Yes, here I am with another fic. It was impossible not to write anything after having seen the photos of Teddy/Kim with that adorable baby bump. She looks so beautiful that I can't wait to see her on screen.

Meanwhile I decided to write this little two shot.

Enjoy!

A/N: I'm working in an AU where Teddy decides not to tell Owen about the baby (because of a misunderstanding) and stays in Germany but as always with these two, fate brings them together eventually. But I don't know if any of you want to read it, I have a lot of progress, around 10 thousand words (without division in chapters) but I still don't know whether to publish it or not.

Waiting for a Friend

It's 8:00 AM and my day is already a disaster. It had been a hell of a night. Of my four surgeries only 1 had managed to make it to the recovery room. Throughout the night I had been quite emotional. The knot in my throat, the itch on my nose, the meltdown about to explode. I was an emotional case and my hormones and lack of sleep did nothing to help my situation. I wanted to go home, hide under the blankets and cry or sleep, whatever happened first.

To make things worse I see Owen when I go out of the scrub room. Since I told him about the baby our relationship had been quite awkward. We were friendly, he went to each and every one of the medical checkups, whether there was an ultrasound or not, he was always there and for that I was grateful. Every morning I woke up with messages asking how I was, how I had slept, if I needed anything, or if Allison was kicking with the monkey emoji covering its mouth. What? Owen using emojis? Whatever, it was uncomfortable. It made me sad that the one who was once my best friend and confidant now made me feel uncomfortable.

I pretend I didn't see him and kept walking towards the nearest on-call room. I need to crash and I have no energy to drive home.

"Hey, Teddy!" I hear him call me. Oh crap.

I turn and pretend surprise. "Owen! What are you doing here still?"

"I just got out of surgery". Silence.

"Well, I don't keep you anymore, sure you have to go pick up Leo at Meredith's. Bye Owen". And I keep walking.

"Teddy, wait!" I turn to him, rolling my eyes internally. I'm not in the mood to stand him. I just want to sleep. Cry and sleep. "How are you?"

"Fine". I answer unconcerned and shrugging slightly with my hands tucked into the pockets of my scrubs. He looks at me frowning questioningly. He knows me too well to know that I'm not well.

I sigh. "I'm tired, that's all. I lost 3 of my 4 patients, it hasn't been a good night".

"I'm so sorry. You want to talk about it?"

"No thanks. I'm really good. You know that these things always happen".

"Yeah, I know".

Silence again. I look around, for some reason I can't look into his eyes, I know that if I do maybe my repressed meltdown will explode right here in front of him and that's the least I want.

"So, I was thinking… if you what to go out for dinner tonight?" I look at him in surprise. "Tomorrow is our day off and our shifts are about to end... maybe we can go do some baby shopping".

"I... I confirm you during the day? I'm really tired, I just want to sleep". I see how his expression changes, I don't know if it's pain or disappointment, maybe both, he just nods almost imperceptible with a weak and tense smile. "Your daughter is really taking all my energy". I add in an attempt to not make the situation so uncomfortable.

Apparently it works because his tense smile relaxes and grows widely. He places his hand on the side of my belly, rubbing his thumb gently. "She's already awake and kicking up a storm".

"Yeah". I mumble, joining my hand to his as I feel Allison move inside me, but as soon as he looks into my eyes I take off my hand, but his hand remains there.

The way he looks at me... I'm so tired and my head is a mess that I can't decipher his look and I don't want to interpret this wrong. "Ok, I won't keep you anymore, go rest!"

I give him one last shy smile and turn around to go to the on-call room. Once there I close the door and I lean against it sighing deeply and shakily. Now that I'm finally alone my emotions are beginning to emerge. I lock the door, I don't want anyone to come in and see me. I sit on the bottom bunk and just like that, everything unravels inside me and I lie on the bed in a ball crying a river. I can't even place the exact reason why I cry. I cry for the night of hell I had? For my dead patients? Because of my situation with Owen? Fatigue? Or is it just hormones? Maybe an accumulation of everything. I cry for what seem like hours and Allison seems to feel my anguish because she doesn't stop moving and kicking. Eventually the fatigue overcomes me and in the midst of sobs I fell deeply asleep.

I wake up with a start, for a moment in the confusion of my sudden awakening I don't know where I am, the lamp in the room is on but I don't remember leaving it that way. I prop up on my elbow and I see a person sitting on the other bed. It's Tom Koracick. He had been working on a project and in Catherine's case in the last couple of months so he was seen quite often around the hospital. I wouldn't say we are friends, we are friendly, he himself is a friendly person so it isn't difficult to be kind and friendly with him.

At first he tried to hit on me but I rejected him politely and he didn't make any other aproach, on the contrary, he apologized and offered his pure and sincere friendship, much more when he found out that I was pregnant. I had been a little reluctant to accept it, I didn't know him very well but I wasn't giving myself the opportunity to get to know him deeply, on more than one occasion Owen had made a couple of comments about my "friendship", if that is how it could be called, with him and he didn't use his best words or his most pleasant tone of voice. Maybe deep down I was refusing to open myself completely to him to avoid unnecessary problems with Owen, he had been annoyingly overprotective and questioned everything I did or said or didn't do or say, so it was better to avoid those arguments with him.

But what is he doing here? I locked the door.

"Oh hey, you're awake!" He tells in a lively voice, as always, as he closes his book and takes off his glasses.

"What are you doing here? I locked the door". I say to him, still sleepy and with a hoarse voice.

"Yes, only you forgot to verify that the room was empty. I was sleeping on the top bunk when you came in locking the door behind you".

"Oh crap". I mumble through clenched teeth.

"Do you feel better?"

"I'm excellent! Why the question?" I ask trying to sound as calm and carefree as possible while I sit on the bed. As if a few hours ago I wouldn't have been crying my eyes out.

"You are a terrible liar, Altman".

"How do you know that?"

"Because I've been watching you these months, I've been learning to read you. Even if you don't really believe it, I want to be your friend. You're a great surgeon, you're nice and involuntarily funny".

I can't help chuckling at the last. "I'd say I'm clumsy".

"You're funny, Altman." He makes me smile. Maybe I should start giving me the chance to truly be her friend.

"Not much lately." I say looking at my hands in my lap.

"What the hell does he have?!"

"What?"

"What the hell does that ginger have that has you and Amelia, specially you, moping around the corners of the hospital?"

"Is Amelia suffering?" I ask worried.

"No, she's fine. Betty is taking all her time. But that's not the point, the point is that I can see that you're a wonderful woman and you're letting yourself be wilted by that stuck up ginger".

"It's not easy Tom, I'm expecting his daughter".

"And? You also have a life. Go out with other people, go to places, breathe another air that isn't tainted by Hunt. You live between the hospital and your house, you can't continue like this. Soon your daughter will be born and you will have even less time for yourself".

I smile sympathetically. He is right, I should take more care of myself, go out with other people, but with whom? My only "friends" in this hospital are Miranda and Richard and I don't think they have time to hang out with a boring pregnant woman. "Who would want to go out with me? Meredith and Pierce are faithful to Amelia, I don't know Jo very well, I don't think Miranda has time to hang out... "

"Oh, thank you very much for counting me among the candidates". He answers me and I can see that he is faking offense, I can't help laughing softly.

"I didn't know you wanted to hang out with me".

"Of course I want! I meant it when I said I want to be your friend, really. You are a funny, intelligent and interesting woman. Also, imagine going back to Hopkis saying that I'm the friend of the former head of MedCom". He makes me laugh again. It is easy to laugh with him, everything that comes out of his mouth has this sarcastic and irreverent undertone, but without offense. I start to like this; he makes me feel good. Accepted. Accepted in a place where Amelia and I roam the same corridors and whispers are directed to me as I go.

"We can go out today if you want". I say timidly. "Or if you can't today tomorrow, tomorrow is my day off".

"I can today... and tomorrow. The truth is that I can when you want. The advantage of not working here officially is that I have my own schedules".

"Cool". I answer and I really feel happy. "By the way, what time is it?"

"2:15 pm"

"What?! Were you locked here all the time? Do you know you could go out?"

"Oh and I did! I'm not a fan of starving myself to death".

"And you came back?"

"Yes, I wanted a quiet place to read, you were asleep and you locked the door, this was the perfect place... besides, I wanted to make sure you were okay".

I smile shyly. "Thank you. I'm fine... it's just that, I had a horrible night and you know, hormones".

"Oh yes hormones, they can turn people into real monsters".

"Hey!" I spat back pretending offended, but with a smile on my lips.

"So where do you want to go?"

"I don't know, but first to eat, I'm starving".

"Meanwhile, take this". He gives me a sandwich and an apple juice box. "I think I know where I'll take you".

"Oh yeah?"

"Since when you don't have a manicure and pedicure?"

I laugh out loud. "What? You will not take me to a nail salon, will you?"

"What's wrong with it? I need some pampering too".

"Ok". I say without being able to control the huge smile on my lips. "But first to eat".

"Oh yes, first to eat" …

TO BE CONTINUED…