For some obscure reason when I first posted this the characters were missing and so was this note. I'm really sorry, what can I say technology failed me today all day long. This idea has been going around in my head for a while and my insomnia decided to take it out. I have three parts of this and that might be it or I could as well decide to continue, depends on my insomnia.

Just to clarify: I love, love, love Cristina. I thought the show would end with her leaving (metaphorically). Also I used to watch Private Practice just for Amelia, that show was boring on so, so many levels, but I always liked her storyline and her character growth. Now I wasn't that happy that the writers didn't even wait a second before putting Owen and Amelia together mainly because of everything he did to Cristina, granted both had their reason, but in the end it was the worst hardest, most unhealthy relationship in the show and I was so glad Cristina left to do what she wanted and didn't stay for him (yes, I know it was Sandra Oh who wanted to leave and not Cristina), after almost marrying Burke and staying with Owen like that, I'm so happy for her. Back to Amelia, I'm a bit disappointed in the creative use the writers are doing of her growth, how some things are completely ignored, but hey, not my show. on the other hand rationally her and Owen seem to be a good fit, on paper, a risky one, but this is Grey's after all.

Amelia pulled up Owen's truck right by the trailer. She had taken it to the hospital that morning, she was called in on an emergency and she did not have a car, he had offered and she did not really have any other choice. Meredith and Derek both thought she was still at the hospital, so she could not hitch a ride or use one of their cars. It was ridiculous that they were still keeping their – well, whatever it was – a secret. Other secrets, sure, but this was a good thing and even if they did not approve why would it really matter, and why would they not? After all her and Owen were single, consenting adults, if anything they were not lonely. Amelia closed the door quietly, she did not want to risk waking Owen in case he was still asleep. He would have never explicitly told her, but she knew he did not sleep well, not alone and, sadly, not even when she was there. She had noticed the bags under his eyes and the way they looked glassy and exhausted in the middle of the day. Of course, she would never bring it up. Just as she knew, he had never asked her anything about her baby, not anything more than what she had almost accidentally told him. It worked really well between the two of them. The implicit agreement not to push each other, they understood both ends of the deal and it made things incredibly easy and it just felt so natural, Amelia felt very adult in realising her uncharacteristically restrained and loving attitude towards Owen. Or maybe all this things left unsaid would break them up as soon as something went wrong. Whatever.

Looking up, not wanting to miss the wooden steps and end face down on the precarious looking porch she saw someone sitting in one of the chairs right outside. She wanted to laugh, or cry, or both. Screaming internally, she went up the steps gathering all her self-control and shushing that little voice in the back of her mind. On the chair was sitting Cristina Yang. Owen's ex-wife, Meredith's best friend and Derek's… well, it did not matter. She admired Cristina, she was brilliant and driven, a surgery starving animal much, so much, like she used to be. She still was, but life had put many things into perspective for her in the past few years. But at the moment she was intimidated. Amelia had never been one to back down or make herself small to fit a certain situation, here in Seattle, though, she had found often things just did not bend or allowed for compromise, so she had compromised. The fact that Derek was there, and Meredith and the kids, had not spurred her interest in human relations and she could not really say she had made new friends, apart from Owen, but they were not really friends. When Cristina left, her absence had forced Meredith in a way to turn to her often for company, Amelia had found profound comfort in not having to connect to someone who didn't know her and someone she had to actually engage, so it fit kind of perfectly. Truth be told, she and Meredith were more similar than her and any of her sisters or her friends. Charlotte understood the addiction, but she was married with kids, a lot of kids, and she had two failed engagements, a dead fiancée and a dead baby, no house and no car. She took a deep breath and smiled. "Dr Yang."

Cristina looked up at her, she was sitting soaking up the sun, and she had obviously not seen her coming. Her frown told her she had heard the truck and assumed it was Owen, which also told her Owen was not inside sleeping otherwise she would not be sitting outside. In a split second her face morphed into a mixture of confusion and curiosity, kind of scary actually. "Derek's little sister."

With a quick nod, Amelia clenched her hands. She had not heard this one in a while, after Herman's tumour removal she had moved to be the one and only Doctor Shepherd, not the other Doctor Shepherd or Derek's sister. "Amelia." She made a move to peek inside, even knowing it would be empty. "Owen's not here?"

"Nope." Cristina was looking at her, almost scrutinizing her, like a show horse. "Mer and Derek are gone too and none of them are answering their phones, I knew I should have gone to the hospital."

Amelia sat on the chair opposite Cristina, deciding not to think. The situation was beyond awkward, at least on her part. She was sure Cristina was oblivious to it, or did not show it, in any case she had just resumed sitting in the sun. Amelia checked her phone knowing there would not be any calls or pages. "So," she started a bit hesitantly. "You came to visit form Switzerland?"

She did not get an answer for a while, she had not be completely expecting one, but she really, really could not stand awkward, to Amelia awkward called for inappropriate comments and saying things she should not. "Yeah," Cristina chuckled, still not looking at her. "Those Europeans have a bunch of holidays, I got bored."

"Wow. I should move."

Cristina turned, finally facing her with a genuine smile. "And the chocolate. God, I do not know what I'm going to do while I'm here, it's fantastic. I'm basically surrounded by hearts, blood and chocolate all day long."

"That sounds almost made up." She smiled dreamily. The full meaning of the statement lost between the two of them. Anyone who would have happened to be listening in would have surely got the wrong idea, but there was a reason they were surgeons after all and not dentists or psychologists. "I mean, it's kind of like everything you ever wanted, I know if I were around diseased brains and candy all day every day, I'd go crazy." She chuckled. "Well crazier."

"Yeah, I heard about that."

Amelia shook her head. "I guess everyone did."

"I know, Mer told me." She looked at Cristina disbelievingly for a second before she explained, she knew they shared a lot, but this was family, or at least she hoped whatever Derek had told her Meredith would keep to herself. "Patient or something outed you in the middle of the ER."

"Yep." She smiled tightly. "In front of everyone."

Cristina nodded her way sympathetically. "Sucks."

"It was awesome. Especially the part where Derek instead of defending me tried to get Owen and the board take my job."

"What!" Cristina laughed, not really shocked. "What a McAss. That was before DC, right? Alex told me he was being a jerk to everyone. So?"

Amelia frowned. "So what?"

"Owen." Cristina was just staring at her with wide eyes and eyebrows that were merging with her hair.

She felt her face about to flush. God, this was so embarrassing. She had no reason to feel like she could not date Owen, deep down Amelia suspected her face was about to catch on fire because she indeed felt like a teenager talking, rather trying not to talk, to one of her sisters about a boy – a man, a man. "What about Owen?" she asked as casually as she could.

"What, was he the one to stop Derek, how did he not take your job?"

"Yet, you mean?" she chuckled. "Derek stopped himself or there would not have been anything to stop, I always suspected Meredith had something to do with it." She just nodded silently and sat back, her shoulder relaxed and she finally let out a breath she did not know she had been holding. "For someone who says she doesn't do sisters she sure feels more like family than my own sisters ever did. Even more than Addison some times."

Cristina laughed wholeheartedly. "No offense, but they are monsters, the ones I have met."

"Oh, believe me, you have no idea."

"If it's any consolation I remember one of them being nicknamed McBitch."

"Doesn't surprise me, who?"

Cristina narrowed her eyes, thinking very hard of about a nanosecond. "Tall?"

She frowned, all of her sisters were tall, just another thing she wasn't. "Kathy?"

"How should I know? They're you're sisters! She had short hair I think."

"Nancy. Definitely a bitch." Amelia snorted. "Hey what is all this Mc stuff you have going on?"

Cristina nodded and waved her off with her hand. "It was an intern thing, everyone had a Mc nickname, Derek was McDreamy-"

"You were right with McAss."

"They would change according to the situation, Sloan was McSteamy, there was a McDog and-"

"What about Addie? Did she have one too?" Amelia's eyes were shining with tears, she was laughing so hard.

Cristina hesitated for a second, she had absolutely no idea of what Amelia's relationship with Addison was, but considering she knew she had lived with her in LA for years she restrained herself. "No Mc name. We just called her Satan."

"Oh, God." Amelia giggled. "Did she know?" Cristina nodded a bit put off at how much fun Amelia seemed to be having, she was literally bent in the middle shaking. Slowly the laughter died down and they remained in silence, much like when Amelia first sat down.

Cristina tilted her chin a bit. "Aren't you cold?"

Amelia was wearing the only work appropriate clothes she had found in the trailer when she received the call before sunrise, also she dressed in the dark, she was about seventy-eight percent sure her bra and underwear did not match. "Oh, it's such a beautiful day."

"If you say so." Cristina shrugged.