Amelia had settled surprisingly well into the small apartment Maggie had thankfully found with such short notice. It didn't have that home vibe she had felt in almost every other house she'd lived in. However, what it did have was a small cream coloured teddy bear on the bedside cabinet beside her bed to remind her of the unborn child inside her. That was the most important thing in her life right now.

No matter how bad she felt, she had something worth fighting for. This baby hadn't asked for any of this and she would be damned if she lost another. The pain from the first time still tore her up every single time she remembered how beautiful her precious baby was. She knew what she had to do this time and it was take care of herself no matter what.

No sister in law, or complicated relationship would ever put her in a dark place again. She found the light at the end of the tunnel, that missing piece. Her baby would have anything it needed.

She pressed the snooze button again and remembered why she first woke up. She had work in a few hours. This time however it was with everyone she wanted to avoid. She knew she couldn't avoid Owen forever; he wasn't the sort of guy to leave. Meredith was stubborn though, so it could be a possibility if she didn't have three of nieces and nephew that they may avoid each other for the rest of their careers. Despite their lack of mutual understandings sometimes Meredith would never take away the memories of Derek for her. The children didn't deserve that on top of everything else they've been through.

She washed and changed into something comfortable before locking the door to the apartment and drove herself to the hospital. The traffic was average for a Monday morning which she was thankful for.

She felt like she had just walked into an earthquake. She had never seen the hospital so busy and overflowing with patients. Stunned, she walked straight to Richard who was stood by the reception desk with a clipboard against his chest whilst pointing and shouting orders to his staff.

"Richard?" Amelia asked. She could see he was busy and distracted. She waved in his direction til he gave her a look that would indicate he'd talk to her in a minute.

"Shepherd, I hope you're ready for today. Massive car pile up a few miles away. All the victims are arriving here. There will be plenty for you to do" he told her and handed over the sheet of patients and their bays and what tests they needed (or supposedly did). She was grateful he didn't ask her questions, though she knew he'd do it in a more private setting.

Amelia nodded determinedly. After all, she is a superhero. She went into the staff area and changed, hanging her bag up in her locker and changing her boots. Today was going to be a long day she thought as she put on her trainers.

She looked down at the sheet at the first patient and tucked it away in her pocket. As she opened the curtain she saw the young man on the bed covered in blood and shaking slightly. "Amelia?" She heard that adorable yet frustrating accent behind her. As she turned the curtain was shut behind his figure.

"Owen? What are you doing?" She asked. The aggravated tone was obvious.

"That's my patient" he pointed at the vulnerable man on the bed. "I need a neuro consult" he explained. Amelia could tell as much by the way his body was shaking.

Amelia nodded unconvinced that luck would have it he'd wait for her to come onto her shift. She walked over and observed the young man for a few minutes. She projected the light into his eyes and noticed his pupils weren't reacting fully as they were supposed to. She noticed a few interns had entered while she was examining him and ordered for a head ct straight away.

She begun to walk out and down the hall when she noticed Owen was on her tail. "Mia, wait please?" He begged. That desperation in his voice always made her weak. It was the hormones she told herself. And the nickname that made her instantly smile. It must be the hormones.

"What Owen?" She shouted. The corridor was empty and her anger was overtaking. All she wanted to do was grab a drink quickly and then go see the rest of her patients.

"I'm sorry...I" he tried to find the words to explain, to make her understand. He was lost.

"Sorry?" She laughed, throwing her hands up in the air. "You're sorry?" She couldn't even control herself anymore. "You ruined everything. I lost myself that night. I couldn't do it without you... You just left me, you didn't let me in. I lost my home with Meredith... And all you can say is just sorry?" Amelia knew she had to calm down before she upset the baby. She stood against the wall and breathed deeply.

Owen couldn't help but notice the way she was acting, it wasn't her normal way of reaction to a fight; she'd carry it on until she couldn't talk anymore or she would storm out. This time she was stood trying to calm herself down. He noticed the way her hand was cupped near the stomach as she rubbed it gently.

Before he allowed his brain to wonder to the possibilities a few of the interns came rushing in to find the two doctors. "He's crashing!" they shouted. Amelia and Owen began to run instantly towards the bay. 30 minutes later and their patient had been officially pronounced dead. His brain was gone and his body was deteriorating fastly.

Amelia closed his eyes and pronounced time of death. A tear rolled down her cheek. This man had been incredibly young, he had a full life ahead of him until one accident that wasn't even his fault, and he was just caught in the crossfire. Owen, who had been watching from the corner, had noticed the tears in her eyes. Amelia had never cried at a patient before, even the children she had managed to keep her emotions in.