get up…. She fell… I don't know what happened…” Owen said without taking a breath.

“Owen, Owen…” April said, carefully taking one of her gloves off and putting a hand on his shoulder. “Breathe. I need you to breathe. She needs you to breathe.” She said, standing in front of him now and looking him right in the eyes.

Owen took a deep breath, but it wasn't like it helped. He hadn't been there. He didn't know what happened. He didn't know if she had hit her head. He didn't know if she’d had any pain. He didn't know, he had left the house to run an errand. He should have been there.

“We’re gonna help her. We’re gonna figure out what’s wrong and we’re gonna help her.” April comforted, putting her hand on his shoulder again and giving it a friendly pat before heading into the ER to deal with the situation.

“Okay I’m gonna need all hands on deck!” She shouted as soon as she stepped in through the doors.

Owen didn't move. He didn't move for a good couple of minutes. He didn't feel like he could. It was like his brain no longer knew how to make his legs move. It just wasn't there. So he stood, and he looked down at the ground, and he reminded himself to keep breathing. She was going to be okay, the doctors had her, they had her, they knew what they were doing.

“Owen?” A voice came, causing Owen to look up almost from the shock of hearing something other than his own breathing and the distant sound of cars on a road nearby.

“What happened, is she okay?” Owen asked as soon as realising it was April standing in front of him, only wearing her scrubs, her hair as red as ever.

“Owen, I have something to tell you.” She said, but not in an at all grave or sad way, despite Owen’s brain twisting it that way.

“No… No no no no…” Owen said, imagining the worst, jumping to conclusions. “No no no no no-” He continued, until April shouting his name cut him off.

“She’s alive. She needs surgery, they’re taking her in right now, OR 5. A piece of debris made it’s way to her stomach. We have to control the bleeding.” This time Owen cut her off.

“So you’re taking her in, and you’re gonna control it.” Owen said, confident in April’s surgical ability as well as the other doctors at this hospital, his colleagues. He couldn't pick anyone better to take care of the woman he loved.

“Owen you know we can't make promises like that.” April said, reminding him that nothing was for sure, not ever. “But there’s something else…” She said, watching Owen’s face as it turned from relieved, to shocked and even scared. “She’s pregnant. 9 weeks, it’s early, but there’s definitely a baby in there.” April said, trying not to show too much happiness given the situation.

“She’s…” Owen said, unable to properly understand what April had actually said. “She’s…” He said again, happiness fighting with the fear and pain he felt. “She’s pregnant?” He got out all the words this time.

“She’s pregnant.” April nodded.

“She’s pregnant…” Owen said, not able to believe this was actually real and not some kind of elaborate prank.

Life is full of surprises. Good or bad, they’re inevitable. You can choose to avoid them, to take them and accept them and move on. Or you can choose to embrace the unknown and let life surprise you. Even in the midst of darkness, you can still see light at the end of the tunnel if you allow yourself to. You know, it’s important to be surprised every now and then and to enjoy it. It may just change your life.

#omelia #amen #amelia shepherd #owen hunt #fanfic #*

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talia-suskauer · 7 years

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Out Of The Ashes

Prompt sent in to @omeliafics from @ailingnoor: idea about season finale fire/explosion- fire breaks out in the hospital, explosion happens and Amelia is trapped in the burning building under the rubble. She is seriously injured but Owen is there for her.

Here I am again procrastinating my other fanfiction stories :) I love writing dramatic things like this, so I thought I would take a crack at it. Hopefully you like it! -Megan

Panic. Fear.

The fire in Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital broke out quickly, and spread just as fast. Burning beds, gowns, patients, staff. Everything was becoming engulfed in the flames. It wasn’t every day that something that damaging occurred. The doctors were doing everything they could not only to get the patients out of the building, but also to make sure they could all be safe too.

Worry. Sadness.

People were crying. Families had been separated. People couldn’t find their loved ones. The number of casualties from the fire was beginning to go up. Three. Seven. Ten. Fourteen. People were worried. Nobody knew how long this would last. The fire department was there, but containing the blaze was going to take a while.

Shock. Terror.

The explosion caused screams. People stood far from the building where they were safe, shielding their eyes and ears from the sound and sight to the blast. The left side of Grey Sloan was crumbling. Pillars were crashing to the ground. The dark smoke was pouring from the building. Teams of firefighters continued to do everything in their power to put out the fire.

Blood.

That was the only thing Amelia could taste. The red liquid coated her lips from the large split now going through the top one. Everything was dark. Breathing felt like an impossible task. She gasped out for air, taking in a breath of smoke and minimal good oxygen.

Her eyelids fluttered open slowly as she took in the horror scene she was in the middle of. She could see a less charred section of the hospital. She was almost away from the fire when the explosion happened. She moved one of her arms, reaching to touch the other. A large laceration ran down her upper arm, bleeding.

Amelia lifted her head, moving her hand to touch that. Her hairline near her forehead was sticky from the bleeding wound she had. She couldn’t feel her legs. Anything from the waist down was numb and she didn’t know why. She looked around. She saw bloody, lifeless bodies trapped under the rubble from the collapsed parts of the building. Looking towards the lower half of her body, she felt her heart start beating harder and faster.

‘No wonder I can’t feel them,’ she though, looking at the rubble that went from the bottom of her feet to just below her belly button. She was stuck, and she didn’t know if she was going to be able to get out.

From under a nurse’s station, Owen crawled out, followed by a small group of people. As the explosion hit he ducked under there with a few patients he had been trying to help out of the building. He pushed some rubble out of the way, coughing from the smoke from the now extinguished fire and the dust from the crumbling building.

A member of the rescue team spotted them, beginning to lead them out of there. Owen glanced around at the damage that had been done. It broke his heart seeing people crushed by parts of the collapsed building. He was scared. He didn’t know whether his friends and coworkers were safe.

“How many casualties?” he asked.

“So far? Forty two dead. Thirty nine sustaining major injuries.”

Forty two casualties. Thirty nine injured badly. Grey Sloan was a big hospital, but the fire only made it through one side of the building. That was still a lot, but so was forty two casualties. He had hoped for a lower number but realistically he knew things were going to be bad the minute he knew that there was a fire. His mind went to Amelia. He didn’t know whether she was one of the casualties or injured. He didn’t know if she had made it out of not.

He swallowed hard, spotting a white lab coat and brown hair. He knew that it was Amelia. Owen could spot his wife anywhere. He ran from the group of people he was with over to the large pile of rubble. Everything was hot, and the rubble was hard to move through.

“Amelia!” he called out. “Amelia!”

Amelia could hear Owen’s voice, faintly. She let out a sob as the pain from her head, lip, and arm hit her. She felt sick to her stomach. She felt a hand on her shoulder and she looked over. She glanced up and saw her husband’s worried face.

“Owen,” she whimpered.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” he breathed out.

“My l-legs.. I can’t..,” she said.

“We’re going to get you out of here, okay? You’re going to be okay.”

He took off his lab coat, and covered her upper body with it. She took the fabric with a shaky hand, and pressed it against the large wound on her arm.

“Can somebody help us?” he hollered.

“We’ll be right there!”

He began to try and move the rubble himself. Large chunks of heavy concrete crushed Amelia’s legs. He began to move the smaller pieces, clearing some of it away. She was scared, and so was he.

The blood began seeping through the fabric, the bleeding not showing any signs of slowing. Her head was still bleeding, the red liquid trickling down her face.

“Owen..”

“Don’t say anything. Okay? Just breathe, and stay with me, okay?”

Four men from the search and rescue team came in carrying an emergency stretcher. Owen waved them down, and moved closer to Amelia. He crouched down and pressed his lips to her cheek. He extending his hand out and took hold of one of hers.

Within ten minutes, the rubble was moved off of Amelia. Her scrubs were torn up and blood stained. Bone was pushed through the skin of her right leg, and her left foot was bent in an unnatural way.

“I love you so much,” Owen said.

“I love you too,” Amelia whispered as her eyes shut.

“Amelia?”

“Let’s get her out of here,” Owen said. “Now.”

Once she was moved onto the emergency stretcher, the five of them got her out of the building and onto the ambulance gurney waiting for her. The paramedics took over, with Owen insisting on going along with them. He held her hand and walked quickly with them as they got to the ambulance itself. Amelia’s eyes opened again, and she coughed heavily. She looked up at Owen and swallowed hard.

“Don’t leave me,” she pleaded.

“I wasn’t planning on it,” he said, letting go of her hand.

She was put into the ambulance and he followed the paramedics into the back. He took hold of her hand once more as she was given oxygen.

“We’ll be there soon. You’ll be okay.”

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Bonding Over Injuries

First, just letting you know that this is my longest fanfic to the time and it has been a wild ride. At one point I was just thinking about giving up but well, I decided to continue and this is the result. Hope you enjoy it and every type of feedback is accepted! Thank you in advanced!

summary: Evan Lester and Millie Howell have hated each other for who knows how long and so do their dads; until Millie gets injured. How will the two adults adapt to their kids’ new friendship after being enemies for so long?

words: 13.6k

trigger warnings: hospitals, broken bones, descriptive nightmares, mentions of blood

read on ao3 - (x)

author’s note: i don’t really know anything about medical things and I have never experienced a broken bone either so probably this is inaccurate and i’m sorry

''Dad, c'mon, I want to go on the swings and if we don't go fast the big kids are going to take them...'' a 7 year old Evan Lester said as he dragged his father faster to the park.

''Evan, we aren't in a hurry, see? We are already here. Now go, have fun!'' Phil said walking towards one of the few empty benches that weren't occupied by parents, relatives or nannies after seeing his son run rapidly to the only free swing that was left.

He watched him swing carefree and happy for a while and reassuring himself that Evan was fine he took out the book he had brought to read. It was going to be a relaxing day.

He was engrossed on his book when he spotted a shadow next to him, knowing it was Evan. ''You tired?'' he chuckled, knowing his son was such an energetic child he never got tired.

''Dad, you know I never get tired!'' Evan huffed, ''just coming here to tell you that I will be playing cops and robbers with other kids and... Millie.'' he pulled a disgusted face when he said her name.

Millie Howell was Evan's classmate. They both had been in the same class since they were babies and never got along well. Phil and Millie's father, Dan, had often ended up at the principal's office after his son and Millie had pranked each other in some way or another, getting on a fight that ended up with both of them being scolded by their fathers.

As stubborn fathers they both were, they always thought the fault it was the other's child, so they often ended up also arguing and never tried to get along either. They were often worse than their children to be honest.

''Oh Millie,'' Phil rapidly scanned the park around to spot her father, not really wanting to see the other parent, but relaxed when he didn't see Dan. He guessed Millie was here with a nanny so he didn't mind it much. ''well, don't worry about her, okay? now go, be the best cop you can and catch all those robbers!''

And with that Evan ran toward his team, who were probably conspiring on what to do to catch the other kids. Phil put his book aside and decided to follow the game, it was entertaining to see his ginger munchkin run around to catch the other kids. That when he heard a loud sharp cry.

Phil stood up, seeing 7 year old Millie Howell on the floor, her leg badly twisted, a streak of blood making its way down her forehead. He hated his father, but he wasn't a bad guy so he rapidly ran towards her, Evan next to her, a scared expression on his face, his blue eyes watering.

''I'm sorry Millie, I...'' Evan was saying to her when Phil arrived. ''Dad! I was chasing Millie and...'' his little and scared voice was heard. Phil turned to him and told him not to worry, but now they needed to check on Millie first.

He crouched down, seeing her leg, it was probably broken, he needed to get her to the hospital... ''Millie, I'm Evan's dad, where does it hurt?''

''My... my leg a-and my head'' the girl said, tears streaming down her face, lifting her left hand to where she had scratched her forehead, finding blood.

''Hey, don't move, you will hurt yourself more'' Phil told her, posing a hand on her shoulder, ''who is with you? I didn't see your dad...''

Phil's sentence was cut by an ederly woman's voice, who was trying to get to Millie as fast as she could, ''Millie dear, oh my god''

''Grandma I fell and hit my head a-and my le-leg...'' Millie started saying, the older woman tried crouching down to her and pick her granddaughter up but Phil stopped her ''Miss, we need to get to the hospital, I will call and ambulance, okay?'' and with that he took his mobile and dialed, blurting out the details as he waited for the ambulance to arrive his gaze between his son, Millie and Millie's grandma, who was also trying not to cry in front of her granddaughter.

Other parents were starting to crowd around to see what had happened and even though Phil tried to get them away from the girl Millie saw herself overwhelmed by so many people around, it was dizzy, she couldn't focus on her grandma anymore, ''Grandma...'' was all she managed to say when she blacked out.

Phil crouched down again and tried to wake up Millie by shaking her a bit. It wasn't good going to sleep after hitting yourself on the head.

Evan's voice brought him back to reality ''Dad, the ambulance is here!''

The paramedics came running towards them, one of them stood outside, dispersing the other curious people that weren't allowing the easy access to the little girl. It all happened too fast, since Phil was too shocked to function properly, Millie's grandma grabbed him and Evan by the hands and loaded them also in the ambulance, taking the four of them to the hospital.

It wasn't a relaxed day after all.

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Phil, Evan and Amelia (after a quick introduction Phil had finally discovered the name of the woman) found themselves in the wating room of the hospital. Phil had a comforting hand rubbing repeatedly on Amelia's back, trying to calm her down as she called her son, who had been working but after hearing the words ''Millie'' and ''hospital'' even Phil could sense Dan's distress and nervousness towards the situation.

Evan was sitting on his lap, face buried on his chest, he wasn't crying he was just staring into space. Phil was hugging him, passing his other hand through his sweaty ginger hair, whispering comforting words to him but he didn't seem to react.

He didn't know how many minutes had passed but suddenly a nervous and shaky Dan entered the waiting room, Amelia quickly noticing him and bringing him to a hug. Dan latched onto her, a pained ''mum'' left his throat while he cried harder on her shoulder, Amelia on her tip-toes to reach her tall son's head and cradle her fingers through his head as he was doing with Evan.

''How is she? My little girl...'' Dan's low and hoarse voice asked his mother.

''She is fine, the doctors said she has broken her leg and they are doing a quick surgery.'' Amelia said, but Dan sensed she wasn't finished, ''but she hit her head and had a scratch, and... and she blacked out.'' Dan let out another sob at this. His poor little girl. This couldn't be happening. Amelia held him closer as she finsihed her explanation, ''they are scanning her, they don't know for sure if it is because of the impact of the floor but she is fine, Dan. She is fine.''

Once Dan had calmed down a bit he noticed the presence to his left. ''Phil what...?''

Phil lifted his gaze from his son to focus it on the other man, ''Dan I...''

''You know each other?'' Amelia asked, not really knowing what's going on.

''Yeah, Evan and Millie are classmates... but I still don't know what is he doing here'' Dan didn't explain much, not really wanting to tell his mother that he totally despised the man in front of him, but the tone of his voice betrayed him.

Amelia noticed this, and before Phil could explain she spoke, ''This nice man and his son helped Millie before I could get to her, so the least you could do is thank them.''

''You helped my daughter?'' Dan asked the blue eyed, surprised Phil would do such thing when they hated each other.

''She needed help Dan, that fact that we despise each other doesn't mean I'm not gonna help your daughter if she is injured.'' Phil said, a bit annoyed that they couldn't lay their stupid anger towards each other even in a moment like this.

Dan was about to thank Phil when a door to his right oppened,''family of Millie Howell?'' a doctor's voice was heard, Dan sprinted to him, asking at least four questions per second. He only calmed down when he felt his mum's presence next to him and let the doctor speak.

''She is fine. We did a small surgery on her leg and will have to wear a cast for at least a month. About her blacking out it wasn't because she hit her head too hard, it was because she felt too overwhlemed and with the pain she had it happened. She is sleeping now if you want to see her.'' the doctor explained, Dan and Amelia finally calming down and following the doctor to Millie's room.

Amelia looked back one more time, looking at Phil who was hugging Evan again, whispering to him that Millie was okay.

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Dan entered the room practically running, he cried again when he saw his little girl, laid down on the hospital white sheets, her casted leg up in the air with a machine that was holding it up, the only thing that wasn't white coloured was her brown long hair sprawled our in the also white pillow.

''Millie, my little girl, you are going to be okay...'' Dan kissed her bandaged forehead and slumped down into one of the chairs next to the bed. Amelia repeated Dan's gesture and sat down next to her son.

''I'm so glad she is fine mum, I was so scared when you told me over the phone...'' Dan confessed looking at her.

''I was scared too. I saw her tripping on a rock and falling down...'' her voice was a bit shaky, but she took a breath and gained her composture ''but Phil is younger and faster, he was there before I could even stand up from the bench and remained calm through all, I don't think I could have done that much... and his little boy, he was so scared. He didn't talk or cry all the ride here, Dan I think he is still in shock...''

Dan was having an internal battle now. His mum was right, Millie was fine now and mostly thanks to Phil, who had helped her on the first place. He looked back to Millie, who was peacefully sleeping. She was fine. She was going to be fine.

''Go, thank him properly. He was still here when we entered the room...'' his mum's voice said.

''I'll be back in five minutes, I promise, I...''

''Go Dan, I will stay here, I'm not going anywhere.'' his mum reassured him with a small smile.

Dan nodded at her before leaving the room.

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The brown haired was thinking how he should approach Phil. They weren't friends, he didn't know how you should thank a person you hate. He was so deep in though that only a cry startled him.

''Evan shh...'' he spotted Phil, still in the seat that he had been before, cradling a sobbing Evan to his chest.

''It-its my fa-ault dad,'' Evan tried to say between sobs, ''I cha-chased Millie and she fe-fell, it's my fault s-she is injured''

Evan felt bad because Millie was hurt. He though it was his fault. Of course not. As his mother had explained Millie tripped and fell, it wasn't Evan's fault, not at all.

''Evan...'' a voice that wasn't his dad's called him, and both Lester's turned their gaze to Dan, who was slowly approaching them and slowly sat down next to Phil, looking at Evan.

''Mr. Howell I'm so-sorry Millie is hurt be-because of me, I promise I will nev-never bother her again I just want her to get better.'' Evan told him while fat tears rolled down his cheeks.

''Evan hey,'' Dan softly called him again, and the kid looked at him with a scared expression, worried Dan was going to scold him, ''Millie is okay and it's not your fault she fell, okay?''

''But I chased her! If I hadn't chased her, she wouldn't be in the hospital now!'' Evan cried harder, so Phil brought him as closer as he could, his right hand caressing his hair, hoping the action would help to calm his son down.

Dan looked worriedly at Phil, who looked back at him with a lost expression and the brown haired decided he needed to do something. ''Evan please, look at me''

At least a minute passed till Evan finally looked back at Dan, but quickly looked down, as if he was ashamed for something.

''Evan please, look at me'' Dan repeated and the kid finally did, his blue eyes now red from crying. ''It's not your fault Millie fell, she tripped over and twisted her leg badly, that's all. Don't feel guilty okay? And she is going to be okay, don't worry.''

''You promise she is going to be okay?'' Evan's innocent voice asked him, the boy had calmed down already.

''Yeah, I promise, you can come tomorrow to visit her if you want. She is sleeping now and needs to rest but she will be awake tomorrow.'' Dan told him with a smile, ''I think she would like to see you.''

''But she hates me...'' Evan reminded him.

''Believe me, she will be happy to see you, I will tell her what you and your dad did for her and she will not hate you anymore.'' Dan promised. He was sure after he explained everything to Millie she would understand.

Evan just nodded at him, tiredness already catching up with him, ''thank you Mr. Howell'' he whispered before hugging himself closer to his dad's chest and trying not to close his eyes to not fall asleep there but not succeding at all.

Dan turned his gaze to Phil, who tilted his head down a bit so he could kiss the top of Evan's head.

''Thank you Phil'' the brown haired told him, getting Phil's attention, ''if it wasn't for you probably Millie would have a more serious injure so, thank you.''

''No need to thank me Dan, anyone would have helped Millie.'' Phil responded, not sure about what more to say.

''But the fact that you hate me and you helped her anyways makes it even more valuable for me, I cannot hate you after this... not anymore'' he confessed. He couldn't hate Phil anymore.

''I cannot hate you either, Dan.'' Phil also agreed with him, ''I was scared, you know? I stayed calm for Evan and Millie and also even your mum but... I really don't want to be in a situation like that again.''

Phil looked down at Evan, who was now sleeping against Phil's chest. He didn't really want to have a similar situation with Evan, he didn't know how he would have handled it if it had been him.

''Promise you will come back tomorrow to visit Millie? I'm sure she would like to see you both.'' Dan's voice startled him from his thoughts.

''Are you sure? She will need to rest...'' Phil was right, maybe she wouldn't be in her best mood tomorrow, after getting out of surgery and all she might still feel poorly. They wouldn't want to disturb.

Dan realized Phil was right, maybe Millie would still need a few more days of rest but he really wanted to meet Phil and Evan again, mostly so Millie could thank them too. ''You are right... but, what do you say we trade phone numbers and I will call you when she is ready to have visits?''

''Yeah, that would be the best.'' Phil replied trying to get his phone out of his pocket but Evan's weight was too heavy and was difficult to move with a child drapped around your torso.

Dan chuckled at Phil's movements so before he would wake Evan up with them, Dan took out his phone from the front pocket of his jeans, ''tell me your number, I will send you a message so you can have mine.''

Phil blurted out his phone numbers and seconds latter he felt his butt vibrate, making him squirm and making them both laugh a bit. ''I think we should go, I need to put this little one to bed before he chrushes one of my ribs.'' Phil commented, standing up from the seat and making Dan do the same.

''Yeah, it's getting late and I should come back to Millie... I will call you, okay?'' Dan said, walking backwards.

''Okay, bye Dan.'' Phil said softly, before turning around and heading to the exit.

''Bye Phil.'' but the blue eyed didn't hear him anymore, he was already gone.

It was going to be a long night at the hospital for the Howells.

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Phil woke up to silence for the first time in years. He supposed Evan was still asleep after the day they had had yesterday, the lack of sound of the TV cartoons early in the morning was the main fact for it.

He decided they both needed a comforting breakfast. He was still thinking about yesterday, Millie getting rushed to the hospital, Evan feeling guilty because of it, Dan not hating him... It had been too much.

Phil walked barefoot to the kitchen and started to take the ingredients to make a whole breakfast when he heard a crash coming from Evan's room. He rushed to it, opening the door only to find Evan sitting on the floor covered in silver glitter, other bottles scattered around him.

''Dad sorry I woke you up I was making a ''get well soon'' card for Millie and I wanted to put glitter on it but I couldn't reach for it and...'' Evan looked scared that his dad was going to tell him off, but Phil was nowhere near mad, he couldn't be.

''Evan no, don't worry, I was already awake'' Phil said in the softest voice possible, letting Evan know he wasn't mad, ''I think it is really sweet of you to make Millie a card, she is going to love it, you will see.'' Phil picked him up, covering himself in glitter too.

''You think so?'' Evan asked him, latching his little arms onto his shoulders.

''Yeah, but to finish the card you first need to have a shower to get all that glitter off of you,'' Phil chuckled, making Evan laugh, ''and breakfast too, okay?''

''Can you help me later with it, dad? I think I will need help...'' Evan asked shyly. He wanted the card to be perfect and he couldn't make it perfect alone.

''Of course, but first... shower!'' and with that Phil fastly walked to the bathroom, making Evan laugh loudly.

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Dan had spent the night at the hospital, Amelia wanted to stay but Dan insisted his mother to go home and rest now, that she could come in the morning. Even though they both were stubborn and Amelia didn't really want to leave her son and graddaughter alone she was tired and promised to be back the next morning.

It was 10am when he woke up. He was stretching his body muscles hoping to get the blood working again when...

''Good morning sleeping beauty'' Millie's cheeky voice said, looking at him with a smirk.

''Millie!'' Dan squealed, realxing a bit at the sight of his daugher being alright so he rushed to her, engulfing her in a hug, trying not to disturb her clay-covered leg. ''Are you alright? Does anything hurt? Do I need to call a doctor?'' Dan started asking questions so fast Millie had to stop him.

''Dad! I'm okay!'' Millie told him, getting free from the hug he was giving her, ''the cast is a bit uncomfortable but I'm okay.''

Dan sighed in relief, and grabbed the seat he had been sleeping it closer to the bed, so he could be closer to his daughter. ''I'm so glad you are fine Millie, they told me you hit your head and you blacked out... You remember what happened?'' Even though the doctor had told them it wasn't because of the impact against the floor, Dan was still worried.

Millie looked back at the cast and the back to her dad again before answering ''I was playing cops and robbers and Evan Lester was chasing me, and the I fell and his dad came and then grandma was there and suddenly a mass of people was around me and that's all...'' she didn't know if she needed to remember anything more, she was unsure about what happened after her grandma arrived.

''Hey Millie, it's fine, you don't need to remember anything else, it's okay.'' Dan reassured her, caressing her long hair.

''Dad, I know we hate the Lesters but... Mr. Lester helped me yesterday. I was so scared and he did his best to get me safe from the people around, do you think once I'm out of the hospital I could thank them?'' Millie asked in a low voice. She didn't hate the Lesters anymore but maybe her dad still did.

Dan looked surprisedly at her, but not in a bad way. He was glad she understood the situation and he didn't need to explain twice what the Lester's had done. ''Sweetie, I don't hate them either... I know you and Evan never got on well, and neither did his father and I but after yesterday we talked and everything is fine. Evan felt guilty about you being in the hospital...'' Dan explained, he felt the need to tell her all, ''He said that as he was the one chasing you it was his fault you eneded up being at the hospital.''

''But it was no one's fault, right?'' Millie wondered. She could have tripped even if Evan wasn't chasing her.

''Of course not, it was a misfortune that you fell, but no, it wasn't your or Evan's fault, okay?'' Dan paused for a bit before speaking again, ''once the doctor checks on you and if you are feeling better I can call them so they can come and visit you, would you like that?''

Millie looked at him with her big brown eyes and eagerly nodded a few times, ''Yes dad please, I want to talk to them, tell them I'm okay.''

''I will, now, wait here till I call the doctor. Your grandma is probably on her way now to...'' but Dan's sentence was cut by a loud ''Grandma!'' from Millie, who opened her arms to hug her grandma who was bringing her a beautiful bunch of flowers.

Amelia left the flowers in the bedside table, and hugged her granddaughter, without even sparing a glance toward her son, who used the moment to disappear and go call the doctor.

And Phil. He also needed to call Phil.

But the doctor first.

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After the doctor had made all the check-ups and told the Howells that Millie needed to say for one more night at the hospital, Amelia managed to convince her son to go home and shower, change his clothes and that way he could also bring some spare clothes and pjs for him and Millie, so they could be more comfortable at night.

As he was entering back the hospital Dan called Phil before going up Millie's room.

''Yes?'' a deep voice responded at the other line.

''Phil? It's Dan.''

''Oh, hey, how is Millie? Is she okay? And you? Are you okay Dan? '' Phil asked him. 'How is he even so thoughful' Dan thought.

''Yes, don't worry we are okay. Millie needs to stay for one night more but she is fine. You can come...'' Dan replied, but he didn't get to say anything more when a voice that wasn't Phil was heard over the phone.

''Dad stop speaking on the phone! You need to help me with Millie's card!'' Evan's distant but loud voice was all he heard.

''Wait Dan,'' even if Phil had put the hand over the phone he could still hear the conversation, ''I'm talking to Mr. Howell right now Evan, wait a minute, okay? We need to make sure Millie is fine before we can go over.''

Evan was making Millie a card? This side of the Lesters was so new to Dan he didn't even know what to think.

''I'm back, sorry, what were you saying?'' Phil's now clear voice asked him.

Dan came back to reality and continued, ''I was just saying that Millie is fine and wants to see you both. You can come by late if you want, but visiting hours end at 7pm.'' he warned Phil. It was lunchtime now but he didn't know when they would appear.

''We will be around at 3pm if that's okay'' Phil told him, not too late so in case Millie got tired they could let her rest.

''We will be waiting, room 206. See you later then''

''See you later Dan.''

And with that their call was over.

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The Howells were watching some boring tv show on the hospital TV. Millie now was sitting down on the bed, her broken leg no longer up in the machine, and her dad and grandma next to her, both sitting on the uncomfortable chairs.

''I'm so bored... ugh'' Millie complained and Dan looked at her with a guilty expression.

''Sorry Millie, I didn't rememeber to bring you any books or games... I didn't realize.'' Dan apologized. He arrived to their house, showered, picked any change of clothes they would need and rushed out of the door, not even thinking about bringing his daughter something to read or colour.

Suddenly a knock on the door was heard, they all three looked at each other and before they could question it Amelia's voice was heard ''C'mon in!''

''Mr. Lester and Evan hi!'' Millie said with a happy voice when she spotted a tall man and a shy child who just waved at them all while entering her room, glad that they had come to see her.

Dan stood up from his seat and walked next to the end of the bed so he could properly greet them, ''thank you for coming guys, it means a lot''

Phil gave him a smile (which he returned) and turned again to the girl, ''how are you feeling Millie?''

''I'm fine Mr. Lester, dad told me what you two did for me and I wanted to thank you, so, thank you'' she chuckled at the sentence, looking at the Lesters and making the adults laugh.

''You are welcome, and call me Phil, please. Also, we brought you some things to make your hospital experience more bearable.'' and with that Phil lifted a bag filled with colouring books and some card and board games that he and Evan had at home.

''Thank you! Dad forgot to bring anything, at least I can do something fun now'' She stuck out her tiny tongue at her dad, who huffed at her but also couldn't stop from smiling.

Phil handed Millie a card game, which she excitedly took and turned to her grandma, who was already turning her chair to look at her and start playing.

Millie looked around and saw that her dad and Phil weren't talking, it seemed like they were avoiding each other gazes, she was about to ask them if they wanted to play to avoid the awkwardness they were creating when she spotted Evan, who was next to her dad picking up some string he had on the sleeve.

''Evan, you want to join?'' Millie asked her classmate, who was acting really shy towards everyone, even though he wasn't that shy looked at her surprisedly at the invitaiton. They weren't friends, they both knew that, but Millie didn't want to stay enemies anymore. And he hopped Evan didn't either.

All of them looked at her as if she was mad. She just wanted to befriend Evan, was it even that bad?

''Okay'' Evan replied, making his way to the free chair next to Amelia so he could also reach the bed to play.

Dan and Phil couldn't believe the scene in front of their eyes. Their keds, who had hated each other since they were babies were playing a card game together. And having fun.

Amelia noticed their surprised faces and laughed at them, ''you, the dads, go and have a coffee or something, we are having fun right?'' both kids hummed at this.

''Okay, we will be back in a few minutes'' Dan said, already walking to the door, a confused Phil next to him, who suddenly felt a pair of small hands around him, ''Dad''

Phil crouched down to him, worried about his behaviour, ''Evan, what's wrong?''

Evan leaned in and started whispering into his ear so none of the other aldults could hear him, even though they were watchin the sweet scene it was happening in front of them, ''don't be back to late, I want us to give Millie her card soon, okay?'' he told him.

His son was worried because he hadn't had the opportunity to give Millie the card yet. And he wanted to do it with his dad. Oh Evan...

''Don't worry, one coffee and we will be back, alright?'' Phil whispered back, kissing his forehead and standing up, ''now go, don't make your other two players wait''

And with that the two dads walked out of the door, smiling at the loud laugh the heard after the door was closed.

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Dan and Phil were now sitting at the hospital cafeteria, both sipping the not-so-bad coffee that they had ordered only a few minutes ago. The silence between them was getting awkward.

''So...'' both of them spoke at the same time, letting out a chuckle. Dan gestured to Phil so he spoke first, having another sip of his coffee.

''So, how are you holding up? I know Millie is fine but I cannot even imagine how it is for you.'' Phil said, his tone full of concern.

Dan tried not to show a surprissed expression at Phil's question. How was the man that had been his enemy for years asking him how he was? Okay, they didn't hate each other anymore but it was strange for him...

''Actually, I'm glad it is just a broken bone to be honest. It could have been much worse, I still think what would have happened if the impact on her head had been harder and...'' Dan looked down at his coffee, not really wanting to show Phil his watery eyes.

''Hey, Dan don't think about what would have happened, she is fine and that's what matters.'' Phil cautiously moved one of his hands to gently touch Dan's wrist, who looked up at it and then back at Phil.

The blue eyed man noticed this and was about to retract his hand when Dan properly grabbed it, playing with Phil's long fingers.

''Thank you'' Dan said, looking back at the man in front of him, who offered him a small smile before taking another sip of his coffee.

''No need to thank me, Dan. I'm glad I helped.'' Phil replied. He looked down at their hands before speaking again, ''I have been thinking that if our kids have been able to set their differences aside we also should, only if you want to of course.''

Dan was about to response when Phil continued talking, ''I know we established that we didn't hate each other anymore but I think we could be friends maybe? I don't now, I just know that I don't wa...''

''Phil!'' Dan almost shouted, finally grabbing the other man's attention and stopping his rambling, ''I think I want to be friends with you too. Our kids seemed to be getting friendlier with each other a few minutes ago so I also think we could get to know each other better too.''

That's when Phil realized they had been in the cafeteria for half an hour and he had promised Evan he would be back soon. ''C'mon let's go back, Evan has a little surprise for Millie and I promised him I would be with him when he gives it to her.''

Dan already knew what he was talking about. It had to be the card for sure; but he pulled on a fake surprised face not letting Phil know he already knew, ''Oh really? Well, then let's go.''

The both stood up, both noticing the lack of the other's hand and missing the other's touch.

It had been nice to have a reassuring touch form a... friend, Dan thought.

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As soon as they both entered the room again Evan launched himself to his father's arms, who picked him up and led him to the bag that they have left before.

At the same time Dan walked up to the bed and stood next to Millie, asking her questions about the game to distract her about the surprise.

''Millie,'' Evan called her, grabbing her attention and clibming down his father and approaching her bed, this time Dan walked next to Phil so Evan could be closer to Millie, ''here, my dad and I made you this card so you can get better soon, hope you like it.''

Evan handed her the green paper card, who was filled with silver glitter, some doodles around it and a blue dark text that said ''get well soon Millie!''

''Oh, thank you so much Evan! It is so nice and I love the doodles! You should definitely draw something on my cast!'' Millie said, clutching the card with both hands before putting it next to the flowers that her grandma had brought earlier.

''Maybe we should wait to be at home for that, okay Millie?'' Dan told them, knowing the two of them would have every hospital sheet painted in 0.2 seconds.

''Yeah, we could arrange a play date for you two once you are out of the hospital, since I suspect you Millie will have to stay home for some days before going back to school right?'' Phil suggested.

Dan nodded, letting Phil know that he was right. ''Millie needs to stay one day more here, but after tomorrow we will be home.''

''That way I can show you my game collection Evan! My dad just bought the new Mario game!'' Millie told his new friend, who shared her excitement by telling her that he hadn't had the chance to play it yet.

''Look at you two, I could even say you could be best friends by now!'' Amelia said to them, oblivious to Evan and Millie's rivalry.

With that Evan held out his hand and offered it to Millie, ''friends?''

''Friends'' Millie replied, shaking it a bit before laughing.

''Why do you two look so surprised?'' Amelia asked their dads who just shook their heads and looked at the kids again, who were talking about some random thing again as if thei had been friends forever.

It had been something out of a movie to be honest.

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It had been a week since Millie got out of the hospital and Dan was exhausted. Their house had stairs, and even though only their bedrooms were upstairs it was such and invonvinience for Dan, because evertytime Millie needed to use the bathroom, or have a shower or even watch TV he had to pick her up, make it safely downstairs and move her around. The hospital had lend them a wheelchair so Millie could move around the house, but their hallways were so narrow the wheelchair couldn't be opened properly; so Dan was the one carrying her around.

Moreover, he had to make sure that Millie took her medication at the right times and did a bit f exercise so her leg could get stronger before the took out the cast. Oh, and he also needed to finish work. At least he worked from home.

Every morning he woke up to a text from Phil, asking him how they were, in which he always lied and told him they were fine, when Dan was almost falling asleep in the hallway.

Today it was friday and Dan was helping Millie do her exercises when the question came up, ''Dad, do you think Evan could come today to hang out?''

Oh, right. They had talked about Evan coming and painting Millie's cast in the hospital. Today was Friday so he supposed the Lesters weren't busy. He could always ask. ''Yeah I can send Phil a text now, see if they don't have any other plans.''

''Can Evan stay to sleep too? Please dad, tomorrow is Saturday and we don't have school!'' Millie pleaded him, ''He could help me catch up with all I have missed, please!''

That was a good point. Millie had been missing school and probably it would be good for her having help so she wouldn't be behind once she came back.

''Okay, I will ask his father after lunch, now lets continue the exercises, alright?'' Dan conceded, offering her a smile which hs daughter returned.

It was going to be a long Friday after all.

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Dan had texted Phil and yes, as he suspected they weren't busy and Evan had also been bugging him to bring him to see Millie, so both kids were excited to have a sleepover later.

At 6pm Dan opened the door to the cheerful Lester's who were waving enthusiastically at him. ''Hi you two, come on in.''

''Thank you for letting me stay with Millie Mr. Howell'' Evan said politely, clutching his over-night backpack closer.

''Evan, you are always welcome here and call me Dan please, Mr. Howell makes me feel old'' Dan replied, making all of them laugh. ''Now go, Millie is waiting for you upstairs.''

And with that Evan hugged his dad goodbye and sprinted to Millie's bedroom, leaving the dads alone.

''Dan I know we agreed that Evan could stay the night and all but are you sure?'' Phil asked after noticing the bags under Dan's eyes. The texts said he was okay, but now Phil knew he had been lying to him, ''you seem tired and I don't want to put another responsibility on you.''

''What? No, Phil. Evan can stay really. Yeah, I'm a bit tired but I'm okay don't worry. You can come back for Evan tomorrow.'' Dan said, not really wanting to tell Phil that he was exhausted and wanted to sleep for almost three days.

''Okay then, call me if there is something wrong. See you tomorrow then...'' and with that Phil waved back and headed to his car, not taking his gaze off of Dan, who was waving back at him from the front door.

He only closed it once the car was out of his sight.

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It had been a complete evening for the three of them. They had played videogames, Evan had painted Millie's cast and little Lester had also helped Dan making dinner. Who would have thought that a seven year old could even cook well?

The were all now sleeping but it was only when Evan felt a hand on his shoulder, waking him up. ''Evan... Evan wake up...''

''Wha...?'' a sleepy faced Evan looked at his friend from the spare bed Dan had set up for him.

''Could you wake my dad? I need to use the toilet and I don't want to shout.'' she asked him, who nodded at her and rose from the bed, his sock claded feet not making any sound.

Once he reached Dan's bedroom he knocked, but couldn't hear a come in, so he waited a bit before opening the door and he didn't expect what he saw. Millie's dad was shaking while sleeping, moving around in his bed as if he was running from someone. His face expressed pain and sadness. He was also repeating the sentence ''No, please, not again''

Evan walked up to him, and even though he was scared he called out hor him ''Mr. Howell... Dan...'' but he wasn't waking up, so he did the only other thing he could think about, he jumped to the end of the bed and crawled to Dan's chest, putting his hands there to make him still, ''Dan!'' he finally said, loud enough the the adult woke up, sitting up and rubbing his eyes before looking a his right and finding Evan there.

''Evan what...?''

''Millie wanted to go to the bathroom and she asked me to ask you because she didn't want to shout so I entered and you were shaking and I think you were having a bad dream and I had to wake you up and it was so scary...'' Evan rushedly told him. It had been scary to see his friend's dad like that.

Dan looked at him. Evan was right, he had been having a nightmare. He had been having nightmares since the day they arrived home from the hospital. That was another thing to add to the list of why Dan wasn't getting enough sleep.

The brown haired realized he had been silent for a long time when Evan asked him another question, ''are you okay now?''

Dan looked back at him and realized the scared expression Evan had on his face. He was sure he had scared the child with his nightmare too. ''Hey, yes, come here'' Dan said as he opened his arms to Evan, who looked like he really needed a comforting hug. Evan climbed to Dan and hugged him, instantly relaxing against him.

Evan was the first to deattach himself from the hug, ''Dan, Millie needed to use the toilet!'' he reminded him.

''Oh my God, we better go now!'' and with that both of them climbed down the bed and rushed to the bedroom, where Dan picked Millie faster that he had done before and ran downstairs to the bathroom.

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Once Dan and Millie came back, Evan was already on bed again, but he wasn't sleeping yet. He felt the need to tell his friend what was worng. Maybe she could help her dad, who knows.

''If you need the bathroom again just shout, okay Millie? Don't worry'' and with that Dan gave her a kiss on the forehead and left the room wishing them good night.

''Millie'' he whispered, trying to catch his friend's attention before she fell asleep.

''What? You can't sleep?'' Millie asked back.

''No, it's not that, it's about your dad.'' he replied.

''What!? Is something wrong with him?'' she almost shouted, looking back at Evan who was already looking at her.

''I don't know, it's just that when I went to wake him up he was having a nightmare, and it was so scary Millie... he was shaking and I had to wake him.'' Evan explained quietly, ''did he have nightmares before?''

Millie seemed surprised, ''I don't think so... what do you think we should do? I don't want my dad having nightmares every night...''

''Maybe we could ask my dad, maybe he knows what to do'' Evan commented, hoping his friend would agree.

''Yeah, maybe... you can ask him tomorrow when he comes and I can beg my dad to let me call you or something, what do you think?'' Millie suggested.

''Let's try that but now,'' Evan's sentence was cut off by a yawn, ''I need to sleep... night Millie''

''Night Evan'' she whispered back, falling back to sleep.

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It was Saturday and Dan was making lunch while calling Phil to talk about what time he could pick Evan up. ''I can be there around 5 if that's okay''

''Yeah of course, 5 is fine by me'' Dan agreed.

''Can I speak to him for a few minutes? I miss my ginger monkey'' Phil asked him, making both of them laugh at the nickname.

''Yeah wait, I will go get him'' Dan said as he walked towards the lounge where Millie and him were watching a movie. ''Evan, you dad is on the phone, he wants to talk to you.''

At this Evan jumped off the sofa and Dan handed him the phone, walking back to the kitchen to give them some privacy.

''Hey dad!'' the little Lester said to him, making his dad smile.

''How are you Evan? Did you have a good night at the Howell's?'' Phil asked.

''Well, I...'' Evan started, looking at Millie and seeing her nod. Now they had the opportunity to tell Phil about Dan's nightmares so they weren't going to let it pass, ''Millie woke me up in the middle of the night because she needed the toilet and I went to get Dan but...''

''But? Did something happen Evan?'' Phil tried not to show his worry on the phone but it was difficut when your son stopped speaking mid-sentence.

''But I entered the room and he was having a nightmare and it was really scary dad, he was shaking and speaking and I had to wake him up. Millie is really worried and I...'' Evan explained quickly, looking back at the kitchen, making sure Dan didn't hear him.

Phil didn't really know what to say. Dan told him he was okay, and even though he had noticed he was tired he didn't expect it was also because he had been getting almost no sleep due to the nightmares.

''Hey Evan don't worry, I will try to talk to him about it when I go and pick you up okay?''

''Okay dad, thank you.''

''Now give the phone back to Dan, we will see each other in a few hours, okay?'' Phil said in a sweet voice.

Evan hummed in agreement and walked back to the kitchen, where Dan picked up the phone and said his 'goodbyes' to Phil.

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The clock just ticked 5pm when the doorbell of the Howell household rang. Dan opened the door to a smiley Phil, ''Hey, come on in,'' Dan said in a soft voice, ''they are having a nap right now, hope you don't mind... You want a coffee or something before you and Evan go?''

''Oh, a coffee would be fine, thank you.'' Phil was sure he would need something to maintain the conversation he was about to have with Dan.

''The lounge is that way, it will be a moment'' Dan signed the room where the lounge was before disappearing to the kitchen.

Phil had made himself comfortable in the sofa when Dan entered the room with two mugs and put them both on the coffee table, ''they are super hot, even though I like hot coffee I think it's better let them cool a bit.'' Dan chuckled.

''How was Evan? Was he any trouble?'' Phil asked, looking at the bags under Dan's eyes that were more marked than the other day.

''Oh no, he was an angel Phil really, I don't know why Millie and him didn't get on well on the first place.'' that made the both of them laugh. The fact that in a few days the both of them had become inseparable was unbelievable. Also, Phil and he had also bonded really well, so it was a bonus.

After the conversation turned to a few other topics Phil finally decided to talk to Dan about the nightamares.

''Look Dan, when I talked to Evan today on the phone he told me something that has been bugging me and I promised Evan I would talk to you about it.''

''What is it?'' Dan was scared. Had he said something to Evan that could have hurt him?

''Evan told me that he went to wake you up and you were having a nightmare and that it was scary I just...'' but Dan didn't let him finish.

''I'm so sorry Phil I scared your child with a nightmare I had, I'm sorry.'' Dan's eyes started to water, ''he came to wake me up because Millie needed the bathroom and I was having a nightmare and I just can't stop haing them after the accident and they are so freaking terrifying...''

Phil saw how Dan was getting worked up because of this so he grabbed his hand, caressing it a bit as he had done back at the hospital. ''Hey, it's okay. You want to tell me what it was about? Maybe it could help you if you talk about it?''

Dan gulped and nodded before talking. ''It's always the same thing. I see Millie falling over, breaking her leg and then she hits her head but this time it's not just a scratch I can see how her skull breaks and...'' Dan was sobbing now. As he had explained before, it was horrifying just the thought about it.

Phil was almost crying with Dan at this point. He couldn't imagine the pain he was going through just talking about it so he brought him into a hug and caressed his hair to calm him down like he had seen Amelia do days before and apparently it was working, Dan's breath was returning back to normal at least.

Once Dan had relaxed enough Phil grabbed him by the shoulders so he could look at his brown eyes. ''Promise me that if you have another nightmare you will call me.''

Dan was about to protest but Phil didn't let him. ''Promise you will call me, doesn't matter what time it is, just call me okay?''

Dan just nodded before lifting a hand and cleaning his tear-stained cheeks. ''Sorry for crying on you.''

''Don't worry about it.'' Phil lifted his hand and cleaned a lone tear that was making his was down Dan's left cheek.

Dan was about to thank Phil when they heard little steps down the stairs, a sleepy Evan making an appearance in the lounge, ''Dad, is it time to go?'' he asked before yawning.

''I think so ginger lion'' Phil chuckled, opening his arms so Evan could climb into them and sit on his lap.

''I though I was ginger monkey dad'' Evan protested, pouting a bit.

''With that messy hair on top of your hair you don't look much like a monkey I would say'' and both adults laughed at the sight of Evan trying to tame his hair.

''Okay, let's say good bye to Millie and let Dan rest, okay?'' Phil commented, putting Evan down on the floor before both adults followed him to Millie's bedroom.

Once they had all said proper good byes Phil turned to Dan while Evan walked back to the car. ''Do you rememeber what you have to do if you have a nightmare?''

''Yes, I do Phil. I will call you.'' Dan playfully swatted him on the chest while trying to looks serious and annoyed at him, but not being able to fight the smile that was appearing on his face, ''now go, your little ginger monkey is waiting for you.''

''See you soon Dan.''

''See you soon Phil.''

And with that the front door was closed.

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It was three days later when it happened. Dan had been getting a few days of good sleep but it seemed like today wasn't one fo them.

He woke up panting. The nightmare had become stronger and now he could hear Millie's screams and it was all more graphic. He picked up the phone and looked at the time, 2:40am it said. He though about calling Phil. He had told him that he could call but he couldn't deny it still felt like he was bothering him.

''No, I'm gonna try and sleep again'' he said to himself, leaning back into the pillows and rearranging the sheets.

But as soon as he closed his eyes the images from the bad dream came up flashing to his head, making him jump again and this time picking up the phone and seraching Phil's contact before dialing.

''Pick up please...'' he whispered onto nothing, clutching his phone as close as he could to his ear.

''Dan?'' Phil's deep voice said at the other line.

''Sorry to call you now but you told me I could and I had a nightmare and...'' Dan started to explain, his voice trembling remebering the new images that had appeared.

''Hey, Dan it's okay, don't worry,'' Phil reassured him, ''now, copy my breathing over the phone, can you do that?''

''Yeah I think'' his voice already a bit stronger.

Phil started inhaling and exhaling air calmly, Dan copying him. After a few minutes Phil started telling him a fairytale, which made Dan laugh but Phil shushed him and Dan let him tell the story. He could feel how his eyelid were closing again.

''You alright? Do you need anything more?'' Phil asked him, in a quiet and soft voice.

Dan just realeased an hum, not indicating if it was a 'yes' or a 'no', so Phil was about to ask again when he heard Dan's sleepy voice ''thank you Phil.''

''You are welcome Dan, now sleep.''

Phil made sure he ended up the phone call, but not before he listened to Dan's soft snores that indicated that he was already in deep sleep.

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It had been already two weeks since Dan called Phil because of a nightmare. He had been sleeping a bit better. He didn't call Phil again, just sent him texts before calling him and with the silly text Phil would send him were enough to make him forget about his nightmare. Also, they had been texting each other non-stop since the call happened and it was helping their friendship blossom.

Now, Dan and Millie were at the hospital again to see how her leg was doing and see if they could give her crutches instead of the wheelchair.

''At least if I get crutches you won't have to make so many effort to carry me around dad'' Millie told him as they were waiting for the doctor.

''Millie, I don't mind carrying you around. You are always my first priority, cast or no.'' Dan told her, caressing her hair.

''Yeah but dad, you are exhausted. You carry me around all the time and since Evan told me about the nightmare I worry...'' Millie confessed. She had been worried about her dad since the day Evan told her he hand found him shaking in his sleep.

Dan sighed. He supposed Evan would tell her about the bad dream, how could he not? They were friends now. Dan didn't want to worry Millie with his own problems, she had enough with her broken leg. ''Look Millie, you don't have to worry about me. I'm fine.''

''But dad...'' she didn't get to say more because a nurse's voices called them into the room.

At least she got crutches now.

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''C'mon, we should celebrate with something now that they gave you crutches!'' Dan said excitedly as they entered their home. Millie walking awkwardly in front of him.

''Can Evan and I do a sleepover again?'' she turned around to face him, ''Now that I have crutches we could so some exploring in the garden for our nature class.''

''Okay, but on one condition,'' Dan lifted a finger, ''if you go exploring and your leg starts to hurt you will immediately tell me.''

''Thank you dad!'' Millie smiled widely at him and almost jumped but had to stop because with the crutches was impossible.

''Careful! Now, let's have pizza or something, I don't want to cook...'' Dan said, as he walked to the kitchen, giving Millie a kiss on the top of her head on the way to it.

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It was another Friday in the Howell household and Evan was staying over this time. The kids had spent the day exploring the garden as they had talked about some days before. As they were distracted Dan was relieved that Millie was more independent with the crutches, but that didn't mean he was less tired.

This meant that he had to catch up on everything he hadn't done while Millie couldn't walk by herself and that, for Dan, had been exhausting. Tones of laundry needed to be done, multiple trips to the grocery store, work that he hadn't finished yet, cleaning almost the whole house... It was exhausting.

Now the kids were already in bed and sleeping. After being walking around the garden the whole day had also been tiring for them. Dan walked to his bed and was trying to sleep, but he couldn't and after an hour of trying he walked downstairs to the bathroom and took a sleeping pill he had found. ''I hope this works a miracle or something...''

He walked back to bed, now with a slight headache but, it was strong enough to make him fall asleep.

It was a few hours later when the nightmare came back, now stronger than ever. It started the same, Millie tripping, breaking her leg and hitting her head against a rock, but now someone was speaking to him in a deep voice, telling him what a bad father he was and Millie was repeating the words to him.

He woke up crying and he didn't even think of it twice. He grabbed the phone and called Phil instantly while he clutched a pillow to his body trying to muff the sound that were escaping him.

''Dan! Did something happen to Evan?'' Phil's alarmed voice sounded over the phone. It was alte so it didn't surprise Dan that Phil was worried about his son's well being.

''E-Evan is okay. It-it's m-me.'' Dan's shaky voice said.

''Dan, do you want to try what we did last time? Copy my breathing?'' Phil proposed, but he noticed Dan was sobbing onto something that could be a blanket to quiet the sounds, not letting him speak. It was worrying.

After a few minutes Phil had had enough of listening to his friend violently crying and he made the decision, ''that's it, I'm coming over.''

That's when something ticked into Dan, ''I... Phil...''

''No, I'm coming and that's final, you cannot stay like this. See you in a minute Dan.'' and with that he hung up.

He didn't care if he got a speed limit ticket for this. He needed to get to Dan.

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Phil arrived to Dan's house in the blink of and eye. He got out of his car, lifted the doormat that when he knew Dan left a spare key, opened the door and quietly walked upstairs, when he located Dan's bedroom door and carefully opened it, finding a crying Dan in bed with a pillow clutched to his chest.

''Dan.'' Phil said in the quietest voice possible while approaching him and sitting next to him on the bed.

''Phil'' the brown haired looked surprisedly at him, not believing Phil had come, ''Phil...'' Dan repeated again before launching himself into the blue eyed's arms only to start crying again. Phil hugged him back as close as he could, moving them both so that now they were both lying horizontally on the matress.

Once Phil noted that Dan was calming down he separate their bodies a bit so they could look at each other, ''Do you want to talk about it?''

Dan though about it decided that yes, he could trust Phil with this. He needed to get it our fo his brain. ''I took a sleeping pill because I couldn't sleep and I think the secundary effect of it caused the nightmare to get stronger somehow, and it was the same as last time Millie falling over, her leg breaking, hitting her head but this time a voice was speaking over...'' Dan took a shaky breath before continuing, ''it was telling me how a bad father I am and then Millie was repeating it to me and I...''

Dan started crying again, but he wasn't making any sound, just tears were falling to the pillow that he was laying on.

''I'm not the best dad ever, I know that'' Dan said in a hoarse voice from crying, ''I know Millie could do with a better dad, I mean, look at me crying at 3am because of a nightmare, I would understand if she didn't want me as a dad anym...'' but his speech was cut off by a pair or lips over his. A pair of lips that belonged to Phil. He didn't dare to move. He was to shocked to do anything and before he knew it it was over.

''Millie has the best dad she could have asked for. You are not a bad dad. Stop believing that. She couldn't ask for a better dad, I'm sure of that.'' Phil told him, both still a bit in shock about what had happened.

''I'm sorry I kissed you, I didn't know how to stop your rambling...'' the blue eyed apologized, his cheeks getting a bit red coloured even though they couldn't see each other much in the darkness of the room.

''Don't apologize for that. Don't ever apologize for kissing me.'' and with that Dan brought a hand to Phil's neck, bringing their mouths closer in another shy kiss, rolling them a bit so Dan's back was touching the matress, Phil's half body on top.

Once the kiss was over Phil leaned in again, ''You. Are. Not. A. Bad. Dad.'' he punctuated every word with a kiss, making the brown eyed smile a bit.

''Stay?'' Dan asked him shyly, caressing his neck a bit trying to convince him ''it's late...''

Phil nodded and started standing up to go to the lounge couch but Dan caught his pajama shirt with the free hand that wasn't on Phil's neck ''stay with me, please''

''Okay, I will.'' and with that he dived into another kiss, now exploring their mouths deeper, biting each other's lips, their tongues caressing.

They ended up cuddling under the monochrome duvet, stealing a few kisses through the night. But, Dan had to say he finally had a good nights sleep since the accident happened.

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It was early. Too early for a Saturday, in fact. Millie checked the alarm clock on her nightstand, a green 7:43am flickered repeatedly. She let our a fristrated groan and decided that she would let Evan sleep while she watched some cartoons downstairs, so, she grabbed her crutches and waddled her way onto the hallway where she heard someone snoring? From his father's room? Wait, her dad didn't snore or if he did he didn't do it that loudly.

After her dad had the nightmares he was worried about him... what if the snore meant he was having one? She needed to see that her father was sleeping peacefully.

Millie walked awkwardly to the door, fiddled with the crutches before managing to open the door only to find two figures peacefully sleeping on the bed. What was even happening? She took a few steps closer only to see that the other figure next to his father was... ''Phil?'' she said out loud, her voice squeaky enough to wake both of them up.

''What? Millie you okay?'' Dan said as she spotted her at the end of the bed, forgetting a confused Phil next to him.

''I just heard someone snoring and you don't snore and I was confused so I came to check...'' Millie replied a bit embarrassed.

Dan let out a little 'oh' and looked at Phil, whose cheeks were pink as he scooted to the other side a bit, so he and Dan weren't that close.

''Phil came because I had a very ugly nightmare and he stayed, just as Evan. We had a sleepover too.'' He didn't dare to explain more. He and Phil hand't really talked about what happened and didn't want to imply something that could affect both of them later on.

Suddenly a sleepy Evan appeared next to Millie, ''oh here you are, I woke up and you weren't there and I couldn't find you anywh...'' but he stopped speaking as he saw that his dad was with Dan in bed? ''Dad? What are you doing here? You are not supposed to pick me up till noon.''

''Hi Evan'' Phil replied, now his face resembling a tomato. He didn't expect Evan to appear now, ''I... Dan had a bad dream so he called me and I came to see if he was alright and we ended up having a sleepover like you guys!'' Phil explained in the most uncomfortable way possible.

''How about I make us breakfast, eh? Come on kids, I will need your help...'' and with that Dan left the room with their kids, leaving a confused and embarrassed Phil bury his face onto the pillows again.

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Evan and Millie were exploring the garden again while their fathers awkwardly evaded each other's gazes. The were watching a movie. Well, neither of them was watching it, they were thinking about what happened last night. They had kissed (a lot) and they ended up cuddling in Dan's bed and if it wasn't for Millie's interruption in the morning both of them were sure they would have kissed again.

''Look, I can't stay silent'' Phil suddenly said, moving a bit so he was now facing Dan, who also turned as soon as ''yes, we kissed yesterday and I enjoyed it and I think you enjoyed it to and I...''

''You what?'' Dan asked softly seeing as Phil had stopped speaking.

''I think I wanna try something more with you, like a relationship, only if you want to of course. I think I'm ready to have one with someone and I think we could try...'' he wanted to end his little ramble but his sentence was cut off by Dan, who grabed him by the cheeks and pulled him into a deep kiss.

''I think I also want to try something more with you'' he whispered into the other's lips.

They both smiled into another kiss before separating again, ''you think we should tell them now?'' the blue eyed asked, refering to their kids.

''I think we should enjoy us for a bit before telling them, if you agree... boyfriend'' Dan blushed at the word. He hadn't say that for so long it sounded foreign in his mouth.

''I agree, boyfriend'' Phil repeated before leaning in for another kiss.

They only separated when they heard the hallway floor creak, alerting them of the two other people in the house.

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It had already been a month and Millie's leg had healed so well she didn't need a cast anymore. She was free! She sometimes still needed the crutches but otherwise she could walk fine. They were now at Evan's house, both of them playing a new videogame. It was a nice change of scenery after being in her bed for so long.

Dan and Phil were chatting in the kitchen. The blue eyed was making some sandwiches for them all when Dan distracted him by coming up behind him and putting his hands on his hips.

''Dan...'' he protested, but he leaned into the other's touch.

''What?'' he softly whispered into Phil's ear, making him lean further into Dan's chest.

''You are distracting me...''

''Oh? Am I?'' the brown haired feigned innocence by nipping on Phil's neck and kissing it, making him drop the utensil he was holding and turning around before attacking Dan's mouth.

Dan smiled onto the multiple kisses Phil was giving him now as he tried to get away but the black haired grabbed him by the waist and brought him closer, ''Don't you dare Daniel Howell!''

He let out a small scream as Phil kissed him again, this time deeply both enjoying the sensation of their lips and tongues together.

''Dad! Are you okay!?'' they heard two high-pitched screams coming from the kitchen doorway and rapidly separated, almost as they had burned each other, but they had already seen how they had been kissing.

''Care to explain, dad?'' Millie spoke first, crossing her arms and lifting one of her eyebrows.

''Ermm...'' Dan looked lost. He and Phil had agreed to not tell them anything for a while and he was ready to let them know but he didn't know if Phil was ready so he looked at him, who only nodded as if he had read his mind, ''yes, Phil and I are together, but it's really new for both of us so please don't be mad for not telling you.''

''I'm not mad, I'm surprised, but I like that you two are together.'' Millie said, a small smile appearing on her face.

Phil looked at Evan who hadn't said anything yet. ''Evan?'' he tentatively asked, a bit scared of what his son could say.

''I'm happy for you dad, just as Millie said a bit surprised, but I really like you being with Dan.'' he finally said.

Both adults released a big puff of breath. It was a relief that both kids had accepted their relationship so easily.

''But now stop kissing each other and bring us the sandwiches you have promised us!'' they heard Evan's voice from the hallway, making both of them laugh while their faces turned red.

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They had been dating each other for three months already. They had gone on dates, they had stayed at the other's house which always ended up in a sleepover with their kids to be honest. It had been great to be fair.

They were coming back from their date and Phil was driving. They had left the kids with Amelia at Dan's house, who was hyped to learn that his son and Phil had gotten together.

''I cannot believe you said that...'' Dan bitterly said to his boyfriend. Yes, they had gone on a date that had gone terrible and now they were arguing.

''What? You were also saying nonsense things Dan!'' Phil said back, keeping his eyes on the road.

''Yeah, whatever Phil.'' he spit,tired of arguing. They both had had really twi tiring weeks and they had been arguing back and forth, ''we always end up arguing, I don't even know why we speak anymore!''

''Neither do I! Maybe we should end this and stop speaking for good!'' Phil said, not even daring to look at Dan.

''Fine.'' Dan muttered, not really wanting to break up with Phil. He didn't want to but if they kept arguing it would be the best. For them and their kids.

''Fine.'' Phil repeated, wanting to hit himself on the head for saying that. He didn't want to break up with Dan but the anger clouded his mind. It was true they had been arguing for days and their relationship was really new.

As soon as they knew it they arrived to Dan's house, where they both entered, serious faces on. ''Evan, let's go.'' the blue eyed called for him, who approached him cautiously when he saw the serious expression on his father's face. Evan just looked back at Millie, who waved at him and came to greet his father, who was also looking serious.

''See you.'' she said to him, as her friend and his dad made his way out of the door.

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''How is your dad doing? Mine didn't stop crying till 2am I think...'' Millie was telling Evan. It was the next Monday and they were at the school playground, both drawing patterns with chalk on the floor.

''Mine is also moping around. They broke up and well, he explained it to me a bit, that it had been mutual but he didn't really want to.'' Evan said, picking another coloured chalk.

''My dad said the same! That he didn't want to but they had been arguing non.stop and that it was for the best.'' she explained.

Evan pulled out a thinking face before speaking again, ''do you think we should try to get them together again?''

''How? They aren't talking to each other and even if we ask to hang out they wouldn't want to stay around.'' Millie said a bit sadly.

''Maybe if we start pranking each other in class they would meet again! Like it happened in the old times!'' Evan exclaimed.

''Oh! I like the idea! But all the pranks will be fake, right? I don't want to stop being friends.'' Millie told him. Her friendship with Evan was great, she didn't want to miss what they had.

''Of course, for the fake pranks'' Evan handed her a hand, which she shook.

''For the fake pranks.''

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It was Wednesday and the kids were going on a school trip tomorrow to sleep at the aquarium? That was new. Phil was packing what Evan would need for it when he received a call of the school? All the alarms went off in his head, something had happened to Evan for sure. He was told that Evan and Millie had been fighting again and they had to meet with their parents this afternoon so there wouldn't be any ''altercation'' in tomorrows trip.

When he arrived to the headmasters office Dan was already there, clutching Millie to his chest while Evan sat in the other chair waiting for him. ''Evan are you okay?'' he said, picking him up and hugging him, looking for some scratches.

''Yes dad, I'm okay. Just a bit of paint on my clothes.'' he explained, looking angrily at Millie, who was just picking her nails.

Dan was looking at the Lesters. He hadn't seen Phil in a few days and he had missed him. When he received the call that Millie was in trouble he swore that he wouldn't let his feelings for Phil be in the middle but it wasn't working.

Phil sat down on the seat that Evan had been occupying, attentively listening to what the headmaster was saying. Partly because he didn't really want to focus on Dan. He had felt the butterflies inside his stomach when he spotted him in the room. He missed him, a lot.

Once the headmaster's speech was over the both stood up without a word and headed back to their cars.

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It was the next day when both kids sat defeatedly on their respective bus seats, next to each other, as they had asked a few days before.

''I cannot believe our plan didn't work... I think we should fake fight on this trip also, maybe it could work.'' Millie said to Evan, who was distractedly looking out of the window so seeing she didn't have his attention she posed a hand on his forearm ''Hey, you okay?''

Evan startled at her, ''Sorry, I just miss them being together you know? I think they both looked really happy... Remember when whe found them kissing in the kitchen? It was so funny and they looked happy...''

''Yeah, I also think so. If the fake fighting doesn't work we should try and have anotehr plan, what do you think?''

Evan nodded, taking out a little notebook and pen he carried around from his backpack, ''okay, let's think.''

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Both dads were missing their children. Seeing each other the other day at the school hadn't been easy for either of them and now being separated form their little munchkins was making them sad.

Phil had gone to sleep an hour ago but he wasn't really sleepy so he kept playing games with his phone when a call came in. It was Dan. What? Why was he calling him now? Should he pick up? He decided that yes. Even if they broke up it could be important...

''Dan?'' he quietly spoke to the phone, as if he was afraid.

''Ph-Phil... I'm sor-sorry.'' Dan's ragged voice said over the phone as if he was crying. Did something happen to him?

''Hey, what's wrong? Are you okay?''

''I ha-had a nightma-re''

Phil was worried now. The last time Dan had a nightmare he had to come over to calm him down and this time it didn't sound any better.

''Do you want me to come over?'' he asked on an impulse.

''Please...'' Dan said befor letting a sob overtake his body.

That was it, Phil was coming. He didn't care if they weren't together, Dan needed someone and that someone was him.

''See you in a minute Dan.'' and with that he ended up the call.

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Dan had went early to sleep today. He missed Millie and didn't want to think much about it so he went to bed as soon as he had dinner. Apparently he had been more tired than he had realized and ended up peacefully for a few hours already when a nightmare decided to appear.

This time it was different. It wasn't Millie falling over. It was Phil and their kids. All three were holding hands at the end of a cliff and were about to jump. Dan was running to them but he couldn't reach them on time, and saw how they jumped into the pointy rocks under the clif.

He woke up screaming and crying, and without hesitation he picked up the phone and called Phil. He didn't care if they broke up. He needed to make sure he was okay.

Phil picked up and he realised that was okay, Phil was fine, but didn't stop him from crying. And the cries turned into sobs, making Phil worry and come to him. And before he knew it a pyjama claded Phil appeared on his bedroom doorway, walking to him and engulfing him onto the warmest hug he had received, laying them both on the matress, a hand caressing his hair telling him he was okay. Once Dan had calmed down, he hugged Phil closer, not wanting to let go.

''You wanna talk about it?'' Phil softly asked him.

''You were with Millie and Evan at the edge of a cliff,'' Dan started speaking. If he didn't do it now he didn't think he could do it anytime soon, ''I was running to you all, to stop you, but... you jumped to the rocks with them and I...'' another sob passed through his body, making Phil hug him even closer.

''I'm sorry, Phil, I'm sorry I didn't get to you. I'm sorry for all of this...'' Dan confessed.

''What's all of this? What do you mean?'' Phil asked back, finally separating from the hug but not much, just enough so he could look at Dan's eyes.

''The nightmares and everything. The other day at the office when you entered I realized I didn't want to break up and I put you through dozens of arguments making you miserable and I'm sorry, you don't deserve that... I'm sorry...''

''I'm sorry too Dan. I didn't want to break up either. I let the anger and stress lead me and I couldn't control what my words were, and for when I wanted to take them back it was too late.'' Phil said to him and it seemed like Dan wanted to speak back but Phil didn't let him, ''I realized that those weeks before we broke up were too stressing for us, and if we add that our relationship was really new I think they were the main reasons why we broke up, but not because we didn't feel the same...''

Dan agreed. It had been horrible trying to keep up with work, kids and a relationship at the same time and it eneded up exploding just as soon as it started. But, now that they had learned their lesson, they could maybe try again...

''I've missed you, you know? Even if they were only a few days'' Dan whispered, lifting a hand to caress Phil's nape.

''I've missed you too.'' Phil repeated, his hand now caressing Dan's cheek and cleaning the stray tears that were there.

''Do you think we could try again? If we argue we talk about it, I don't want to lose you again, not after having this nightmare...'' Dan said, his eyes watering again, ''I dont' think I could bare losing you all.''

''I think we can and we should...'' Phil smiled mischeviously at Dan, leaning as close as he could without touching their lips together, almost saring the same breath, ''and you will never lose us, we are here for the long run.''

And with that he closed the gap, getting their lips and tongues discover each other again, soon hands were wandering to places that were yet unexplored, trying to locate every spot that made each of them sigh and moan.

Needless to say that they had to explain to their kids the next morning how they had gotten bruises on their necks...

#phanfic #phanfic au #phanfiction #danisnotonfire #amazingphil #phanfiction au #oneshot #bonding over injuries #irphanfic #enemies to lovers #single parent!dan #single parent!phil

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hurricanefrankie · 7 years

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You’re Not the Only One Suffering

Amelia is jolted awake by a sudden pain in her abdomen, the kind of pain that makes your toes curl and your fists clench in a hope to counteract the sensation. She rolls onto her side with a groan. The early morning sun dimly lit the room so she knew it was at least the morning. Suddenly overcome by a hot flash, she rips off her covers in an attempt to cool herself down. Her skin was on fire. She checks her forehead for a temperature but it’s too hard to tell whether or not she has one thanks to her hands being ice cold yet still clammy from sweat.

The pain that woke her strikes again causing her stomach to churn uneasily. She tries to gulp down the nausea but her mouth is dry and any moisture she had left in her body has now been sweated out during the night.

She hears hurried footsteps thud against the floor upstairs, signalling someone else was awake. A door slamming shut abruptly overshadows the footsteps closely followed by the distant sound of retching.

Oh no. Amelia scrambles off the couch, her stomach now violently churning. She runs in the direction of the downstairs bathroom, her hand placed firmly over her mouth as bile retreats back up her throat. She wrenches open the door and makes a beeline for the toilet. She reaches it just in time to watch the contents of her stomach spew from her mouth into the bowl.

Tears stream down her cheeks as a result of the violent retching but she has no energy to wipe them away, at least not until she’s finished puking her guts up. She continues vomiting for the next few minutes until her body realises there’s nothing left to relinquish from her now empty stomach.

She drops down next to the toilet with a sigh of relief. Please let that be the last of it. She remains slumped on the bathroom floor tiles, her legs pulled up to her chest whilst her head hung limply between them, enjoying the sensation of the cool tiles against her still burning hot skin.

Amelia doesn’t even realise she’s fallen asleep until she’s gently shaken awake by her four year old nephew Bailey. Her stormy blue eyes open to see his sky blue ones staring right back at her with curiosity.

“Why are you sleeping in here aunty Amy?” he asks with a furrowed brow.

Meredith appears behind him with Ellis on her hip, “You ill too?” she queries, surveying her sister-in-law with pursed lips.

The neurosurgeon runs a hand through her matted hair, “I feel like…” she stops herself from swearing to spell it out instead. “C. R. A. P.”

Meredith nods in understanding, “I’ve been up half the night with Zola while Maggie has been in my en suite and Alex has now too locked himself away in the main bathroom. I’m dropping these two off at day-care, I want them to remain healthy.” She ushers her son away from his aunt. “How’re you feeling?”

“A bit better.” Amelia shrugs and leans her head back against the wall.

“Good, I need you to go check on Zola, she was asleep but I don’t want her waking up alone.”

She wipes her hand over her sweaty face, “Ok, sure.” The mere thought of standing up and removing herself from such a close proximity to a toilet made her feel very anxious.

“I’ve also gotta call Catherine Avery and cancel my trip with Jackson, she’ll have to find someone else to go.” Meredith swiftly leaves, tugging a still very curious yet concerned Bailey with her; he hated seeing people hurt or unwell just like his older sister. His mother and aunts were all very positive both siblings would follow in their parents’ footsteps by becoming doctors.

With a deep breath, Amelia pushes herself up as gently as she possibly can, her head spinning momentarily once she’s standing upright. Her legs feel like jelly. The front door shuts indicating Meredith and the kids were gone.

Ok. You can do this. She gives herself a mini pep talk as she slowly but surely makes her way out of the bathroom and up the stairs. She clings to the bannister with dear life as yet another wave of nausea hits her. She freezes mid step until it passes. Mind over matter.

When she finally arrives at Meredith’s room, she finds Zola curled up in the tightest ball possible, still fast asleep. Amelia crawls onto the bed to join her, mentally making a note of the plastic bowl on the side table in case she felt like she might vomit again. She lies down beside her niece, above the covers, she was still burning up and the prospect of tucking herself in made her feel claustrophobic and very uneasy.

The sound of the en suite toilet flushing alerts Amelia to the presence of Maggie in the adjoining room, she had almost forgot that Meredith has said both she and Alex were in the same predicament as her and Zola.

The bathroom door creaks open to reveal an incredibly pale Maggie. Her hair was pulled back and hidden beneath one of her headscarf’s and she was wearing a tank top with yoga pants. “What did I do to deserve this?” she grumbles, using the doorframe as a support to keep her upright.

“You’re not the only one suffering.” Amelia says, remaining perfectly still, scared that if she moved even an inch; she’d unsettle her stomach. “Did we eat something?” she grimaces at the thought of food.

“Mer thinks it’s just the flu. Half of Zola’s class has gone down with it.”

“So she’s to blame.” She retorts half jokingly as she glances at the girl to her left.

“I’m so tired. All I want to do is curl up in bed but every time I step foot outside of this room, I…” Maggie drifts off, her face turning green. She whips back around and crouches over the toilet bowl.

Amelia tries to cover her ears to block them from hearing the inevitable vomiting but it’s no use. She closes her eyes and tries her best to think of anything but what was happening a few feet from where she lay.

‘You ok?’ His voice suddenly enters her mind. It’s full of concern and love as usual. Throughout the course of their relationship, he’s only ever seen her ill once.

“Go away!” She groans when she hears him knocking at the door. She doesn’t want him to see her like this. She’s sweaty and gross with chunks of vomit in her hair.

“Mia,” he only calls her that on rare occasions when he doesn’t know how to help and wants her to just tell him what to do. “Just let me in.” they both know the door is unlocked but he’s trying to respect her boundaries by waiting outside until she invites him in.

“I’m disgusting.” She heaves up another load of last night’s dodgy Mexican food. “Please go away!” she splutters, spitting out any remnants from her mouth into the bowl.

She hears him sigh from the other side of the door. “Can I at least get you something? A glass of water? Some ginger ale?”

“Sorry you had to hear that.” Maggie’s voice interrupts her thoughts.

She sighs, disappointed to find herself stuck at Meredith’s house while she was ill rather than being at home with her husband who would gladly look after her, despite her objections. “Shut the door next time.”

The mattress dips and Maggie cautiously lies down beside her. “I don’t wanna jinx anything but… I might be over the worst of it.”

Amelia scoffs at her unwavering optimism. The world is on fire and she holds a marshmallow on a stick to the flames.

“Having the flu is the perfect excuse not to be in the O.R with Minnick as she allows some first year resident to butcher a patient’s heart valve.”

Speaking about food made her stomach churn but talking about surgery, where there was blood, guts and gore only made Amelia’s heart flutter. Nothing beat the rush of adrenaline a surgeon got when they cut into a person’s body, or in Amelia’s case, their head.

“When are you coming back for good?”

The neurosurgeon sighs as she delicately rests her hands on her abdomen. After getting a taste of being back in the O.R the other day, she had spent every minute since craving the rush. The only thing that topped doing surgery was being in Owen’s presence, it didn’t matter if they were fighting or even giving one and other the silent treatment, just being in the same room as him made her heart skip a beat.

“I…” she gulps, pleased to find her mouth was no longer dry. “I don’t know… maybe sooner rather than later.” She knew she couldn’t stay out of work forever, her patients and her department needed her. She was still getting updates from Stephanie regarding the other neuro attendings and none of them were living up to her high expectations.

“And what about Owen?”

Amelia stares up at the cream colored ceiling. To her surprise, since being back at Meredith’s house, she hadn’t been interrogated as much as she expected. She thought she’d receive daily grilling’s from Meredith while Maggie asked incessant questions until they wore their sister down but none of that happened. Alex had been the only one to push her to talk because of what she had previously told him but only when they were alone, and when she told him to back off, he had done so without hesitation.

“I…”

Maggie tilts her head slightly to face her, “It’s ok, I’m not pressuring you like the other day. Come back when you’re ready.”

What if I’m never ready? I’m not ready for the fight with Owen. I’m not ready to break his heart.

Zola shifts beside her, “Mommy,” she mumbles, still half asleep.

“Mommy’s gone out for a little bit Zo Zo,” Amelia diverts her attention from Maggie to her niece, “she’ll be back soon.”

The seven-year-old uncoils herself from a tight ball and rolls over to face her aunt; she shuffles closer in need of physical contact. Amelia pulls her into her arms, dismissive of the idea that she might be vomited upon any minute now. She starts to rub circles on her niece’s back to sooth her just like her mom used to whenever she was sick.

“I told you to go away!” She whimpers into the toilet, trying to use it to shield her face from her husband’s view.

“I know but I don’t care.” Owen kneels down next to her. He rests his hand on her back and begins to draw a figure of eight while the other gathers up her mop of hair to keep it from her face as she continued to puke. “You’re my wife. In sickness and in health.” He reminds her affectionately.

“I don’t-want-you seeing-me like-this.” she groans between violent bouts of vomiting.

He sighs, “I’m a doctor plus I’ve been in multiple war zones, I’ve seen much worse, believe me.”

“But you’re not sleeping with your patients after you’ve seen them crap their pants or watched them vomit on sacred ground.” By sacred ground, she meant their bed. She buries her reddening face further down into the toilet.

“Do you want me to vomit in front of you? Will that make you feel better?” he sniggers. “If it means that much to you, I will go eat the other half of that bad burrito and in three to six hours, you can watch me projectile vomit anywhere you want.”

“You’d really do that for me?” the porcelain bowl amplifies her muffled voice.

He sniggers. “If that’s what it takes to make you feel better, then of course I will.

Amelia slowly lifts her head to reveal a small smile tugging at her lips. “The honeymoon period is officially over.”

“I feel like I’m in hell.” Alex staggers into the room, his hand placed firmly on his gurgling stomach.

“Join the club.” Maggie says, gesturing for him to sit down. He does as he’s instructed and slumps down at the end of the bed with a groan.

Zola suddenly jerks up from her prone position and before Amelia can grab the plastic bowl from the side table, Zola is puking onto both herself and her aunt, the latter’s lap receiving the brunt of it.

“Oh god,” Maggie scrambles off the bed but instead of helping the situation, she’s back crouching over the toilet being sick again.

Zola starts to cry out of both discomfort and embarrassment while her aunt tries her best to sooth her whilst keeping her own vomit down.

Pushing his own nausea aside, Alex gets up and moves round the bed to where Amelia and Zola were situated. “Strip off and jump in the shower.” He says before he picks up the shaking girl, his Peds instincts kicking in and carries her through to the bathroom opposite Meredith’s room.

Amelia grits her teeth but does as she’s told, doing her best to keep the puddle of vomit on her lap and stomach from trickling down into the mattress. She strips off her pyjamas so she’s standing in just her bra and panties before she removes the sheets from the bed.

“I’m sorry,” Maggie reappears with a guilt-ridden expression.

“It’s fine, go shove these in the washer. I need to shower.” She points to the balled up pile of sheets.

Maggie nods apologetically as Amelia brushes past her to jump into Meredith’s shower.

#omelia #omelia fanfiction #grey's antomy #amelia shepherd #owen hunt #meredith grey #alex karev #maggie pierce

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jordan202 · 7 years

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My Boys Drabbles - Elevator Ride

Hey guys. I wrote this story a couple of days ago and it probably deserved more decent editing by me. Since I’m on a train to Scotland doing basically nothing, I’ve decided to post it. :)

Thank you @jia911 for your reliable support and proofreading!

This story is from the series My Boys Drabbles but it can also be read as a independent one shot.

The Prompt:

The lovely @bluebelle18 asked to write a story about Owen getting really angry at Amelia.

Timeline:

This happens before they had kids, after ‘Sunburn’ and ‘Pest Infestation’.

My Boys Drabbles – Elevator Ride

“Hey, Jim!” Amelia barged in the radiology room where the neurosurgery team usually gathered every Tuesday morning to discuss cases. “How was the weekend?” She playfully asked, suggestively giving her colleague a pat on the shoulder and a dirty gaze. “Yeah, look at that womanizer face you got there… I bet you had some fun!”

Jim Nelson gave her one mortified look that made Amelia crack up laughing. She loved to tease the other attending and that was no secret. Seeing her colleague’s usual lack of response, Amelia was about to add another teasing comment when her husband stormed into the room.

“I need you, ER, now,” He demanded, without offering any explanation.

Amelia frowned and looked puzzled from Jim Nelson to the door, but Owen had already left. Without much of a choice, she excused herself and followed his trail, wondering what in the world could justify Owen being in a hurry like that.

“You stay close and make sure you have your kits on you all the time,” Owen commanded, pacing back and forth to make sure the whole team was properly geared up. “Don’t forget to add the appropriate tags so patients can be removed after they were assessed,” He reinforced for the third time, taking one last look at the team of five doctors who were in the transport with him.

Owen made individual eye contact with each one, receiving affirmative nods in return. It was no surprise people were following his lead, considering his entire background. Owen Hunt was good in critical situations and everyone knew that. To have a strong, imposing leader like him inspiring trust and confidence was comforting for the team of surgeons who were just about to take big risks in a massive accident location.

Not twenty minutes before, the trauma team of Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital had been called in for help. A building had collapsed five blocks away from the hospital due to a gas explosion and there were dozens of victims at the scene. Pretty much every unit of firefighters, paramedics and trained policemen had been designated to the field but because of the severe injury of most patients, the situation demanded more trained personnel.

As chief of trauma, Owen had stepped up and assembled a team he believed would be up to the task. Riggs and Avery went as seniors attendings, overseeing Deluca and Wilson while doing their job. Meanwhile, April Kepner stayed back in the ER dealing with the overflowing influx of patients. Owen knew a neurosurgeon would be much needed and his first thought had been to spare his wife, instinctively preferring to leave her back within the safety of the hospital. But once he realized the other attendings weren’t up to her talent and skills, Owen reconsidered for the sake of the patients on the accident scene.

“Does everyone have their pagers?” Owen asked. “Alright people, stay safe and don’t go anywhere the firefighters haven’t secured yet. If you need help, page or run back here.”

Giving Riggs one final nod, Owen got off the car, knowing him and the other former army surgeon would lead others by example. Soon after, Owen was too caught up in work to be thinking about that, but every once in a while his eyes would search across the field for his team.

After at least three hours of intensive work, Owen let out a sigh of exhaustion and satisfaction, noticing the last critical patient being removed from the scene. The rescue team had completely evacuated the building and the only victims still there were stable enough to wait for an ambulance. Scanning the location with his well trained eyes, he quickly spotted Avery by one corner taking care of burnt victims as Riggs helped Deluca transport an overweight patient. Jo Wilson was doing sutures near the ambulance parking lot and Owen continued his search, hoping to catch a glimpse of his wife.

When he realized she was nowhere in sight, Owen nervously started to pace around, telling himself to remain calm. He asked the others if they’d seen Amelia, but all his colleagues said they hadn’t in a while. Doing his best to control a wave of bad feelings that had suddenly taken over him, Owen took large strides closer to the building site, away from where the victims had previously been securely located.

“Hey, have you seen the neurosurgeon on my team?” He asked one of the policemen who was keeping the perimeter of the place. “She’s about 5 foot 4, dark hair, blue eyes…?” Owen frantically searched around while he described her.

“No, doc, I haven’t, I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to step back,” The officer said very seriously. “This area isn’t secure yet.”

Owen nodded affirmatively but he was hardly paying any attention. Feeling his stomach churning in discomfort, he searched around, trying to catch sight of his wife as he asked around about her. Half way through scanning the building perimeter, he noticed a small crowd that formed around one of the broken pillars of the construction. People were whispering nervously, as if speculating, and Owen somehow knew that he wasn’t going to like what he would see.

“What’s going on?” He approached the group from behind, trying to be heard through the wailing sirens and the screaming firefighters.

“Some crazy woman got inside one of the elevators,” A fame police officer raised her voice trying to compensate for the loud helicopter blades not too far from them. “The firefighters are trying to get her out now, but it seems like something snapped and the doors are crooked. I’m not sure they can get her out without compromising the structure of the building.”

Owen felt chills on his spine and he didn’t even need to look to know. Something was telling him exactly where he would find Amelia.

Ignoring all orders to stay back, Owen marched towards the pillar, pushing people out of the way that tried to stop him. When he finally made it to the inside of the building, amidst all the dust and bricks he saw the small hole on the wall through which two firefighters tried keeping a conversation with someone.

“Sir, you can’t go in…!” A firefighter stepped forward to stop Owen.

“It’s my wife in there!” Owen snapped, completely ignoring the orders. He bent down in front of the scene, squinting to take a good look through all the dirt. “Amelia?!”

In a fraction of a second, something grey moved inside the elevator but just as suddenly, two familiar bright blue eyes looked up and Owen let out a sigh of deep concern.

“I’m coming out!” Her voice sounded optimistic and comforting, even though she was the one in the dangerous position.

“Amelia, what are you doing in there?” Owen angrily stretched his neck to take a better view of her face. “Are you out of your mind?”

“I’m nearly done,” She replied, without explaining any further.

Owen looked from his wife’s eyes to the firefighters squatting beside him. Both men returned his look of absolute confusion, letting the trauma surgeon know they were just as oblivious as to why Amelia had jumped in there.

“Listen, doctor, you need to let me get you out!” One of them spoke again. “This pillar is very unstable and if it doesn’t hold there’s a big chance this ceiling is going to collapse right above where you are.”

“I’m in a metal box,” Amelia’s voice sounded muffled when she replied, as if it made her safe.

“No, you don’t get it,” The firefighter patiently tried to explain. “It is going to collapse and it when it does, you will…”

“Amelia, damn it!” Owen furiously snapped, interrupting everyone. “Get out of there, right the hell now!” He ordered, in a tone of voice that accepted no refusal.

Both firefighters looked up to the tense husband, their eyes wide with apprehension. Owen was about to crouch down and forcefully grab Amelia up, risking jeopardizing the whole structure, when she finally brought her face up, staring at the rescue team with a smile.

“Done!” She said, with what looked like a mix of happiness and relief. “I’m done!”

Before any of the men could ask what she was talking about, Amelia lifted up her arms and handed out what looked like a mass of wrapped blankets. Only when it discreetly moved that the rescuers realized it was a baby.

“She’s still breathing but she was trapped upside down in the stroller!” Amelia raised her voice to be heard in through the hole. “I think she must have cried herself to exhaustion and she definitely looks dehydrated… Here, take her.”

One of the firefighters got the baby and handed her out to a paramedic, who quickly evacuated the child from the scene. Owen was running his hand through his hair in frustration, looking from the pillar to the elevator hole, desperate for his wife to get out of there as soon as possible.

He saw a firefighter reaching out to hold her as Amelia swiftly moved her body up, crawling through a gap very few adults would be able to fit. She was almost fully outside when Owen’s heart skipped a beat as he watched her foot getting stuck in the gap between the doors. The trauma surgeon took one step forward, determined to help when he saw his wife forcing her way outside, pulling her leg with so much strength that the elevator slowly lost its balance.

Everything happened too fast and before Owen could catch up with the situation, heavy blocks of cement fell a few meters from where they were standing. The thick dust quickly ascended, preventing him from seeing much else. Two people screamed at the same time and instinctively, Owen bounced forward, grabbing his wife’s hand before he could completely lose her out of sight.

“Amelia…!” Owen cried out with a broken voice, fearing for the worst.

The fraction of second that came after felt like an eternity. Owen felt like an entire movie was playing in his head and he saw countless scenes playing in his mind.

“I’m fine,” Her distinctive voice resonated, allowing Owen to properly breathe again. “I’m out, I made it out.”

The trauma surgeon felt his entire body relaxing at the sound of her words but he didn’t stay calm for long. Furiously maintaining the hold on her hand, Owen helped her get up, protectively wrapping one arm around her shoulders while leading the way for the two of them.

The minute their stepped foot outside, reveling at the dust free cold fresh air, Owen blocked the way, standing up with his hands on his hips furiously staring at her.

“What the hell were you thinking?”

Amelia looked up and met her husband’s angry, cold eyes. Owen was a tall, broad shouldered man, but when he was mad, he looked twice as big, engulfing her with his presence like a predator about to surround a prey. His voice sounded controlled but Amelia could distinguish the tone of contained rage it had.

“There was a baby inside there and…”

“You could have gotten yourself killed!” Owen interrupted her, taking one step forward as he grabbed her arm with his hand at the same time he forced eye contact with her. Amelia noticed how his crystal blue eyes, usually so serene and calm were now sparkling with fury. “Have you lost your mind?”

Amelia dodged his contact irritably, taking one step back to get away from his reach. She wasn’t sure who was talking to her at that moment: her husband, her boss or an army official. She supposed an unpleasant mix of both.

“I did what I had to do!” She snapped back, feeling angry at his exaggerated reaction. “Owen, there was a baby inside that elevator and if I hadn’t gone in there, she would probably be dead by now,” Amelia reasoned, trying to make him see it through her eyes.

As scary as it had been, the minute she’d heard the little girl crying, Amelia had stopped thinking completely. Realizing the gap between the elevator doors and the floor were too small to let one of the firefighters in, she had called one of them to help her out and before the guy could stop her, Amelia had slid inside through the gap, quickly finding the baby.

The little girl was trapped in the seat belt of her stroller, with her chest and hips angled in a dangerous position. There was no adult in sight and Amelia wondered what the hell had happened to justify a baby being alone in an elevator but before she could gather her thoughts together, her skilled hands were already working their way to unbuckle the child without compromising the integrity of the baby’s spine.

“A building has collapsed, you could have died!” Owen complained, unable to deal with her apparent serenity.

“It wouldn’t have fallen if my foot didn’t get stuck,” Amelia argued, as if it was obvious. “Besides, I saved a kid’s life!” She yelled, seeing Owen running his fingers through his hair in clear frustration. “You have no reason to be mad at me!”

“Are you okay?” He ignored her completely, taking two steps in her direction at the same time he held her face between his hands, carefully scanning her body for bruises. “Did you get hurt?”

“I’m fine!” Amelia pulled apart aggressively, too mad at him to care about it. “Didn’t you hear what I just said? I can’t believe you’re making a thunderstorm out of this.”

When Owen looked up to meet her eyes, it was clear in his expression that he wasn’t the least bit touched by her words.

“We’ll talk more at home,” His voice once again sounded calm, but his tone was slightly alarming, as if reprimanding a clueless child.

Amelia opened her mouth to reply in outrage when, without another word, Owen turned his back to her and took large strides towards the team of doctors.

Amelia didn’t hear much from him on the way back to the hospital. Riggs, Avery and Wilson went on ambulances but she took the hospital car back with her husband and Deluca.

The intern seemed particularly uncomfortable with the utter silence during the entire trip back. The only time one of them spoke was when Owen gave directions to the driver. As soon as they arrived at their destination, the trauma surgeon left the car, shutting the door with more force than necessary.

Amelia noticed the inquiring look Deluca gave to her but she ignored him completely. It was driving her insane that Owen was actually mad. Minutes after he left her talking by herself, a woman in her mid thirties came running in her direction, thanking her for saving her daughter’s life. According to the woman, her babysitter had just been getting into the elevator with her daughter when the explosion hit. Unfortunately, the babysitter had been severely hurt, being quickly brought to the hospital when they found her by the corridor. The stroller had turned around, protecting the baby from the blast, but also preventing anyone from finding her.

If Amelia hadn’t heard the weak cries, it was very possible that the child would have been dead when they did find her. What she’d done had been a great, brave thing, even if it was considerably dangerous. Amelia refused to let her husband’s sour mood eclipse the fact that the baby was now safe, which, in her head, was all that mattered.

Amelia went home alone that evening because Owen had to stay back with a pile of paperwork to fill. It was past ten in the evening when she heard the sound of his footsteps entering the bedroom. She had mentally prepared herself for another battle. Owen had authoritatively said they’d talk more at home and never for a second had she doubted it meant he would finish ranting at her in the privacy of their house.

To her uttermost surprise, Owen walked in the bedroom and simply ignored her, stopping only to get clean pajama pants and a shirt before getting into the bathroom. Amelia frowned heavily but decided to stay in the comfort of the bed, trying to keep busy with some reading but she was far too distracted.

Telling herself she wasn’t anxious, which was a big fat lie, Amelia patiently waited for her husband to return to their room. She had seen Owen angry a few times before, and he had even been nasty and rude with her in one or two occasions, but she didn’t remember a time when he’d been this mad at her. And Amelia honestly couldn’t tell which was worst, having her husband shouting angry words or being icily glared at while he didn’t say a word.

Even though Owen was very intimidating when he was mad, Amelia did her absolute best to be the most insubordinate as possible. Her husband was very bossy and he could easily incorporate his typical army general attitude, which absolutely set her off. And despite deep down knowing he would never do anything such as physically hurt her, Amelia couldn’t help feeling alarmed by his powerful figure.

Owen interrupted her thoughts when he entered the room, visibly being just out of the shower. His hair still had droplets of water but he looked the total opposite of relaxed. His jaw was fiercely clenched and a heavy frown was lurking in his forehead as he breathed out through his nose, visibly struggling to contain himself.

“Oh, for God’s sake, just say it already,” Amelia lost her patience, seeing he was fuming with anger.

“I can’t believe you actually think you have any excuse in this situation,” Owen seriously replied, looking at her with disbelief. “You literally crawled inside the elevator of a collapsed building, risking your freaking life and you actually think you’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Owen, I…”

“No!” He interrupted his wife, furiously looking at her while he pulled the covers on his side of the bed. “Do you have any idea what was going on in my mind when I found out you were inside that elevator?” Owen asked, giving up trying to contain his anger. Amelia noticed the vein pulsating on his temple at the same time his face was flushed red with rage. “Did you stop for a second to think that you could have killed yourself? That I could have been there to witness it?” He angrily hissed, too mad to let her talk. “Do you have any idea how I felt when I thought that ceiling had collapsed with you still inside that elevator?”

Amelia looked up to meet her husband’s gaze and for the first time, she saw beyond the anger. Owen’s eyes were scintillating with fury, but there was a distinguished shadow of concern and genuine worry. Amelia couldn’t explain why, but at that moment, she was deeply touched and in a matter of seconds, most of her anger was gone.

“I didn’t think, I’m sorry,” Amelia humbly admitted, now fully understanding why he was being so unreasonable about the situation.

Owen frowned harder, completely surprised by her honest apology. He expected Amelia to stubbornly insist she’d done nothing wrong while he spent all night trying to make her see why she couldn’t act as impulsively as she had.

“You are?” He swallowed hard, wondering if she was setting him up.

“I can’t imagine how worried you felt when you saw me there, so yeah, I’m sorry,” She sheepishly added, breaking eye contact with him out of embarrassment.

“Well…” Owen seemed lost for words. “Thank you,” He nodded once with his head, still looking too serious and too grumpy to inspire sympathy in his wife.

Devotion and care weren’t things Amelia was very used to and realization hit her too intensely, turning her feelings into a giant mess. At the same time Amelia was too proud to say another word, she was also mortified by his concern. As far as she could tell, no one in her life had ever loved her enough to stand up to her like that, not giving in to her argumentative manipulation and emotional blackmailing. The things Owen made her feel were far too new but somehow, Amelia felt like they were painfully familiar, as if she’d been lacking them all along. It was all too overwhelming and afraid she’d break down, the neurosurgeon turned around in bed, hugging her pillows like a child seeking comfort in a security blanket.

Not too long after, Amelia felt Owen gently lying down next to her, even though they weren’t touching. It felt weird to lie down on the same bed as someone without saying a word. Amelia wondered if that happened often in most marriages. Long minutes of silence followed, in which Amelia stay immersed in her own thoughts, trying to decipher the feelings that had suddenly assaulted her.

With his anger, Owen had made her feel patronized, but his worry and care had driven her to feel strangely important. The way he’d imposed himself, at times not giving her the chance to talk, had very much made it seem like he was lecturing her. Amelia knew indifference and neglect, but she had never been so familiar with such generous concern before, to the point of rejecting it at first, just to test if it was really real.

“I’ve heard the baby is fine and was brought to the PICU,” Owen’s voice broke the silence, as he patiently informed her.

Even though she had her back turned to him, Amelia could tell he was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling with his fingers intertwined above his abdomen.

“Yes, I’ve heard,” She sheepishly agreed, unsure of what to say.

It was rare for the two of them to feel so awkward around each other and that heavy atmosphere was startling Amelia. She had no idea what else to say, but she couldn’t bear that silence any longer.

“She’s going to make it,” Owen’s voice surprised Amelia at the same time she was thinking of what to say.

“I’m glad she is,” Amelia replied, reaching her limit. Slowly, she turned around, searching for his eyes.

She found Owen in the exact position she imagined him to be. He twitched his lips restlessly, obviously feeling just as awkward as she was. The image of his obvious discomfort suddenly felt too hilarious and Amelia had to remind herself why they’d been fighting in the first place.

“What?” Owen asked with corner smile, contaminated by the mirth on her face.

“Nothing,” Amelia lied, unable to hold her laughter any longer. “It’s just that you really suck at small talk.”

Owen’s facial expression softened as he couldn’t help cracking up at her playful offense. Rolling his eyes in defeat, he took a deep breath, still smiling at his wife.

“I thought I’d lose you today,” He explained when her laughter had subsided. “I can’t, Amelia, I…” He struggled with his words, having a hard time explaining his feelings. “Just please don’t ever do something like that, again, okay?”

Amelia nodded with a sympathetic smile, touched by the progress of his attitude. After carefully thinking and rationally analyzing the situation, she admitted she really had acted on an impulse and that could have cost her life. Amelia could have simply notified the firefighters and asked for help but she had instinctively jumped inside the wreckage and if Owen had done something similar, she now realized it would deeply worry her too.

“Okay,” Amelia smiled, void of any residual anger. Slowly, she moved in his direction, wrapping an arm around his chest.

Owen welcomed her in his embrace, idly stroking his wife’s back as he finally relaxed enough to fall asleep.

“You drive me crazy sometimes, you know?” Owen let out a heavy sigh, looking at his wife with a conformed smile on his face. The adorable look on her face as she showed off her dimples already said it all.

“Yeah, I know.”

“What?”Amelia asked in frustration. It had been exactly one week since Owen had interrupted the Tuesday morning Neurosurgery clinical session and she could not believe her eyes when she saw her husband once again walking in there to summon her.

Owen smiled at her disbelief and discreetly led her to one corner, so the session could go on at the same time he talked to her.

“We’re not going to the field again today, are we?” Amelia widened her eyes in shock, wondering what was so important that Owen had to come for her again. “I’ll send Nelson this time,” She threatened.

“Don’t be silly,” Owen replied with an amused smile and explained. “Not sure if you know this but your brother once removed a neurofibroma from Webber’s optic nerve. He says he woke up this morning with a blurry vision but now he feels fine.” The trauma surgeon explained, trying to keep the information private. “Anyway, I saw his scans and it all looks clear but he is insisting that you go take a look at them as soon as possible. Catherine Avery is on his back about it and there might be a domestic incident soon if you don’t come,” Owen added, knowing the chief was probably overreacting.

Amelia processed the information, her mind already racing with other possible causes for the former chief’s symptom but she did as asked and followed her husband to the corridor.

“So…” Owen kept his hands inside his white coat pockets as he gently nudged his wife’s delicate shoulders with his own. “Would you really send out Nelson this time if it was a field call?” He asked with a teasing shine on his eyes. “Babe, you have to stop bullying him…”

“What?” Amelia asked with fake outrage. “I’m the most supportive of all! I’m actually the only one that talks to him in the entire department.”

“Does he talk back?” Owen raised both eyebrows at her, seeing that the answer was no in her eyes and proving his point. “He is afraid of you.”

“You’re crazy,” Amelia rolled her eyes, disregarding his opinion.

“He is intimidated,” Owen affirmed, with conviction. “He is not used to women talking to him, let alone a woman like you. Leave the poor guy alone,” He added with good humor. “And I doubt you’d send him if there was a next time.”

“Of course not,” Amelia pretended to be serious. “I couldn’t risk it.” As she realized Owen was confused to the meaning of her words, she carried on with her act. “I have to confess something, babe, and it’s gonna hurt,” She hid her smile by leaning forward to press the elevator button. “Jim Nelson and I have been having an affair right under your nose all this time.”

“Oh, really?” Owen scoffed, caught off guard by her joke.

“Yes,” Amelia said with fake indifference, trying her hardest not to laugh at Owen’s facial expression. “What can I say? I dig a hairy guy.”

That was all it took for Owen to give in to laughter and playfully pinch her waist before they exited the elevator towards the ER.

“I don’t even know what’s worse,” Owen confessed mirthfully. “Sending you to another field mission or having to picture you and Nelson together in my head.” He scowled, visibly disgusted by the idea.

“Well,” Amelia playfully said, dodging his reach right before she opened the door to the exam room where Webber was at. “Then I suggest you avoid the fifth floor on call room on Tuesday mornings.”

Owen laughed and shook his head in denial. Every day, his wife proved to be a box of surprises more and more. She was impulsive, didn’t analyze risks properly and had a serious problem with authority. But he could see beyond that and admired her kind heart, her generosity and freedom of spirit.

Amelia did drive him crazy sometimes but she also made him laugh like no one else ever had. Living with ease and spontaneity was something Amelia had introduced him to. He couldn’t imagine what life without her felt like anymore.

And luckily for Owen, he would never have to find out.

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