A/N: So I have been obsessing over Grey's Anatomy for a while now. And I was so heartbroken when Cristina left the show. But then, I saw the budding pairing between Owen with Amelia, and watched closely ever since then. When Amelia's addiction came to light in that episode, and it was Owen she ran into conflict with, I kinda had an inkling Shonda had something in store. I WAS FREAKIN' RIGHT.

And so today, I hereby write about the most intense kiss I have seen in Grey's Anatomy ever since the old cast left. It left me reeling after the episode and had me excited about the show again. I know I need to watch more of Amelia in Private Practice to get her serious side, and her troubled side too (I can barely relate to the baby story) but I think I did a pretty good job in chanelling the awkwardness and bashfulness of the two in here. Hopefully, it's not all too teenage-ry (they were SO fucking cute though, omg).

I plan on writing more, as the episodes go by in a sort of behind the scenes narrative. I won't stray from the canon unless something horribly unacceptable happens to them that might make me want to kill Shonda Rhimes. And because everyone probably already knows about what happens during S11x15, you might also know that this fic's rating is subject to change if I post the next chapter. So there, something for you guys to hold on to. That is of course, if this fic is not shit, and you actually like and review. :D

DICLAIMER: I own a red notebook filled with doodles and major fangirling moments about Amelia and Owen. Other than that, nothing. Nothing.

Personal Earthquake:

Hell yeah, I just got paid
It's time to get this started
Wait till I stake my claim
Forget that I was ever your whipping boy

Weekend - Priory

She had just felt the earth move, but that had been happening to her for a while now, not just today.

No. Her world had been shaking, turning on its head, jumping up and down and out of control ever since that night a couple of weeks ago when she had gone over to his house. Or trailer. Whichever. She had wondered why he lived on a trailer though, half-way through driving there. Maybe it was some sort of army, nature thing he got going on?

Anyway. Equipped and armed with the best of her jittery courage, exuding the confidence of her super "one-look" game and the nicest bottle of sparkling water she'd found at the supermarket on the way; she went over to Owen Hunt's place, Chief Resident of Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital.

I mean, that was what normal people did, right? She was the newbie, and he and Derek seemed to be friends…? And she was his sister, so technically this was just like in high school when Mark kept making ridiculous remarks about her jeans. I mean, there had been that little tiff between them at the beginning, when her whole addiction ordeal was brought to light… But then, he'd held her hand at the chapel. And it would be safe to assume that having experienced such things with another person, wherein she had been able to feel okay enough in his presence to confess that she'd had had a baby in another life... That she had once had a tiny human being held in her arms during the forty-three minutes he had lived… That the least that could have come out of that situation would be some sort of friendship. So normal people, who were friends, would be totally fine with coming over to visit and bring a bottle of wine while they conversed and hung out, right?

Definitely not weird at all. And so she had done that very same thing, with a plan that had the success rate of her taking on a blood clot on the peripheral lobe of a patient (which was saying something, given that she had never lost over a clot in surgery ever before). Her infallible operation consisted of bringing over a bottle of wine (or sparkling water, because hey, close enough!) just to say hi and start a conversation. Then, she would smile and he would be surprised, but be glad to see her. He would invite her in, and they would talk about some of the surgeries they'd performed during the day, and he would laugh at a cute joke she'd make about one of the interns. After that, he'd refill her glass with some more water, which would then maybe make them touch unintentionally and probably lead them to have that look, and then, bam! Amelia Shepherd, brilliant neurosurgeon, would have sealed the deal and have had him fall in love with her in no time. Piece of cake.

In addition to the awesomeness that was her plan, the confidence in her stride was also brought over by a conversation they'd had earlier that day. He'd exited really fast right after, but she did manage to extricate important information from him. His words had somehow revealed that he had nothing against co-workers, that tall people didn't interest him in particular (nor that it was a pre-requisite to his attraction), and that Herman was not competition. That, in conclusion led her to believe that, one: her height was on the safe side, two: their working relationship was inconsequential to the outcome of this adventure, and that three: Herman was down for the counting, which only left Maggie or Callie as her only potential competitors. Yet, knowing the other two, she would feel pretty confident about having an advantage. So, with great courage, she knocked on the door, ready to go for gold.

And then he opened the door.

And the first thing that had flown right off her mouth was "I'm sorry".

That was amazing, to be honest. Everyone knew that nothing good came out of "I'm sorry" when that was the first thing you'd ever say to the host upon arrival. I mean, she hadn't even started yet and she was already sorry? Ugh.

That had only been the beginning of what had kept her up all these nights though. Nicole Herman's wonderfully large tumor had also been partly to blame, but my gosh. When she kept replaying the scene over and over in her mind right before she went to sleep every night/day, she just wanted to bang her head over the nearest door. It hadn't gone better after the "I'm sorry" part. She had said wine, when obviously she had been carrying a bottle of water. In her defense, it was sparkling, but still. It just probably made him think that she thought that he didn't have drinkable water in his trailer and that there was a necessity to bring some over because he couldn't fend for himself in the wilderness. Oh god. Every time she thought about that particular moment, the alternative thoughts on her head just kept on getting worse and worse.

Much to her embarrassment, he hadn't invited her in. Well, he did, but after her pride had been dragged across the muddy floor of stupidity and blabber. She had basically said she had no game, and proceeded to awkwardly hand over the bottle of water to him while conceding defeat and failure. Technically, she just wanted the earth to swallow her off right there and then. Although, in all fairness to him, he did manage to kind of catch on to the whole flirting attempt, and tried to offer her a glass of water inside the trailer, but that was just adding salt to the wound. Couldn't he just let her walk away with whatever ego she had left…?

No.

No, because then, her first earthquake would've been the one she'd felt today and that would've been unacceptable.

Because then he had asked her to stop walking, and suddenly, he had been right there in front of her.

And then he had said that he wanted to kiss her. And it was then that her world did pause. It paused because she couldn't believe that he had said those things in front of her. No actually, she just couldn't believe that he'd even said those things at all.

He had looked at her, inhaling deeply, and he had just said it like it was unquestionable, undeniable, and irreversible fact: "I'm going to kiss you now".

Like there was no other alternative but for him to bring his hand over to cradle her cheek and pull her close so that his lips could touch hers. Like it was fated that he would pause, because he needed to take in and feel that initial contact before he could go ahead and dive in again. Because if he took too much of her in, he might not be able to stop himself. So he had kissed her in moderation, his thumb brushing her cheek, both hands holding her for dear life, because she was addictive like that. And that her lips had been so soft against his, and that her hair had been silk under his fingers, and that the tiny movement of her head, when she did not expect it to end so soon, had encouraged him to taste her some more. And that the second time his lips captured hers had made Amelia hold onto his arm because the ground beneath her had felt like no ground at all. And that it had been over as sweetly as it had begun.

It had been… stupefying, electrifying, mind-blowing; basically any superlative adjective in the book and more. It had not been something she'd expected. She had thought that the most she would have been able to get that night was a decent conversation and a kiss on the cheek, because he'd seemed to be the kind of guy who waited until the third date before making a move. But no. Owen Hunt had kissed her, and suddenly her world had shifted, as cheesy as it may sound. She hadn't been able look up for a while because of her astonishment, but when she did, she saw the same look on his face. His eyes looked at hers in awe, like he'd just witnessed a sort of miracle. It was a good thing that he'd said she didn't need to say anything, because she hadn't really been able to execute any coherent thought after that. He'd said something about going home, and she'd spluttered a mumbled reply… Actually, she'd been so disoriented she had actually forgotten where she lived. She had to pause and force herself to sober up from the sudden high she'd gotten in order to locate in which way her home was. Obviously, the whole thing hadn't been embarrassing enough. Good thing that she had managed to get her bearings in time to wander off into the general direction of her car. Yes, she'd taken her car to get there because this was Owen's place and she, of course, lived somewhere else. Yes, that sounded about right.

She had not drunk, nor had she taken any drugs, but man did she have a hard time keeping herself steady. She could not even mention her attempt to sleep after that, or the incredible effort it had taken for her to focus. But when it had all been over and Herman had turned out alright (blind, but still acerbic and kick ass as usual), she had gone right back into replaying the scene over and over. She liked to sweetly torture herself over the thoughts like that.

It was like having her own personal earthquake at her beck and call.

A/N: So... I guess I may keep it as a one-shot. Or as a multiple chapter thing. I dunno. We'll see on the reviews. ;)