"I think that you should totally get that dress. You look hot. You're definitely going to get laid tonight." Camille ogled at the sight of her currently smoking hot best friend. The two were doing some last minute dress shopping for Harper's Sweet 16, and had been to almost all of the stores in the mall. Part of her knew that the dress looked great on the brunette, but the other part of her was screaming, 'Just tell her that she looks great so we can get out of here!'

The dress was a little classy, and a little slutty, the perfect amount of both. It was made of white silk, and had lace etching on the top. It dipped slightly, and was on the shorter side, reaching about three inches above the knee.

"You really think so?" Harper wanted to impress somebody. All of her friends had already started drinking and having sex, and then there was Harper, who felt like she was becoming an outcast. That stuff, that boy stuff, had never really mattered to her until now. Now it was everything.

Camille laughed. "Yes, Harper, it looks great. It hugs you in all the right places," The blonde was starting to become impatient, but she knew that had the roles been reversed, Harper would stick it out for her.

"Opposite but equal," As their middle school science teacher had once said. "Apples and oranges, right?"

There were a few muffled no's, and a cough, so she tried again.

"Take Harper and Camille for example. Complete opposites. Yet they're best friends. Why?"

The boy that sat in the back and almost never said anything, Eddie, raised his hand. The teacher eagerly called on him.

"Because they balance each other out. Two forces of nature, each toned down by the other person. Opposite but equal. Apples and oranges."

Camille snapped back to reality, where she was greeting by Harper poking and prodding her. "Hey, Cam, are you okay? I thought you were having a seizure or something."

She shook her head and laughed. "No, I'm fine, I was just thinking. Don't worry, I don't have a brain condition. Not today, anyways."

Blue eyes squinted at her, trying to read whether or not she was lying. Harper was an open book. You could always tell exactly what she was thinking, or what her mood was by the look on her face. However, Camille was different. With her, you couldn't even always tell if she was awake or not.

"Okay," Harper started towards the register at the front of the store. "Well, I'm going to get this dress. I'm trusting you when you say I look good in this."

"You look amazing in it, H. Scout's honor!"

"Oh, please. Like you would ever be a girl scout. I can see it now. Camille Scott, troop leader. Surrounded by boxes of cookies that you somehow have managed to not eat-"

"Shut up and go buy your dress." The two laughed, and Harper went to buy the dress while Camille lazily thumbed through a rack of clothes. She flipped over a price tag, to reveal that this was a $150 shirt. "Yikes," She said, slowly backing away from it.

Her gaze drifted to the store entrance, and the man that was standing on the other side of the mall walkway. He was staring directly at her.

Harper stood in front of the patient, and took a deep breath. She didn't want to mess this up. Her patient was a nine year old boy named Nolan.

She observed his face. Freckles, and brown hair, so close to being red. She couldn't see it now, but earlier she had. She had spoken with his parents, Ron and Sheila. They had two other children. He had a family. He liked video games and soccer. She couldn't kill that sweet face.

Harper, relax, it's just a simple appendectomy. You know how to do this.

"Scalpel." Harper spoke gently, but with authority, just like Ruby had told her to do. The hispanic girl had given her a pep talk before she walked into the OR just to make sure that she didn't freak out and drop like a fly. She probably would anyways, but it was nice of Ruby to try and prevent it.

"Scalpel." The scrub nurse gave handed her the scalpel, and Harper took one more deep breath before making the first incision.

"That girl down there, that's my best friend." Camille smiled and said to nobody in particular, but turned to look at the male intern she was sitting next to. He was attractive, with dirty blonde hair and only a whisper of facial hair.

He laughed, and returned her look. "It looks like your BFF is ready to piss herself, better go save her."

"Can't." Camille lifted up her left arm, which currently had an IV in it. A bag of fluids sat next to her.

"What'd you do, drink too much last night? You know, it's probably not a good idea to get totally hammered before your first day of work. I don't understand Americans." The boy added, making Camille even more interested as to who he was.

Camille smirked, "Ha, funny. I got some sort of bug. I think this is actually the first time that I've been to my first day of work sober," She started, thinking back to the time that she and Harper had gotten jobs at a fast food restaurant, and had both gotten fired on their first day. Camille had been completely hung over, and Harper had tried to cover for her. That was typically how it went in their friendship. "You think you're some big hotshot because you're an Aussie?"

"Wow, what a party girl. And I'm actually from New Zealand."

"Well then what brings you to Seattle?" Camille raised an eyebrow, and adjusted herself so that her legs were tucked underneath of her. She still sat 'criss-cross applesauce', just like she had been taught in first grade.

The boy cleared his throat. "A few years ago, my brother's girlfriend left him with their three month old baby. I was already in med school in New Zealand, but my brother lived here. Luckily I was able to get a transfer to Seattle so I could help him with my niece."

"And here I was thinking that you sounded like an asshole. I'm Camille." She reached out her hand, and he shook it.

"Zach. Zach Lloyd."

"Clamp."

"Clamp." The scrub nurse repeated, and handed Harper the clamp, and then the scalpel. Finally, the appendix was out. This was a lot easier than she had thought it would be. She sighed with relief that she hadn't killed the patient, and started to relax a little bit. Maybe too much, because the next thing she knew, Nolan's blood pressure was dropping, and his oxygen SATS were low. Too low.

"Oh God, what did I do?" Meredith turned to her, their eyes meeting. "Dr. Young, what are you going to do now?" Harper scrambled to find the words, but there were none. Deep down she knew what she should do, but she was too in shock to actually do it. She backed away from the operating table as Meredith stepped in to take over. Harper pulled her mask and gloves off, threw them away, and ran out of the OR.

Camille sighed. "I got her." She picked up her bag of fluids, and stood up, but turned around before she got too far. "It was nice to meet you, Kiwi Boy."

"It was nice meeting you too, Vanilla Frappucino."

The blonde laughed and exited the gallery, Zach still on her mind. He had smelt like laundry detergent. Like clothes drying on a clothes line on a breezy summer day, so the smell drifted towards anyone. Camille wasn't the type to be cheesy, but he somehow had brought the cheddar out of her.

Once Camille went down some stairs, she arrived at the hallway outside of the OR. There was Harper, sitting against the wall, her knees pinned to her chest. She had taken her scrub cap off and the ponytail in her hair out, so most of her dark curls sprawled down her back, and some stuck to her face, thanks to all the tears and sweat that were being mixed together on her skin.

The scrub cap sat on the floor like a crumpled up piece of paper, and Camille thought back to the time that Harper's mother had given it to her. Rachel had given her one too, seeing as Camille was basically the third daughter that she never really asked for, but would never turn away.

It was the day before the two of them were planning on leaving for college. Harper's parents, Rachel and Isaac, had invited Camille to spend the day with their family, if she didn't have plans with hers, of course.

But, she didn't. It wasn't that her mom hadn't wanted to spend the day with her daughter, it was just that she was so incredibly busy, and working hard enough as it was.

"The dinner looks amazing, Rachel." Three years ago, she probably would have stuck to "Mrs. Young," but she and Harper had gotten so close that it didn't really matter now. She could have called her mom, and the blonde lawyer would have just smiled and hugged her.

"Thank you, Camille. You're the only one that's said anything about it that wasn't slightly discouraging." Rachel glared towards Isaac who was in the kitchen making salad. Their dining room and kitchen were basically one room, as their house was very open. It let in a lot of sunlight. Harper was really going to miss that.

Isaac put his hands up defensively, accidentally flinging a tomato on to the floor. Their newly adopted lab puppy, Ace, shuffled over and quickly devoured it. "Hey. all I said was that you make this a lot. Maybe too much if you ask me."

"Well, I guess it's a good thing I didn't ask you, then. Besides, this is Camille and Harper's favorite. It's all about my girls tonight, not about that prick over there." She grabbed both of them and pulled them to her sides, hugging them as tightly as she could.

"Mom, you're squishing us," Harper pleaded, as she could feel her face being squashed in. Pretty soon, the smell of Chanel No 5 was going to be permanently laced into her skin.

Rachel let them go, and quickly ran upstairs. "I'll be right back!" She yelled as she was already halfway up the carpeted steps. About a minute later, she came downstairs with two bags, one purple and one blue. They were small, so at least Harper knew that it wasn't going to be a repeat of her fifteenth birthday when they had gotten her a car. She couldn't even drive yet, but of course, a charcoal BMW had been thrown her way.

"You didn't. I specifically said, no presents!"

"You're right, you did, but I didn't have to listen, because I'm the parent in this equation." The blue bag was handed to Camille, and the purple one to Harper. "Open them up!"

Even though Harper was rolling her eyes as far back as she could possibly manage, she complied anyways. She pulled out a blue scrub cap, with a single bumblebee on the back of it. Camille had a ladybug.

Those had been their childhood nicknames. They were the dynamic duo of Ladybug and Bumblebee, and nobody could stop them.

Camille made a move forward to go comfort her friend, but stopped once she saw that someone else had already beat her to it. She had seen the lady once, and thought that her name was Dr. Shepherd or something like that.

Amelia sat down on the ground right next to Harper, and met the girl's eyes. "Hey, you did really good in there."

"Yeah, until I killed a kid." Harper could feel the tears starting to pool in her eyes again. Usually, she wouldn't have spoken to her superior like that, but right now, she didn't really care. Her job was most likely already non-existent. "I messed up, I really don't know why you're being so nice to me. Attendings are supposed to be mean or something."

The older brunette mocked being offended before offering a warm smile. "Okay, one, you did not kill that kid. He's fine. That surgery was designed for you to fail, it sets you as the example. You never actually did anything wrong."

She sniffed, and met eyes with Amelia. "I didn't?"

"No, you didn't. He had a very fragile abdominal wall. It wasn't your fault. Second, just because Dr. Karev may be an ass, doesn't mean we all are."

Harper laughed, and Amelia joined her, the identical sounds ringing through the fairly empty corridor. Camille watched them from behind a wall, and was starting to get freaked out. It was one thing to be friendly to someone, but Dr. Shepherd was being too nice. Thanks to her oldest sister being a detective, Camille was good at noticing things about people that most would just skip over. Their body language, tone of voice, they were all signs that could point to something. Right now, Amelia's actions were screaming maternal. That's when the pieces finally fit together.

Amelia wasn't just acting maternal towards Harper. She was her mother.

It made sense. They were both doctors. Brown haired, blue eyed. Short, and seemingly unafraid of anything. Well Harper had been unafraid of anything until this moment.

Apparently the blonde couldn't keep her gasp to herself while having this realization, and unfortunately she was spotted by both of the women.

"Cam, is that you?"

Camille shyly stepped out from behind the wall, and went to sit on the other side of her best friend. She tried to keep her mouth from falling open, as she was still in shock.

"Hey Pipsqueak." It was a nickname reserved only for her small companion.

"I'm having a pretty sucky day, how about you?" Harper laughed in between tears.

Camille tried to cheer her friend up by bumping her shoulder gently, and smiling. "Hey, on the bright side, the hospital is the one place where I could actually beat you at something."

Harper slapped Camille's shoulder lightly, and turned back towards a very confused looking Amelia. She started to explain:

"Ever since I can remember, Cam and I have been best friends. We were inseparable, but complete opposites. I was a suck up to every teacher I'd ever had, I-"

"-She's putting it nicely." Camille interrupted. "In reality, she was a goody two shoes with rich parents, and I was the party girl who was always being bailed out of jail. The only bad decision you ever made was thinking that you could pay for an apartment by yourself with an intern's salary."

"You bought your own apartment?" Amelia questioned. She felt pride that her daughter was so grown up. She was 22 after all, but it was still a shock of realization to Amelia that the baby that'd she'd given up almost 23 years ago was no longer a baby. She was a grown woman.

Harper nodded. "My parents offered to help me pay for it, but I told them I wanted to do it myself. I've sort of been handed everything my whole life, and I actually would like to work for something for a change. We live together," She pointed to herself and then Camille. "But Cam had to help out with her mom back home. I started paying the rent by myself, and the bills stacked up faster than the cash appeared in my wallet. I just got a notice that we have two days to get everything out of the loft."

Amelia was surprised. Work ethic was good in a person, and Harper clearly had it. She would make a great surgeon, even if she didn't think so at the moment. Impulsive Amelia was back, yet again, and she was itching to get out.

"Well, you guys are welcome to come stay with my husband and I for a few days. At least, until you can find another apartment to stay at."

God dammit, Amelia. She really needed to stop just blurting things out. It was starting to become a problem.

"Are you serious?" Harper and Camille both spoke at the same time, glancing at each other in utter shock. Their superior was offering them a place to stay. Her house.

"Yeah, of course." She gulped down the knot in her throat, and smiled.

"Are you sure that your husband is going to be okay with that?" Camille asked. She wondered if Amelia was still with Harper's birth dad. It was a long shot, but maybe. After all, she didn't even have confirmation that Amelia was her best friend's mom. She was pretty sure she was, though.

Oh shit, Owen. She had forgotten about him. How would he feel about having her invite two random interns to stay in their house?

"Absolutely."

Sixty four hours later, their first shift was finally over, and they could now go home. Well, in Harper and Camille's case, home was now Amelia and Owen's house. The brunette had told her husband the night that she had made the proposition. He wasn't exactly thrilled about two interns coming to stay with them, but he had gotten used to the idea eventually, and had told Amelia that someday, her big heart was going to get her into trouble.

Amelia agreed to go over to their apartment with them, and get their stuff. Owen had to work the night shift tonight, so it would just be the three girls. Amelia thought it might be a good time to simply get to know the type of person that Harper was (even though she already had a pretty good idea), but Camille had other plans. She wanted to confront the woman and see if her instincts were correct.

Camille had driven immediately to Amelia's house, and agreed to make dinner if they got all the things from the apartment. Harper laughed when this idea was proposed, knowing that her friend wasn't a very good cook, but Amelia had said that was fine, and gave her the key. Harper would catch a ride with her.

Keys jangled as it was inserted into the lock. Harper opened the door, and flipped on the switch, revealing their three room little abode. There wasn't much, but there was enough to be able to call it home.

"You can just grab whatever, I don't really care what we leave honestly." She started towards the bedroom to get some things, but stopped before reaching the doorway. "Oh! Except for the pictures, and the colorful apron. Those are necessities."

She semi-skipped off into the small bedroom, while Amelia wandered around the living room/kitchen/dining room. A lot of pictures were strung on random spots on the wall, so she just started grabbing, making sure that every image was burned into her brain. One of Harper and Camille graduating. Harper with a blonde boy and girl, presumably her brother and sister.

One hour and ten boxes later, they were all packed up in the car and ready to go home. "Goodbye, shitty little apartment that I never really liked anyways." Harper blew a kiss towards the brick building, and climbed into the passenger seat of the car. Amelia laughed, and got in the drivers seat.

Soon enough, they were at home, even though the drive had felt like nothing. The two women had spent the whole time talking and laughing, exchanging stories of lots of mistakes, most of which involved alcohol.

Upon entering the house, Harper noted that it smelt like spaghetti, which was odd, because Camille couldn't even make toast.

"You can just set your stuff there, we'll get it after dinner." Amelia pointed to a random spot on the floor, so Harper dropped the backpack that she was holding, and somehow found her way to the kitchen.

"Wow, you have a really nice house, Dr. Shepherd."

"If you're going to be living here, there's one thing I'm going to need you to do."

Harper and Camille both looked up, scared at what the requirement was going to be.

"When we're here, you're going to have to call me Amelia."

Pasta was scooped into bowls, and the three women went into the living room, and turned on some cheesy romance movie. They all started cringing at the terrible acting and forced kissing, so halfway through something called "Brazilian Fire", they switched to "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre."

Soon enough, Camille and Harper had both said their goodnights, and skipped off to bed, leaving Amelia alone to think. This thinking was interrupted by her dog barking like mad.

"Lulu, what's wrong?" Amelia made a move towards the window that her dog was jumping up and down in front of, only to see a red car parking in their driveway. It was that damn red convertible, the one she would have recognized anywhere. After Henry, she would have thought that she would have gotten something a little more safe for kids. And she did. But every once and awhile, she would bring that car out for a joyride.

It appeared that Addison Montgomery was coming to visit.

a/n: I DESERVE DEATH ,, WHY IS IT SO HARD FOR ME TO UPDATE REGULARLY?¿ i love this story and want to get back into it but i make no promises. ps- i just wanna let you know that these flashbacks actually have a purpose to them and will reveal something eventually. also can we talk about thirteen reasons why?!1.! iconic as hell. i'm considering writing a fic for it, because i really enjoyed that show and it made me feel so many things. hope you enjoyed, and please follow, favorite, and review!:) i would really love to hear more of your thoughts and opinions