"Where is he?" I was out of breath and the sun was shining outside which never happened in Seattle. My brother and his wife weren't answering their calls, Lexie was dead and Mark was unconscious. I didn't know what worried me the most but it made me fly all the way from LA to Seattle. I was never a person who'd follow her gut but my gut wouldn't shut up this time and it frightened me. "Where is he?" I asked again, louder. This nurse continued clicking buttons which did nothing to calm my nerves.

"What's going on here?" A tall man with curly ginger hair walked towards us, shifting his gaze from the nurse to me.

"I have been asking this nurse a question repeatedly for the past five minutes and all she's done is stare at that ugly phone instead of answering me!" I hated drawing attention and I wasn't the type of person who'd scream in frustration and hurt everyone else in the process but I've been through this before. My father died in front of me when I was a young child and I couldn't lose anyone else.

A plane crash. That's all Addison knew or maybe that's all she told me because she wasn't ready for me to snap just yet. All those cautious looks from the other members of the practice gave me a bad vibe and it drove me all the way to Seattle. Maybe I had a right to snap and kill everyone in the process until I got the comfort I wanted. Or maybe all I wanted was someone to be completely blunt with me and just admit that everyone I love is now dead.

"Alright alright, calm down. She's probably drowned in other orders-"

"So that's how you work here, ignore the concerns of your patients?" He opened his mouth to reply but shut it immediately. No wonder why Derek loved this place, they had a shitty patient care service.

"Ms-"

"It's Doctor. Can I please talk to the chief of something? Chief of surgery would suffice."

The ginger haired man seemed to hold in his remark and nodded his head, stepping back and then stepping forward back to his previous place. He looked up and forced a smile, "you're speaking to the chief of surgery."

Well... Shit.

"I need to talk to Derek... Or Meredith, immediately." He looked concerned for me and dropped his gaze to the floor. Oh god no, this can't be happening. "Oh god, something happened to them. Where are they? Are they okay? ICU? Morgue?-"

"No no no no, nothing's wrong. They're fine. It's just that... They're not seeing any patients right now so you should check the doctor that was assigned to you instead. Wha-"

"Where's Derek?" I stomped my foot impatiently and screamed at the top of my lungs. "Just take me to Derek for gods sake and shut the fuck up!"

"Amelia?" I turned around and spotted Cristina standing there with her mouth agape. Cristina was a very close friend to Meredith, Derek's wife. If Meredith and Derek weren't married, I'd think these two were lesbian lovers. I even called them 'Asian lovers' for a while even though Meredith wasn't Asian. I couldn't have been happier to see a familiar face. I ran to her and hugged her so hard. "What's going on? Your voice can be heard from the other side of the building."

I pulled back an arm's length and studied her quickly, "How have you been holding up? I heard about the.. Addy didn't tell me much but God you all scared me. Are you okay?"

Cristina frowned and looked away, "I'm trying my best and it's better than nothing, you know?"

"Cristina?" There he was again, that annoying ginger haired man who couldn't help but ruin everything for me.

"Listen you son of-" I turned around and pointed a finger at him, I was ready to beat the shit out of him if he spoke another word.

"Amelia, shut up. Owen, why didn't you just send her up to Derek already?" Cristina asked, holding me from my shoulders to refrain me from pouncing on him.

"Oh, so you expect me to send anyone who asks about Derek up to him? It doesn't work like that, Cristina."

"I am not anyone-"

"Amelia if you open your mouth one more time, I'll make sure to call security and lock you up with first year interns. Shut up." She taunted me and I raised my eyebrows at her, "Owen, just send her up to him, I have a surgery in ten minutes and I need to get prepped. Don't. Piss. Her. Off."

Great. Now I was stuck with Ginger boy. He didn't look too pleased to be stuck with me either but he nodded his head towards the elevator and I followed him there. We didn't say a word on the way to the elevator and I knew that I'd cut into his brain if he decided to say something remotely annoying. Once we were in the elevator, awkward silence filled the air and i shifted from one foot to the other. "Owen, huh?"

He seemed surprised that I actually spoke to him, making me feel like this was the first time I spoke since birth. "Yeah, that's me. And you must be Amelia," I nodded my head and looked up, five more floors to go. "Are you close to Derek? I mean, your name doesn't click and that's probably why I assumed you were one of his furious patients who wanted to shoot him again." He nervously chuckled and scratched the back of his neck.

"Oh trust me, I'm ready to shoot both Derek and Meredith at once. Just came here to get the room number and floor to set up my sniper and take them both down." His eyes were a good mixture of green and blue, his ginger hair was filled with tiny little curls that would wrap around your finger and he had a strong figure. I shook my head and looked away.

The elevator doors opened and Owen ushered me to room 730 where Derek was seated on the bed with Meredith who looked fast asleep. I stood by the door and just stared at him. His hand was bandaged and he kept stroking it whilst Meredith was a mess, she had a couple of cuts on her forehead and she looked like she hadn't taken a shower in weeks or hadn't bothered to brush her hair for that long. Owen looked at me and nodded his head, as if I needed his permission to enter the room.

I softy tapped the door and Derek's head shot up in alert then he relaxed, smiling at me. "Amy, what are you doing here?"

"Thought both of you were dead." I slowly approached him and slumped on the chair next to Meredith. For someone who looked so bad, she was sleeping peacefully and that made my racing heart return to its normal pace. Everyone was okay.

"Well, Lexie is." He said bitterly and looked back at his bandaged hand.

"I heard about that. How's she holding up?" I was too scared to touch Meredith, it could lead to a horrible attack and I wasn't ready to witness that just yet. I got up and moved to Derek, holding his other hand in mine and smiling at him.

"She's not. She wakes up every day asking for Lexie and I hate to be the one to tell her that Lexie is dead and she's never coming back. Did you know that she finally considered joining the neuro team? We would've all done great. The Seattle team would've whipped your ass and cleaned the surface with it."

I smiled at him and pulled his head towards my chest, cradling it like a little child and patting his hair. I was his little sister but sometimes he needed me to be the bigger one. "I'm sorry. I was going to visit Mark after this, you know. He's not getting any better, is he?"

"No." He answered bitterly and tried pulling away from me but I pulled on his hair and made him stay there. "He watched Lexie die, did you know that? He stayed with her every second of that day and kept telling her how much he loved her. He was so close to dying and she died and no one was there, Amy. No one was there."

"I know." I held him close to me and shook my head, none of them deserved this. No one did.

"Hunt, you shouldn't just stand there like a stranger. Come in and share your feelings with this therapist." Derek jokingly added, trying to shift the mood. I turned around to spot ginger hair still standing at the door and smiling at us. He tentatively walked in and sat on the chair next to Meredith.

"I didn't know you were a therapist." Owen said, looking at me. Owen Hunt was his name and I never heard about him. I wasn't even sure if he was close with Derek or not.

"Therapist? Derek, don't give him a wrong idea. People would pay me to stay away from them." I shoved him playfully and a laugh erupted from Derek, which made me feel a lot better.

"How do you two know each other?" Owen asked curiously, this question was probably haunting him ever since I spoke to Cristina.

"You don't introduce me to your Seattle friends? What a shame. I'd think you'd be proud to show me off instead of Nancy." I told Derek, running my hands through his hair. It started when we were pretty young and the habit seemed to stick. Owen seemed confused at the mention of Nancy. I was right then, they did know Nancy.

"Owen, this is my little sister, Amelia." Derek proudly announced and I smiled at him, moving my gaze to meet Owen's. He looked ashamed and embarrassed, shaking his head and covering it with his hands.

"I should've known. You two look so much alike, it's frightening me now."

"So we've been told. And are you really chief or were you trying to shut me up?" I asked, slightly pulling at Derek's hair to hear him groan in pain. He pinched my side in response and i squeaked, moving away from him.

Owen chuckled nervously and smiled, "I really am chief. Chief of surgery to be exact."

"Shut me up? Was she making a scene downstairs?" Derek asked, giving me a look and turning back to Owen.

"Oh, you have no idea! She kept screaming at Ruby and poor Ruby looked like she was about to piss her pants right there and then." Both Owen and Derek chuckled and I looked at them in exasperation.

"She would stare at me like I'm an animal who speaks! I kept asking about you and she would chirp, literally chirp like a bird in response!"

"Poor Ruby," Derek said after wiping his tears. "Amy, she's like the janitor of the hospital. She was probably calling in for some supplies."

"How would I know that? And why was she standing in the place where people who normally assist patients stand? Chief, I would like to file a complaint." They all laughed for a good two minutes before the laughter toned down.

Derek looked at Owen and spoke, his face turning serious again, "I found someone to help me until my.." he looked down at his hand and looked back at Owen. "until I can operate again."

Owen nodded his head, "you don't have to rush into this, Derek."

"I know but people need help and I hate turning them down because I can't work yet!" He announced angrily. He sighed and continued, "so I've thought about it for a couple of days and I've decided."

"And who did you pick?" Owen looked like he'd agree on anyone Derek recommended, even if he chose a horse. They seemed like good friends, probably not the closest but two men who'd hang out after work at the bar or someone he'd invite for Thanksgiving.

Derek smiled and pushed me forward, "Amelia."

Wait, what?

"Derek..."

"She's very good at what she does, right after me. She takes her job very seriously and could operate on things that I would definitely never consider," Derek continued. "Try her for a week and see how she goes. Follow her every move and the way she handles patients. I'll show you her files and she's a double certified neurosurgeon. She's really good, Owen."

"Derek."

"Amelia."

"What are you doing?" I asked incredulously, "don't take this in the wrong way, I'm so glad that you picked me to replace you for a while but didn't you think that maybe, just maybe, you should've consulted me first?"

"Amelia."

"I can't just pack my bags and move to Seattle. I've got a job back home, a place, friends and most importantly, a life. I can't pause and come here temporarily."

"I talked to Addison and she said she wouldn't mind if you came here for a while. I won't stretch it, no more than three months and you can go back. It's not an obligation of course, I picked you because you're in my best interest. If you don't want to move, I get it. We'll find another neurosurgeon and I'll send my patients to you if I feel like they can't handle them." Derek said. He had this planned for a while.

"You talked to Addison." I stated dully.

"I consulted Addison and asked her if you'd move here because I wanted you. You were my first choice."

"But you didn't think to consult me?"

Derek sighed and shook his head, "I was too scared for your answer and I didn't know if they'd accept you to replace me. I didn't want to hurt you-"

"You don't have to protect me." I shook my head and slowly backed away from him.

"You're right."

"So this was your plan? Scare me into thinking you're dead and making me stand in front of the chief of surgery and putting him in an awkward position?" I shifted my gaze to meet Owen's. "Don't feel pressured, you can reject me right here and now. You're the higher power here. No one's going to get hurt."

"I was going to tell him that I'd have to look into you, talk to people and obviously get a copy of your CV. It doesn't work like that over here, Ms-"

"Doctor Shepherd." I corrected.

"-Dr. Shepherd. I'm not sure about how it works back where you come from but we take this very seriously."

"I'm glad you guys are capable of taking something seriously. Maybe take your patients seriously next time instead of putting janitors in the place of nurses." I shot back and looked at Derek, shoving my hand in his direction. "I need the keys to your house, I'm exhausted and I need a long nap right now before i set up my sniper and shoot you all."