I wanna just warn y'all, please don't expect updates on this story everyday. Haha. I normally plan out all my fics and this one just kinda happened. I have no plan as to where it's headed and I write out what I feel. I don't have chapters pre-written for this fic. So if I write it, I'll post it. If I don't, then you won't get an update. But like I said before, y'all are welcome to request fics for me to write. Message me here or tumblr it doesn't matter. I'll try my best in writing them for you. -Cici
Amelia looked between the two people. "What? It was a joke. Hey, where's my brother at? I'm in the hospital and he hasn't even stopped by yet?" She scoffed, unamused. "Oh, he's probably disappointed that his junkie sister is here. It'll ruin his perfect Neuro-God reputation." She rolled her eyes.
She then looked at Meredith better, "Aren't you a resident? Why are you wearing attending scrubs? What's going on? What am I missing?" She asked, her surroundings setting in. Meredith tried reaching for her hand before Amelia pulled it away. "I know that look. Tell me! What is going on!?" Amelia yelled.
"Can you tell me today's date?" Meredith asked her. Amelia looked at her with sad eyes, realizing something was wrong.
"It's not January 15th, 2012, is it?" Amelia asked quietly, seeing the sorrow filled expression on the faces of both people in the room." Meredith shook her head slowly. "Will you call Dr. Addison Montgomery. Please?" Amelia asked, her lip quivering.
Meredith nodded, standing up and walking out of the room to call her husband's ex-wife. Owen watched her with his eyes, following her out of the room and then focused back on Amelia.
"Who are you? You seem like you care about me, a lot. Spoiler alert, I'm a hot fricken mess." She scoffed, looking away from the man. His blue eyes had entranced her and it took everything in her to look away.
"I–" Owen started, but stopped himself.
"Just tell me." Amelia told him. His expression was making her anxious, nervous even. She didn't like the feeling. She can't remember her life. No one even told her what year it was for God's sake!
"What do you want to know?" He asked cautiously. Amelia's cold scowl softened, her eyes lightening, thankful he decided to explain to her.
"What is today's date?" She inquired. She could see his face falter as he began to speak up.
"Today is Friday, November 18th, 2016." Amelia's face dropped. Her mouth opened slightly.
"I can't remember over four years of my life?" She said, more of a statement than a question.
Owen only nodded.
"What else do I need to know?" She asked, hoping he would tell her.
"You live here, in Seattle. You moved here two years ago. Meredith and Derek got married. They have three children. You lived with them. Derek–" he paused. "Derek passed away a little over a year ago." Owen told her quietly.
She lunged out of bed, yelling, screaming at him. "No! NO! You're lying. I don't even know who you are! Get out. Get out of my room. Now!" She cried, screaming through tears. Bailey came running in the room, Meredith following closely behind.
"What's wrong?" Bailey asked, looking between Owen and Amelia. The brunette sobbing uncontrollably. Owen staring at her with hurt in his eyes. His heart breaking for the woman he loved.
"She asked what all she missed. I was telling her what day it was, how Derek and Meredith had gotten married and that Derek passed. You can't coddle her. She needs to know the truth, especially in the beginning. It'll only hurt her more if you hide it. So I told her." He stated sternly before standing up. He sat down on the edge of her bed, pulling her into his arms and held her tight. Letting her scream, cry and punch him. Letting her pain and anger out, much like she did the night on the deck.
Bailey had left shortly after, making sure she was okay. Meredith walked over next to her sister-in-law, sitting in the chair. "Addison said she'll be here in a few hours. She's catching a plane out of LAX at four. She'll be here around seven." Meredith informed.
Amelia nodded a thank you through her tears, still sobbing into Owen's chest. Meredith's pager beeped, signaling she was needed. Owen told her they'd be fine, sending her off.
Amelia pulled away from the man, looking at him as she wiped away the tears from her face. "I still have no idea who you are." She said with a hiccup.
"I'm Owen Hunt." He told her.
"Wow, I now know exactly who you are." She replied flatly, rolling her eyes. "I mean who are you to me?" She questioned.
Owen sighed, not knowing exactly how to answer her question. So he started at the beginning. "I don't know exactly what we are either. You told me you loved me, kind of. And then I called us a plane crash. We ran. Because that's what we're good at. And then you broke down in my arms, in the midst of crying about how cruel the universe was to you, killing your dad, brother, fiancé and baby, you and I were just there. And then I knew I was in love with you." He told her.
Amelia stared at him, taking in every word he spoke. "Baby? We had a baby together–?" She asked him, her lip quivering. "Th-that died?" She said. The dam of her eyes breaking, letting the tears fall.