A/N: Thanks to all those who sent their support along the way, all those who read, all those who favorited, commented, etc. Only one chapter left. Like I told you, I decided to cut the story in parts. Part II of this story " Against the doctor's order" will follow shortly after I post chapter 45.

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She is going home (REMIX) - Part 1

A foreign observer could have sworn these people had reached that rare level of intimacy. After all time or opportunity were not the only things determining intimacy. There was disposition, willingness, and a certain level of commitment to be involved in the strange matter of how people get acquainted to each other. Seven years would be insufficient to make some people close when seven days are more than enough for others... More than enough...

Coming Home (part II) – Skylar Grey.

It was a fine day in Zurich and the sky was almost without clouds. A brief rain had washed every sidewalk and gutter clean, leaving a freshly cut grass smell in the air. The sun was high in the sky and the bench on which Cristina Yang sat was dry. She parted with her blazer a while ago in order not to succumb to the warmth. Having had time to go back to her place, she was wearing something more functional and fashion trendy than the day before, a blue and white print dress. She was playing with her high-heels, letting the soft breeze blew the strands of hair close to her face. The park behind the institute was a hive of activities. The city had organized an exposition of hot air balloons and invited a dozen of schools to participate. On the esplanade, children were lining up excitedly waiting their turn to get in the ride. One of the little girls standing in front of the pilot reminded her of Zola. She wondered not for the first time what her little family was doing at the moment. It was pretty early so she couldn't just call Meredith. But she wondered what kind of day they would be having in Seattle. What kind of day they would be having without her?

Cristina closed her eyes, letting the sun warm her nose with a kiss. Her day's been jam-packed with reunions, with her boss, Mr Dupont, and the big share-holders of the institute. She had to comment and interpret the research department preliminary biannual results and patients' attendance and overall reputation ratings in a sweet hour-long presentation. It was one of those boring days all over, filled with numbers and low on the excitement front. She was in no hurry to get back inside after lunch break. Tomorrow was Saturday and she already dubbed it in advance, her "me" time day, meaning she planned on doing some intense research. Of course since she worked almost 24/7, the word "weekend" had long lost its meaning in her mind. There was only one road to glory. It wasn't paved with "Lazy sundays spent in bed". She made a choice long ago.

Meredith and Cristina needed to have a little honest chat. Her person couldn't continue administrating terribly bad advices to people. What kind of doctor was she? This "black book" thing had been a terrible idea. Cristina took half the blame for falling for one of her crap again though. Well, she should have known better. Honestly, she was sure Meredith was smart enough to never follow any of her own advice. Not that the sex hadn't been good! It had been surprisingly... tender... soft... intimate... It was nothing extravagant, nothing too passionate and brutal, nothing like what she experienced with Jo, but it was just as effective and it was scary. Really scary! How many times was she supposed to expose the fresh scars on her broken heart to danger? It's not even like she needed a man in her life. Cristina had one and she had to let him go because she couldn't give him what he wanted. Now, he was dating Amelia "freaking" Shepherd of the "Shepherd with Perfect hair" Dynasty. She had to bear the fact that she didn't hate Amelia as much as she thought she'd hate anyone he would date. She had to bear the fact that Amelia was just as hardcore as her but not so much that the sight of a baby freaked her out. She had to bear the thought she was probably if not the perfect match but the most logical, the most rational choice there was at the moment. She was a good enough choice. Personally, she'd rather seen him with Callie if it was up to her. Callie loved babies and penises and vagina indiscriminately. She was a good friend. She was a sarcastic baby-smelling addict, a general bundle of joy, an orthopedic badass. She was the friend Cristina would have chosen to screw her ex-husband, if she had the choice that is. But nobody asked what she thought about it, or asked for her fucking opinions and preferences, so she could settle for Amelia " Freaking" Shepherd, no harms done. The Shepherds were born to be "perfect matches". Seriously, she could remember the awesomeness that was Derek Shepherd in his prime attending years and way after and feel the tears in her eyes, and he had never even been her type. God! She missed McDreamy! She thought again of Meredith. What kind of day she would be having without Derek? Owen wasn't dead and she was having one of those bad "withdrawal" days.

Cristina shook her head. She needed to stop this. It sounded like regrets and there were no regrets to have. The point was that she gave up her marriage for this... She gave up in order concentrating on loving herself. So, she had no business being in a relationship with anyone or even wanting a relationship. Erwan was a nice guy. Despite their best efforts, she knew somehow that their friendship was going to suffer from this. He was a committed relationship kind of guy. It was one thing to take advantage of this at work, but it was another to give him false hope. The fact he was willing to indulge her whims without putting much of a protest scared her. She was probably reading too much into this. But he scared her. She didn't want to hurt anybody. Obviously, she knew he had a crush on her like these high school kids love the hot badass school nurse. She was beyond hot. She was very steamy these days, let's be honest. Sexually at her prime, damn Joseph Simon Allenbach for pretending she was anything less than a goddess in bed, she felt secured in her skills. He was an asshole anyway. She bet Erwan would be prepared to vouch to that. He'd made it rather obvious over the past couple of years. She offered herself on her plate last night. She hadn't been thinking much last night when she drove to his apartment in search of a quick fix for her depression, Meredith's words playing over and over in her head. Never listen to Meredith Grey. She was a wholesome person, fun and crazy to be with, but she had no clue how to give advice to people. See, she would advise Cristina against doing what she was about to do even if it was probably the only thing Cristina needed to do at the moment. Cristina picked up her phone and made a number. She waited. He never changed his number. He was such a creature of habits.

"Hello?" A masculine voice answered.

She waited a couple of inane seconds, and they lasted an eternity in her mind. He took a sharp intake of breath once... twice... She did nothing but listening during this brief instant and when she hung up again, she could hear her heart beating faster in her chest.

"Take care now." is what he said in those last seconds they were connected. She was left to ponder how it meant nothing and it meant so much at the same time. She smiled. The scars were so fresh again.

"Take care..." she replied absentmindedly but he was long gone. It was her doing. It hurts. It still hurts like it was yesterday, the time she stood in the gallery watching him save a life, as she was cutting free the ropes of the sinking ship that was their relationship. Cristina wouldn't lie about that. She could lie about many things. But this was something else, this agony was something of a different nature entirely. She was a lost cause, her heart clenching tight in her chest. She bit her lips and fixed the envelope of the air balloon as it was laid out flat and stretched on the ground, an inflator fan placed at the neck. The balloon started to fill up with air and it was almost as magical as seeing the balloon soar in the air. Cristina took a deep breath. The basket was then attached to the envelope and the burner secured in place. With the balloon now half full of air, the pilot could finally fire up the burner which started leaking blue, white and yellow flames like a dragon. Cristina watched in awe as the balloon expanded toward the sky, filling with air, reminiscent of how lungs filled with oxygen.

She never wanted to experience that feeling again, to feel this powerless in front of someone, powerless to stop this feeling, unwilling to even put in an effort. She couldn't even if she tried. It was the kind of feeling you only felt once she was convinced. She put in a mental note to ask Meredith what she thought about that. She was a sucker for punishment after all. Meredith was generally as clueless as her in this matter, but she was also the only person in the world to speak her language, the only person to understand her, understand her contradiction. The kind of job she wanted to do, she couldn't do with this kind of weakness. She could never become the best loving Owen Hunt.

The co-pilot climbed in turn into the cradle ready to soar in the sky under the fascinated gaze of the children. The burner violently breathe fire again and she was reminded of the first time he ever kissed her, the first time they made love, the first time she told him about her father, the first time he told her those magical three words.

When in a relationship, from what Cristina learned over the years, you can't help but be consumed entirely by it. She almost lost herself in loving Burke and at the end of the day it still wasn't enough. She still had trouble on certain days calling it love. With Owen, she almost drowned, trying to navigate through the ups and downs of their relationship, literally suffocating as this other person she loved inhaled this oxygen that was once destined only to her, and the truth was she didn't even mind one bit, and had no regrets... For a long time, she was just blinded by this need to be with him, to want what he wants... This was the nature of deep passionate love she learned. But to be great, to be really great, to be remembered, to made her difference, a certain loneliness was required.

Cristina grabbed a piece of paper in the pocket of her blazer and her pen and drew quickly the balloon and the burner device. She crossed the paper with a line and drew a lung and its connected arteries...

You know you will get to the end soon but you don't mind the fall. He wants children. You don't. Most important thing for him is you and this desire to create a family. Most important thing for you is you and your career... You just can't see yourself abandoning your dream or taking breaks to change diapers... You just can't see yourself becoming this person he needs. It is incredibly selfish from your part. Unfortunately for him, for you, for the both of you, it is perfectly fine too.

Meredith awoke to the caress of the sheets on her naked skin, her face drowned in the fluffy pillows. The day it was, the absence of Derek Shepherd, her last conversation with Cristina came back to her in a continuous stream of random thoughts. It barely started to made sense when she smelled male cologne in the air, and it prompted her to open her eyes. The curtains drawn back, the skyscrapers seemed even more dizzying a sight by day than it had been last night. So, she remained in the bed a little while longer, soaking in the warmth of the additional comforter, feeling like she was suspended in the air.

She looked lazily over her shoulder. The bed was empty. She rolled on her side with a grunt, a bit annoyed that he left without saying goodbye. She was even a bit annoyed at herself for wanting him to say goodbye. She had to remind herself that she didn't do goodbyes to begin with.

"Did you sleep well?"

He came out of the bathroom, buttoning his shirt.

"You left. The bed was getting rather cold." She lied.

"My bad… Trust that I didn't want to have to do that..."

He was giving her that look again. It was difficult to describe it. It was not much of a stare, a simple gaze, but also an air of recognition. It was filled with lust and hunger but also sweet and tender. He would tilt his head in such ways staring into her eyes as if she was the only woman on earth. There was a certain intimacy to it, because she didn't know why but she was convinced not many people had seen that look on him. Not many people he regarded highly. It could have been him pretending, him being the best actor in the role of a temporary lover, him winning an academy awards right in front of her, but she was convinced somehow that there was some sincerity in the way he looked at her. That was crazy, right? It was the kind of soft lingering gaze she thought only people who have known each other for years could exchanged. It frustrated the way it unsettled her. The first time they met, his eyes had been cold and fierce... But now... It unsettled her deeply. So, she was the one who lied, who played a part, and pretended she was so used to all this, as if she spent the last decade, taking a different men to her bed each night. She shrugged, pretending not to believe him. He would forget about her as soon as he would pass that door and she will do the same. What made him different from the hundred of men she simply crossed path with after Derek? She swallowed hard. Was it something about him? Was she the one who was different? Meredith straightened up, wrapping the sheets around her to cover her nakedness.

"Oh but all good things must come to an end."

"You don't have to get out of bed just yet… You can stay as long as you want… Have breakfast…or Lunch… It's not Paris but well…"

Meredith frowned.

"What time is it?"

"Close to noon…"

She looked into his eyes. She found a confirmation there.

"What? You... you said you had to catch the first flight last night." She said, climbing down the bed, clumsily dragging the sheets with her. She should be getting dressed too. She needed to go home. She needed to call home. Where was her bag with her phone?

"Well, that was my plan… but thanks to you…" Warren continued as he buttoned his sleeves with the same care.

"Don't tell me you miss your flight because of poor little me? No!"

She teased, ruffling her blonde mane with expertise on her way to the bathroom. Well, she had to admit she still got it. She had to congratulate herself. She had to tell Cristina. She could still put a grown man to sleep. Who knew? Warren grabbed her fist on her way and pulled her toward him instead.

She smirked.

"Don't pretend to be apologetic? You did this on purpose."

"I'm so sorry. I was really in the mood… You were in the mood too I recall. I didn't take advantage. I wish... I could take the merit... I really wished at some point it's been my initiative but... no... I didn't take advantage."

"You didn't?"

"Nope! You seemed eager... to consent... and you did commit to the task wholeheartedly. You were committed..."

"Committed?"

"Very committed. It was what? Round 3 or 4…"

"More like round 7…"

"Oh don't flatter yourself, mister!"

"Or probably round 8… I was really in an Olympian shape, Dr Grey." Warren teased her, trying to keep a straight face.

Meredith tilted her head on the side, trying to remember. The memories came all jumbled, leaving her with an exhilarating sensation. She giggled and leaned against him with one arm against his chest.

"Maybe you're right, old man! You were indeed in shape last night."

"Don't do that thing with your mouth! It's distracting!"

"What thing?" She laughed mischievously.

"You know the thing you do... The thing that got us into trouble to begin with..."

"The thing that got us into trouble? You mean I got us into trouble?"

"It's evident you were sent by some higher power to distract me, Meredith. I have lots of responsibilities."

He said, grabbing a green tie in his travel bag. Meredith picked up a blue one instead and put it around his neck.

"Blue?" He asked.

"It's one of my favorite color."

"Good to know..."

"Your eyes... They are not just green... They have little sparks of blue at times in them."

He just smiled as she playfully pretended to choke him with the tie.

"What was I just saying?"

"That was just... a compliment of sorts. It was... just some attempt at... an offhand compliment."

"Inappropriate is what we are. Why fight against it?"

"Alright, you're right. I'm sorry I'm a distraction…"

"Since the minute I met you…"

"I'm sorry for distracting you, Chief Fresker. I promise I won't ever do it again."

"Damn right, it won't happen again… Dr Grey!"

"It won't."

His arm tightened around her waist again and he pulled her closer.

"It won't happen again."

"You look so good."

"I'm smelly and sweaty… I need a shower."

"You're beautiful."

"You're not listening."

"Well, you're naked. How can I listen?"

"Don't you have a plane to catch?"

"Well, the plane can wait."

"You were right. You're a born troublemaker… How can someone like you be chief?"

"How can someone like you not be living naked?"

"That's incredibly sexist. You should live naked too."

"Right now, I wish." He grinned with mischief.

"In another life, let's do that." Meredith finally consented.

Well, it had been fun.

"In this life, let's do that again." He retorted.

She pulled away reluctantly and sighed softly. Well, she needed to hit that shower now.

"I should probably go. This has a name. It's called "Children neglect". I'm a terrible mother."

"You are a very good mother, a well-adjusted quite spontaneous mother. They're lucky to have you."

He said as he quickly kissed the back of her neck.

"I'm not sure..."

"Tell the little one to blame it on me she didn't get breakfast this morning. It was delicious by the way."

"Do you ever stop?"

"Do you?"

She shook her head, laughing. He kissed her again on her lips.

"I thought you didn't like children."

"I don't. They're tiny and small... They asked too much questions."

"And Jackson?"

"He was almost grown-up. We were both teenagers. I'd like to see myself as the best friend who screwed his mom."

"You're still a teenager at heart."

"Yup, ma'am."

"Favorite band?"

"When I feel blue and depressed, I listened to Eminem."

"You're kidding right? "

"If only..."

"You're are so... I can't even find a word... for you. You need to go now. I can't be seen with you. Is that a new shirt?"

She said as she cut the price tag. Damn that shirt was expensive! He grabbed his coat on a hanger.

"A new everything… How do I look?"

"Dashing! Like an ad for an expensive watch or car… or both…"

"Thanks I guess… I have no time. I have to go to a meeting as soon as my plane land, thanks to you."

"God, this economy would be lost without you."

"I will miss you…"

"Liar…"

"I will miss your sarcasms."

"Liar..."

"I will miss your breasts."

"Okay, that's sounds more like the truth."

"Oh ! There's a car waiting for you downstairs. It will take you wherever you want today and tomorrow so you have time to get your rental."

"You didn't have to…"

"Well, I did anyway. Do you want me to wait for you?"

"I don't…think…It's… It's better if you just go."

They stood in an awkward silence. Meredith dropped the sheets and rolled a towel around her. Warren kept staring in a daze. She turned to find him stuck in the same spot. Okay, maybe she was messing a bit with him, just a little bit. It just felt exhilarating to discover she still have that much power on men.

"You're not going to be late again..."

He was startled out of his contemplation.

"Right!That's it! Okay, then I will be going!"

"Yes… It was nice to…"

She couldn't find any suitable words.

"It was just nice… I guess."

"Be careful when you walk the line... You know… Just be careful in general, Meredith!"

"You too."

"And you know where to find me…"

"Yup…I do. Like you said, let's get naked again sometimes in this life."

Why did she say that? She didn't really mean it, did she? It was a one-time thing. It didn't matter. That was why she hated goodbyes. She positively sucked at it. She just embarrassed herself right there.

He grabbed his travel bag on the edge of the bed seemingly oblivious.

"I'd like that."

He was by the door when he turned one more time toward her. She was behind him so she had no choice but to bump into him again. She awkwardly stumbled out of the way but he pulled her in a warm embrace. He didn't kiss her then but she knew he wanted to. She could see the hunger in his eyes just as clearly. For a brief second, she was lost in her own need too and really wished he pulled that towel from her and ravaged her just there. It was her last thought as he pulled away. He gave a polite nod she reciprocated somehow and she closed the door with a sigh. Well, that went surprisingly well. She almost did not die of embarrassment. Almost. It was truly like surgery. Getting right back into it hadn't been much of a problem. Cristina wouldn't believe this.

Meredith took a deep breath and then she laughed at the sight of the breakfast tray. Then as she gathered herself, standing for five minutes straight, her back getting cold against that door; she stared at the breakfast tray as the consequences of what she just did hit her or more precisely slammed her to the core. It took her twenty more minutes to take a shower, get dressed, drink some coffee and swallow some eggs and muffin...

She didn't bother checking out. She knew that he must have called the reception sometimes when she was asleep to get everything in order. She did not make it halfway through the sidewalk that a Black Escalade stopped in front of her with the driver circling the car to open the door for her.

The man held out a hand toward her.

"Dr Grey, good Morning. I'm Julian Dole. I will be your driver from now on. Your wish is simply my command."

Meredith stood, stunned.

"I can really go anywhere I want?" She laughed.

"Yes, as long as there is a road. You tell me what you want. You tell me where you want to go and I will try to make it happen. Dr Fresker was very specific that I assist you in the best of my abilities."

Meredith frowned, not knowing what to say. She was not really used to the princess treatment and a part of her was tempted to send Julian home and walked to the subway or call a cab. But when she really thought about it, it really didn't change anything. If he called for it and paid for it, it didn't make much sense to refuse his hospitality.

"I bet he was… Well, why not! I'd like to get fried chicken for starters. Really good fried chicken…Can we do that?"

"Of course…"

Meredith climbed in the back, pulling out her phone. She leaned against the window, the tall skyscrapers reflecting on the glass. Meredith closed her eyes.

They watched movies and they argued on what to make for dinner or who will cook. He won both time and prepared a Caesar salad. She resented him all evening, playing darts with the kitchen's door until he gave in. He cut her a slice of frozen chocolate cake for dessert that had sat on his freezer for ages. He knew he had brought the cake from his parents' house in Oklahoma at some point. But he couldn't remember the last time he had been there. But Vika was uncaring and defiant, swallowing each mouthful with obvious delights, clearly taking pleasure in torturing him. She sat down, smiled at him at the first mouthful, and ate the whole thing, slowly licking every nook and crevices of that spoon. He surprised himself then by kissing her left ear and well things soon took another turn. Unsurprisingly, one thing took to another and they did it on the kitchen counter, against the stair rail and in the shower. He slept like a dead person again and woke up in an empty bed… The usual. It surprisingly felt all familiar and Kyle had no idea why.

When he woke up, the first things he remembered were the slight relaxation of her jawline, the slight pucker of her pink lips, the childish way she closes her fist near her head when she sleeps. His first thought was basically the last thought he had before he fell asleep. Don't ask him. It was all nonsense to him too.

Discovering without surprise that the bed was empty, he had thought she went home until he heard noises in the backyard. She wore his sunglasses and not much else. She was floating on a fluffy mattress in the pool with his unique first edition of Gray's anatomy. He looked at the sky, the sun blaring, barely warm. The clouds were blown by a strong chill.

"Seems like someone is enjoying herself…"

"What can I say? I am easily entertained. You can thank me since I cleaned the pool. I could charge fifty bucks but I decided to do it pro bono. I'm in a mood these days. " She said as she sipped on a cocktail.

"Thank you. What are you drinking?"

"You don't wanna know. It's probably nothing healthy."

"You're still angry about last night."

"Not at all. Your house. Your rules, Man." She said teasingly.

"You know eating green won't kill you. "

She shrugged, not at all convinced.

"Anyway, did you make pancakes like yesterday? I'm famished." He said, scratching his head in amusement.

"You will find your cereal and soy milk ready, princess. "

"You're really angry." He laughed.

He could swear she blinked behind her glasses.

"So what now? You're gonna tell me you do fifty pool laps every morning to keep that insane body of yours. You will want me to do it too..."

He shook his head and disappeared inside the house. A couple of minutes later, she watched him come back with some granola bar in his mouth and two sets of boxing gloves.

"Did I ever show you the pool house?"

Vika grinned behind her glasses in answer.

The buzzer of his cell phone went off and it vibrated on the side table above his bed noisily. Amelia scooped it up, her face still hidden under the cover. She groggily noticed it wasn't hers and gave it to him. Owen answered, his eyes half-closed.

"Hello?"

His greetings was only met with silence. His eyes snapped back open and he bolted out of the bed, grabbing a sweatshirt on his way out of the trailer. The seconds passed and he knew it would end soon, so he paced anxiously. There were a thousand of things he could have said, should have said, wanted to say but nothing came out, as if his desire to freeze this moment in time, had frozen everything around him, including him. Of course, he knew it was her, it was not even the foreign caller ID that clued him in. He just knew her he wanted to say but instead he said nothing... until he was almost shouting.

"Take care now!"

Three simple words. One day at a time. Why was she doing this to him? Why were they doing this to each other." She hung up.

Did she had time to hear him? He pondered then. But he doesn't have time for a long introspection that he felt Amelia's presence behind.

"You okay?"

Even knowing she was there, he was startled when she spoke. The dead tone, resonating in his left ear, was very intrusive now, permeating the reality where Cristina Yang had essentially dumped him and left him behind... The reality where he had sex with someone else... Where he was essentially trying to commit in a relationship with someone else.

"Owen?"

He could see his reflection in one of the glass windows.

"What is it? Is it bad news?"

Owen turned to Amelia once more, swallowing the truth.

"Nope, Wilson, giving me a patient's update. It's fine." He lied.

"Wilson, she is into trauma... now? "

He shrugged.

"I don't really know. She is into a lot of things..." He replied.

"Yes, I like her but I don't really get what kind of surgeon she may become. Maybe she will stay in general..."

That was a harsh statement even coming from Amelia but he could admit he could see some truth in it. While Wilson reminded him of April in the sense that she showed the same promises, he had to often question her dedication... not her dedication really... because she did care for her patients. It was more a willingness to sacrifice some things to become better. His thoughts drifted to Cristina. He had his faults in this. But she went and sacrificed him so many time on the altar of her ambitions, he could never question that her career came first. It was always clear between them. He used to love the passion she exudes for their job...until it blew in his face.

"Sure? You look pale? What did Wilson told you exactly?"

"No... No, I'm actually... Huh? Nevermind... Everything is fine. I wouldn't mind some coffee and you?"

"Sounds good to me right now."

She nodded while pulling her hair in a messy ponytail. They stood awkwardly, neither one of them knew what to say. Owen moved first going back in the trailer. Amelia took a quick look at a watch. What was she supposed to do now? What were they supposed to do? Was that it? Were they a couple now? One of those straightforward and uncomplicated couple... Were they going to be exclusive now? Not that she had a long list of suitors she was supposed to treat by priority order but well, what a girl gotta do to shed some clear lights on her relationship. Did entering a relationship after a day like they had was such a good idea? Of course, she felt something for him. She didn't know what exactly but she felt understood by him. She needed just that these days, someone to be in her corner. It was more or less difficult since everybody around here was part of Meredith's crew.

Owen scratched his head as he absentmindedly stared at his cell phone. What if she was sick or hurt? Worse of all, what if she was perfectly fine without him? What if she made the wrong number? What if she called him only to spite him, knowing he would spent the day thinking about her, about them, about what he missed about them, about the mistakes he made, and the regrets he had.

Owen started to work in the background while Amelia sat on a chair outside, lost in her thoughts. She stared at the hills where she could have a good view of the Shepherd house. It took her breath away, standing with the sun reflecting in its open bay windows, a spot of modernity in the middle of this wilderness just like her beloved brother had wanted it. Still, she couldn't help but frown as ivy cascaded against its walls, growing tendrils in every direction. The driveway leading to the garage was punctuated with weeds and tangled thickets of thorn . A knotted cluster of defiant white Piper's anemone was now trying to drown the mailbox.

"Hey? You're already up. I will make coffee."

" It's a beauty. That house is amazing. "

Owen nodded as he stood up alongside her.

"I can't believe she would want to sell it. I don't understand how she could…"

"She is still selling it?"

"Who knows? One day she wants to, the next…"

"I couldn't keep living in the Fire station when… It's just a question of adjusting to the situation I guess. I do understand where Meredith is coming from with this."

"You still think about her..."

Owen shrugged.

"Well..."

"No, don't answer that. It's none of my business... or maybe it is... It should be if we're doing this... I would understand. I just want to know... or not...depending of the answer."

Owen frowned uneasily.

"I think about her sometimes. I will wonder what she is doing or how she's been... But I think about you two... a lot... a whole lot."

"Well, good answer. I think about you two. And you know, I understand the concept of adjusting… Even if I want to believe we could all do just that without destroying the very memory of my brother."

"I'm not sure… it's what she wants to do…"

"Hey, you want to do that?"

"What?"

"Adjusting… You want to adjust to the situation with me. You want to buy a house with me? I could probably do it alone but... It's a big house to share."

Owen frowned.

"Are you serious?"

Amelia shrugged.

"I don't know. Well, maybe I am… I am… serious. I want to move on. I want to start anew and really leave my past behind, do things differently, but I don't want to forget my brother. This house is everything that was my brother. He just loved that house so much and she is letting all that go to waste and I can't… watch while she does that… I want the house if she doesn't want it. "

"Amelia… about your past... We never discussed..."

"I don't want to talk about it... Whenever I talk about it or think about it... I think about my brother that I lost... It hurts. I'm not good with pain. It's okay if you don't want to… if you don't want me... I'm not good. I'm nothing special. I get it ! if it's too soon or… if you think we're doomed. Hell, I think we're doomed but I also think we're good together… Great even! You're good to me and… this is nice. Not being alone is nice! I'd like to do more of that."

" I was about to say, how do you like your coffee ?! But well, I guess you're right. Let's do more of that." He kissed her forehead.

"We're here, Dr Grey."

Meredith sighed. Her phone rang. Mc Frosty was on the caller I.D. Meredith suppressed a smile.

"You called. You're not supposed to do that."

"I know."

"It breaks a rule in my casual sex book."

"Let's burn that book."

She said nothing.

"Are you home?"

"Nope… I'm busy chasing after other unavailable men. Seeing that being suspended and all; I have all the free time in the world now."

"Any luck so far?"

"Well, I'm still working on it. The day is young. Are you already in the air?"

"Yes..."

"Are there clouds?"

"Yes…"

"Are there peanuts?"

"You like peanuts?"

"It sounds gross when you say it like that."

"Do you prefer "I had delicious peanuts just after take off, Meredith"."

Meredith laughed.

"Sounds worse."

"Say hi to your husband for me."

"How do you know?"

He said nothing.

"Warren… Let me be clear, it was round six…"

"My bad… I owe you…"

"You owe me, you thug."

"I'm going to hung up now. I'm not supposed to use my phone during the whole take off process… I'm getting glares from the pretty flight attendant. She was so pretty a minute ago. She reminds me of you."

"You're one of those bad boys who pretend to be good boys."

"You do have a special appreciation for those?"

Meredith opened her mouth to say something but realized with a snicker that he was probably right.

"Hum… I do love trouble. Trouble is my friend."

"See you around, Meredith."

"Have a nice day, Mc Frosty. "

As she hung the phone, she sat there a couple more minutes, staring in the distance. She closed her eyes and finally got down. She put on her sunglasses, picked up her bucket of fried chicken wings while the driver handed her the flowers and a plaid. She took another deep breath and started walking among the tombstones.

= "She is going Home " Part 2