A/N: Anonymous prompt: What about a fanfic where Owen leaves for Iraq for months, Amelia is pissed and afraid but doesn't stand in his way besides they ain't together now. Amelia goes and visit him Iraq during his time there and let's him know she'll wait for him as long as it takes and also tells him not to feel obligated cause she came all the way there for him so she leaves without knowing how he truly feels. After 6 months Owen returns.

Chapter 1:

Owen was packing his back. He was about to go back to Iraq, because they needed more doctors. He told the board the day before and he was leaving tomorrow. He knew it was fast, but he also knew that every day he waited, more and more men were dying out there. Most of the hospital didn't even know yet; he told it late at night and even in Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, rumours took some time to spread. He only needed to grab some more clothes and his uniforms, then he could go to bed; he had to wake up early the next morning. When his bag was fully packed, he placed it next to the door, right when someone knocked. He opened the door curious to who would be visiting him.

"Is it true? Are you really going back to Iraq?" Amelia stood in front of him. She looked distressed and pissed, but mostly afraid.

"Yes, I leave tomorrow morning." He wondered why she had come down here, it wasn't like she would care what he did after he broke up with him. If they were even together back then. Anyway, it was none of her business.

"Ok, that's all I wanted to know." She turned around, so he couldn't see the tear running down her cheek and started to walk back towards the McDream house. She didn't want him to go; it was dangerous and she had heard stories from him and Meredith about his PTSD afterwards. She didn't want him to get hurt. But if he wanted to go, she wasn't going to stop him. It was his decision; she had nothing to say, it wasn't her place. She had said their relationship wasn't a good idea, but she wanted to try. He might have been right when he said their relationship was a plane crash; they both had too much shit going on in their lives. They were both hurt in the past and had a hard time recovering from that. She was sure she was going to miss him, that she was going to worry about him every single day, but she couldn't stop him.


Three months has past since she had last seen him. Three freaking months. She was slowly dying inside; she missed him so much and every day she didn't hear from Meredith how he was doing, she was worrying so much that she couldn't concentrate on her work. Meredith and Derek were the only ones who had contact with him, besides maybe Callie. Amelia couldn't bring herself to call and go through all the security systems, because it made her worry even more. She was so scared that if she was going to call his station, they were going to tell her he died or he was injured or captured or… There were so many things that could have happened to him. But sometimes Meredith called; she wanted to now both for Cristina and Amelia if he was doing alright. After she called and heard he was fine, she would immediately call Cristina and tell Amelia what was going on back there. Those days were the only days that Amelia could slightly relax, but only for an hour. After an hour she knew that he still could have died. She knew that maybe right after he hung up, a bomb could have exploded or some soldier from the other side could have burst into their camp and shot them all. She knew that Owen was one of the best trauma surgeons there was and that he could save millions of lives out there, but she didn't care about that. She knew that every time he lost a guy, it would take a piece of Owen with him.

She was standing in the ER, looking around her and pulling her fingers as she was worrying about Owen. It had become a habit since he left. She wished she could just see Owen walk through the door as usual or see him walk in with the trauma team who came running in from the ambulances. But, of course, it never happened. When she saw Meredith walking up to her, her heart missed a beat. Every time someone walked up to her, she was afraid she was going to hear that Owen was dead.

"You should go and visit him."

"What?" Amelia had no idea what she meant.

"Ever since he left, you've been on edge. You're worrying all the time and I know you don't sleep so good. The only time I don't see you pulling your fingers is when your on a difficult case, that requires all your attention or when you're in surgery. You should visit him at his station, a lot of people do. Or at least take a break for yourself."

"I can't take a break, that will only make me think about him even more."

"Then I guess there's only one option."

Meredith walked away, leaving Amelia alone with her thoughts. Maybe it was a good idea to visit him? But it wasn't her place; it was not like she was his girlfriend. But she could visit him like a friend, right? He wouldn't mind, would he? She decided to look into it when she got back home.

The rest of the day she kept thinking about what Meredith had said. She was so distracted that Bailey, who was the new chief of surgery, told her to take the rest of the day off. So she went home and immediately grabbed her laptop. She looked through Google to find information about the camp he was staying at and how she could plan a visit. Meredith was right, she thought, she had to go and visit him. If it wasn't for her own sake, then for the sake of her patients.

The next day she went to talk to Bailey about a possible leave of absence and she agreed that it might be best for Amelia to take a break. When she got home she booked a flight to the airport closest to Owen's station. From there, she just had to take a helicopter to the camp.