Such Great Heights
Category: Drama/Romance
Pairing: Omelia
Summary: Amelia's finally ready to move forward with Owen but when she's targeted by an addict with a dangerous fixation, he threatens to destroy more than just her new relationship. (Omelia)
Warnings: **Contains drug abuse and strong language.**
Disclaimer: Own nadda
Authors Notes: Sorry, it's not much of a first chapter so I'm calling it a prologue :P Happy reading! XxxXx
Aeryn slipped into the dimly lit room taking his usual seat at the back of the A.A. meeting. No one seated past the fourth row was ever called on to speak so he deliberately chose the spot to avoid confrontation. He had no intention of sharing his story. He preferred to blend in with the crowd, stay quiet so he could 'come up' on his latest score without the outside world jarring his senses.
The irony of the location wasn't lost on him but no one would notice anyway. There was nothing unique or even remotely special about him to draw their attention. He had a scrawny build, dull brown eyes that sunk into his skin and his hair was a mess of short mattered curls. His mother had always said he didn't have the looks or personality to amount to anything but then again she'd been a drunk and a whore, someone who'd shamefully prostituted herself for attention, so her word had always been worthless to him.
His fists curled in anger at the memory but he let the aggression wash over him as he felt the drugs start to take hold. He hated being forced to sit and listen to cliched stories like his own but he wasn't about to go fucking up his parole. The state had sentenced him to meetings coupled with therapy because it was a cheaper and more convenient alternative to serving time but one wrong move and he'd be thrown in jail just like his father.
He knew he wouldn't survive it, he didn't belong behind bars. The only crime he'd ever committed was falling in love with a manipulative bitch. She hadn't appreciated what loyalty and sacrifice meant. She'd been too busy screwing every man she'd worked with. 'Deluded' had been the word her lawyer kept throwing around but it was her fault, she'd been the monster. A soulless creature who couldn't understand that true love was inseparable. No matter. She'd run cowering with her tail between her legs to a new city and he'd moved on.
He'd found the women he was supposed to be with.
His gaze skimmed the room landing on her form at the front of the room. She was clapping -supporting yet another sob story- and he sunk back into his chair, a smirk curving his lips as he watched her.
Amelia Shepherd, the enigmatic doctor from Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital.
He remembered seeing her at his first meeting, being memorized by her hands as they danced above the podium. She'd been beautiful, full of life and when she'd smiled all the air had rushed out of his lungs. He'd listened to every word, absorbed every tiny detail until she'd started talking about her addiction. That's when his intrigue had been replaced by a dull painful ache in his chest. He could only imagine how the world opened up to her when she was high. For society to rob her of that chance to fly was not only cruel but it was a waste.
He'd decided then and there that he wanted to be a part of her life. To taste her name on his lips before taking her to such amazing, great heights. He wanted to remind her of everything she'd been missing... and he would. But first he needed to learn more. He needed to get inside her head, win her over so he could show her places she'd only ever dreamed of visiting.
She was special, nothing like his whore of a mother or bitch ex-girlfriend. She was going to love him unconditionally and in return he was going to give her the world.