I'm so happy that people are enjoying this Fic. The reviews are awesome. Both here and on Twitter. You're all amazing. Jan... this is for you

Arizona's POV

Making our way to Amelia's car, I can't help but keep my hand on her back. Something about her, it's drawing me to her. I was terrified when I realised that it was Amelia in my bed, naked, this morning. Purely because Amelia deserves better than a one night stand, and sex you don't remember because you were too intoxicated, to me, that's a one night stand. I only have sex I don't remember when I'm looking for a one night stand. Because I get so drunk that I can't remember it the next day. It sorts the need, scratches the itch, but the memory of it, I don't need that. Especially when I'm not looking for a relationship or going back to being lonely the next day. Who does that? Probably just me, me and my funny little quirks. Anyway, Amelia deserves to be loved, she deserves to love and be loved.

I've always found Amelia quite stunning. Her eyes are deep, intense. Her facial features are in perfect proportion. Her body, well, it's toned, it's hot, it's just wow. And here I am thinking about how attractive I find the woman that is internally struggling with life right now, on our way to an AA meeting. Pack it in Arizona. Amelia is possibly one of the straightest people you know. I'm probably just deluding myself into having any sort of feelings for a straight woman. But she's just so awe striking, amazing, strong. She's something else. But right now, she's suffering, and that, I can possibly help with. As her friend at least.

As we reach Amelia's car, I remove my hand from her back, climbing into the passenger side of her car. My eyes following her movements as she walks around the front of the car. I really need to get a grip because right now, I can't seem to keep myself in check. My eyes roaming Amelia's body. I need to stop! Taking a deep breath, I remove my gaze from Amelia, fixing it out of the passenger side window. Trying my best to keep my gaze away from the brunette sat next to me. To concentrate on anything other than how I think I'm feeling about her.

Amelia suddenly takes my hand. My eyes dropping from the window to our hands, and back up to her face. A half smile on my face.

"Thank you for this Arizona. You really didn't have to stay with me, or come looking for me, or even be nice to me. I don't deserve it." Amelia says, sadness filling her eyes as she looks down at our currently joined hands.

"Hey, look at me." I say, turning in my seat slightly, using my free hand to life Amelia's chin.

"I know I didn't have to do any of those things, but I have and I will continue to. I care about you Amelia. And you deserve it, don't say you don't, because you do." I tell her. Pulling her towards me gently so I can place a sweet kiss on her forehead.

"Come on, let's get going." I suggest. Causing Amelia to remove her hand from mine. The loss of contact causing me to flinch. There i something about having someone that's grateful for you hold your hand. However innocent, however small the gesture is. It means a lot.

The drive is quiet, silent even. The only noise is coming from the car pootling along the road, heading towards our destination. Honestly, it's perfect. Neither of us needs to say any more right now. As we pull up to the parking lot, I hear Amelia take a labour breath beside me. Turning to her, I take her hand. Giving it a gentle squeeze before climbing out of the car. I walk around and open the door for her. Her hands on the steering wheel. Gripping it so tightly that her knuckles are turning white.

"Hey, it's ok. I'm here with you. Every step of the way, if that's what you need." I tell her. Placing both of my hands over her, her grip slowly loosening. Giving me a soft nod, I step back, allowing Amelia out of her own car. Her hand quickly finding my own again.

Amelia hits the elevator call button and we stand, waiting, hand in hand. We probably look like any regular couple right now. How very different our thoughts must be. I can't even imagine what Amelia is thinking about at the moment. She probably has a million and one things shooting through her mind.

"What are you thinking?" I ask her, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"Nothing much." Amelia deadpans. Avoiding talking about her feelings.

We reach the floor we need, typically a floor near the top of a very tall building. Of course it is, since the plane crash I have struggled with heights, and here I am in a very tall building. Being a supportive friend. I'm doing this, for Amelia. Suddenly we stop outside a set of double doors. Amelia stopping in her tracks, also bringing me to a stop.

"Can you, um, can you wait out here?" Amelia asks, unsure of herself.

"If that's what you want, of course." I reply, giving her hand another gentle squeeze before loosening my grip and letting her take her hand away. I stand and wait for Amelia to go in before sitting myself in one of the empty chairs in the hallway. Sitting alone, I have time to contemplate what is actually happening. Time to think about what I am actually doing with Amelia. Am I just being a good friend, or am I secretly hoping she may be interested in me? I don't know the answer to that question at the moment. I know I like her, but I'm currently going through a divorce, a divorce that I caused by cheating on my wife. Amelia deserves better than a cheater, she's suffered enough.

The wait seems like forever, but in reality, it's only about forty five minutes. I sit, I think. Thinking about everything I messed up with Callie, thinking about the possibility of losing Sofia to New York, Amelia, Leah, Lauren. I think about it all. All of it makes my head begin to pound again. My headache from earlier in the day returning full force. I need coffee. And sleep! I need coffee and sleep. My eyes beginning to get heavy at the sheer exhaustion from thinking so hard. Just as I feel my eyes closing, the door next to me shocks me back into the land of the living. Causing me to jump and my eyes to go wide. Unfortunately for me, Amelia notices this and is smirking at me when she appears in front of me. It's somewhat humiliating. But it's worth it, to see that smirk. To see her even the slightest bit happy, it's worth it.

"Ready when you are, sleeping beauty." Amelia teases. Her smirk turning to a full blown smile. I can't help but smile in return. We head to the elevator, climbing in next to each other. Amelia takes my hand again as she hits the ground floor button. Amelia's hand in mine, that is definitely something I could get used to.

The elevator begins its long journey down to the ground floor, all thirty six floors of the journey that is. That is until it suddenly stops on the twenty eighth floor. The whole elevator power disappearing in an instant. No lights, no emergency call, no movement. We're just stuck here. And me being me, I begin to panic. It's too similar to the plane crash. The dark, the risk of dropping out of the sky to instant death. It's too similar. I grip Amelia's hand, tight. Probably so tight that her hand hurts and my knuckles are white.

"Arizona, relax. I've got you." Amelia says, her voice calm, steady, relaxing. It helps a little.

"Sorry." I whisper. Almost too scared to talk.

"It's ok. Just relax. It's probably just a power outage. I doubt we'll be here long." Amelia says, trying her absolute best to relax me.

"Ok, ok, this is ok." I mutter to myself, trying to talk myself into accepting the situation.

"Talk to me. Tell me anything. Take your mind off of it." Amelia suggests.

"Um, I don't know. Like what?" I ask, unsure of what direction to take the conversation in.

"Talk to me about this morning. When you woke up, what was going on in your head? Why did you run off so quickly? Things like that." Amelia suggests, clearly having an ulterior motive of wanting to actually talk about the situation.

"At first, I panicked, I didn't remember anything so I was worried it was Leah, then I somehow managed to convince myself I'd slept with Penny, then my phone went off and you spoke and I panicked. I thought we'd had sex, and we were drunk and I didn't want to treat you like a one night stand. But then you told me we hadn't had sex and you asked that question and ran off and Meredith and now we're here, stuck in the elevator and I still never answered your questi..." My mammoth ramble brought to a stop by a pair of lips meeting my own, Amelia's lips no less. Surprise and shock flooding over my body before my senses finally catch up and I'm kissing her back.

My arms wrap around Amelia's body, pulling her in close to me. Amelia's hands tangle in my hair, pulling me impossibly close. Her tongue runs across my bottom lip, begging for entrance, my mouth parting ever so slightly as Amelia takes the opportunity. Her warm tongue meeting my own as they dance around each other. The kiss is ferocious, it's needy and it's passionate, whilst also being sensual and calm. Eventually we break apart, my chest heaving, Amelia's matching my own.

"Wha, huh, wha?" I try to speak, my words not forming coherently due to the shock, lack of oxygen and arousal. My arms still wrap around Amelia's body, her hands still looped around my neck, but no longer tangled in my hair. Our bodies close to one, another. Amelia can't help herself, she starts laughing at me. The sound of her laugh, it's just glorious. It's one of the best sounds I have ever heard. Eventually catching my breath, a smile on my face because of the cuteness of a laughing Amelia, I try again.

"Where did that come from?" I force out, breathlessly. My lungs still struggling for air.

"I don't know. It's felt right, and you were rambling on and it's all I could think of to shut you up." Amelia says shyly, shrugging lightly. Surprising both herself and me that she's just kissed me, and she's talking about it. As if I wasn't confused about my Amelia feelings before, I sure as hell am now.

"So, um, what does this mean?" I ask, removing one hand from behind Amelia's back to wave it between us.

"I don't know, I like you. It's taken me all day to figure out what these feelings are, but I like you. I am sure of that." Amelia says, a blush forming on her cheeks, at the admission.

"Amelia, I mess everything up. Unlike you too, but you don't need more stress in your life." I say, doing my best to protect her. It's not what I want to do. Not know I know she has so sort of feelings for me. Now I just want to take her home and look after her. Except my home is a hotel room and I wouldn't do a very good job of looking after her.

"Let me decide for myself Arizona. I'm an adult, don't make choices for me, otherwise, we'll never find out if this could be something great or not." Amelia tells me, making it clear that she isn't going to give up on this, not now she knows I like her.

And I definitely do like her, it's taken me a whole day of working my feelings out too, but now I know, I know I definitely like Amelia shepherd.

Hope you enjoyed the rambles that are my thoughts as I write. Sometimes I jump from point to point because my brain works slower than I type. Not quite the chapter some people were hoping for, but we aren't quite there just yet! Be patient, it'll happen

Please review :-)