Disclaimer: This has been bothering me for awhile now. The missing kiss from 11x24. So…given the events of the first episodes of season 12 this is how I imagined it went. I do not own Grey's Anatomy, the characters, etc. etc. I will probably continue this with more "missing scenes". Enjoy and please review.
"Are you okay?" Owen asks Amelia, desperate to comfort her and hoping she'd let him.
Over the last year and a half, he'd gotten to know Amelia fairly well. Early on, she was clear that she was not a very open person. She bottled up her emotions and when she was faced with a problem, she ran. She confided how difficult it is for her to share her past, her feelings, her deep dark secrets. They developed a bond that he realized she didn't share with anyone else. Even Derek.
He discovered the ways he could comfort her. He knew when to push her to talk and when to just be silent and hold her hand. He hoped nothing had changed while he was gone.
He gives her a small encouraging smile as she holds tighter to his hand.
She looks at him and for the first time in over a year, she feels anchored back to her life. Almost normal, in her own Amelia Shepherd way. For the first time, she doesn't feel the familiar crave for drugs that had always plagued her just beneath the surface. Instead, she feels a different pull; the need for human touch and connection.
"Yeah. I am," she nods as she holds back her tears. She feels strong, safe, and secure. No longer alone. And it wasn't just because she heard Derek's message, but Owen's presence. He had the ability to tear down the walls she so strongly kept up, and it no longer terrified her.
Slowly they gravitate toward one another with no sense of urgency. This time they're not in an on-call room; there are no pages to interrupt them. Although the party rages on outside the door, they are only focused on each other.
"Amelia," he whispers as she holds his face in her small, delicate yet strong hand and they both close their eyes in anticipation.
She initiates the kiss and it's different than any kiss they've shared before. He pulls her closer to deepen the kiss, and she finds herself melting into him. Their lips find a gentle rhythm and only break apart moments later for air.
"Thank you," she whispers, leaning her forehead to his.
Misinterpreting her meaning, confusion etches across his face. He thinks it must have been a friendly kiss. The result of weakness and heightened emotional circumstances. A kiss of gratitude in a way. Amelia felt abandoned first by Derek, then Meredith. Then he left and he could only imagine what it was like for her.
The message, the reminder of Derek, brought her closure. He thinks she's just thankful he sat there with her; his presence a comfort. That's all this kiss was, he was sure of it.
"Oh you're welcome," he chuckles uncomfortably as he stands to return to the party. "Save me a dance later?" he asks, trying to lighten his mood.
"Only if you think you can handle it," she jokes back.
As he turns to leave, her face turns down as she realizes what she had just ruined.