A little bit of info you need to know:

1. Derek will not be alive in this story! (Sorry, Derek lovers, but I'm staying true to everyone else's back-stories!)

2. Amelia and Owen are married and live in their own home (I know they literally JUST got married, so with this story line, I'm gonna jump it to a year and that's all)

3. Derek, Meredith, and Owen always knew that Amelia gave her child up for adoption when she was 18. She's kept enough secrets, so, them already knowing, makes things a lot less difficult to write in.

4. I do not own Grey's Anatomy. If I did, Lexi and Mark would still be alive. I'M JUST SAYIN.

CHAPTER ONE

"RUNNING BLIND"

Eva

The question is asked constantly through out life. You see it in movies, it's used as a teaching lesson in classrooms, and it's meaning is deeper than the question itself. it's in your head for life: "Who are you?" or better yet, "Where did you come from?" We, as humans, for centuries upon centuries, have pondered this question, whether it's through science or religion, or family origin, it will always be somewhat of a mystery to all of us. To me. I find myself wondering who I am every single day. Where did I come from? Who do I look like? Do I have the same habits as my Mother? As my Father? Who are my parents? Where are my parents?

When I was 8, I stayed with a wonderful woman. Her name was Mary and she was alone. She was married once, but her husband died in a car accident three years prior to her fostering me. She had told me she couldn't have children, so fostering kids was her calling. I remember asking why she couldn't have children and her telling me that when the God's created her, they forgot to make enough room in her belly for a child to grow, so it just wasn't possible. I always wondered why they forgot about her. She was a very spiritual woman. She taught me about fate and destiny and karma, the power of meditation, and how to appreciate the small things.

One day, a very warm and sunny day, I had come home from school. The curtains that hung over the big, giant windows, billowed as the warm breeze came through and the sound of wind chimes on the back patio distantly sang. That was when I noticed something didn't seem right. Where was Mary? She hadn't come downstairs to ask me how my day was, like she usually does. Maybe she went for walk? I remember thinking to myself, then shaking that idea out of my head, because she would never not be home when school let out. I finally walked up the creaky, wooden stairs to see if she had maybe just fallen asleep in her bed. I remember calling out her name, but I never received an answer. Then, there she was. She was asleep in her bed, or so I thought. She looked peaceful. Her hand hung over the side of the bed. I thought it was odd. I shook her, but she didn't move. Then I saw the empty pill bottle. That's when I realized she was dead. I know you're probably thinking how tragic that image can be for an 8 year old, but the truth was, that wasn't the first tragic thing I had ever seen in my strange little orphan life.

I was angry with Mary. I couldn't understand why she would do something like that. I couldn't grasp the fact why anyone would want to kill themselves. It wasn't until a few years later, when I was more capable of understanding sad things, I had met someone who had known her and I started to ask questions. It turned out that, despite Mary's blissfully happy spirit, she was hurting inside more than anybody could ever know. She didn't just lose her husband, she lost her daughter too. They had adopted her a year before the accident. One year. She only got one whole year with her. I had wondered why she never told me about her, but I realized it probably just hurt too much. Now that I'm two years away from becoming an adult, I understand fully how Mary felt. My depression was eating me alive, never knowing why my parents didn't want me. The countless times I thought maybe they had died. The anger that consumed me when I would think about how they could be living their lives normally as if I never happened. Could that be possible? But, I always rationalized, trying to calm my brain (which is a trait I'll always have from Mary.) Maybe they were young? Too young to raise a child? What if they wanted the best possible life for me and they just couldn't provide?

All thanks to a little thing called fate, or, more simply put, a car accident, I would finally find out who I am.

Seattle Children's Home

Saturday Morning

June 7th, 2017

I woke up to the sounds of my new roommate, Lauren, jumping out of bed, trying to catch her breath. She was 13 and had just been ripped apart from her family over domestic abuse. I sat up and walked over to her bed to make sure she was okay. Usually new kids have a rough time adjusting.

"Hey? You alright, kid?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm okay, I just.. had a bad dream." She whispered.

"You wanna tell me about it?" I question.

"I'm... I'm in my house and there's this crazy hurricane happening and then before I know it, the house floats away and starts to sink. I keep looking for my parents, but I realize I'm all alone in the house and the water starts rising and I can't breathe. Then I wake up. It's the third night in a row I've had this nightmare. I wish it would just go away." She explained.

"Damn. That's deep. Hey, you ever do yoga? Or Meditate? I know it sounds weird, but It really helps clear your mind. It might help you. It works great for me. If you ever wanna try it out, just let me know and I'll teach you." In all honesty, I'm horrible at giving advice and that's all that I could offer up. But, I got a smile out of her, so that's good, I guess.

"Sure, why not? Thanks, Eva." Her voice was suddenly chipper.

"Alright, go back to sleep. Think of puppies and unicorns. I'm going for run." I said as I began to change my pants and shoes.

"It's 5am! You're not supposed to leave the square until after 10am." Lauren exclaimed.

"Dang, sister, keep it down. I've been doin this for years. No one ever notices. I'm simply invisible. Keep that to yourself, would ya?" I winked and climbed out the window and started my jogging journey.

I started running in the early mornings when I was 13. It made my days better and I loved running through neighborhood's and picking out houses that I wish I lived in. Seattle was a beautiful place and the houses in some of the areas were extraordinary. I would imagine walking inside of one of the big beautiful homes and greeting my parents and hypothetical siblings and family dog. But, every single day, I grow a little bit older, and that dream starts to slowly fade away. There's this one home that I pass every morning, and it's grand and big and beautiful. It has a giant weeping willow in the front yard with poppies and daisies planted around the trunk and there's always this big, white fluffy dog rolling around the grass. The woman that lives there is usually walking down to her mailbox with her cup of coffee in her hand and a tired face. She always waves to me when I run by. Some days I wish I would just actually stop and roll around with her dog in the yard and sit underneath the willow tree. It was a little too early today to see either of them, though.

As I continue my run, my head is filled with so many thoughts and imaginations that I didn't bother to look when I crossed the street and BAM! The next thing I know, I'm on the ground. My head smacked the pavement pretty hard and nothing made sense. I must have passed out because before I know, a calm faced woman is hovering above me with wide eyes.

"Hey! Hey? You alright? Don't move, okay? I'm gonna call an ambulance. I'm so sorry. " She gets out her cell phone and I see her turn her head back to her car.

"Zola, honey, get back in the car, it's okay." She spoke calmly to the child peaking behind the open car door.

"Is she okay?" She sounded scared.

"I think she's gonna be just fine, sweetheart, get back in the car, please." This time, she sounded a little more frazzled.

"Don't worry, kid, I'm a Doctor. Try not to move.." I was going in and out, but found myself trying to sit up.

"No, no, you need to keep still." She had her hands on both sides of my head. I tried to move her hands, but I was getting dizzy and sick to my stomach.

"Hi, I need an ambulance. I'm on West 3rd street right off of Main. I hit a runner with my car. She looks like a kid. How old are you? What's your name, honey?"

"16. Eva." That was all I could get out before turning my head and throwing up everywhere.

"You're okay." She reassured as she helped turn my head to the side so I wouldn't asphyxiate.

"16 year old female, Eva, didn't get a last name. We're in the middle of the street, can't miss us. I'm a General Surgeon at Grey-Sloan, so she's in good hands." She hung up the phone and stared back at the car and then back at me.

"God, I'm so sorry. You're gonna be okay, Eva. Stay with me, kid. My name is Meredith." I could tell just by her voice that she truly felt horrible about the situation.

"It's... it's alright. Shit happens." Was about all I could muster up to say. She chuckled a bit.

"Ha. Yeah, shit sure does happen." She agreed. The ambulance sirens were getting louder and I could see the flashing lights just up ahead.

"Alright, the ambulance is here, we're gonna take good care of you, okay, Eva?" I weakly smiled back and the next thing I knew, I was waking up in a room at the hospital.

Grey-Sloan Memorial Hospital

"I think she's waking up." I heard a distant voice. It was female. I could feel someone else sticking a needle into my hand and someone else was saying words too large for me to understand. I opened my eyes and saw a red headed woman, a very dreamy man, and the woman, Meredith, who hit me with her car.

"Eva? Hey, are you with us? Do you know where you are?" The very dreamy man asked.

"Hospital." I said, feeling like I was losing air.

"Give her some oxygen. Eva, my name is Dr. Avery. You're in the Emergency room. The good news is, it looks like you're gonna be just fine. You have some rib bruising and fractured radius, but I want to get you a neuro consult so we can get a better look at that head of yours just to be sure. Is that okay with you?" I gave him a thumbs up. He smiled at me with this huge grin and his eyes were mesmerizing, to say the least. I could feel whatever drugs they gave me, working their magic, cause I didn't feel any pain at all. I felt like I was on a cloud.

"Can we call your parents for you?" Meredith asked. That question made me laugh a little bit.

"Yeah, sure and when you do, can you tell them I've been looking for them for 16 years?" I don't think they understood my sense of humor. They mostly just looked confused, so I further explained as I removed the oxygen mask from my face.

"I'm in the system. No parents. I'm not actually living with foster parents, though, I stay at the Children's Home on 10th Ave. No need to call. They won't even notice I'm gone. If they do, I'll be surprised." I explained. They all immediately made that face that I'm so freaking tired of seeing. The "oh, the poor kid doesn't have any parents" face. Sounds bizarre, but it's definitely a face.

"You got a last name?" The dreamy Dr. Avery asked.

"Um, yeah, Rourke. It's actually my middle name. Not really sure what my last name is." I don't have any access to my birth records until I'm 18, so I'm my own damn mystery.

"Well, alright, Eva Rourke. If no one shows up to claim you in the next couple hours, I'm gonna have to call them." Dr. Avery explained.

"Totally understandable. Hey, can I get some water or somethin? My mouth feels like a desert." It truly did. It was gross.

"April, page Shepherd for a neuro consult." Avery asked the red-headed woman. She smiled at me and walked to the front desk.

"I'll get you some water. Eva, I just want to apologize again. I'm gonna take care of all of your medical bills." Meredith spoke. She seemed like a very nice person. Maybe this will turn out like some demented version of Annie and she'll adopt me. My observations of her daughter from earlier, made it clear that she was adopted.

"Hey, I'm alive. It was just an accident. If anything, you did me a favor. I'd honestly rather spend my day here than at the Children's Home." We both lightly chuckled and then a woman with dark hair and very piercing blue eyes, walked over to us.

"You must be the girl my sister hit with her car." I liked her humor already. Meredith smirked and raised her eyebrows. It was a sarcastic smirk, to say the least.

"I'll go get your water." Meredith added, and walked away.

"I'm Dr. Shepherd, your neurologist. You must be Eva." She said as she put one hand on top of my head and pulled a small pen light out of her white coat pocket.

"In her defense, the sun wasn't even up yet and I didn't look both ways before crossing the street. I'm okay, really." I explained.

"Well, just to be sure, we're gonna run a head CT. Now follow this light with just your eyes, please." I did as she said, easy as pie.

"Very good. How do you feel? Dizzy? Headache? Foggy?" She questioned.

"A little bit of all of that, yeah. But other than that, I feel alright. I think that's just the drugs talking, though." I stated.

"Ah, yes, they'll do that. I'm almost certain you have a concussion, but I wanna be 100%. I'm gonna have Dr. Edwards come and get you prepped, but first let me take a look at that gash you got goin on." She brushed my hair out of the way and removed the gauze from my wound. Then she kind of froze for a minute, and I was kind of concerned.

"Uh.. everything okay?" I asked. It wasn't the type of face a Doctor should be making while examining a patient.

"Dr. Shepherd? You're kind of freaking me out." I spoke again. What the hell was going on? Then she snapped out of it.

"I'm.. I'm sorry, I apologize. I'm just intrigued by your birthmark right here." She was referring to the mark on the right of my cheekbone, further up near my ear, which my hair was previously covering. It resembled a little faded heart. It was definitely a distinctive trait about me. People always noticed it and would always say 'Oh, how cool' or 'Well, you'd be easy to find if you ever went missing.' You know, the normal shit people say to other people. But, her look wasn't the same as the other people. It was different and it made me wonder.

"Uh, yep. I was born with it. Pretty cool, huh?" I mean, it was pretty cool.

"So, are your parents here? Do I need to talk to someone before we take you up?" She looked like she was gonna be sick.

"I don't have parents. Dr. Shepherd, are you okay?" She started to tremble, it seemed. I thought she was gonna pass out. I was looking at her, with my eyebrows raised. I was starting to feel uncomfortable. Thankfully, Meredith finally came back with my water that she left to go get 10 minutes ago and I was relieved. Following behind her was another woman.

"Oh, good, Dr. Edwards. This is Eva. Get her prepped for CT and I'll meet you guys up there." Dr. Shepherd spoke really fast and then walked away. I looked at Meredith as she handed me her water.

"She's weird." I said to Meredith. Her and Dr. Edwards laughed.

"Yeah, we know." They both said in unison.

That is it for the first Chapter! Please leave reviews and ask any and all questions you please. This was such a random story idea that started conjuring up in my head the other day as I was watching the finale. With Jo's secret and Amelia flipping out about getting married, I started to wonder if Jo's secret was that she had a kid or somethin and I decided it would be a good Amelia story. Unlike most Grey's fans, I truly adore the character that is Amelia. Of all the characters, I feel like she's the most relatable to actually real life people. From losing a Father, losing a child, a boyfriend, a brother, being addicted to drugs, her severe anxiety of loving people, her emotionalism and having too many damn feelings, it just made sense to write this story starring her. You'll get to know more about Eva as the story comes along. What I want you guys to gain the most from this, is that this is a story about two insanely strong women trying to re-adjust to the world around them. Stay tuned for chapter 2!