My friends and family are tired of me screaming about Teddy Altman, so I'm screaming into this fic. lol After a few drinks today I've realized that Teddy Altman is just a complex character and I am glad they've given her some complexity because she deserves mor it sucks that this season was cut short but also they better not ruin her further in the next season.

Anyways, this is a short one. Also I wrote two chapters in one day because my friend was like please stop talking about Teddy, so I wrote this chapter instead.

He spent most of his day avoiding her. She's in the bedroom. He's in the living room. She's in Allison's nursery. He's in Leo's room. She gives him space, he avoids.

He hears her phone vibrate. She's somewhere in the house with Allison and he stares at the buzzing phone on the kitchen counter. It piques his interest. It was just random messages from her friends, most of them from far away—Germany or New York—asking how the wedding went. A complete invasion of her privacy but he wants to see if Tom still contacted her, if they exchanged love notes or text secret hook ups. But there was nothing. The last message from Tom was a long winding message about how even after her saying goodbye he would still wait in case she changes her mind. Teddy has read it but she didn't respond. There are no other alarming texts from Tom. The messages before that was from months ago, or about work. He checks her call logs. Nothing out of the ordinary. There were a bunch of pages from Tom, but how many of those are booty pages? How many are actually about work?

He puts her phone back down and moves on. He feels a rage that he wants to unleash, mainly on Tom. He is mad at Teddy, but Teddy is Teddy. He could never be mad for too long. He owed her a lot. There's a lot of emotional debt there. And he feels horrible when she said she feels lonely because she did give up friends and people and a life for him. He's so wrapped up on other things that he doesn't realize that Teddy only has him and Tom. She had no one else to talk to or confide in. This was it. Her whole world revolved in the hospital, their kids, him. She never took time for herself. She has always been selfless. But that wasn't good enough reason to do something like this.

The voicemail plays in his head over and over and over and over. Enough to blind him with rage. But he takes deep breaths. He pulls back. Inhale. Exhale. Rage isn't the solution. Rage is not going to help the situation.

He checks in on Allison and Teddy is standing there holding her close.

"Did you think about her?" He asks and keeps his eyes on their daughter. Teddy looks up at him with her sad eyes.

"What?"

"When you were with Tom? Did you think about how it would affect our family? Your daughter's life, her future?"

"No" she answers quietly "does that make me a terrible mother?"

"No. I just was trying to understand your thought process."

"That was my problem. I wasn't thinking. I just did it."

He watched her put Allison down. "She's finally napping." She says as she pulls him out of the nursery. "Owen. I wasn't thinking. I just acted impulsively and I made a mistake and I kept making it and making it and I didn't think."

"Don't you think that's weird? Because the Teddy I know overthinks everything."

"Me overthinking started this whole thing. And then I just stopped thinking and just followed my impulses"

"So you followed your heart and it led you to Koracick?"

He looks at her as she bites her lip and sighs "No. It didn't lead me to Koracick. It led me to a feeling I was craving. The adrenaline. The recklessness. The curiosity."

"You wanted me to break the pattern, but did you ever realize that you also have a pattern?"

"What? That's absurd."

"Andrew Perkins. You—you were willing to drop everything and move to Germany with him and you would impulsively do that. Was that it? Was it the same thing? The recklessness? The adrenaline? And that man loved you. And you were willing to move fast for him then at the last minute you bail and you pick Henry. Henry, who also loved you, who you just claimed to be your friend and then next thing you know you're in love with him and you leave Andrew Perkins hanging and moving to Germany by himself and you choose Henry."

"Owen—"

"Was that it? Am I Andrew Perkins in this situation?"

"No! That was different."

He somewhat likes that she's starting to raise her voice. Because it's starting to feel like her light is back. That the fire is burning again. That she's willing to fight him. To fight FOR him.

"How was that different? You don't think that this is also just a pattern for you?"

"I don't like being psychoanalyzed by you! You go to therapy once and suddenly you think you can analyze me?" She's screaming not and he feels comfort.

"I'm just saying! You have a pattern too!"

"I loved Henry. With my whole—"

"And you loved Andrew otherwise you wouldn't have agreed to uproot your life—"

"—I wasn't uprooting my life! I was never rooted in Seattle then—"

"You were married to Henry! You had a life. You had roots. You had a job. You had me."

"Did I? Did I have you?" She yells back.

"You did. You rush to things and sabotage—"

"I did not sabotage Andrew—"

"You bailed on him. And you left him and moved straight to Henry. So if you wanna talk about patterns—"

"Fine—believe whatever you wanna believe" she gets quiet. "But you're not Andrew. With Henry, I truly loved him and I was just afraid because that feeling scared me so yeah I chose Andrew at first because that was the no baggage easy choice. He wanted me and he loved me and he wanted to settle down, but there was no passion. Henry? Henry was all passion and that scared me. But you, Owen? You're...everything. And i was stupid and self destructive and I want to take it all back. And I can't lose you again, Owen."

"You're not going to lose me. I just want to talk this through."

"I'm really sorry for what I did, Owen. I know it's not that simple, but I just don't know what else to say"

"Do you know what if feels like? To share someone's love?"

She looks away and he just wants her to keep looking him in the eye.

"I'm pretty sure it's pretty on par with feeling like being someone's sloppy seconds"

"Oh so this is revenge—"

"No! I'm saying shit happens!"

He knows their faults, the two of them. They're both flawed people. They both have issues. They both can't make real relationships work. But they thought being together would fix it. Because maybe they're meant for each other. But they both have issues the need to work on. She had given up so much for him and she made one mistake. One Big one. He's hurt her a number of times. He knows that. And he loves her. He's in love with her, he's sure of that.

But does she? Does she really?

"Are you in love with Tom?"

"You already asked me that"

"I want to hear it again."

"I can't say it again because it makes me sick. Because now I'm thinking about you and Leo and Allison and it makes me sick to think about that."

"You should have thought about that then."

"I know. I know what I should have done"

"Teddy—" he says as he walks towards her and reaches for her and pulls her into a hug. "I love you. And you did a terrible thing. And it hurts. But you need help. We're not going to walk away from each other because we're not doing that again. I know what I want. I'm sure of what I want— and that's you and our family. But I want you to be sure of what you want. You need help."

"I feel so broken, Owen"

"You'll get help. It's not irreparable"

"You're not going to leave?"

"No. Are you?"

"No."

"Okay."

"Okay."

Also tbt to Andrew Perkins.