A/n: This is a little different from what I normally write. I've been reading a lot lately and I suppose I got the idea from a book called "The Program" by Suzanne Young. I highly recommend it. It's kind of based off the idea but I tried to stray away from most of it. As we all know, I don't own the Grey's Anatomy characters, Shonda and ABC do. I do own the other characters though. Anyway, enjoy.
Chapter One – Oblivion
Owen wakes up. The room is pale and he's laying down. He lifts his head and looks around wondering, where exactly, he is. Owen lifts one of his arms up to rub his face. A long red scar catches his eye and he wonders where it came from. His eyebrows furrow as he takes his other hand and runs a finger up and down it. It's several days old it seems. The slice is still a little tender but it's closed. Owen's deeply confused as he sits up, looking around the pale room. He's wearing blue scrubs which is odd or maybe not odd. Just as Owen is trying to figure out if it's actually odd or not, someone opens a door and he looks up. "Ah you're awake Owen." A male voice says with a smile. He's an older guy with a white lab coat. Owen suspects he's in his 60's or so with the salt and pepper hair. His eyebrows are furrowed as he tries to figure out how this guy knows who he is. "What's happening?" Owen asks, wondering if this situation is completely normal or not. His mind isn't sure. "Well Owen, you've been unconscious for about 5 days now. Good thing you woke up. I was worried we'd given you too much sedative. How are you feeling?" Owen is confused. "Uh...Fine?" Who the hell was this guy? Was he sick? What was happening here? Did he even know where he was? "What's happening?" Owen repeats. "Who are you?" "I'm Dr Thomas and you're at the Miller Facility and have been for two weeks." "Two weeks?" Owen replies, running a hand through his red hair. "I...I don't remember that." "Well of course not. We took care of that. It was very traumatic for you."
Owen is completely confused, trying to piece together any little pieces of memory he has. "Don't think too hard Owen. You need to rest your mind. Why don't you take a couple of minutes and I'll send David to fetch you, take you for a walk or something?" His voice is seemingly calm and comforting and Owen decides to go with it for some reason, not knowing any better. The older man leaves. Owen looks around the room, searching for something, anything but he couldn't find a thing. It's several minutes before the door opens again and another man around his age steps into the room. "Hello Owen. How are you doing?" He asks in a friendly enough tone. Owen just stares at him for a moment before finally answering. "Okay.." He replies before looking away. The man wasn't much taller than Owen and has short, dark hair. David seems friendly enough. It seems as though the two people he interacts with are rather friendly which could be odd or maybe it isn't. Owen watches David help him up and he realizes how unsteady his feet are and nearly falls right over after trying to stand on his own. David grips his arm. "Perhaps I'll get you a chair...Can you lean against the wall?" Owen does what he's told. A moment later, David appears again and gets him to sit. He looks around as David pushes him up the hallway that seems to match his room. Everything is pale. David pushes him into a large common area with several other people in similar clothes. Some pay him attention and some do not. Owen is off put by this. David senses his unease and rests a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay. They're just like you. Let's go outside for some air and then I'll take you back to your room okay?" Owen nods and suddenly needs to leave. It's a lot to take in and they all make him nervous. David pushes him down the hall towards some double doors and presses a button, the doors opening automatically. Owen feels the air on his skin. It's a little cool but it doesn't chill him, his scrubs being enough for warmth. The leaves on the trees are yellow, some already discarded on the grass.
Owen looks at his surroundings, staring at the mountains before him. It's a little misty outside but he likes it. "Better?" He hears David ask quietly. Owen nods. "Yes." He sits in silence for several minutes before finally speaking. "Where am I?" Owen asks quietly. "You're at the Miller Facility outside Seattle Washington." The other man replies, realizing Owen has asked that already. "I don't know what that this." He replies, biting his lip. "It's a place where we help people like you Owen. You were brought here 2 weeks ago for help." "Help? Why..why did I need help?" "You were sad Owen." He's sad? What's he sad about? Did you have to go somewhere when you were sad? His mind is still muddled and it just didn't make any sense to him. Owen is so confused by the entire thing, unsure of what else to ask without sounding stupid. "Oh." He finally says, shifting in his seat. David senses the discomfort. "You'll get it Owen. Your mind is a little frazzled right now. I promise you'll feel better soon." Owen hopes so. He very much wanted to figure this all out so he could get fixed. Maybe he is or maybe he almost is. Would he go somewhere after that? Where does he come from? Owen thinks about it but nothing came to mind. He hears David mention Seattle though. "Am..am I from Seattle?" Owen asks, tilting his head to the side and looks up at David. David looks down. "You are." It's clear they helped him a bit too much. David thinks he would have gotten that by now but he supposes being out for 5 days would do that to you. "I am? Hm. Do I get to go home?" "You will. A couple more weeks maybe and you should be home." And that's all Owen says the rest of the time they are out. David takes Owen back to his room. A short while later, some food is brought to his room. They figure he is still a little too fragile to eat with the others yet. The rest of the day is pretty minimal which Owen doesn't mind. He saw the older doctor again. Dr Thomas gives him something to take and then a short while after that, he feels drowsy and falls asleep.
The next day Owen wakes up and looks around. He feels less confused than the previous day which makes him relatively happy. Owen waits until David comes and gets him before heading to the cafeteria. At least he can walk today. He sticks pretty close to the other man until they get to a bench. "You want me to bring you some food?" David asks him, raising his eyebrows. "Or did you want to do it?" Owen bites his lip and considers his options before he decides to follow David to the food. He feels too nervous to even think about sitting by himself or worse, having to sit with someone. Owen is still pretty nervous of everyone, occasionally he looks around to make sure no one is about to walk up to him. He walks with David to the food line, glancing at the dishes they are offering. Owen just looks at David, before he looks at the person serving the food. He points to some soup and gets a bun. Owen walks with him to a table and sits down. A moment later, a young woman sits across from him with a friendly looking smile. She has short brown hair and bright eyes. "Hey!" Owen nearly jumps up from his seat, startled she's there. "Wooha wooha hey. Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. It's nice to see you around again." He glances at David who nods, assuring him it's okay. "Again..?" Owen finally says, breaking the awkward silence between them. "Yeah. Before. When you got here, you were kinda upset. I mean rightfully so, of course. We talked a bit when you calmed down but you sort of freaked for some reason and well, here you are now. It happens all the time.." She adds quickly, trying to reassure him again. "Oh. Well..I think..I think I'm okay now. Sort of. My mind is a bit...frazzled I think." "Yeah. I know. It's normal. I'm still figuring it all out. Been here for almost a month. I think. Maybe longer." "I'm Owen.." She smiled. "I'm Lexie. Short for Alexandra." "Oh I like that." Owen smiled at her. She seems genuinely nice.
