When Derek woke, the house was uncharacteristically empty. There was always someone around, Meredith and the kids, Amelia and now Cristina, who despite not officially sleeping there had spent the last couple of nights on their sofa and when he hadn't come home for the night in his bed. He firmly believed the dinner had been a complete success, especially after Meredith had unexpectedly decided they had to invite Owen. Back then he had not thought about it and had certainly not questioned his wife's complete one-eighty. All in all everyone seemed to fit in rather well. Meredith and Cristina were at the hospital – or so the note on the counter said. He walked out on their porch and took a long, deep breath taking in the quiet and calm around him, he loved his family, but nothing beat this feeling. Just like when he went fishing. Fishing. He could go fishing, he hadn't gone fishing in so long and today was the perfect day, no kids to pick up, no work and no responsibilities. Derek was in such a good mood he peeked at the trailer to see if Owen was there. The last time he had taken someone fishing with him, it had been Cristina, that was a fond memory, and now he just wanted to take someone with him and share the experience. Of course there was the bonus that once he trapped him on a boat in the middle of the lake, he could try and get him to spill the beans on him and Cristina.

He tried his phone, which went to voicemail, but straining his neck from the bench he was sitting on he saw the blue pickup right next to the trailer. Trying his phone again and still not getting any answer he just stood and started walking there, but just when he was close enough he heard a female voice coming from inside. Immediately thinking it was Cristina he started to walk back, with a goofy smile on his face, apparently his dinner had worked miracles, he should call Meredith and – Meredith was with Cristina. At the hospital. The note was very clear and… so then, who was it inside with Owen? Shrugging, he started walking back and making a mental list of all the gear he needed to grab, but then his curiosity got the best of him. Walking swiftly back to the trailer he heard the voice again, they weren't talking loud enough for him to hear what they were saying, but he recognized the voice. It sounded so familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. Then she laughed. He knew that laugh, boy he knew that laugh. Derek had heard that voice for as long as she could talk and breath and smile and yell. His brain finally connected all the dots he realised in the trailer were Owen and his sister. Instead of maturely restraining himself, after all whatever it was they were doing inside the tin can they were adults, he went straight to the door, knocking more forcefully than necessary on that quiet, perfect morning and he just stood there, not sure what to expect. "Owen? Hey are you in there?"

Derek heard fumbling and people moving around the trailer distractedly and noisily, until someone opened the door and before looking up he was convinced it would be Owen, while Amy would be inside pretending not to be there. His eyebrows disappeared in his hairline when in front of him appeared his sister, clearly wearing Owen's boxers and t-shirt, and a knit blanket wrapped around her. Trying his best to look surprised to see her and not at all furious at how she was just going around wearing Owen's clothes. He wasn't stupid, he knew she was a grown woman other than his little sister, but for some reason at that moment she was that same five year old kid he was holding onto, trying to protect from the whole world. "Amy, Owen lives here."

"Yeah, I know."

He pressed a hand on his forehead, he couldn't really bring himself to look up at her. "So, what? Are you sleeping together? What are you doing here?"

Amelia smiled, for once she felt like the grown up of the situation. "No, we are dating. We are…" together, were they? Wondering what was taking Owen so long – she knew what was taking him so long and it was all her fault – she just silently urged him to come out of the trailer like, right now. She had no idea if they were a couple or together or friends with benefits, she felt like she was slowly losing the ability to function without him, but since they had never taken the time to sit down to talk about it and label it, she didn't want to lie to Derek. "We are seeing each other."

"Oh, okay." He paused. "How many dates?"

Amelia hesitated, his tone was calm and nice, but she knew that underlining hint of judging and condescending. She had no idea how to answer to this. She knew perfectly well what Derek was asking and why, but she still didn't know how to answer without giving him the wrong impression. "Look, Derek we…"

He nodded and Amelia could hear a scoff, typical Derek. Her history did not warrant for understanding, but he also didn't know a lot of what happened to her, in a way he still saw her as the sixteen year old who crashed their mom's car and overdosed. That was her, had been her and there was no denying it, but she became a neurosurgeon. She had relapsed and it was horrible and she hit rock bottom and then she hit it again and again. When the pain had started to be too much she'd decided to keep it from her family, from everyone who wasn't there with her. "Amy why do you keep doing this?"

"Derek it's not what you think." She insisted feebly.

"Then what is it?" he sighed, his eyes fell down on the ground and he sat on one of the chair right next to them. "Because Owen Hunt doesn't strike me as your type."

Amelia frowned, that was bold, coming from someone who had for years made a point not to be involved in her life. "You mean he's not young and looking like a model and partying until the sun comes up every night, because that makes him the coolest person in the world, that what you mean?" she looked at him, the fact that she had said it out loud made it sound so ridiculous and it also made it sound exactly like what he meant.

"No, Amy, that's not-"

"I know it is, I understand why you would think that, five years ago that was me. A lot happened and I had a lot of growing up to do really fast and I'm just not that person anymore, Derek." She paused to breathe, talking about that time in her life brought all those feelings back up again and now she could not afford to break down crying. "That's not me anymore."

Derek nodded. "I just want to make sure you know what you are doing."

Amelia rolled her eyes. "Sure you do. You never had this need when I started seeing James you, and everyone else, were just glad I wasn't alone and checked me off your list-"

"Oh, come one it wasn't like that. I was in a plane crash, Amy. Your boyfriend wasn't my priority."

Amelia nodded, she knew, she remembered Addison telling her Mark died, she remembered threading on thin ice all the time, overwhelmed by pain and cravings, everywhere, everytime, she couldn't call her mom or her sister and then not even Derek. James did in fact save her back then, he stayed with her and gave her the stability, emotional stability, she so badly needed at that moment. "That's not what I meant. James was – is a good guy, he's a doctor, he grew up in a small town, with normal parents and had overall a normal, average, happy life. And he chose me, he stood by me even when he found out about my… history. When he proposed it all became so, so clear to me. I leaned on him, got better, got back to being myself as much as I could, but I didn't want to spend the rest of my life with him." She chuckled. "I realised he reminded me of you, which is the creepiest thing I ever said out loud. I don't need another you in my life."

"Do you know, though, what you need?" he probed. Amelia shrugged her shoulders, what kind of question was that. "Because Owen is older than you and he knows what he wants."

She sat up straight, Derek's tone was calm, but she felt under attack. "Well you are older than Meredith."

"That's not the point and you're younger than Meredith." He insisted. "He wants to settle down, start a family-"

"Derek, I think Owen is more than capable of telling me what he wants, not that it's any of your business."

Derek shook his head slowly. "What I'm asking is, are you ready for that? Because you just ran from an engagement and you threw yourself into this other relationship or whatever it is and I'm telling you that you need to be sure about what you're doing."

Amelia was overly irritated at the way her brother was butting in into her life. "I just told you! God are you even listening to me." She sat back, pulling her knees up to her chest. "James wasn't right for me. He helped me and was there for me, but we never had a future."

"And Owen is? Right for you, I mean."

Amelia threw her hands up, he could be impossible sometimes. It's not like he was her parent. Or maybe he kind of was. "How should I know? And what's with the inquisition? You should be, I don't know, happy for me."

Derek hung his head. He had relatively good intentions. He was mad and the mad would probably come out when Owen would finally decide to show up. He loved his sister so much, but she was so much different from him in some ways and most of the time he could not understand what was going on in her head. "Owen wants children, are you even ready for that? I'm saying this because I love you, you are doing so well and having a family, a baby is not easy-"

"Derek stop it." Taking in a sharp breath, the memories started flooding back like a freaking rainstorm.

"No, I mean it takes a toll, you find out there this whole new side of life, babies are cute and adorable and everyone likes babies, but it's really hard, they bring worry and pain and-"

"Stop it."

Derek stopped seeing the tear tracks down Amelia's face. He hadn't noticed and he was at loss. Fortunately, before he could say anything else and possibly make matters worse, Owen finally emerged from the trailer. He was torn momentarily between Derek looking like he had just kicked a puppy and Amelia crying in the chair. In a second the universe stopped. He was caught between a rock and a hard place, quite literally too. He wanted to make a good impression, sure he and Derek had known each other for years, but Owen wasn't stupid, he knew that dating his sister was a completely different thing than dating his wife's best friend and required a lot of convincing and good faith. At the same time Amelia was sobbing and he had no idea why and it threw him off a little, their relationship was so relatively new and based mostly on not talking about their demons and, most of the time, not talking at all thanks to their instant and unspoken connection. Thinking quickly he put his hand on Amelia's shoulder and squeezed, letting her know he was there. "Is everything okay here?"

Derek had a guilty look on his face, but he also looked confused, when they made eye contact, he just shook his head. He then turned his attention to Amelia, who he knew would not just tell him what happened, especially with Derek sitting right there. So he bent down, his face next to hers, caressing gently her hair and hoping she would calm down, instead she burrowed her face in his neck and kept crying. "What happened?" he whispered to her, but she just held him closer.

"Amy whatever I said I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel like this-"

Owen cut in, he had not heard all of their conversation, but from the few months they spent working together at the hospital before he left, he knew he had a way of stepping all over his sister and it hurt her so deeply whenever he did it, he didn't think Derek realised just how much it hurt her. "Derek, really?"

This comment, though, got to Derek's nerves. "All due respect, you might be sleeping with her, but this is my sister."

"Well, she wasn't crying when she came out." He retorted, but then he stopped. He didn't want to pick a fight, for no reason. He put both his arms around her and held on, rubbing circles on her back, waiting for her breathing to return to normal and the sobs to quiet down. It took a few minutes, but eventually she calmed and as soon as she was ready to pull herself together she pushed Owen away. Nicely and in an almost unnoticeable manner, but he did notice. She stood then without looking either of them in the eyes and offered some feeble excuse about having to head to the hospital and so she had to go inside and change. As she went back inside Owen took her empty seat. He just looked up at Derek.

"I don't know what I said." He admitted shrugging, but worried. Owen understood the feeling, the feeling of not having the faintest idea what was going on in Amelia's head had become something he was getting more than acquainted with lately, and he also understood that some other times she just could not share and, while it was hard, he accepted that. "I didn't mean to upset her."

Owen smiled. "I know. Just so you know, this," he gestured himself and the trailer, where Amelia was changing. "is serious. I know about her past, not all of it and maybe I never will know all of it. She knows some things about me. I'm not trying to pressure her into anything she isn't ready for, hell I don't even know if I'm ready for it."

"I pushed." Derek sighed. "I shouldn't have but… I just asked her if she was ready to settle down, start a family, have children…"

Owen just frowned. "Why would you bring that up? You know it can't be easy for her and-" he stopped abruptly the look on Derek's face told him he had absolutely no idea what he was referring to, which could only mean Amelia had not told him. She hadn't told him much about the baby she had lost, but from the look on Derek's face he was almost completely sure she had told him absolutely nothing about it. He was stuck. Didn't know how to continue. He didn't want to draw attention to his almost slip, Amelia was in no shape to explain that one right now.

"You know something I don't." Derek narrowed his eyes. Before Owen could continue or even think about something to say Amelia emerged from the trailer all put together and ready to go to work. She grabbed the keys of the pickup from the counter without saying anything – she was leaving Owen literally stranded in the woods – and looked at the two men sitting at the table.

"I don't think I'll make it back for dinner." she said looking at Derek and running innocently her hand along Owen's shoulder and arm, she walked to the car and drove away without another word, while they just sat there looking at the pickup shrink more and more.

"Well I originally came to ask if you wanted to come fishing with me." Owen looked at him like he had suddenly grown another head. Even if that had been the real reason for his visit, why would he really still want to go after all that had just happened.

The offer would feel like a trap except the tone in his voice told Owen it was genuine and after Amelia broke down he had no intention to make it any worse. "I've never gone fishing."

"There's a first for everything. You'll like it, trust me. It's incredibly relaxing."

And here it is. Just FYI I have finished writing this monster and it feels weird, the last chapter turned out to be about five thousand words, I considered splitting it, but I liked the idea of this being ten chapters long. I feel like I should apologise to all the people expecting a dinner aftermath chapter, but it was just not part of the plan. Also I shouldn't be saying this myself, but I consider this one the worst chapter of the story. I don't know why, but everytime that I read it I like it less and less. Hope you like it more than I do and just as a bribe know that the next one contains an unhealthy dose of Amelia, Owen and baby Bailey. Thanks again to all the lovely reviewers and the nice words that always make me smile and feel like a baby goat and also everyone else reading who is too shy or too proud to review, but likes this secretly and silently. Bye peeps, till next time.