A/N: So on tumblr, I was requested to write an elevator fic for Owen and Amelia. A lot of people were writing continuations of last week's episode, so I decided to do something different; a series of vignettes all placed in the elevator. Hope you like them! PS: I'm posting all the vignettes at once, even though they're separate chapters because I did them all as one post on tumblr.

Let Loose the Horses

Heavy doors slid open, granting entrance to the neurosurgeon as she lit up the button for the third floor, leaning herself back against a metal bar. Adjusting her lab coat over her scrubs, she let out a breath, psyching herself up for the day. Here in the hospital, she had always found the most comfort, and if she could have moved into Grey Sloan Memorial, she would have done so years before. Life as a neurosurgeon was the only place she felt completely confident in herself. She could save lives and perform miracles and for once, she was more than just the hot mess little sister. She was a superhero. At home- Well, she didn't even want to think about that right now.

The only problem with work was that it wasn't just her. It was filled with prying eyes. And gossip. Lots and lots of gossip. And lots and lots of annoying doctors who should be saving lives instead of asking her what happened between her and Owen or whispering about how one day they were making out in an elevator (okay, more than one day - maybe more like several weeks...maybe they had been caught once or twice almost doing more than making out) and suddenly she wasn't speaking to him. She had her reasons; very, very good reasons. And their constant questioning grated on her last nerve; but nothing so much as his.

Dozens of unanswered calls, one word texts, muttered 'I'm busy's and 'I have a patient's, and no matter how hard she tried, Owen Hunt was still right there. When did guys start actually caring about her? Why did he have to be one of the good ones? So maybe the worst thing about work was that he was still there, no matter how hard she tried, and it drove her crazy - and not in a good way, either. Not anymore. If only they gave out awards for evasion, medals for achievements in avoidance; Amelia Shepherd would win every time.

Amelia straightened herself out as the doors slid open to allow one more person to join her ride up, muscles tensing as she caught sight of the familiar redhead heading her way. Damn it. Why hadn't she taken the stairs!? Her stomach churned and for a moment, she thought she might throw up, but eyes fixed themselves straight ahead, refusing to meet his. Like an animal being hunted, she stood perfectly still, almost as if she thought he might not see her if she didn't move.

"Hey," he offered.

"Hey," she mumbled.

"I haven't heard from you in awhile. Are you- Is everything okay?"

"Mhm," she hummed. "Just busy."

"So I heard," Owen sighed. A few beats passed, a ding as they passed the second floor. "Amelia-"

"Dr. Hunt."

"What's going on?"

"Nothing. Just...busy."

"So you said."

"Yup."

He waited a second, giving the opportunity for more, but elevator rides were never long enough, and reaching forth, he pressed his finger down on the emergency stop button. Of course he did. She should've seen that coming. That was his move wasn't it? Only this time they weren't stopped for fun, and this time she was breathless for a whole other reason.

"Owen, I don't have time for this. I have patients." Take the hint.

"Your patients can wait five minutes."

"You don't know that," she shot back, but given her lack of hurry until this moment, it was obvious none of them were in immediate peril. They could wait five minutes - but she couldn't. She tried to release them, but he moved his arm to block her way. "Owen-"

"Amelia, look at me. What happened? Did I...do something? Did something happen?"

"No, you didn't- I just- I can't do this right now."

"Can't do what? Are we breaking up? Because if we're breaking up, I think I deserve an explanation."

"We're not- I'm not breaking up with you." Or maybe she was - she hadn't decided yet. That wasn't exactly high on her list of worries right then.

"Then what? Will you at least look at me?"

For a moment, her gaze remained locked on the buttons behind him, but slowly she shifted to look him in the eye. Brows knit together, jaw clenched. Fine, he wanted truth, she'd give him truth. "I'm pregnant."

His heartbeat pounded in his ear and for a second the world stopped. Pregnant? A smile spread across his lips before he could stop it. "Amelia, that's-"

"No, it's not."

A crease formed between his eyebrows. "What? What do you-"

"I don't- My baby died, Owen. I don't know if- I'm not sure I can do this again." Her tone was cold, laced with fear she tried to push away.

No. Not again. His blood ran cold, muscles tensing. "You're not-"

Eyes dropped. "I don't know." She wouldn't know for a few weeks, and even then, could she bring herself to terminate? Even if their baby was going to die anyway? It was too much to think about, too much to consider. And so she wouldn't. Not yet.

He was quiet, staring, fighting desperately to come up with the words to say, but failing. What was there? He couldn't fault her that pain, but this was their child; a child he wanted more than anything. What the hell was he supposed to do? What the hell could make this okay for either of them?

But before he had his answer, she released the doors. "I have a patient," she muttered, pushing past him into the hall.