Hey guys! Sorry, I forgot to add in the previous chapter the timeline for it!

Timeline for Part 1:

This one has three separate blocks (separated by dots). The first one covers episode 7x03, when Amelia first shows up in Seattle after Derek got shot and brings the case of a guy she met on the plane. Owen and Cristina married in a rush after the shooting and are dealing with her professional crisis/emotional breakdown; The second block covers episode 8x15, when Amelia flies in from Los Angeles bringing Mason's mom's case and Owen is dealing with the aftermath of Cristina's abortion; The third block covers the events of episode 10x21, when Owen had already divorced Cristina and she is dealing with her Harper Avery loss while Amelia is back in town after being unsure she really wants to marry James, so she spends her days watching after Derek's kids.

And now finally,

Timeline for Part 2:

This part focus on the events between episodes 10x21 and 10x22 and goes through to the developments of episode 22. Cristina was upset about losing the Harper Avery Award and was being constantly invited to other places to give a speech, ultimately deciding to go to Zurich. Derek invites Amelia to join him on a case of conjoined twins and treats her like an idiot in front of everyone.

The Journey – Part Two

Derek paced back and forth outside Owen's office, waiting until the chief's meeting was over so he could finally talk to his friend. After long fifteen minutes, a woman who Derek knew worked at the legal department walked out, making room for the neurosurgeon to finally go in.

"Hey, Hunt, when you have some time, there is something I want to talk to you about. I have finally made up my mind about the Cooper twins' case," The neurosurgeon revealed.

As it happened often, the chief of surgery at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital got a weekly load of requests from patients all around the country applying for cutting edge procedures. Owen had forwarded Derek a case of conjoined twins who had done their research and elected GSMH as their place of choice to have the risky surgery that might finally separate them after years. Derek had met them just days before, promising he would look over their case very carefully before making a decision on whether or not he'd agree to operate on them.

"I want to give it a shot." Derek said with conviction.

"Good." Owen furrowed his eyebrows, not quite understanding why Derek seemed borderline angry about his decision. If he had opted to take on a case as difficult and challenging as the Cooper twins, the least he could show was a bit of excitement.

"I'm going to need you to sign off so my sister can scrub in with me." Derek said between his teeth, apparently angry.

"Your sister?" Owen frowned in confusion, not following.

"Yeah, the one who's also a neurosurgeon?" Derek asked impatiently, taking a seat before his friend. Amelia had been to Seattle a few times before but he couldn't remember if she and Owen had ever been properly introduced. "She showed up at my door a couple of days ago and since she is available, I want her to assist me on the procedure."

Owen could see that while Derek apparently had made his decision, he didn't exactly seem to be at peace with it.

"I know you're not particularly fond of having co-surgeons on your cases," Owen tried to interpret Derek's mood. He knew the neurosurgeon had a good reputation and lately, over the past few years, his ego had become increasingly bigger, especially after some successful results on complicated procedures. But it wasn't possible that Derek expected to perform alone in a case as risky as the twins'. He would definitely need a few extra sets of hands. "But you can't work on this one alone. You need a full team for the Cooper's case."

Owen knew the twin girls had been born joined by their heads and separating them was a very invasive and complicated surgery. For starters, the hospital needed to ensure two skilled neurosurgeons who could quickly take the lead on each twin after they'd been separated. And it was his job to make sure nothing was missing.

"It's not that I want to work alone on it," Derek explained, knowing it was impossible, especially after the girls had been separated. He would probably need all the help he could get. "I just didn't want to have Amelia in the OR with me."

Owen took his time processing the information. Derek wasn't making any sense. If he doubted his sister's skills, then why was he appointing her to the case? Owen chose to believe that his friend wouldn't ever compromise the chances of a patient by simply favoring a family member who might not have been qualified for the job.

But then Owen thought harder, trying to dig through his memory and it finally clicked. He'd seen the work of Derek's sister before, on two separate occasions. First, she had diagnosed a difficult tumor with resourceful skill. Then she had suggested a new approach and convinced Derek to operate on a tumor that perhaps no other surgeon would dare to touch. In both times, she had succeeded. So it was unlikely that the neurosurgeon wasn't qualified.

"What are you saying exactly? You want your sister to scrub in but you don't think she is the right person for it?"

"She is the right person for it," Derek affirmed. "Amy is probably the only one I would trust to operate on my brain," He added and in that comment Owen knew Derek considered his sister's skills to match his own, which was a huge compliment. "Her abilities are not what concernsme."

"What, then?" Once again Owen tried to understand.

Derek got silent for a second, pondering about what to say. Truth was, he really didn't know why he was so defensive about having his sister on the case.

Or maybe he did and just didn't want to admit it.

The past few weeks had been overwhelming and there were so many uncertainties about his career that he was having a hard time adjusting to that new reality. Derek had always been confident about his skills and abilities. His career had never given him any reason for concern. But lately, it seemed like spending his days at GSMH operating on challenging tumors didn't fully satisfy him anymore. Especially not when younger, talented neurosurgeons could match his talent. Derek needed something more. Something that didn't threaten his comfort zone.

And having Amelia there doing his job certainly did.

While rationally he knew that Amelia was the most qualified neurosurgeon to operate on the Coopers with him, it made his bruised ego intimidated that she might not only perform well, but too well. Derek wasn't used to that. He had never felt threatened by anyone before. Especially not by his little sister. It made him comfortable that everyone saw him as reference. And at the same time he didn't want that to change, he was also never going to admit it.

"You know what, why don't you just get Morton or Knox to do it with you?" Owen decided to end the agonizing silence, noticing Derek was having a hard time admitting why he wanted his sister on the case. It might have to do with some family drama and Owen definitely didn't want to get caught up in the middle of that. "They work under you, they're good surgeons and they're familiar with your preferences. It might be a better idea."

"I don't need a good surgeon, I need a great surgeon," Derek said decisively, hating the taste of the words coming out of his mouth. He was being petty, jealous and he hated it. "I need Amelia."

"Okay," Owen agreed with a head nod, rightfully assuming the woman was probably more qualified for the job than the other surgeons they had available. "Just bring her over to get her up to speed while I take care of the paperwork. When are the Coopers coming back for a follow up consult?"

"I'll call them today and get them admitted for pre op tomorrow at the latest. I want everyone available for this case. It's not going to be easy."

"No, it won't." Owen agreed, already pulling in a file. "You get back to me as soon as you can."

As Derek left to get things prepared, Owen logged onto the computer with human resources data and looked for the file of Amelia Shepherd. As he opened the document, he noticed she had been at the hospital in two separate occasions, both times to operate with her brother. As Owen read her credentials, he briefly remembered about the day Cristina had complained about Derek's sister, affirming that she was the typical stuck up neurosurgeon.

Owen twitched his lips in annoyance, not looking forward to dealing with an egocentric know-it-all. In her file, it said Amelia Shepherd worked in a hospital called St. Ambrose in Los Angeles. Owen had never heard about the place before. He wondered why a seemingly competitive, up to speed surgeon who had graduated top of her class in Harvard and done her residency at Johns Hopkins would choose to work in a lower ranked hospital. Maybe they were simply paying her a fortune, he thought. But Owen was too distracted absorbing other bits of information to pay much attention to anything else.

Just that morning, he'd had a board meeting and throughout the entire day, his voicemail wouldn't stop beeping. Once again, Cleveland Clinic was calling. After another brief look at the computer screen, he noticed another email arriving from Zurich. Everyone was crazy after Cristina, wanting her to talk more about her conduit experiment and Owen was convinced that she should go for it.

Right now, his ex-wife seemed to be unsure about the next step she wanted to take. Owen knew that Cristina valued her career above everything but staying at GSMH meant she would probably never get the recognition or opportunities she wanted. After Dr. Russell had quit, obviously because he didn't think he would ever win the Harper Avery Award by working at GSMH, Owen had thought about offering the position of head of Thoracic Surgery to his ex wife. Even though Cristina hadn't finished her fellowship that long before, she was more qualified than anyone he'd met and what she lacked in experience with leadership she could make up with ambition and drive. But somehow, Owen had never gotten around to offer her the job.

Not only did he know it would hold her back from achieving her dreams, something he did not wish, he also acknowledge that maybe they would both be better if they parted ways. Their wishes were very different so it would probably be wiser if they stopped holding onto notions of "could have been"s and instead focused on moving on for real.

His personal life was such a mess that Owen convinced himself to focus on work instead. There was a giant pile of papers he needed to read and sign, and later that day he would still have to meet with the financial department, not to mention now Derek had added to his workload by bringing a case that would definitely attract press coverage and a lot of attention. Letting out a sigh, Owen forced himself to forget all about his problems, so he could focus solemnly on what was more pressing at the moment.

Amelia could not believe what she was hearing. After spending the last couple of days pretty much only taking care of her niece and nephew, her brother had came home that evening with a large file. He then started to fill his sister on the case of the conjoined twins and only later she realized that he was actually asking her to be his co-surgeon.

Amelia hardly ever said no to surgery, much less to an opportunity like that. The case was interesting by itself but what really touched her that time was how her brother had asked her to assist him. Not only Derek was the oldest and most experienced, Amelia knew he considered her to be immature and impulsive, something he had never really hid. So to hear her brother invite her touched Amelia very deeply, because she knew he wouldn't have her on board unless he fully trusted her abilities.

Derek never really gave her any room or time to ask why he had chosen her, of all people. Before Amelia realized, she was walking into the hospital where her brother and sister-in-law worked, being introduced to the staff that would also be a part of the case.

But slowly, throughout the day, Amelia's cheerful mood vanished. The way her brother would introduce her to everyone as "Amy" instead of professionally treating her as his equal took a toll on her good humor.

She should have known. It was very unlike Derek to actually see her as a capable and responsible person. Whenever he did things like compliment her abilities or even allow her to watch his children, her heart would fill with hope that maybe their very unleveled relationship would finally find some balance. But it never took Derek more than twenty four hours to prove that, at the end of the day, he would always consider himself to be above her.

At first, every colleague Amelia was meant to work with had promptly welcomed her to the team. But as they spent more hours at the skills lab and Derek went on treating her like she was somehow impaired, Amelia noticed the reservation with which some of the co-workers started to treat her. It wasn't fair. Derek could think ill of her at home all he wanted, but when they were at work, the least he could do was treat her with respectful professionalism.

Amelia was already boiling with anger when she met her brother later one morning, after he was done rounding on his patients.

"Hey, I need you to go update Hunt," Derek said distractedly while handling the mannequins at the skills lab, not even bothering to look at her. Amelia could see he was irritated at the laparoscopic equipment.

Earlier that week, she had handled the machinery with graceful ease and hit the right points only on her second try, but Derek was obviously still struggling to get the hang of the new software set up they had installed specifically for that surgery.

"Who the hell is Hunt?" Amelia replied bitterly, too angry at his attitude to even pay attention to what he was saying.

At her insolent question, Derek stopped what he was doing and finally brought up his eyes.

"Owen Hunt?" He said the name like she should know it. At Amelia's shrug of shoulders, he grew impatient. "The chief of surgery?"

"Oh."

"He wants an update on our plan to see if the Coopers' insurance will cover the procedure or if the hospital might need to look for funds." Derek explained, already looking back to the 3D model in front of him as he resumed practicing.

"You're the lead surgeon on the case," Amelia rebelled. "You go do it."

"I'm busy," Derek replied like he was reprimanding a child. Amelia wondered if he was trying to purposefully drive her mad.

The youngest surgeon took a deep breath, trying to make sense of her brother's irritable manners. She assumed it had everything to do with the fact she had already mastered the new controls while Derek only now seemed to have adjusted to it. Feeling a wave of evil pride taking over her, Amelia left the skills lab, making her way to the chief's office after asking a resident for directions.

Amelia gave the door three knocks and patiently waited. She was so angry with Derek that the few seconds of standing outside felt like an eternity.

Soon enough, she heard a muffled come in from the inside. Taking a deep breath, the neurosurgeon finally opened the door to the chief's office.

Amelia had been in several meetings with chiefs, directors and even principals before. She was too confident in her skills to be nervous about those. Besides, Derek's constant nagging about her capabilities had made her completely oblivious to any kind of anxiety about that encounter.

Amelia didn't exactly know what she expected to find but she was surprised to see the broad shouldered blonde man standing behind the desk. That wasn't at all what chiefs usually looked like.

"Hi," She sheepishly started, suddenly overwhelmed by how hilarious that entire situation was. She was having to introduce herself to her brother's boss because Derek was even more stubborn than she was. The realization brought an adorable grin to her face as she stepped forward to greet the man who called the shots on that surgical floor. "You must be Owen Hunt."

"Yes...?" Owen gazed at the woman in confusion. He felt like he should recognize her and yet he couldn't quite remember where exactly he'd seen her before. The baggy navy scrubs surely didn't give a clue but her smile was strangely familiar.

"I am Amelia Shepherd," She confessed, stretching out her hand to give him a handshake. "Derek's sister."

And then, all of a sudden, Owen's brain twisted in a knot.

That was Derek's sister?!

At the mention of the neurosurgeon, he quickly remembered where he'd seen that woman before. She was the mysterious babysitter he'd been admiring the other night. Of course!

But as Owen gazed at her, studying her features, he felt even more confused. Babysitters surely didn't wear attending navy blue scrubs or had surgical caps hanging in their pockets. Which could only mean that the woman standing in front of him was the same one to hold the impressive resume Owen had thoroughly read earlier that day.

But how could it be? In the previous times Owen had heard about Amelia Shepherd, everything pointed to her being an unattractive, boring middle age woman who probably never smiled.

"Something wrong?" Amelia asked with half a grin. He looked alarmed and she couldn't quite tell why.

"Oh, no," Owen shook his head, trying to set his mind straight. Seeing the doubt stamped on her face at his obvious reaction, he explained embarrassingly, "It's just that you're not at all what I imagined." He added, on purpose not mentioning he had long ago made a mental image of Amelia that was nothing like her real figure.

"What does that mean?" Amelia folded her arms and asked very defensively. What was that guy saying?

"It's just that you're..." Owen stopped, refraining from saying she was more attractive and charming than he had imagined. "Young." He settled for saying, noticing in the scowl she made that he hadn't picked the right word. "Anyway, I am sure you have more important things to talk about... Did Derek send you here?" He asked, clearing his throat and putting on his most professional tone.

"Yes," Amelia dryly replied and then proceeded to update the chief of surgery on the data her brother had requested. As she did it, Amelia couldn't help feeling like the guy's reserved silence and uptight manners irritated her even further.

What did he mean, young?

Amelia was so tired of that stupid prejudice. Everyone would take a look at her and simply assume that because she was young and looked to be even less than her age, she wasn't yet experienced or qualified. Her quarrel with Derek had been exactly about that and Amelia was growing tired of people's biased opinions. The last thing she needed was for this seemingly obnoxious chief of surgery to give her the same kind of treatment.

"Okay, well, it's good to have you on board," Owen said when they finished going through the surgical plan. He was still alarmed about his earlier assumption that she had been the babysitter and the memories of how he had lusted after her made him blush, avoiding eye contact. He didn't know Amelia Shepherd and had no right to look at her in any way that wasn't strictly professional. Doing his best to come off as polite and impartial, Owen avoided looking at her unless it was extremely necessary, for his conscience was still throbbing about the way he'd watched her play with her brother's kids.

Owen's principles and correct conduct made him realize he had been invading her privacy by doing so the other night and that was inexcusable, even if he hadn't meant any harm.

"Thank you," Amelia replied coldly, wrongly assuming his reserve and strict professional manners were due to disappointment after noticing she was young. The guy had probably already made assumptions.

A heavy atmosphere lingered in the air and Owen cleared his throat, determined to break the uncomfortable silence.

"I saw on your file that you went to Harvard Med," The chief of surgery tried to break the ice and gave her a polite head nod. "So did I. Did you by any chance take Professor McCarthy's pharmacology class?" He asked about the first random memory that came to mind when thinking about his college days. "I surely don't miss it."

"No," Amelia replied with vengeful determination. "He's dead." She lied.

"Oh?" Owen was shocked to hear it. Soon after, they went back to the silence that was making him uncomfortable but not her, apparently. "What about Professor Rafferty's neuroanatomy class? She used to fail everyone back in my days... But I am sure you didn't have a problem with it," Owen nodded gently, assuming that she had always liked Neuro, considering it had become her specialty.

"I didn't have a problem with it," Amelia confirmed his suspicion with an evil grin. "But I also didn't have a problem with Professor Rafferty." She added, knowing it wasn't true. Everyone who had graduated Harvard Med at some point had to painfully endure one of the toughest classes there. "She retired."

"Oh, she did?" Owen's eyebrows rose in disbelief. "I can't believe it." He said, more to himself than her.

"Well, that's what happens when people get old," Amelia felt the satisfaction to be tormenting him. It was obvious he was older than her, but not that much older and yet she was doing everything in her power to make it seem like his days in college had been a lifetime ago. If he thought he could use her age against her, then she would do the same to him. "They usually retire. Or die." She added, rejoicing in the startled expression on his face.

Soon after that, she excused herself and left. Owen stood behind his desk with a heavy frown upon his head, trying to make up his mind about whether or not he'd just been called old by Derek's Shepherd's little sister.

"Hey Callie," Owen hurried his pace in the cafeteria, trying to catch up with the orthopedic surgeon. "You're on Shepherd's conjoined twin case, right?"

"Yeah," Callie frowned, wondering where Owen's interest was coming from. She took an empty table by their left, being followed by him.

"I want you to be honest with me," Owen placed his tray on the table but barely looked at his food, trying to catch Callie's attention as she took a bite of her sandwich. "What did you think of Shepherd's sister?" He asked, instantly realizing the question appeared too forward. "I mean, have you met her yet?"

"Yes, I've met her..." Callie gave him her typical you're not telling me everything face, but when Owen remained in silence, almost apprehensively, she gave up trying to find out more. "She was in the skills lab earlier this morning."

Callie then remembered of how Derek had treated Amelia, almost patronizing her. She had paid him back by maintaining her serenity while keeping up with his ideas and fast thinking, and then had even helped out some residents who were having a hard time figuring out the idea behind their surgical approach.

"The residents sure did like her," Callie added with casualty, before taking a sip of her water. Owen was surprised and then wondered why he had gotten the idea that Amelia Shepherd was an egocentric showoff who probably pushed her residents around. "She seemed pretty alright. Why do you ask? Are you worried about something?"

"She has amazing references," Owen dodged the question on purpose. Finding out that the hot babysitter from the other night was actually Derek Shepherd's sister had messed with his head. And there was also the fact that she actually seemed talented, smart and maybe even nice, not at all typical arrogant neurosurgeon he had first assumed she would be.

"Yeah, it is all very confusing... Derek treats her like she is a dud, but she actually seems very competent judging by what I saw earlier today." Callie confessed between laughs. "I guess their feud must be a brother and sister thing." She shrugged, remembering what Derek had said about completely trusting his sister's skills when she had confronted him about it not long before. "But well, I guess soon enough we'll find out how good or not she is."

Owen found out exactly what Callie meant when, soon enough, the Shepherds operated on the conjoined twins and Amelia's patient presented with better outcome than Derek's. Owen knew that surgeries had uncalculatable risks, but he couldn't believe it was a coincidence that even with the worst prognosis, the twin B operated on by Amelia was actually doing well, whereas the one Derek had taken the lead on unfortunately didn't make it through.

A couple of days after the surgery, he stopped seeing Amelia at the hospital and realized it made complete sense. Derek had told him she lived in Los Angeles and had a fiancé there, so it was to be expected Amelia returned home any day now. As for his ex-wife, Owen was surprised to find out she had received and accepted an invitation to run a hospital in Switzerland. With a mix of a constricted heart and painful relief, Owen prepared himself to watch her leave for good. It was probably for the best, but he drowned in work even further, telling himself that the busier he was, the less time he would have to mourn about everything his life could have been but never really turned out to be.

On a grey afternoon not too long after that, Amelia let out a heavy sigh as she sat on her brother's spacious balcony. The wood furniture fit the room very well and she particularly liked the stretch of grass that occupied the entire yard, from the house all the way up to the lake.

Her eyes noticed the tin box in which she found out Owen Hunt lived and she couldn't help but roll her eyes at the image of him. Why did all attractive males have to be such idiots? The way he had condescendingly judged her on her age still made Amelia furious. She remembered that after the hype of the surgery had passed and her head had cooled down a bit, she had bumped into him in a scrub room and decided to give her negative first impression another try. After all, she was supposed to be leaving soon and wouldn't hurt to leave the door open with the chief of surgery at GSMH in case she ever wanted to come back for more cases.

But as she had approached him, Owen had coldly avoided her gaze. When Amelia had tried to engage him in conversation, he had grabbed his buzzing phone and excused himself, telling her he had a meeting to get to.

Even though he hadn't been particularly rude, he also hadn't been courteous either. And if Amelia had already decided to loathe him before, now she really didn't need another reason. Men were all the same, she thought. Even though more female surgeons hit powerful positions everyday, for some guys surgery was still the boys' club and Amelia wondered if Owen Hunt was one of those men. It fit him well, she decided with scorn. He was already uptight and broody as hell. That was practically one step away from thinking he was superior.

It would never cross Amelia's mind that Owen's bad mood might have anything to do with the fact that not only had he felt ashamed to be looking at her through the window, he was also in a very bad place in his personal life at the moment. All she had gotten from him was cold reserve that bordered indifference, even though she had repeatedly tried to be nice. So it was much more obvious to assume he was just another self-centered jerk who couldn't bother to take a second to say anything nice.

And that's exactly why Amelia felt so surprised that afternoon when she turned her head and noticed the tall, broad shouldered surgeon sitting on the steps of the wooden structure his trailer stood on with a children's pink bike on his hands.

Her first reaction was to get up and go back inside the house, avoiding him completely. But she found the scene so intriguing that Amelia couldn't help herself. Before she could even notice, her feet had already made her cross the back yard.

Owen noticed he wasn't alone when he heard the sound of muffled footsteps coming in his direction through the grass. Looking up, he saw Derek Shepherd's sister approaching and instantly wondered what she could possibly want.

"Nice bike," Amelia said to break the ice. She didn't know why, but he was intimidating. And surprisingly, it had nothing to do with his size.

"It's Zola's," Owen replied, immediately turning his eyes back to the screw he was fixing.

Amelia noticed the button up dark plaid shirt he was wearing, much different than the preppy ones he would wear at work. This time, there was no tie. He looked charmingly casual with the first two cases of the shirt unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up all the way to his elbows. They probably had nothing in common, Amelia decided. She was very urban and modern, whereas he fit perfectly in that nature scenario, surrounded by a lake, a long stretch of grass, an old trailer and thick woods. The screwdriver he had in his hand and the tools scattered around the wooden deck added the perfect touch to make him look completely different than the serious, centered chief of surgery she had met.

"Why are you fixing Zola's bike?" Amelia asked, slightly bending over to inspect it. His hands were particularly large and matched very well with his built physique and craftsman exterior.

"Because it was broken," Owen replied the obvious.

"Clearly," Amelia chided, feeling the familiar irritation she always seemed to feel whenever he was around. "I meant, why are you doing it?"

Owen stopped tightening the screw and looked up to meet her eyes. He had never quite noticed them before, but she had amazing blue eyes. With a shrug of his shoulders, the surgeon confessed:

"I don't know, I noticed she hasn't been riding it for a couple of weeks now and she used to do it all the time. Then I found the bike lying around there, next to the garage," Owen pointed towards the house. "And I saw one of the wheelies was loose. So I am fixing it."

Once he was done explaining, Owen went back to the job he was almost done with, leaving Amelia to wonder about the situation. That did not make sense at all. Why would an uptight, self centered and maybe even sexist chief of surgery worry about the broken toy of a little girl?

"I am sorry about the other day in the scrub room," Owen looked up to meet the woman's eyes, genuinely regretting the way he had acted. He had evasively tried to avoid her, still too embarrassed about his wrong assumptions about her. "I didn't mean to leave so abruptly like that." He confessed and Amelia noticed he seemed sincere. "You and Derek did an amazing job. I was hoping to tell you that next time I saw you, but you haven't been at the hospital ever since." The chief of surgery added with a polite head nod.

"Well, I don't work there," She reminded him with a gentle smile. "I actually have to go back home to my job." She confessed, not sure why the idea didn't excite her.

"Well, feel free to come back and operate with Derek whenever you want."

Amelia smiled at herself, realizing that even when that man let his guard down, he was still formal and uptight. Hoping to make him feel more at ease, she swiftly took a seat on the steps next to him by the deck, watching as Owen grabbed a bottle of beer from the grass.

"Do you want one?" He asked looking into her eyes. Amelia couldn't remember him holding her gaze like that and she took her time to study how bright blue his eyes were.

"No, thank you," She dismissed his offer with a gentle wave of her hands. Amelia had been sober for quite a while now and she was determined to never have another slip.

Once again, they felt into an easy silence as Owen's hands skillfully finished repairing the broken wheelie under Amelia's careful watch. She noticed he looked unusually athletic for a chief of surgery. And not at all a typical gym fabricated kind of athletic. Instead, he looked like a man who was used to heavy handwork. Amelia laughed at herself to imagine he could probably carry heavy boxes and fix things with his hands. The idea contrasted with his smart eyes and professional position, but it completely suited his lifestyle choice to live in a trailer, have a full set of tools and fix loose screws from broken wheelies.

Dark clouds were gathering in the sky and Amelia figured it would rain very soon. That was Seattle, she realized.

"Well, I guess I should get going," Amelia said after a few minutes of examining him. She got up and rubbed her hands on her pants, determined to get rid of the dirt from the ground. "It was nice meeting you. Thank you for the opportunity of letting me scrub in with Derek."

"Anytime," Owen replied with a nod, getting up too. He swiftly pulled Zola's bike back to a standing position and Amelia noticed both wheelies worked perfectly now. "Do you mind taking this back to the house with you?" Owen asked, giving the bike a little push to see if it was safe for Zola to resume playing with it.

"Not at all," Amelia promptly agreed, glad to have something she could keep her hands busy with.

The neurosurgeon was already a few steps across the yard when she heard his voice, almost immediately followed by a roaring thunder.

"Shepherd?"

Amelia only had time to turn her head before feeling the first heavy drop of rain falling on her face.

"I spoke to a colleague at Mas Gen today," Owen lied. He was bluffing but she would never know it. "He said Professor McCarthy's lecture on antiarrhythmic drugs was a success last week."

Amelia knew he was talking about the same professor who she'dclaimed to be dead only to insult him.

"Maybe someone psychographed it," Amelia replied with a witty smile, biting her lower lip while silently refusing to admit she had been busted.

Owen struggled to contain a chuckle. He lifted his head and when his eyes finally met hers, both surgeons instantly smiled with easy contentment and now found camaraderie.

"So, I'll see you around." Owen gently gave her a head nod walking back to his trailer after feeling the rain start to fall heavier.

Amelia took her time processing her discoveries about him. The guy had a fascinating combination of traits. At the same time he seemed to be responsible and serious, he was also capable of tricking her in her own game. She thought about the way he had stepped up to fix Zola's bike even though no one had asked him to. Owen Hunt had just given the toy for her to take back, so it was obvious he hadn't done it for recognition. No egocentric guy would ever take his time to do that. Amelia was usually very good at reading people, but for once, she felt like she was having a hard time figuring someone out. The feeling wasn't only unusual, it was also quite amusing.

Too bad she was going back home, because it felt like she had just found someone who apparently could keep up with her sharp intelligence and sneaky manners. Giving him one last look, Amelia grinned and gently nodded her head, certain she was probably never going to see him again.

"Goodbye, Owen."