A/N: Hey, this is my first ff. Hope you like it and please enjoy! I just had to write a fanfic about Amelia because I think people don't acknowledge her enough. She is such an inspiring character and Caterina Scorsone's portrayal of her gives me goosebumps whenever I watch her. Just saying.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own the mentioned characters, if I did, Ryan would still be alive and Amelia would have her own show :(

Amelia's POV

Amelia just wanted to find Meredith to check on a patient recovering from brain surgery, when it happened. She didn't see it coming. Nobody saw it coming.

She was walking down the halls, unconsciously touching the watch on her wrist and thinking about her baby once again. She wondered if he was waiting with

Ryan for her. It was a nice thought. The drama surrounding April and Jackson lately had her thinking about her lost ones more frequently than usual and she

started wearing the watch again. She found it terribly sad that such tragedies seemed to happen more often than you'd imagine. But Amelia had recovered as

good as possible from the past two years. Sure, it always followed her, but all in all, she was starting to think that life was actually getting better for her. Being

in Seattle was refreshing. She had a great job, her relationship with her brother was okay these days and the whispering about her addiction had also died after

a few weeks. She sometimes thought about James' broken heart back in Los Angeles, but it still had been the right choice. She couldn't ruin such a good man

with her demons.

All of that was in her mind when she turned around a corner, ran into Owen and lost her balance.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to…" She looked up at him from the floor and saw him smiling down at her, offering his hand. She smiled back and accepted his

help.

"Thanks. And again, sorry." She straightened her clothes and was about to head off, when an idea struck her. She spun around.

"Hey, do you have any plans for tonight?" She asked him.

"Um…no, not yet. What do you have in mind?"

"Well, I was thinking we could, you know, grab something to eat and movie and have a nice evening." She looked hopeful up to him. "What do you think?"

"Sounds nice." He smiled. "How about we meet later after work in front of the hospital?"

"That works." They stared at each other for a moment, before Amelia remembered what she came here for. "Um, I have a patient, so, see you later."

She continued down the hall, looking forward to her plans for tonight. Owen. Another good thing about coming to Seattle. After that earthquake last week and

the whole Ruby case, they were even closer than before. She didn't know if she could call him her boyfriend, but they certainly took their relationship to another

level. He was always so kind to her and she couldn't stop falling for him. Deep down, she knew he deserved better than her, just like James, but well, she

couldn't help it.

And with that happy thought in mind, she noticed it was getting strangely darker by the second. She looked out a window and just saw the helicopter flying

straight towards her. She was frozen in place for about two seconds, trying to process what she saw, and then the helicopter hit and everything went black.

"Ugh, crap…" Amelia didn't want to open her eyes yet. She was conscious again, but she didn't want to see her surroundings yet. She hoped it was all a bad

dream and that she was at home in her bed, but there were too many arguments against that theory. One being that she felt sharp pain in her stomach area

and her head hurt like hell. She also felt pretty nauseas. She could feel the hard floor underneath her body and some wind in her hair. People were screaming

and there were explosions not too far away. That was not normal for her bedroom. But that was also not normal for the hospital.

Slowly and cautious, she opened her eyes and took in the sight in front of her. At first, it was just a blurry mess but after a few moments her sight became

clearer. There were medical instruments and bandages everywhere on the floor. Parts of the walls, tables, beds and other heavy objects were lying around like

on a battlefield. She even saw some metal pieces that could only belong to the helicopter. A few still bodies were positioned underneath some of them. Some

were wearing white robes. She heard a kid screaming for her mother in the distance.

Slowly and with excruciating pain, Amelia got on her elbows and tried to sit up. That's when she noticed where the wind came from. There was a giant hole in

the side of the hospital, right next to her. She had a pretty good view of Seattle, considering she was on the fourth floor.

"Oh my god…" Her voice sounded even more husky than usual. She struggled to get up, careful not to get too close to the hole next to her. Her legs were

wobbly but she steadied herself against some still intact piece of wall. Amelia held her hand to her aching head. It came away bloody. Still, she figured it was

not too bad. Definitely a concussion accompanied by some bruises but that was probably it. She wanted to take a step toward a nearby nurse, but suddenly she

felt that stomach pain again. She carefully looked down. Her clothes were shredded in several places with bloodstains everywhere on the blue fabric from nasty

cuts and burns.

But her middle seemed to be mostly fine. That's when she noticed the metal sticking in her side. It was one of their larger scalpels. She must have fallen right

into it. How could you not notice a knife peaking out of your body right away?

It wasn't a deep cut though, but it hurt every time she tried to move and the risk that it could cut deeper was too high. She had to get it out. Amelia looked

around. The nurse she'd seen was gone. She was alone.

"Alright", she said to herself. "Guess I'll have to do it myself." And with that, she grabbed the scalpel, prepared herself for the worst and pulled. "Holy crap!" She

held the bloody blade in her shaking hand and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. So far, so good. Then she noticed how wet her side felt and carefully

touched the wound. It had been deeper or probably damaged more than she had initially thought. It was bleeding like hell. As fast as she could, she grabbed a

towel from the floor, wincing at the motion, and did the best she could to stop the bleeding.

"Great idea, Dr. Shepherd. Just pull it out and hope for the best." She scolded herself. She pressed the towel to her side and started making her way through the

chaos. Why would a helicopter fly into a building full of sick people? She started to wonder if these walls were cursed or something.

She limped over to a young man kneeling next to an unconscious woman. He didn't look injured but he was crying and kept shaking the woman's shoulders.

"Come on, Rachel! You can't leave me alone!" He screamed at her. Amelia stepped closer and tried to examine the woman. She searched for a pulse. She didn't

find it. She was already dead.

"What's your name?" She asked the man. He didn't seem to hear. No matter what Amelia tried, she couldn't attract the man's attention. He was in shock. "You

can't help her! Come with me!" Amelia begged. "It's too dangerous here! The walls are not stable! Come on!" Finally the man obeyed and stood, never averting

his eyes from his dead wife. Amelia took his arm and dragged him away. He kept whispering, "She is dead. She left me" over and over again.

Ten foot in front of them were the remains of the helicopter. It had exploded. She could see small fires here and there. Burned curtains and pillows. And burned

bodies. Their fight was over but it was a horrible sight. She couldn't move. Maybe she knew some of those people. Her co-workers or some of her patients. Oh

no, what about Owen? He had talked to her down the hall. He had probably still been on this floor when it happened.

"I need to go back in the other direction." She told the man. "You need to get around that corner and down those stairs to get help, alright? Can you do that?"

He nodded and slowly walked away.

Amelia looked after him until she couldn't see him anymore. Then she continued pushing the towel to her stomach and turned around to walk back into the

chaos. The remaining people up here tried to help. Some nurses were bandaging each other. They didn't even notice her. Some patients were wandering around,

looking for a way to get away from the helicopter. But most of the people near the hole were dead. She saw an intern lying dead under a pile of shelves. She

had to avert her eyes.

"Amy?" She heard someone call from behind her. She turned and saw Meredith running toward her. She didn't look injured. She probably hadn't been near this

area when the helicopter hit. "Amy, are you okay? Are you hurt?" She finally came to a halt and hugged her. "Ow!" Amelia cried out. She gestured to her

stomach and said, "No hugging, please. I really want to keep my remaining blood." She lifted her shirt to let Meredith examine the wound. She gasped when she

saw all the blood.

"I need to take a closer look at that, Amy. But first we need to get out of here. Come on." She started dragging her along but Amelia struggled. "No, wait, Mer.

We need to find Owen first. And look for others who might need our help."

"Amelia! Don't you feel that? This floor is not stable anymore! It will collapse sooner or later! Come on, they are all already downstairs. I think I saw Owen at

the elevator a few minutes ago."

"You sure? I was talking to him shortly before it happened. Maybe he is still up here to help. Or he is hurt…" She trailed off. Meredith took her hand again and

this time, Amelia didn't fight her. She simply didn't have the strength anymore. So the two women made their way back towards the stairs. Amelia took one last

look at all the bodies lying around, at the hole in the side of the hospital and the burned helicopter. Suddenly the nausea hit again and she had to stop to throw

up. Meredith held back her hair and handed her a towel when she was done. "Concussion, huh? We'll take a look at that, too. Come on, Amy."

Amelia could barely walk. She had lost too much blood by now and looked paler than usual. Meredith half carried her down the stairs and they had to stop

several times. On the second floor, she finally blacked out and fell limb into Meredith's arms.