My take on Amelia's point of view from late 12x23 to 12x24.

Hopefully, I will be adding at least one more part to this fanfiction because the finale didn't do justice to Omelia's wedding at all.

"Why aren't we doing it ? Why aren't we building our life ? I don't wanna waste our time on conversations or some… hypothetical life, someday. I want a real life… and I want it with you."

"Are you asking me to marry you ?" He smiled, not quite believing her words.

"… Yes."

"We're not talking about the fake-married, we're talking about the real-married?"

"Real. Owen… Completely real." She nodded, finding confidence in what she was saying. "Will you marry me ? "

At the sound of this final question, Amelia didn't even need an answer. She could see it in his eyes; the overflowing joy, relief even. Relief that she had finally jumped on board, on this boat he was sailing by himself. Across the seas, waiting for her to join him in the commitment, in this relationship, in the undeniable love they felt for each other. She remembered years ago when they had first fought in an elevator, before the plane crash that had shaken the city. Owen wanted more then, he still did and now so did she. She was so foolish to think that things would change, that she could convince herself to avoid the feelings she felt for him. And she kept running away, every time he would tug her to him, she would escape in the night and be gone. Tables turned when Riggs came in the picture and then everything spiraled downhill too, Amelia couldn't help but wonder, had they been together since the beginning would have things been any different ? Truth is, she didn't know and there was probably no answer to that. Even things she thought she knew, things she thought she could control; things changed, and answers that once made perfect sense didn't anymore. People die, they get hit by cars and they get swept away from Earth like inconvenient dust, and then you're left with absolutely nothing. In other words; shit happens.

Amelia knew that, Owen knew that. So why wait? Being idiot teenagers, sneaking into each other's houses in the middle of the night? No, she wouldn't do that. She wanted a house, and kids and love; now that they both had the confirmation that this is how they mutually felt and wanted in their life, why would they wait any longer? The anticipation had been long enough.

They stared at each other for what felt like hours, their skin slightly brushed by the late night wind and eyes filled with nothing but genuine tenderness and promises. In an instant, a step forward later, Owen had her tangled up in his grasp, kissing her like he had never tasted what air felt like and he had been drowning all these years. The icicle, the PSTD, he hospital's shooting, the wedding, the abortion, the divorce, the plane crash, Switzerland... Now, Amelia. A talented surgeon that had stolen his heart, yet again. He seemed to have a type. The troubled-pasts kind of tornadoes. Though with Amelia it was a whole other level.

They had stopped breathing, after Cristina, after Ryan. They both thought they could just push it down, dive into work, find another someone maybe. Only to realize that life screws you up over and over. They had become accustomed to rejection and tragic events, so much that they couldn't even see the true and simple love right in front of them. But now they were just bathing in it.

"Yes, yes, yes." He murmured against her wet lips in between pecks, clutching her against him, grinning so wide you could see it in his eyes. Finally she was there too, seeing the love he had been willing to give her a long time ago. He didn't even care that she had been the one to propose to him, she was like that, taking him by surprise in the most unexpected times. Owen picked her up, unable to let her go and he carried her inside. The house still smelt of fresh paint, and each breaths echoed across the large living and kitchen area. Empty of life and furniture but for a mattress in the middle of the room and a kitchen island. They brought love in echoes and layers of clothes soon scattered all over the floor. Their love was messy and not perfect, but so what? That's what life was all about. And it felt damn perfect to them.

Weeks passed, the house started to feel more real and functional with actual grown-up furniture and wedding plans coming together. Amelia didn't even have to wear an engagement ring for the word of their incoming marriage to flood the hospital's gossips, surprisingly no one acted against it, on the contrary; it was as though this hospital was in desperate need of romance and happiness. Exactly like Owen and her felt, honeymooning in every supply and on-call room possible. If this is what love felt like, it was stupid to let it go to waste. They were sickeningly happy, she couldn't even imagine what being real-married would feel like; could it really get any better?

Apparently not. During these couple of weeks, no clouds had ever shone upon them, no darkness in the horizon. She had to have known it would happen. A storm had come, literally and metaphorically. Rain was pouring down on Seattle on their wedding day and Amelia had been fighting with her mother on the phone for dozens of minutes.

"Mom, mom! /Mother/! I know I was engaged before, I was there... No! I am sober." She painfully justified, as though she had to use drugs to make impulsive decisions, as though nothing good and truthful could come out if she was sober. "Because we love each other, because we didn't see a reason to wait, because people get hit by cars." Her mother, on the other hand of the phone, was ice-cold, her tone accusatory even. As though she was a child, throwing another tantrum for a new doll.

"We've been together for a year... Yes, we broke up and then we-" Amelia pressed her lips together, pacing the few squares of the bathroom of Meredith's house with her hair all twisted in rollers. She was supposed to be getting ready for the happiest day of her life instead of responding to her own mother's accusations.

She had been so drown into the happiness that Owen gave her that she didn't even realize her own family hadn't RSVP'd to their wedding invitations, it seemed settled that her own family would come. "I'm alone, if you don't come it is just me... Mom! Mommy, please! I'm getting married." She cried harder now, wasn't it normal for a little girl to want her mom to her wedding? After overcoming so much losses and climbed so many mountains. She had failed over and over, but wasn't it more important to have kept climbing back up? Wasn't that enough for her own mother? "Mmh, fine yeah I know. Okay, I understand..." She concluded, wiping away the tears and pushing it all away.

"Yeah, it's so good to know all the best people in this family are dead." But as soon as Amelia ended the call, she cried again. Unable to deal with Maggie's magical words coated with unicorns and rainbow stickers, she shut the door behind her. The only one she wanted right now was Derek. And she truly felt all by herself. He would hold her in his arms and tell her that everything was going to be okay, that Owen Hunt was a good man and that she deserved the happiness, that she had earned it, but no, it all came crashing down on her. She was stealing someone else's life, stealing someone's happiness that didn't belong to her. She had sponged away all the happy she deserved when she screwed up again and again.

"Amelia, open the door." Owen's voice could be heard from the other side of the bathroom door. Amelia had been sitting on the side of the tub, lost in her thoughts and the buzzing headache that followed the sobs although her cries had long stopped now. "Amelia... It doesn't matter. If they don't want to be here, then they shouldn't be. We don't want them. They don't get it and they don't have to. I do. And I'll be there. And the only one I want there is you." She had gotten up from the tub now, trying to compose herself with the words he said. Each words that slowly healed the ones her mother had spoken. She had never been so close to her sisters and mother, but they were still family. It should matter... Owen mattered. He was and will be her only family now.

Hesitantly, she gathered her strength and opened the bathroom door slightly. "You're not supposed to see me before the wedding, it's bad luck." Amidst the storm, she still believed in those stupid superstitions, but it was the only thing she had left right now and she would need all the luck she could get.

"I'll close my eyes, I won't see a thing. Come out, Amelia, come out and marry me." He murmured with nothing but love and honesty in his voice, a man so good she could only feel she didn't deserve him. When she fully pushed the door open, the sight of her fiancé with closed eyes before her, she couldn't help but want to marry this man in this instant. He gave her so much trust and patience. Her hand brushed against his, needing that touch and connection between them after being separated for the night. Not even caring that she was in sweatpants and with rollers in her hair, at least he couldn't see her. But she could do that, kiss him and remind herself of the love they shared. Just that simple caress, and their foreheads touching for mere seconds. "Okay, go." She took a deep breath, sending him back home with a small renewed smile on her lips. "I will see you at the church."

Yet the clouds and questions still lingered. Once at the magnificent Spanish church they had picked out days ago, she overheard Meredith's arrival in Owen's room; they talked about Cristina. On a day like this, all Meredith could think of was Cristina and the great love they shared. She remembered the great love she had once felt for Ryan, so short and biased by drugs. But it felt great then, James never came close but she just assumed that the oxy had heightened the feelings shared between them, that a love like that couldn't exist for normal people. That a normal relationship would only be sleeping arrangements and sex, nothing more. Until she had met Owen. Was that it? Was she just fooling herself and using him as her new drug?

Maggie and April were trying to keep Amelia busy while he prepared next door. They complimented her on the dress and hair, gave her everything she wanted... Well, not everything, not Derek. But she tried to convince herself that she could do it, walk down the aisle by herself and jump on this even bigger ship. A ship she had seen twice but never got the chance to climb on. Ryan had died too soon, and James had just not felt right anymore. Meredith's words had her thinking, staring at the reflection of this Shepherd model in front of her and this dress and skin that she wasn't sure were made for her anymore.

There was a decent man in the room adjacent to hers, a man that loved her. And Meredith, hopelessly trying to look helpful, was just rooting for the other guy. She probably loathed seeing Amelia like that, in a wedding gown, marrying the ex-husband of her best friend. On a day like this, Amelia had no one but a sister-in-law who was just stuck with her and no one to tell her about the mistake she was about to make or kick her ass to do this. There were too much thoughts and hypothetical outcomes running through her head, too many unknown roads. Every single time she had decided to let go and follow her instincts, she had ended up killing the love of her life or flying away from her engagement, she had ended up hurting people and leaving damage wherever she went.

Next thing that happened, Meredith was driving the getaway car in the middle of the pouring rain. All three completely soaked in water while Amelia blankly stared at the road and now they were getting Slurpees. Far from the wedding day she had imagined. "Why am I doing this? Why did you make me do this? Why the hell would you make me run?" She questioned now, among the many other questions that floated in her head like a heavy cloud waiting to burst into thunder. Had it all been her sister's plan? To make her run and avoid this wedding at all costs?

"I didn't make you run, you wanted to run." Meredith said, sipping on her straw.

"You dangled the carriage. You dangled it because you didn't want this wedding to happen, so you dangled!"

"I didn't dangle anything. You're not the victim here. I presented you with a menu of options, you chose to run. You wanted to run."

She bit her thumb now, more confused than ever. "You're right, you're right..." Her thoughts were screaming at her to run into two opposite directions. Amelia paced around, taking in a deep breath and trying to lay her thoughts out loud. "Why am I marrying Owen? … Is my family right? Is this just one more in a long line of ill-advised impulsive decisions? I don't even know! Shouldn't I know?! Shouldn't I know on my wedding day?! … I mean what if I'm just- What if Owen is my new drug and I'm just using him to ignore the fact that- that Mer's right and that Owen has had the love of his life and so have I, and once it's gone everything else is just filler and you'll never ever have that feeling again. I mean who gets that twice?"

There wasn't much success in laying down the facts or trying to self-analyze the situation, Amelia sought Meredith's approval and she didn't have it. She sought answers in someone else when she should have tried to make her own decisions and follow her own will.

"What do I know about getting married? And who am I to say we only get one great love in our life? Lots of people get two." Meredith said while they sat in the car just outside the church after their little escapade. "Look at- Look at- Well, I don't know. I can't think of any right now, but-"

"Richard Webber." Maggie continued, bringing a small ray of hope to Amelia.

"Yes! Exactly. Thank you. Richard Webber. Exactly. You see? Maybe we get two, maybe we get eleven, maybe we get thirty. Isn't that better, just to believe that? I mean, Owen believes it.
I swear he does. And he loves you. And maybe this time is different for you. Maybe this time, you're right."

Amelia had been looking for Meredith's approval to be happy, and now? She was giving her the approval to not seek answers in her, to fly with her own wings and jump by herself. No one held enough wisdom and power to give approval for anyone to live their life, and after everything that had happened, Amelia deserved to decide her own happiness. And she decided that Owen was her happiness. As if on cue, the rain dramatically stopped pouring and that's the moment she chose to open the door of the car, leaving Meredith and Maggie to follow behind her while she ran back to the Church much to their surprise. She had finally decided to run towards love, not away from it. And it was going to be messy and tough and challenging every day but that was just the point, to believe that love would be stronger and that no matter how long it would last, it would be worth it.

"Well... You look beautiful, Amelia." said Webber, moments later, after she was done fixing the aftermath of running in the rain with her wrinkled dress, the bouquet in her hands and her heart pounding too fast. She was just about to walk down the aisle but Richard had made a quick detour to see her beforehand while the bridesmaids arranged the last details next door. There was pride in his eyes. "Hunt is a lucky man."

A soft genuine smile appeared on her face, "Thank you." both for his compliment and the support he had been since she had come to Seattle. He nodded and kissed her gently on the cheek as though it would make her realize the happiness she deserved and was so secretly afraid of. As he left, Maggie and Meredith joined Amelia in a line before the melodic tune started to play, announcing the groom's entrance and waiting on the bride.

"Is this when we go- do we go? Do we miss it?" Maggie nervously mumbled, staring back towards Amelia in case she had changed her mind.

"Just go whenever you want."

"You sure you don't want to run? Now's your last chance." It was Mer's turn to look back at her, behind Maggie's accusatory gaze.

"Please shut up." She smiled, amused.

"We have to go. I'm going." Maggie said as she left first, but Meredith turned again before following her sister. "You look beautiful. Congratulations."

After her bridesmaids and the few people left at the Church, Owen stood there. In his black suit and matching flowers pinned at the lapel, his stare full of the same love she had always seen in his eyes. It was her time to walk down that aisle, she inhaled slowly and all the guests rose. She smiled, not wanting to do anything else but marry that man in front of her. As she stepped forward slowly, she imagined Derek watching over her, and in the corner of her eyes, she saw Webber giving her an approving wink. While Owen couldn't stare anywhere else but at her, sinking in every detail of her grin until she arrived at his side where they only stared at each other. He had feared so much losing her again, as though she had been drifting away from his reach and yet, now she was standing right in front of him ready to marry him. It was obvious in the way her lips had turned into a smile; she was his. She had come back to him, as always.