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4 Months Ago

"Hey – I'm home!" Amelia shouted as she dropped her keys on the table by the front door. She had spent the majority of the day operating on a patient who had not made it to recovery, and all she wanted to do was curl up and cry on her boyfriend's shoulder.

"In the kitchen," came Owen's reply. She walked through the foyer to find him chopping up vegetables and stirring a pot on the stove.

"How was your day?" he started to ask before lifting his head and seeing the weight on her shoulders and the dimness of her eyes. She looked up and made eye contact with him, tears glistening.

"Oh Mia," he whispered as he left his chopping aside and came over to hold her. She grabbed on to the back of his shirt and began to sniffle. Owen rested his head upon hers and rubbed her back, holding on tightly.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he prompted gently. On his chest her felt her shake her head and her body started to shake even more.

Owen gently let go of her and turned around to turn off the stove before grabbing her hand and leading her toward the bedroom. He sat her down on the bed and disappeared for a moment, before returning and helping to undress her and put her in her fluffiest robe.

He took her hand and prompted her to sit up and follow, and in response she looked up at him with red-rimmed pleading eyes.

"Come on Mia, it'll make you feel better, I promise." He reasoned, eventually wrapping her up in his arms to carry her in to the en suite.

Amelia lifted her head from where she had burrowed it in Owen's shoulder and took in the dim candle light and the humidity from the steam rising from the bath tub. He helped her remove her robe, and lowered her in to the bathtub before giving her a gentle kiss on the top of her head. As he stood up and turned to leave Amelia grabbed his hand.

"Owen – can you just stay and cuddle me, please?" she whispered, her voice groggy from the tears.

He looked over at her small body and without a second thought removed his clothes before carefully sliding in to the tub behind her. She immediately leaned back on his firm chest and wrapped his arms around her body. As she tucked her head in to the crook of his neck she could feel all of her worries slowly dissipating, and the calm and serenity that Owen radiated flowing in to her.

"I lost a patient today. It was a guy, maybe a few years younger than you. He came in after a car accident with his girlfriend, she only had minor injuries," She started to say quietly, while Owen's arms tightened around her body.

"I just remember her face when I told her. She was crushed. It just made me think of Derek and what I would do if I lost you," she said, her voice trembling.

"I can't lose you Owen, you can't even leave me, it would hurt too much." She managed to say before sobs racked her body. Owen leaned down and kissed her cheek,

"I'll never leave you Mia, you can have me as long as you want me," He whispered in her ear. He held her close until her tears died down and the water had cooled off. They both got out of the tub, wrapped in warm towels, and headed for bed. As they settled in Owen got an idea.

"Mia, are you awake?" he asked quietly.

"Mhm," came her reply, as she rolled over in his arms to look at his face.

"You know that conference that Richard was talking about today? The one in the summer?" he asked.

"Yeah, the one out of town, what about it?" she replied, her words ticking his chest where her head lay.

"What if I ask Richard if we can book a room together? I don't want to have to sleep without you by my side." He said gently, his voice full of question.

"Owen…" she said gently as she raised her head up off his chest to look him in the eye, " I want nothing more, thank you form understanding me and being with me."

"Perfect. I'll talk to him tomorrow morning. Good night Mia" he mumbled in to her hair.

"Good night."

2 Months Ago

He had had a horrible day, his patient had died because of his stupid mistake, and his incompetent intern wouldn't stop asking questions. He was angry and all he wanted to do was scream at the top of his lungs. He stormed in to an on call room and slammed the door shut before settling in to the bottom bunk.

Hours later he was woken up by an intern opening the door before quickly scurrying away after seeing him. Owen looked at his phone to find several texts from Amelia.

11:38 am: Hey you, wondering if you wanted to join me for lunch? X

1:35 pm: I'll take it that you're busy, maybe see you in an on-call room for a cuddle later? x

4:47 pm: I'm going to head home soon, are you ready for around 5:30? What do you want to do for dinner?

6:02 pm : Mer took me home. The keys are in your cubby for the truck. I don't know where you are or what's up but I missed you today. See you later?

He looked down to check the current time, 8:23 pm. Shit. Owen quickly went and grabbed his things from his cubby and drove to her place.

"Mia?" he asked as he entered her apartment, unsure of where she may be. He waited a few moments but got no response. He took the stairs slowly, exhausted from his crap day and his mini-coma like nap. As he entered the bedroom her saw her propped up in bed, typing away at her laptop.

"Hey, there you are, I was wondering where I'd find you" he said with a smile.

"Really Owen? You were wondering where I was? Because it seemed to me like I texted you telling you exactly where I'd be, and got nothing in return all day." She replied, a cold look in her eyes.

"Calm down Mia, listen I was just-" he started to say.

"Calm down? Don't tell me to calm down Owen. You know I have issues with the men in my life leaving me, or dying, so when you disappear for a day, and nobody has seen or heard anything from you, you don't get to tell me to calm down!" she shouted, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"It's not all about you Mia! Sometimes I need a break to think without you suffocating me, I don't need to talk everything to death like you!" he shouted back.

When he saw the look on her face he immediately regretted what he had said. Her tears had spilled over her face but her eyes were stone cold, and her mouth set in a thin line.

"Mia, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said-" he started before she cut him off.

"Leave. Get out, take your shit, and get out of my house." She said evenly.

"Amelia, please." He tried to reason.

She looked straight in to his eyes. "Go."

Yesterday

"So for the upcoming conference make sure to arrive to the hotel by 3pm and check in at the front desk. It'll be a very busy weekend, so make sure you plan extra time for waiting in line, and I'll see you all there at Friday's dinner." Richard announced to the group before dismissing them and heading out.

Owen glanced over to Amelia, meeting her eyes for a moment before she quickly turned around again. He sighed to himself, grateful that the conference offered a small distraction from his grieving.

Today

"Sorry? I don't understand," he heard her voice at the check-in desk. He looked over to see her face pale significantly and her eyes narrow at the receptionist. She looked as though she might jump across the desk and murder her.

He decided for the sake of the receptionist he would go over and see what the matter was.

"Hey – is there a problem here Mia?" he asked gently.

"Don't call me that. It's Dr. Shepherd. And yes, yes there is a problem. This bimbo can't figure out how to get me a room." Amelia snapped back at him.

"Amelia- Dr. Shepherd, didn't you book a room in advance?" he asked, confused as to why she would leave something like this so last minute.

"I'm glad to see you remember nothing. We booked a room together, which was obviously not important enough for you to remember." She snarled, hurt evident in her eyes.

At this point the receptionist, either taking pity on Owen or simply wanting to be rid of Amelia spoke up,

"The problem is that there are no more rooms available, the hotel is completely booked for the conference." She said, her eyes pleading at Owen to make sure that Amelia wouldn't kill her.

"Oh." Said Owen.

"'Oh' that's all you have to say?" Amelia asked him, one eyebrow cocked.

"Well if there's no more rooms, there's no more rooms, we've shared before Amel-" he started

"Doctor Shepherd." She corrected coldly.

"-Doctor Shepherd, I'm sure we can make do." He tried to reason with her.

She looked in to his eyes and pondered for a moment.

"Fine. We'll take it."