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"Will somebody turn that down?" Amelia called over to the main desk, where a group of people were gathered around a television which boomed loudly. She gripped the door frame tightly as no one took notice of her request. Glancing into the patient room with a soft smile she spoke "Do you have any further questions?"

The patient, a young man she had been treating for some time, shook his head, smiling, although distracted by the sound of screaming overlapped by the monotone voice of a news broadcaster. Amelia nodded, glancing back out into the hall. She excused herself from the room, walking slowly across to join the crowd gathered around the television.

She quickly gave up trying to see the screen, not wanting to be crowded amidst the group, she stood at the back and listened. An odd sort of screaming was the most prevalent sound. She crossed her arms and looked down at her shoes, trying to filter out the sound in order to hear the drawling words of the newsreader. Before she could make anything out hands wrapped around her elbows. She looked up to see her husband stooping to her height. "Owen…?" she said, trying to read his expression. She could see fear, which confused her.

"Amelia… We…" he was guiding her down the hall.

"Owen… whats going on?"

"I think… I think we have to go… I don't." Amelia was shaking her head, but still let him lead her. He was doing so in such a domineering way that it was hard not to. "Owen… What do you mean?… Where… what?" she said, as he stopped and sped to stand directly in front of her. He pulled out his phone and showed her a video, placing his phone in her hands and cupping his around hers. "Wha…" she gasped. "Owen… OWEN" she screamed, trying hand him his phone back, but he held it in her grasp, the video showed a flock of people mauling a person like dogs.

Amelia looked up at Owen with teary eyes. She swallowed hard, feeling nausea wash over her. He pulled the phone away slightly to change the page and she pressed a hand to her chest. "Owen that's… that's just…" he moved the screen back so she could see it. It was the vice president. He was sweating, eyes wide in frantic panic. "This is an Emergency Alert. A worldwide pandemic has occurred. If you, or someone close to you expresses the symptoms of a fever, bloodshot eyes, pins and needles and/or numbness in regions of the body, along with nausea, sickness, dizziness, and headaches, then please secure yourself away from others. The disease is transmitted by transfer of fluids, so take necessary precautions to protect yourself. This is a matter of urgency. If you are at home, stay there. If you are not somewhere secure, then get somewhere secure. Limit your contact with other people. Do not try to get to hospitals…" Both Amelia and Owens focus was pulled from the screen by a ruckus behind them.

Amelia turned quickly at the sound of screaming. She had stepped sharply towards it when Owen grabbed her arm. She looked back at him, gasping. The screams echoing down the hall turned turned wiry and grotesque and Amelia backed up, unsteadily, against Owen, who too began to back up. "Let's go" He said, tugging her towards the stairwell.

"They're going to lock down the hospital… to contain the disease, the ER is the last exit open" he said, panting as they sped down the stairwell.

"What!?" Amelia screamed, skipping steps to keep up with Owen.

"I got Megan ready, she's in a side room by the ER" He said, shoving Amelia through a door.

"But… our stuff, we need…"

"I bust your locker door open…" he said, looking down to meet Amelia's frightened gaze. "Your stuff is with Megan, and I've got some supplies together." Amelia sped alongside him, head down, an arm wrapped across her body, hand tightly gripping his.

"Amelia…" she heard her name being called. Meredith was sprinting up behind them, Ellis, red faced and wailing, in her arms. Webber and Riggs, followed. None of them stopped. All moving with purpose towards the ER Exit.

"It's okay Megan, we'll be out of this soon… It's okay" Amelia could hear Owens soft assurances as she led everyone through the ER. There were people crowding at the exit, out the door. They all made a chain as the pushed past people, heads down. Moving free of the doors, the cool air hit them. Outside soldiers were lined around the exit, shouting sternly to go back inside. She felt Owen and Megan press into her back as she stopped, unsure of where to go. Ellis could be heard screeching behind her too.

The group took in the scene, much as they'd been trained to do. Solders were bellowing, pointing weapons at the crowd, who were crying, tears shining in the light of the evening sun. The sound of the desperate shrieks washed into one like a chorus. The distant crack of gunfire rang in the air.

Amelia pulled her white coat tight around her stomach, inhaling with a calmness she had no right to posses. "Amelia…" she heard, and she turned sharply. Arizona was pressed against the wall at the very edge of the line of soldiers, people were filtering out beside her. Amelia gasped, moving quickly to her and pulling the others behind her. Arizona pulled her through. Amelia turned and pulled Megan and Owen through, Webber following closely behind.

Meredith was so set of moving through that she failed to notice the eyes of a soldier on her. His steps became low as he quickly moved, his large chest blocking her way like a solid wall. She looked up at him, eyes pleading. "Please…" she said, as quiet as a whisper. She could only see the shadow of his eyes, the rest of his face was covered. Meredith felt a sinking feeling. She looked to Ellis, she was crying still, but the sound was awash amongst all the others. She was crying so much that her eyes were squeezed closed, head flung back, mouth open wide. Meredith pressed a soft kiss against her hot cheek and inhaled her scent, "this isn't my Baby."

Amelia screamed at Owen to wait, and he ceased the tugging of her arm. "Please… this is her baby…" Meredith nodded to Amelia. "Please let her take her baby… It's not mine, she's not mine" Meredith was crying, struggling to form the words, her voice shredded with sadness. "Please…"

"Please…" Amelia said, tugging on the soldier's arm, eyes locked with Meredith's. There was a pregnant pause, before he reached for Ellis, large hands enveloping her and pulling her from Meredith's arms. Meredith kissed her swift as she went, whispering goodbye. The soldier, half turned, handing the child to Amelia, who held her close against her aching chest. Meredith backed up against Riggs as the soldiers swarmed in and raised their weapons, ordering everyone back inside.

Meredith held herself, eyes heavy with tears. She nodded to Amelia… Amelia nodded back, and then she was gone. Lost amongst the crowd moving back into the hospital.

"Amelia…" Owen turned her, and pulled her towards an ambulance. She held Ellis tightly, eyes down, letting Owen move her around, up into the vehicle, into a seat. The doors slammed powerfully behind them with a gust of wind that swept Ellis' hair up and against Amelia's cheek.

Ellis dropped her head into the crook of Amelia's neck. She stared down at her hand resting against Ellis' back, at her wedding ring glinting in the light of the ambulance. A seat belt was wrapped around her, she didn't look up to see who by.

"Amelia…" the voice sounded distant. "Amelia." The van started to move, she felt the force of the exceleration pushing her to the right. Owen's hand came into her view, his ring ticking against hers. She looked up, meeting his sad blue eyes. His hand came up to caress her cheek. He smiled tightly. "You're okay" he said. She inhaled sharply and then let out a steady breath. She looked around, seeing all the bags at her feet. Megan sat in the corner, eyes closed, forehead pressed to the wall. Richard sat at Amelia's side, head tilted back, eyes to the ceiling, his hands were splayed on his knees. She looked to the front of the truck, seeing flashes of Arizona's blonde hair. "Who…" Amelia began to speak without even realising. "Alex is driving…" Owen said, rocking with the motion of the van.

Owen observed Amelia, sitting stiffly, an expression of shock contorting her face. She held Ellis firmly. Her eyes were flitting around the place, finally settling on the window. "Guy's…" Arizona called from the front. She was leaning from her chair, hair swinging back and forth as the van sped through the city. "We're going to turn off the lights back there, to save the battery" as she spoke the van bounced over speed bumps, they fell into darkness then. Natural light softly poured in through the back windows in columns.

Owen followed Amelia's gaze, looking to the sky. In his periphery he could see people running about the place. He looked to the sky. The sun was setting, light turning from orange to pink. Amelia's eyes took on the most beautiful colour, a sort of sad turquoise. She moved her feet forward towards him, sitting them between his, feeling the warmth of his ankles against her legs. She sighed, meeting his eyes. The street lights came on, his hair flashed bright in their orange fluorescence. Amelia smiled sadly, dropping her head so her cheek rest against Ellis's head.

The light of the street lamps rolled across the interior of the van as they passed them, their rhythm lulling everyone into a calmness, but nobody slept. They all rest in a state of thoughtfulness, eyes fixed on the darkening sky.

TBC.

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