Amelia breathed in deeply, closing her eyes as she tightly gripped the steering wheel. Composing herself to the best of her abilities, she started the car and slowly drove away from Owen's property, needing to be out of sight.

Her mind was buzzing with a million thoughts and questions, and she was unsure of what to do now. Blinking back tears, she came to terms with the one thing she was absolutely sure of: she couldn't be alone. She didn't trust herself to be alone.

The sad thing was, though, she couldn't think of a single person she was sure would want her company. Things with Meredith were getting a bit better, but they were still not on the best terms. Richard was with Catherine tonight, and Maggie was still at work. Feeling a bit unsure about it, she pulled over and stopped the car, pulling out her cell phone to dial a number she'd only ever called for work-related reasons.

"Amelia?"

"Hey," the brunette breathed out, feeling nervous now and slightly uncomfortable. "Can I come over?"

Several minutes later, she pulled into an unfamiliar driveway. She stepped out of the car and awkwardly made her way to the front door, knocking timidly.

She felt more at ease, however, when Arizona answered the door, a concerned look on her face. The blonde wore sweatpants and a faded hoodie, her hair still wet from her shower and face free of makeup. She could tell Amelia had been crying, no matter how desperately she was trying to cover it up.

"Oh, Amelia..." she whispered, ushering the other woman inside. She brought her into the living room and sat her down on the couch. "What happened?"

The brunette gave her a weak smile.

"Owen's an idiot."

The blonde continued to stare at her, silently urging her to go on. Amelia sighed before elaborating.

"I showed up at his trailer. We had dinner plans. He opened the door, and he was drunk. It was... it was bad. So I left."

Arizona reached out to gently place her hand on the brunette's shoulder, hoping to provide some comfort.

"Oh, God. I'm so sorry," she sighed.

Amelia's lips curved into a small, sad smile. When she met the blonde's gaze, her expression turned into one of concern.

"I'm really sorry to bother you with this," she said. "You have your own crap to deal with."

Arizona chuckled.

"Hey, it's okay. I could use some company," she smiled.

Letting out another sigh, Amelia carefully leaned her head onto the blonde's shoulder.

"People suck," she muttered.

Arizona laughed, reaching her arm around Amelia's back to pull her in closer.

"You're... okay, though, right?" she asked hesitantly.

Amelia smiled at the other woman's concern.

"You mean, am I going to go to Joe's now and down a vodka tonic?"

Arizona shifted awkwardly. "N-no, I just-"

Amelia laughed. "Arizona, relax. I'm messing with you," she assured. "I'm fine. Or, at least, I will be. I just... I needed to not be alone for now."

The blonde nodded in understanding.

"You can spend the night here, if you want."

Amelia lifted her head off the other woman's shoulder.

"Really?"

"Of course."

Amelia sighed in relief, glad she wouldn't have to spend the night by herself. It wasn't that she lacked self-control. She had made the decision to leave the trailer, after all, when she could have easily stayed and joined Owen herself. She just wanted to feel safe.

"Thank you."

Amelia's stomach interrupted the brief silence that followed. The blonde furrowed her brow. "You haven't eaten," she noted.

Before Amelia could say anything, she spoke again.

"You go shower and change. I'll make you something."

"Arizona, you really don't have to do that, I can ju-"

"Shut up," the blonde teased. "Let me take care of you."

Arizona grinned, causing Amelia to blush slightly.

"Okay," she agreed.

"Bathroom's upstairs, at the end of the hall. You can help yourself to my clothes. Top drawer," Arizona instructed.

Amelia nodded.

"Thank you."


"This smells great," Amelia stated, moving to stand next to the other woman by the stove.

Arizona smiled, glancing over to take in Amelia's appearance. She had chosen a way-oversized Hopkins T-shirt and a pair of pajama shorts, which were barely visible under the shirt. Her hair looked different when it was wet, longer and straighter, perfectly framing her face, which was now completely free of makeup. Her eyes appeared softer, her features more delicate. It was oddly charming.

"Wanna grab me that bowl over there?" the blonde asked, moving her head to gesture toward the counter beside the stove.

She filled the bowl with the spaghetti, topping it with the sauce she had heated up, and handed the bowl to the brunette. Amelia smiled gratefully, thanking her as they made their way back to the couch.

The blonde put on a movie, although neither of them paid any attention to it. They were completely absorbed in conversation, laughing hysterically as they shared embarrassing stories and confessions. For the time being, they were able to forget their troubles. All that seemed to exist was here and now.

Calming down a couple hours later, Amelia let out a yawn.

"Tired?"

"Mmm," Amelia murmured groggily in response.

"We should sleep," the blonde said. "I'll take the couch."

"What? No. It's your house, you should sleep in your own bed."

"You're the guest."

Amelia rolled her eyes. "Fine. We'll share the bed," she grinned. "Besides, I could use a cuddle buddy."

Arizona blushed, feeling her face heat up. She bit her lip.

"Okay," she conceded.

After brushing her teeth, Arizona made her way into her bedroom, smiling at the sight of Amelia already curled up under the covers. She had to admit, it was ridiculously cute.

After sitting on the edge of the bed to remove her prosthetic, Arizona turned to face the other woman, who playfully held out her arms in invitation. Arizona giggled, slipping under the covers and scooting over into Amelia's welcoming embrace.

As the two lay in silence, thoughts from earlier that day came flooding back to the blonde. She felt saddened again, and seemed to nestle herself further into the brunette's neck, seeking comfort. Amelia seemed to sense this. She tightened her arms around the other woman, stroking her fingers up and down her back.

Her chest tightened when she heard the blonde sniffle. She lowered her head to face her directly.

"Hey," she whispered, urging Arizona to meet her eyes. "Hey, look at me."

She lightly traced the side of Arizona's face with her fingertips, offering her a small smile.

"It's going to be okay. I know it doesn't feel like it right now, but it will. I know it will," she soothed.

Arizona nodded, though her tears didn't subside.

"Arizona..." the brunette whispered, leaning her forehead against the blonde's.

She raised her head slightly to press a gentle kiss against her forehead.

"You're going to be just fine," she continued, her heart breaking as the woman in her arms continued to cry. She rested their foreheads together again, looking into her eyes before pressing her lips softly against her cheek.

"I promise," she whispered, kissing her other cheek.

She dotted the woman's face in soft kisses, soothing, comforting, but stopping herself when their lips were just millimeters apart. She pulled away slightly and placed a final kiss on the tip of Arizona's nose, before letting the blonde tuck her face into the crook of her neck.

Arizona composed herself and snuggled into her, her heart now beating impossibly fast.

"Amelia?"

"Hm?"

"Just... Thank you."

The brunette smiled, resting her cheek on top of Arizona's head.

"Goodnight, Arizona."