Hello lovely internet friends. Guess who just finished exams!? THIS GIRL. It's a good thing too…I was getting close to lighting myself on fire.

I wanted to give a tremendous thank you for the feedback I received on my last chapter. It was so kind and each review motivates me to keep going. I have a really busy life currently, but as long as you guys keep letting me know you want it, I promise not to stop writing!

To give everyone an update on Izzie's return: there will not be a ton of her in this chapter or the next. Everybody tells me they have yet to find a fan fiction that does Izzie correctly. Well I'm here to tell you - it's going to be me that finally gets it right. I'll make sure of it.

I'm going to study the earlier seasons hard core. I don't want to make her out to be a heartless bitch that left Alex. He might feel that way at first, but it won't last. I'm going to do my best to capture all of her qualities, the good and the bad: the stubbornness, the random bursts of childlike optimism, the way she empathizes with everyone, the way she manages to see the good in Alex even when he hates himself. I'll try to give you their real relationship, not a stupid fluffy rendition of it, but the honest truth. They yell, they're rude and cruel at times, but their love is incredible and they would still do anything for each other. So I hope this little monologue put some of you at ease. I'm fairly certain I know what I'm doing and I'll try not to let you down!

Enjoy!

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"Izzie?" Alex gasped.

"Hi Alex…" She repeated, hoping that another round of pleasantries might take some of the edge off the shock her ex-husband was experiencing.

Alex blinked back at her wordlessly, mouth agape. He even went so far as to slap his palm against his forehead, honestly doubting his consciousness. Izzie had left. He hadn't heard from her in months. Gone. Out of his life forever. And yet…here she stood…directly before him.

"I know this has got to be a bit of a surprise." She spoke. The familiar sound of her voice echoed through his room like an old favorite song, the kind you hear after decades of silence and come to realize you still know every single word by heart.

"A bit?" Alex couldn't help but spit out in disgust. "I haven't….I mean you haven't…..what the hell are you doing here?"

Izzie began to walk farther into the room, but was quickly stopped.

"No. Don't come any closer." Alex forbade. "Just tell me what you came here for."

Izzie sighed, but retreated obediently. "I came here for you…to see you."

"What, did you have a sudden change of heart?" He hissed in reply, clearly not touched by her sentiment. "Or did you forget the part where you filed for a divorce and left me?"

"Alex…"

"No, don't 'Alex' me. I don't know why you would come here now; right when I had come to terms with…." He took a deep breath and ran a hand down his face. "I just don't know what you are hoping to accomplish by showing up like this."

"Look, neither do I." She asserted. It was the classic Izzie tone, the kind she used when desperately attempting to get someone to take her seriously. It reminded him of the weeks leading up to her departure and nearly sent a shiver down his spine. "I don't know why I came here. I heard about what happened to you and the next thing I knew I was in the car on my way."

"Why should you care that I got shot?" He bellowed, jerking slightly and hissing at the pain that followed. Izzie's lips formed a straight line as she watched him wince and readjust to a comfortable position.

"Why should I care?" She whispered, shaking her head in disbelief.

Alex stared back emotionlessly.

"It's not like I stopped loving you!" She practically shouted. "I just needed to find myself again. I needed to go someplace where I wasn't going to be defined by the stupid cancer, someplace where people wouldn't doubt me!"

"And you didn't think I would have come with you?!" He raised his voice to match her volume, not wanting to be overshadowed by her sudden burst of courage. "You didn't think I would have followed you anywhere?"

"You were the one doubting me!"

"When I spoke to Richard, I wasn't saying that you weren't as capable as everyone else. I was saying he needed to give you time to catch up…that's all! You just decided to interpret it how you wanted and never gave me a freaking chance to say otherwise."

Izzie retreated slightly, realizing that this was most definitely not the time to hash out unresolved issues. She wanted more than anything to make Alex understand that she never stopped caring.

"I tried not to love you." Alex muttered. "God knows I tried. But you made me, Izzie. You made me love you….and then you left."

The room grew eerily quiet as they both took in the conversation that had taken place so far. So much had been said in such a short period of time. Izzie had romanticized this moment so much in her head once she decided to come. She had hoped their past would be overshadowed by the shock of the reunion. She wasn't naïve; she knew that she had done some wrong. But he had hurt her too, maybe not as badly as she had damaged him, but mistakes were made on both parts. All she wanted was to see him in front of her, alive and in one piece.

"I made the mistake of leaving when you told me to once." Izzie announced. "I'm not going to do it again."

"I didn't just tell you to leave, Iz." Alex scoffed. "You walked out on me first. I only told you not to come back."

"Well I've never been particularly good at following directions, have I?"

He didn't respond, still highly un-amused by her antics. Alex just wanted her gone. He couldn't have someone as unreliable as her re-entering his life, especially now that he had Amber. Their family had dealt with enough crazy to last them a life time and he wasn't looking to sign up for another round.

Izzie sighed at the lack of response she was receiving. "I'm not giving up this time. When I heard that you got shot….you could have died. Don't you get that? It made me realize what I want. I've been trying to find myself, but a large part of that is in you! Okay? So you can send me away a thousand times…but I'm going to keep coming back until you let me in again."

"Then I'd buy a tent if I were you." Alex snorted. "Because I meant it when I said I deserved better than what you did to me. And I'm not just looking out for myself anymore."

Izzie's brow wrinkled in confusion at that last statement. It could mean a number of things. A girlfriend? A kid? A dog? Either way, she didn't push it.

"Please just leave." Alex requested through clenched teeth, although it was phrased more like a demand than anything.

"Fine." Izzie obliged, placing her hand on the door. She glanced back over her shoulder once more as she put one foot into the hallway. "But I meant what I said too….I'll be back."

Alex stared at the set of metal doors in front of him, his heart rate increasing with each passing moment. The familiar ding nearly sent him into a full blown panic attack. He took a step backwards as the elevator parted open. The empty platform greeted him mockingly, as if daring him to take that single step inside.

He lingered with one foot in the air for a few seconds, ignoring the awkward glances he kept receiving from the various nurses passing by him. Why was it so hard to ride up a few floors? What did he think was going to happen?

Tomorrow. He assured himself before turning around and heading for the stairs. I'll take the elevator tomorrow.

It had been three weeks since he was released from the hospital, four and a half weeks since he had been shot by a mad-man, and exactly 23 days since the woman who shattered his heart re-entered his life without warning.

It was amazing how quickly certain things returned to normal…and how other things seemed to remain standing still. Amber had gone back to school, throwing herself into soccer, spending time with Caleb, and increasing the number of gray hairs on his head whenever possible. Everyone else seemed to allow themselves to become engulfed by work, graciously accepting whatever crazy hours they were given without complaint.

It was the little things that lingered, however. Everyone had acquired these small oddities that could easily go unnoticed by people that didn't know them very well. Meredith's cynical attitude had reached new heights. It had taken her an extra three days to get cleared for surgery because she refused to tell her husband about the death of their unborn child. Derek had developed an intense adrenaline addiction, especially while driving. His speeding was so bad that Alex had stopped allowing Amber to ride with him several days ago. Jackson had nightmares almost every night. Sometimes they were quiet, but other times he woke up thrashing and even yelling. Lexie had been acting more timid than she typically would. She was much less competitive at work and usually the last one to voice her opinion in almost any field. Arizona and Callie had been arguing more than usual and spending all of their free time at home, cultivating their temporary custody of Nora. He had yet to speak to her about it, but there was a rumor that Arizona was contemplating an offer to move to Africa. Mark's temper had become somewhat unpredictable. Christina had been cautious about operating, as to be expected. She was scheduled for her first trip back into the O.R. in a few days. Amber had even been a little different, given them a hard time about doing her homework and studying. She also refused to set foot in the surgical wing. More often than not, she refused to venture around the hospital at all. She usually retreated to the resident's longue and stayed there until someone took her home.

As for Alex, he was angrier than usual, no surprise there. Apart from that, there wasn't much else…only a fear of elevators and constant reminders that Izzie could show up again at any moment.

All these things would pass eventually, he knew that much. In the mean time, he tried to ignore the newfound personality traits of those around him. It was a constant reminder of what they had been through. Thinking of that caused him to think of his time in the hospital, and that caused him to think about Izzie…and he didn't feel like venturing into that territory yet. He had chosen to take the high road, to focus on two things and two things only: his pediatric work and obtaining full custody of Amber next week.

He reached the top of the stairs slightly short of breath. After taking the elevator to every floor for five years, this was taking some getting used to. As the pediatrics wing came into his view, he caught sight of Arizona leaning against a patient's window. She was biting her thumbnail absentmindedly as she stared down at the chart in her other hand.

"What do we have?" Alex asked, sucking in a large puff of air to steady his breathing.

Arizona glanced up at him. "15-year-old girl, fell off of the top of a cheerleading pyramid."

Alex held out his palm for the chart. Once it was handed to him, he began to scan through the information. "Split forehead, broken ankle…." He muttered as he read through her symptoms. "Isn't this a plastics and ortho case now?"

"Keep going."

Alex turned the page and read the final line out loud. "Severe abdominal pain….so you think there might be internal damage?"

"Exactly. I want you to do a full work up. We already ruled out internal bleeding, but that's just the start. So run some tests and page me if you come up with anything."

"Will do." Alex agreed.

He peeked up at Arizona's expression for a few moments before deciding to say anything about the recent rumors floating around the hospital. "So…what's this I hear about you moving to Africa?"

"I'm not moving to Africa." She responded curtly. "I was offered a job, but I have Nora to think about…so I haven't accepted it."

"But you haven't turned it down either?"

"Yeah, well…there's no guarantee that I'll get permanent custody. I'm just keeping my options open."

"Oh…" Alex didn't know what else to say. He couldn't just come right out and say that he didn't want her to go, that he needed her to stay and be his teacher. That would be kind of girly.

"I should go. Page me if you come up with anything."

"Alright." He replied. He returned his attention to the chart in his hands as Arizona departed down the hallway. After studying her history for a few more minutes, he went inside.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Karev." He greeted.

"Fiona." She responded back, offering him a polite smile. She was small, reminding him a little bit of Amber. She was cute too, blonde hair with some light freckles spotting along her cheek bones. Teenage girls seemed to be a soft spot for him now ever since he took in Amber. It made him want to be a pediatrician even more.

"I hear you took a pretty nasty fall."

"Yeah." She answered sadly. "Our spotter was out with the flu, but I got on the pyramid anyway. I didn't think there was any chance I'd fall…I've had that trick down for weeks."

"So you're a cheerleader?" Alex attempted to spark some light conversation. She seemed somewhat apprehensive.

She nodded. "At Northwest."

"Oh, my little sister goes there."

Fiona sat up somewhat. "Wait, Karev…as in Amber Karev?"

"Yeah, you know her?"

"Not very well, but yes. We have a few classes together and we used to be in the same study group."

"You aren't anymore?"

"I guess not." She shrugged." She stopped showing up like two weeks ago, said she was too busy with soccer."

Alex nodded, trying not to let his skepticism show on his face. Amber was just as busy with soccer as she usually was, no more no less. It had never stopped her from going to study group before. Not to mention, her Latin grade had been suffering lately.

"Did I just get her in trouble?" Fiona spoke up, noticing that her doctor's thoughts had drifted elsewhere.

Alex laughed lightly and shook his head. "No, she's a busy girl. I'm not surprised."

"Ok good." The young girl exhaled in relief.

"So you started having abdominal pain after the fall?"Alex questioned, wanting to take the focus off of his spacey behavior. He squinted at the scribbling on the last page of the chart.

"No…it was right before I fell."

"Wait…what?" Alex closed the chart and looked up at the young girl. This changed a lot of things. It ruled out any problems with the kidneys and liver due to the fall, internal bleeding, and a number of other possibilities. On the other hand, it could also mean something much more serious: stomach cancer, kidney stones….he didn't know what angle to take. At least when he thought it was from the fall, he had somewhere to begin.

"That's why I fell." She verified. "It was hurting a little bit before practice, but I just ignored it. I thought maybe lunch wasn't sitting well with me or something. But at practice I was standing on one leg at the top doing my pose and all of the sudden I got this sharp pain. It doubled me over and I just…fell."

Alex set the chart on the edge of the bed and took a good look at Fiona. She seemed very healthy, clearly athletic with no signs of physical distress. It didn't seem like anything serious would be the cause, but you can never be too careful.

"Alright…well I'm going to have to run some tests. I don't want to miss anything. I'm going to send an intern down to collect the rest of your history while I run your blood work and urine sample. I'll come back to check on you really soon, okay?"

Fiona sunk back slightly, a little unnerved, but nodded in compliance. Alex gave her a reassuring smile before departing.

He left the pediatric wing hastily, wondering if he could catch Amber before Lexie took her home. She had a study session with Caleb and Alex had agreed to let him come over as long as there would be someone in the house with them. Thankfully, while things had been awkward between himself and Lexie since the break up, she and Amber's friendship seemed to be thriving.

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In the resident's lounge Amber tapped her pencil impatiently against her Latin book. She hated conjugations, and lately, they just hadn't been sticking with her. She stared at the passage in front of her, only making out little pieces of it. Her school work had been taking a small blow since the shooting. Not to mention, it had been incredibly hard to focus with her custody hearing coming up. Her motivation was lacking in this class, mostly because it didn't interest her all that much. Biology and anatomy were cool, Latin was just boring.

To make matters worse, now everyone was on her case about her grades dropping. She had always been a straight A student, so when she brought home two C's in the same week, Alex was less than thrilled. Now she had just received another one and was dreading the confrontation that was sure to come when her brother found out.

Amber huffed and closed her book, deciding to take a break from the incessant ramblings of a dead language. Her translations weren't due for another few days.

"Everything ok?" April asked from the back of the room. She and Meredith were eating a late lunch at one of the tables near the window.

Amber turned to face them. She didn't dislike April quite as much since she had moved in with them. Meredith seemed to have taken pity on her after the shooting and agreed to let her join their house of surgeons. As if it wasn't crowded enough already.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I've just been having a little bit of trouble with my school work. If I don't get an A on these next few tests, I'm never going to hear the end of it from Alex and Derek."

Surprisingly, it was Derek who had been giving Amber the hardest time about her grades. Jackson was more of an "effort" type of person. He had barely said a word about the few poor marks she had brought home. Then again, he had also taken care of her for the better part of three weeks and understood her struggle the most. He knew this was a difficult time for her and that her grades would improve again.

Alex and Derek, however, believed that it was better to act as if things were completely normal. Normally, Amber wouldn't get away with bringing home low grades, so why should things be any different after the shooting? Obviously, Amber was fonder of Jackson's tactics.

"Don't let them get to you." Meredith encouraged her. "Let me guess, Derek gave you some speech about not wasting your potential?"

"Ding ding ding." Amber replied cheekily. "You should have seen the two of them tag-teaming me."

"If you ask me, grades don't mean anything anyways." Meredith commented. "Testing never accurately represents what a person actually knows."

"I couldn't agree more." Amber smiled, appreciating Meredith's cynical attitude. It was nice to have someone on her side, even if it was just for a little while. She knew that she needed to buckle down and start studying hard again, but currently, venting was nice.

"Why don't you get Caleb to help you again?" April suggested. "You said he is the reason you started acing calculus."

"He's coming over today." Amber said with a grin. She couldn't help how giddy she got at the mention of his name, even if he was coming over to do Latin. "I'm leaving with Lexie any minute now."

"Well if he's as good as you keep saying, I'm sure you'll be getting A's again in no time."

"I better." Amber rejoined sourly.

The encouraging girl talk was cut short as Alex pushed his way into the longue.

"Hey kiddo." He greeted, wasting no time in yanking out a chair and seating himself across from her. Amber felt uneasy as he stared at her expectantly.

"Yes?" Amber inquired.

"You know the girl Fiona from your study group?" Alex began, clasping his hands together.

"Yes…." She replied dubiously. She herself knew Fiona. What she didn't know was how Alex knew her.

"She's one of my patients today."

"Is she alright?"

"We'll find out. I'm running some tests." Alex said.

"Oh…" Amber allowed her voice to trail off. She was sure this was leading somewhere and was anxious for Alex to get to the point.

"What's this I hear about you not going to study group anymore?"

Amber sighed. Of course he would find out about that. Why on earth had she thought she could ever keep a secret from anyone that she lived with? These people were everywhere. "I didn't feel like I needed to go anymore. Things have just been hectic lately."

"You don't need to go anymore?" He asked accusingly. "What about those C's you've been bringing home?"

"It was just two."

"Did you get your test from last week back today like you were supposed to?"

Amber's heart sunk. Her and her big mouth. "About that…"

"Just give it to me."

Amber grunted before leaning down and jamming her arm into her book bag. She reemerged with a yellow folder and plucked a thin packet of paper out from the front pocket. Begrudgingly, she shoved into her brother's hands. His eyes scanned over the first page.

"Another C?" Alex demanded, clearly miffed. He was nearing the end of his rope. This was so unlike his sister and he had no idea how to help her anymore.

"Actually… C+." Amber mumbled, shifting her weight nervously in her seat.

"I don't care about the plus or minus." Alex thundered. "It's still going to say C on your report card if you keep it up."

Amber frowned and stared at the rough carpet of the resident's longue. She had to resist the urge to argue in return. She had been trying to be an angel for Alex lately, but it had been difficult with him and Derek on her case about her grades constantly. She had perfect scores in every single class apart from Latin. What was the big deal?

"Amber…you know I only care if you're trying your hardest." Alex began. Amber had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. "But clearly this isn't your best. You're a straight A student. You've been consistently bringing home C's in Latin now. What gives?"

"I've just had a lot on my mind…I'm sorry. I'll do better, okay?"

Part of Alex wanted to remain soft, but this was getting ridiculous. He and Derek had both spoken to her multiple times in the past week about her study and homework habits. She just hadn't been focused, and that needed to change. She needed to learn that life didn't stop because something bad happened.

"Caleb's coming over today to help you?" He asked.

"Yes."

"I better see an improvement, or you'll be getting a real tutor. Not your boyfriend."

Amber's eyes narrowed as she grew frustrated. "Alex, this is an AP level class. Most people bring home C's all the time."

"Yeah? You're not most people. You can do better and I expect more from you."

"It's one class!" She came back defensively. "Logically, it won't affect my GPA that much and I still have time to bring it up."

"Well I suggest you do that." Alex spoke sternly, raising an eye brow. "Before, logically I have to ground you and logically make you get a tutor."

Amber huffed in defeat but didn't saying anything back.

"Am I going to need to do that?" He pressed.

"No…I'll bring it up."

"Good." He smiled right as his pager went off. He peeked down at it. "I've got to go grab these test results. Good luck studying with Caleb."

"Thanks." Amber called after him as he vanished through the door. She allowed her head to fall into the crook of her arm, which was resting limply on the table.

She stayed in that position, mumbling to herself, until she heard the door open and Lexie waltzed in. "Ready to go?" She asked cheerfully.

"Good god, yes." Amber practically jumped out of her chair. She snatched her book bag and darted out the door with Lexie in tow.

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Alex shuffled his feet uncomfortably as Fiona stared back at him, her gaze unmoving.

"You're really scaring me. Can't you just tell me?" She begged.

"I thought you might want to wait for your parents…" He returned awkwardly. This was the kind of situation he had no earthly idea how to deal with.

"Not particularly. I'd rather you just tell me. What else are we going to do? Stare at each other until they get off of work?"

Alex grunted before grabbing a chair and pulling it to her bedside. He plopped down, hating that she was right. "Fiona…." He started, stopping abruptly in anticipation of how she was going to handle the news.

"What?" She demanded. "Oh god, am I dying?"

"No no no!" He dismissed her fears. He wasn't trying to freak the kid out, it was just that he didn't know the best way to give this information to anybody, let alone a child. "It's nothing like that."

"Then what is it?" She pressed. "I can handle it."

"Fiona…" He tried again, placing his hands together. "The stomach pain that made you fall…you were having a miscarriage.

The young girl stared back at him, a look of bewilderment shadowing over all of her youthful features.

"I take it you didn't know that you were pregnant?" He asked gently. It was a delicate situation and he really wasn't trying to upset her.

"No." She whispered, shaking her head in utter disbelief. "We were careful…"

Alex leaned forward slightly. It wasn't his place to judge, but staring at her, she wasn't a patient. She was a 15-year-old girl. She was the same age as Amber. Girls her age still consult Cosmo magazines for all of their major problems, they dot their I's with little hearts, they communicate through text messages, they use 'oh my god' as a part of their daily vocabulary. Nothing about a 15-year-old girl suggests that they are old enough to be having sex.

"Do we have to tell my parents?" She pleaded with him, her voice squeaking.

Alex hesitated slightly. "Technically you're a minor and your parents have all rights to your medical information." He informed her. Her eyes grew wide, silently begging him to make an exception.

"Plus…" He continued. "They should know about this Fiona."

"I'm fine now." She sputtered, clearly growing increasingly frantic. "No harm no foul."

"But you're just a kid." He reasoned with her softly. He kept the same tone of voice he often used during a heart-to-heart with Amber. It was non-threatening, nurturing even. "They need to know so they can talk to you about this. The fact of the matter is you're too young to be having sex."

"But 15-years-old really isn't that young." She countered. "Most people at my age in a relationship have at least considered it."

Alex had to resist clutching his chest in physical pain as the thought of Amber and Caleb having sex passed through his mind.

Fiona must have noticed because she quickly tacked on, "not everyone…but a lot of people."

"Well, I at least want you to promise me that you're going to be even more careful from now on." He bargained.

"Trust me…I don't plan on having sex again anytime soon after this."

"I'm really happy to hear that, kid, but my hands are sort of tied on the whole 'parent' thing. The school contacted them and when they come to sign you out, they're going to want to know what happened."

"I understand." She nodded dismally. "Can I be the one to tell them at least?"

"Of course."

"I just didn't think I would ever get pregnant..." She allowed her voice to trail off. "I mean it's happened to other people we go to school with, but I didn't think it would happen to me."

"It can happen to anyone."

"Is it bad that I'm almost relieved that it's over?" She questioned, tears forming along the edges of her eyes.

Alex sighed and leaned forward again. "I think it's normal." He reassured her quietly. "You would never wish for anything bad to happen to your baby...but I understand that you aren't ready to be a mother. You have a lot of life left to live first."

"Thank you." She whispered. A sole tear slid down her cheek and she brushed it away quickly. "What happens now?"

"Well..." He paused and glanced at her face first, making sure she was alright. "I'm going to get an OBGYN consult for you and they're going to schedule a procedure to remove the fetus."

"A surgery?"

"It's very minor." He soothed her, imaging that this was all very overwhelming. "But yes...and then you get to carry on with your life."

"Everything seems too different now." Fiona mumbled.

"That will go away." He informed her quickly. "Slowly at first...but it will. I can promise you that."

She nodded but said nothing else. Alex took that as his cue to leave her be. She most likely needed some time alone with her thoughts. This was a lot of information to process.

"I'll go ahead and set up your consult. Will you be okay here until your parents get off work?"

"Yeah...I'll be fine."

Alex stood up to leave and paused for a moment by the door. "Ok, I'll have a nurse send them in here when they arrive. And Fiona?"

"Hm?"

"Take care of yourself."

"Thank you Dr. Karev." She smiled, sounding overwhelmingly sincere. "Tell your sister I said hey."

"I can do that." He agreed before walking out the door.

Alex met up with Arizona a few minutes later to fill her in on their patient's status. They both were pleased that it hadn't been something more serious. It seemed like more often than not at this hospital, it was never a diagnosis this simple.

After completing the remainder of his paperwork, he managed to catch Derek and Jackson before they left. The three of them rode home together in a comfortable silence. Maybe it wasn't happening as quickly as everyone would like, but their lives were slowly coming back together. In the mean time though, they at least had plenty of people to lean on.

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Amber locked her hands around the back of Caleb's neck, pulling his body closer to hers. His fingers tangled messily through her hair as it fanned out along the arm of the couch. He kept one of his knees digging into the cushion to avoid putting all his weight on her small frame as they made out. His kiss was enticing, leaving Amber wanting more every time he changed directions.

The studying itself hadn't taken more than an hour and a half. Amber was fairly certain she had gotten a grip on her issues with that stupid dead language. Her brain couldn't take anymore translations and her homework was completed all the way through the next week. The good news was this left them with plenty of time to fool around.

"You sure Lexie won't come downstairs?" Caleb asked breathlessly, his lips moving a short distance from her mouth. It was such a tease.

"We'll hear her if she does." Amber whispered, running her finger tips down the back of his neck affectionately. Caleb nodded and then put his hands on either side of her shoulders, pinning her beneath him and beginning to kiss her once more. Their bodies moved against each other in a seamless rhythm.

This was one perk to living in a house full of doctors who worked a wide array of crazy hours. When one of them was home, allegedly "looking after her," they generally spent that time sleeping. Technically, Amber was doing exactly as she was told. Alex had a strict rule about absolutely no boys in her bedroom under any circumstances. The couch however….well that was fair game.

It actually made things a little easier for her to be in such a public location. She didn't have to worry about things going too far. After all, what kind of boy would try anything on the living room couch? Without the worry of getting carried away clouding her thoughts, she was free to enjoy an intense make-out session with her extremely attractive boyfriend.

"God you're hot." Caleb muttered in her ear before kissing his was down her jaw line, stopping momentarily to focus on her neck.

Amber blushed and gripped the back of his gray t-shirt in her fist, savoring the feeling that sent goosebumps forming on every inch of her skin. For a moment, she wondered if Caleb had ever…done it before. He was very attractive, not to mention popular, and she wasn't blind. She knew that he was something of a male run-around-sue before she entered the picture. It would make sense if he had. She was sure he had received plenty of offers in the past.

Amber tilted her head slightly and Caleb moved his face back towards hers. Their lips met once again and the cycle started all over. His fingers ran through her hair and her hands traveled along his back as they kissed without pause. That was when she heard it…the unmistakable sound of someone clearing their throat.

Caleb pulled away from her and she turned her head to get a look, expecting to be greeted by Lexie. That would have been the best-case scenario. Lexie or Meredith she probably could have explained this to. However, her failure to hear Alex, Jackson, and Derek return from work…that she wasn't quite sure if she could explain.

You know what you guys get to look forward to in the next chapter? Because I've been hitting you with so much drama, I thought I would be nice and throw in a lovely filler chapter where everyone tries to give an awkward sex talk. Oh…just you wait. Should be a scream.

QUICK QUESTION: Sofia or no Sofia? I planned ahead so that I could make it work if you guys still want Callie to get pregnant. I have an idea that involves Arizona still leaving for Africa. Everything will work out in the end, but you'll have to deal with a little temporary twist. SO WHAT WILL IT BE GREY'S FANS?