They weren't supposed to know she was a she. In fact, Robbins to this day still apologizes endlessly for giving it all away, for informing them that she was healthy, and that she had ten fingers and toes, a strong heartbeat, a brain.

"She is an enigma. A puzzle that is his and his alone to figure out, filled with so many tiny, intricate pieces scattered all over the place." A oneshot that takes place after the events of 11x20.

"She doesn't want to admit it, hates to admit it, but Amelia's stomach is doing somersaults, knots tightening at the image of her brother and sister-in-law sitting across from them...scowling probably. She think's she'd rather do another ten of Herman's surgeries in a row than face tonight."

"She is peaceful in these small hours of the morning, in a way that she never really is while awake. Right now he's staring directly in to the eye of the storm, the pocket of calm surrounded by turbulence, terror and torrential rain, and it almost takes him aback at how entirely different she looks when her brain isn't ticking away like mad."

"She's so goddamn tired of hiding, of pretending, that she looses control of any sense of composure she once had." A tiny oneshot I wrote that I might make a longer version of. Implied Outlaw Queen with a little angst.