Hi everyone! So this story is co-written with addie . obsessed!

She wrote this first chapter and from now on it's going to work like she writes a chapter and then I do etc. so we can make up whatever crazy things we want and the other person just continues it from where we left off.

The basic storyline though is Owen and Amelia are happy - but all of a sudden Teddy shows up, so yeah.

Hope you all enjoy!

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Aimée xo

Amelia Shepherd woke with a start, and glanced pleadingly at the clock hoping that she wouldn't be late to work again for the fifth time this week.
'9:15? Crap!' She shouted to nobody in particular as she stumbled out of bed, heading directly for the shower. Shoving last night's clothes on, she hurriedly combed a hand through her thick black hair and grabbed her purse from the counter as she ran out of the door. Climbing into her car, she briefly checked her phone and saw that there was a message from her boyfriend, Dr Owen Hunt. He was checking where she was - a predictable move as he was very protective over her. She smiled, her mind skimming over the past months being with him. Not only did they have an amazing connection but he never judged her for her addiction, always staying supportive when she went through a rough patch. Even though she had been proudly clean for exactly 1,533 days, there were still those rare few moments when she could feel her hand edging towards the oxycodone in the medical supplies cabinet at the hospital.

She snapped out of her thoughts when the time flashed up in her memos - 9:30. Late for her first patient consultation of the day. Amelia groaned, disappointed that she was letting down her colleagues, and the reputation of the Lady Place. But there was no point wallowing in self pity - she had a job to get to. Turning the keys in the ignition, she sped away with the radio blasting at full volume, windows rolled down. She could use something to pep up her mood, and watching her companions on the road stare in amazement at her and do a double take as she motored past them would do just that.

Arriving at the hospital 15 minutes later, Amelia dug around in her black leather bag to locate her pager and let Owen know that she had arrived. The hospital buzzed with voices, some laced with anger, some with pity, and she threw her head back, revelling in this familiar sound. Home. It appeared that there had been a mass casualty, as an influx of worried family members crowded the entrance and interns were running around like headless chickens. This was a regular occurrence, but they appeared even more stressed and confused today. She grinned, as she thought about all the awesome neuro cases that she would get to be a part of today.

With a skip in her step, Amelia made her way to the attendings lounge to deposit her stuff in her cubby and change into her loose pants and top. She was stopped in her tracks by an irate Miranda Bailey, who fixed a scornful glare onto her and opened her mouth to give her the 'I'm the Chief and you will abide by my rules' speech.

'Look, I'm sorry Miranda, I know I've been really sucky at making it in to work on time this week, but cut me some slack will you?' Amelia cut in.

'Cut you some slack? What kind of hospital do you think I'm running here? This is no parade Shepherd, you will be here on time. Am I understood?' Bailey scalded, a look of disdain on her face. She seemed to have got her old Nazi mojo back, which scared Amelia but also amused her.

'Yes ma'am!' Amelia teased, winking as she started to stroll off in the opposite direction.

'Shepherd! If you see Hunt will you let him know I need to talk with him?' Bailey called, with a sense of urgency in her voice, and something else. Fear?

'Okay!' Amelia acknowledged, without turning around. Her voice echoed around the empty hallways, not another person in sight. They must all be down in trauma. She sighed. Why did she never get anything interesting? Since Nicole Herman's epic operation nothing had been able to measure up to it.

She was headed towards her first consult - a young female who had suffered a massive brain bleed after getting into a car accident. Amelia felt confident that the operation she had performed was successful, but only the postoperative exam would be able to give solid evidence of this.

'Hi Jane, how are we doing today?' Amelia asked in a sing-song voice, sounding as enthusiastic as she could about a boring old consult. She lived for the thrill of a catastrophe, a person hanging on for dear life, the sense of death being close but conquering it. That was her element. But she could manage post-ops, as long as she had something exciting lined up for the rest of the day. Amelia flashed a light into the patient's eyes, pleased to see the pupils dilate.

'Looking good, now let's check your reflexes. Can you squeeze my fingers?' She asked, taking hold of the weak, pale hands that lay on the bed before her. Jane's body became lifeless as the monitor started it's incessant warning noise, a straight line flashing across the screen.

'She's crashing! I need some help in here now! Get a crash cart!' Amelia bellowed, starting manual CPR on the patient's chest, panting and staring into the monitor desperately hoping for some trace of life. What the hell had happened?

As the sky grew darker, Amelia finally emerged from the OR, exhausted. Jane kept trying to die on her, but why? What mistake had she made? She was sure that her operation was textbook, but still nothing that she tried would work. Time of death was called. 8:52pm. She raked her hands through her hair while ripping her scrub cap off. She needed to see Owen. He would be able to calm her down, stop her from doing what she knew she would do if she was left alone in a hospital full of drugs on a painful day like this. Starting to run faster towards the attendings lounge, she could feel herself crumbling, hot tears welling up in her eyes. Unable to see where she was going, Amelia ran straight into someone, and she looked up to see who it was.

'Owen!' She exclaimed, throwing her arms around him as the tears fell faster and she shuddered.

'Hey hey hey, what's wrong? Amelia?' he soothed, rubbing small circles on her back.

'Ive-just-had-theworstday' she stuttered gripping his neck and looking into his eyes.

'What can I do to make it better?' He asked pleadingly, directing a small smile at her.

'Just be here.' She decided, placing her head on his shoulder again, already feeling slightly better at his presence.

'Maybe we should go somewhere else so we can talk about this with more privacy - want to meet me in an on-call room? I just have a couple of things I need to finish and then you have me all to yourself for the evening' he compromised, breaking their embrace as she nodded in agreement and left.

Owen walked briskly down the staircase, stopping on the ground floor. He was distracted by a commotion at the nurses desk, his eyes fleeting, not paying attention. But as he grew closer, he stopped dead. The chart that he had been holding fell to the ground. Callie Torres was hugging a tall blonde; she was ecstatic to see this old friend again. Owen was anything but ecstatic. The blonde caught his eye and started to come towards him.

'Owen!' She happily exclaimed, in the voice that he knew so well.

'Teddy.'