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Chapter 5

Amelia had been back at work for three days and she had not yet talked to Owen or Arizona – at least, about what she wanted to talk to Arizona about. They'd had lunch together with Karev, Jo, and Pierce the previous day, which didn't allow any privacy.

Today didn't seem like the day either. Amy skipped lunch to stare at the scans that she'd been looking at all day. She had to repair a nerve pathway in a child; she had no feeling in her left arm after she'd been hit in the head with a softball. The problem was that the child's swelling hadn't gone down, and little brains were just so… Fragile.

She didn't want to risk cutting in too far and stunting the girl's development. But she also couldn't wait much longer for her swelling to go down; if she didn't repair the nerve soon, the girl would never have use of that arm again.

Amelia sighed. She needed to get this done in the next two days, or risk failing her patient entirely.

"Knock knock."

Amelia turned to the owner of the most beautiful voice she'd ever heard. "Hey you," she said, smiling. Arizona walked towards her, holding a to-go box and a steaming cup of coffee.

"I didn't see you in the cafeteria, so I thought I'd bring you some lunch." Arizona said, matching Amy's grin.

"Oh, Arizona, you didn't have to."

Continuing to smile, Arizona shook her head, "I wanted to."

Amelia accepted her lunch with a grateful smile. "Thank you," she said, watching as Arizona looked over the scans on the board. Her head was cocked, her beautiful blonde locks falling on one side of her face. Amy watched as her bright eyes ran over every picture of every angle that Amy could possibly look at this brain. A pink lip was caught between her teeth; Amy wanted nothing more than to kiss that lip until she couldn't breathe.

"What are you working on?" Arizona asked, her voice soft and curious. Her eyes never left the scans.

Amy sighed standing up and walking to her colleague's side. "An eleven year old girl. She was hit in the head with a softball and injured the nerve pathways to her left arm; she can't feel a thing. I need to repair the pathways, but her brain is still slightly swollen so it's going to be difficult."

"Where do you usually cut in on a surgery like this?" Arizona asked.

Amelia pointed at a scan, "Here. But the ball hit her," Amelia moved her finger slightly up, "here. That's where the majority of the swelling is happening."

Arizona nodded, looking at the scan, deep in thought. "I wonder…"

Amelia looked at Arizona expectantly. She hadn't expected her to come in and save the day, but she wouldn't protest if she did. "What is it?"

Arizona snapped out of her thought and looked at Amelia. "There's a technique that Dr. Herman taught me for fetal surgery. Essentially we used a long needle and pushed it into the fetus's lungs to drain off fluid. It's very tricky and takes some practice, but you might be able to use the same technique to access her nerve pathways."

Amy's face broke in to a broad smile. "That's brilliant, Arizona! I never would have thought of that! I can run a charge through the needle to repair her pathway electrically! I wouldn't even have to make a cut!" She exclaimed, almost bouncing up and down. She turned to face Arizona; before she'd even thought about what she was doing, she put one hand on Arizona's cheek and the other on the back of her neck and stepped towards her.

"You're brilliant!" She said again before crashing her lips into Arizona's.

At that moment, both of their worlds stopped.

Arizona's blood ran like fire through her veins. Amelia's lips on hers felt even better than she'd imagined. Amelia's impassioned kiss had molded into something more gentle and slow. Arizona relished in her taste, in her smell, flooding her senses. She kissed her back, drinking in the beauty and the power of the woman on the other side of her lips.

Amelia's head was in the clouds. Her skin burned. Her lips felt like they'd been hooked up to electrodes as they moved against Arizona's. She didn't know how she got here, with this beautiful woman in her arms, and she didn't know what had pushed her to do it. She didn't care. She didn't want to be anywhere but pressed against Arizona's body, her fingers winding in Arizona's hair. Nothing had ever felt like this for Amy – nothing so pure and innocent, but so absolutely intoxicating.

"Amelia we need to –"

Amy jumped away from Arizona like she'd been burned. She stared at the door. At Owen. Standing there. Looking at her. Looking at them. "Owen." She breathed.

He looked at her again and shook his head, a miniscule movement she easily could have missed.

And then he walked away.

Amelia didn't look at Arizona before she took off after him. She didn't see the look of hurt and confusion cross her crystal blue eyes.

If she had, it might have killed her.

Instead, she focused on catching Owen. She cornered him, pushing him into an on call room.

"Amelia," he said, anger simmering in his voice.

"Owen, I need to explain. What you saw back there…"

"I know what I saw, Amy. Don't try to turn this around."

Amelia sighed, "No, I know. I kissed her, Owen. It wasn't her fault."

"Is that supposed to help?" He growled.

"No!" She matched his tone, and then stopped. She sighed, composing herself. "Owen I should have talked to you before now. But I want to be with Arizona. I've been trying to resist my feelings until we could have this conversation, but obviously that failed. And I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry," She sighed again, leaning back against the door. She felt defeated.

Owen looked at Amelia long and hard, his piercing gaze stinging her to the bone. After a long moment, he sighed and relaxed. "I understand. I wish you'd talked to me before, well, before I'd seen that."

Amelia nodded, watching as he tried to suppress the anger and the pain on his face. It didn't work; his eyebrows were knit together, eyes bloodshot, lips downturned. She had hurt him. "I know," she said quietly. "And I really am sorry."

"Be kind to her, Amy," Owen said suddenly. "She deserves that. She needs that. And I know, as well as you do, that she will be nothing but kind to you."

Amy nodded, stepping away from the door to let Owen leave.

Now she just had to find Arizona.

Finding Arizona turned out not to be an easy task, because she had made a point to hide from Amelia until the end of her shift. She went to the Peds floor and checked on old patients, talked to the nurses, did anything and everything to not think about that kiss. She prowled the ER for patients, scrubbed in on an appendectomy, and spent an hour in the skills lab. Finally, after almost six hours of hiding, it was time for her to go home.

Arizona hung her white coat in her office and retrieved her purse. Before walking out the door she stopped in front of the mirror, and took a few deep breathes. You're okay, Robbins. You're a soldier. Don't let them bring you down. She glanced over at the bulletin board that had once held all of the cases that Herman had walked her through. She missed her old mentor greatly. Right now, she could hear her in the back of her mind, telling her to pick herself up by her bootstraps. Don't be such a baby. You're the Dr. Robbins – handpicked for the most innovative surgical specialty in the world by its foremost expert.

She'd have to call Herman soon, maybe bring her some take out and talk to her about everything happening at Grey-Sloan.

Arizona turned to walk out the door.

"Arizona." Amelia Shepherd shut the door behind her, looking at Arizona with tired eyes.

"Dr. Shepherd, this isn't a good time," Arizona said shakily. Keep it professional, Robbins.

"Don't call me that, Arizona," she said softly, "please. I don't just want to be a doctor to you."

Arizona didn't speak, instead looking anywhere but Amelia's eyes. She couldn't handle them right now, not when she was trying to pull away.

Sighing, Amelia said, "I'm sorry about earlier, Arizona."

The blonde felt her heart drop in to her stomach. She wasn't sorry, even if she should have been.

Amelia saw Arizona's face fall even further, and she understood. "No! Not about the kiss," she took a step towards her, "I'm not sorry for kissing you. Unless you want me to be sorry, which I don't think you do. I'm sorry about Owen, and I'm sorry for running like I did."

Arizona finally looked up and met Amelia's eyes, impossibly blue ones that were begging for her to understand.

"I had to talk to him, Arizona. To explain what I should have explained days ago."

Amelia took a step towards her. Arizona swallowed hard.

"I broke up with him."

Another step forward.

"I want to be with you, Arizona."