I've been watching Private Practice and have fallen in love with Amelia's storyline – so I decided to add her into my little story for good. I really hope everyone enjoys! Don't forget to review, because reading them really do make my day!

Chapter Twenty-Two: Accidents Happen

Derek and his seventeen year old younger sister Amelia walked through the doors of the high school together that morning. He looked a lot better than he had been since his father's murder, he was getting dressed instead of throwing on whatever before he left his house. He washed his hair again and took showers every day. Amelia, on the other hand, looked a little rough. Her eyeliner was smudged around her bloodshot eyes, her hair was greasy and not properly brushed. Derek glanced in her direction and she glanced in his, flashing him a quick smile, "So, where are all the hot dudes in this joint? Meredith told me there was a lot," she said bluntly.

The older sibling knew she was grieving, but he didn't like seeing her baby sister behave in this rebellious manner, she wasn't supposed to grow up. She wasn't supposed to know the pain in this cruel world. She was just… supposed to stay little and safe. "Not talkin', huh?" Amelia added, shrugging her slender shoulders and running her fingers through her long, brunette hair, "fine, that's cool. I'm gonna go find your girlfriend. The cafeteria's this way, right?" She glanced in Derek's direction again, but didn't give him time to answer, "Fuck it, I'll find it."

With that, she turned the corner with Derek following slowly behind. He hated seeing her like this.

"Hi, Amelia, how're you doing?" Meredith pulled the frail, pastel girl into a tight hug with a wide smile on her face.

Amelia kept her arms around her friend and smiled the same smile, "Actually," she paused, pulling out of the hug but keeping her hand on her upper arms, "I've never felt better."

"Really?" Meredith asked, confused, but not letting the smile fade from her expression. She glanced in Derek's direction who was sitting at the cafeteria table, not paying any attention as he ate his breakfast.

"Yeah," Amelia nodded, quickly taking a seat beside her big brother. The brunette looked at him – but he still gave her no eye contact. No contact whatsoever, and Meredith let her smile slowly fade as she watched the two of them. Something was wrong.

"So what are you doing here?" Meredith asked curiously.

Amelia looked down at her hands that she folded together on top of the table before letting out a quick sigh and shifting her gaze the her friend's, "Well, I just wanted a change. And my other school was pissing me off – way too preppy for my taste and the girls were nothing but bitches. The dudes were all too full of themselves to even find attractive and…. I don't know. Just… wanted a change. Get the fuck out of my everyday environment, ya know?"

Then Izzie and George approached the table and sat down on either side of Meredith, "Hey, another new kid," Izzie said as she took a bite of her toast.

"Izzie, George," Meredith paused, looking between the too before shifting her gaze to the brunette across the table, "this is Amelia Shepherd, Derek's sister."

"What's up?" Amelia added, nodded her head once at them.

"Nice to meet you," George and Izzie both responded.

"Right back at ya," Amelia rose from her seat, pulling her class schedule from her back pocket and waving it a couple of times, "I'll catch you all later. I'm gonna go learn where my classes are before they actually start. Don't wanna be late on my first day."

With that, she left the cafeteria, and Meredith looked at her boyfriend across the table whose eyes were fixated on his tray still, "Derek," she paused, getting his attention. He finally lifted his gaze to her, "what's wrong with her? She's acting… weird."

"She's high as a kite," Izzie chimed in with a half smirk on her face until she realized no one else was amused. Her smirk faded and she glanced at all the eyes looking at her now, "What? You couldn't tell?"

Derek looked a little shocked before an expression anger filled his features.

When Amelia was alone in the bathroom moments later, she checked underneath the stalls and all around the small room before taking a tiny baggy from the inside pocket of her black, leather jacket. Contained in the baggy were a total of six little pastel pink pills. Oxycodone. She glanced around her once more before removing one of the pills and popping it into her mouth, dry swallowing it.

"So have you talked to Alex yet?" George asked Izzie as they took their seats in their first our art class. He placed his backpack to the left of him on the floor, unzipping it and pulling out his notebook for the class before looking at the blonde across from him.

"Not yet," Izzie replied with a small sigh, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her light pink hoodie that was hiding her growing baby bump, "but I plan on it as soon as I see him today."

George nodded before remembering what had happened to him yesterday before Izzie got into a fight with that redheaded girl and a smile formed on his lips quickly, "Oh, guess what!" He whispered, leaning forward closer to his best friend, "I talked to April."

An excited grin was then plastered onto Izzie's features and she slapped the table gently, "Shut up. You did not."

"Oh, but I did."

"What'd you say?"

But before George was able to answer, the art room door opened and in walked the auburn haired, doe eyed student, clutching her books in front of her chest. George and Izzie fell silent, and quickly looked away from April as if she'd know they were talking about her by the expressions on their faces.

"She's looking at you," Izzie grinned as her green eyes shifted in the girl's direction.

"She is?"

"She totally is."

George turned his head to look over his shoulder, and as soon as he looked at April, the auburn haired girl looked away as quickly as their gaze met. George looked back at Izzie was a hopeful smile on his face, "Oh my God, she was."

Izzie grinned an even wider grin, "Go, George." She praised.

After first period was over with, Cristina had wondered where Owen was the entire class period. He didn't even answer her text messages. She put her phone away into the back pocket of her jeans as she stood from her desk and walked out of the class room to her locker across the hall.

"Hi again," she heard his familiar voice.

"What do you want, Avery?" She replied, her tone becoming annoyed.

"We aren't on a first name basis, Cristina?" He asked, leaning against the locker next to hers as he did the day before, trying to look as sexy as possible.

All she did was look at him, then shake her head to tell him 'no'.

"So what should I call you? Yang?"

She shook her head again, digging inside her locker before finding her art book, "Don't call me anything." She shut her locker, then turned away from him.

Jackson didn't leave her alone though, he quickly followed beside her, "Come on. What's your boyfriend got that I don't got?"

"A brain," the bitter student retorted with a smirk on her face as she looked back at him when he stopped in the middle of the hall. Giving him a gentle wave with her hand as she continued down the hall, all Jackson did was stand there and grin, checking her out with every step she took. He licked his caramel colored lips before turning and making his way to his own class.

All the while, Owen was standing at the end of the hall having come to school late after a dentist appointment and his phone had been turned off since he hadn't paid his phone bill for the month yet. He witnessed the whole scene – that "pretty boy" gawking at his girlfriend. He felt his jaw tighten as he watched Jackson Avery head into his next class.

Meredith headed to her Spanish class where she found an eager looking Lexie sitting in the desk beside hers. Since when did Lexie stop hating her she wondered? Meredith took a seat beside her sister and beside she was even able to greet her, Lexie blurted out, "I had sex with Mark," her tone was a whisper, and Meredith's eyebrows lifted as she didn't expect to hear that.

She had no words to say, and Lexie just sat there, waiting on the edge for her sister to say something. Anything, "Well?"

"Well…." Meredith started, but never finished.

"You have nothing to say?"

"How was it?" Meredith asked, not really caring for the answer, yet she didn't know what else to say in the moment.

Lexie cocked her head to the side slightly, then looked down at the surface of the desk, her cheeks turning the pastel pink on her pale complexion, "It- it was… okay, I guess. Good," she paused, shaking the thought of last night out of her head, "but that's not what I wanna talk to you about."

"Okay…" Meredith paused, anxiously waiting for Lexie to continue.

"I told him I loved him."

"You did what?" Meredith's eyes opened even wider, shaking her head at her naïve sibling, "Lexie… it's bad enough you slept with the guy. You told him you loved him too?"

"The thing is… he didn't say it back," Lexie said, looking as though she could cry at any moment, "Is that- that's not good, is it? He- he doesn't even care, does he?"

Meredith could see the pain growing in her expression and she reached out to place a hand on her forearm, "Lexie," she paused with a sigh, giving her arm a couple of comforting rubs but all the while knowing it wouldn't really be enough, "I can't tell you what goes on in Mark Sloan's mind. All I know is, I don't trust him. Even Derek doesn't trust him, and they're like brothers."

Lexie looked down at the surface of the desk again, running her fingers through her soft, brunette hair and letting out a deep sigh to keep from crying, "Maybe I should just end it then… God," she paused, closing her eyes, "I can't believe I even had sex with him. I'm such a retard."

"You're not, Lexie," Meredith shook her head, "lots of girls have fallen for Mark Sloan. They always get hurt. You can't blame yourself, you didn't know."

Lexie wiped her eyes before any tears could fall and she leaned back in her desk, "Would you mind if I stayed at your house tonight?"

Meredith wasn't expecting that. Though, she didn't expect anything Lexie had said today. Taking a few moments to let the question sink in, she finally nodded her head and gave her sister's arm a squeeze, "If you want to, yeah… you can."

Lexie gave Meredith a gentle smile, and she smiled back before removing her hand from her arm. Then they did the Spanish assignment on the black board together.

"No way!" Teddy exclaimed in a loud whisper as she walked beside her lesbian friend in the school library. The librarian looked at both Teddy and Arizona with a scowl on her face, telling them to be quiet. Teddy gave the librarian an acknowledging nod before her and the shorter blonde walked behind and book shelf – not even bothering to look for books, "he caught you naked in bed together?"

Arizona nodded, "Yeah, it was absolutely horrifying. I don't think I've ever been so scared in my entire life."

"Well yeah, especially when you're like her forbidden girlfriend."

"I know," Arizona nodded once again, looking up at her friend, "He kicked her out of her house."

Teddy stopped in her tracks, and Arizona stopped beside her. A stunned look formed on her face, "Are you serious?"

"Dead serious, that'd be a crappy thing to joke about, Teddy," Arizona responded, "I just feel really bad. I feel like it's all my fault. I mean, Calliope still hasn't left me yet and I don't know whether to be flattered or what because…. It's like she's choosing me over her family. And I don't know what I'd do without my family, ya know? I should probably talk to her about what she wants, because if this isn't what she wants I would much rather her follow her heart. Even though… I love her."

Teddy nodded along with what Arizona was saying. She really did feel bad for her friend, it must have been hard, "So where's Callie staying now?"

"Oh, with me," Arizona answered, "she said it's the only place she can go. And my mom welcomed her with open arms. I love my mom, God, she's so cool."

"Yeah, she really is," Teddy responded. As they continued walking, a figure turned the corner and bumped directly into Teddy, causing the other student to drop their books.

"God, I'm sorry," the student told her, and when she looked up, Teddy saw that it was Addison. You could now cut the awkward tension with a knife around them as Addison bent over to grab her book from the floor. When she stood up, neither girl said anything.

Arizona just stood there, as baffled as ever as she looked between her friend and the redhead. A few more moments of them not talking, not giving each other eye contact, Addison finally turned and left the book she was going to check out on a table before leaving the library all together.

"Okay," Arizona paused, shifting her gaze from the library door to her tall, blonde friend, "what was that? That was super awkward, I thought you guys were good?"

"I really don't wanna talk about it," Teddy exasperated, placing her hand on her forehead and closing her eyes as she now felt a headache coming on.

Then the bell rung, and Arizona groaned inwardly as she had to get to class, "Fine. But this isn't over. I'll call you later tonight because now I'm dying to know." With that, Arizona sent a small, dimpled smile in Teddy's direction before waving her off and leaving the library.

Izzie left the school building to head out to the gym in the portable building, curious to see if that Reed bitch was flirting with her boyfriend again. As Izzie turned the corner, she stuffed her hands into the pocket of her hoodie again since it better helped hide her baby bump. When she looked up from the pavement, she noticed the redhead coming right for her, then Izzie stopped, getting prepared to throw another punch. But Reed didn't stop. She just gave the blonde an icy glare before passing her by on the pavement to head into the school building. Izzie grinned inwardly, satisfied that Reed didn't even stop to fight her. She must have been too scared to receive more of what she got the day before – and that lip looked pretty nasty. It was swollen twice its size today.

The pregnant sixteen year old made her way into the gym, then snuck into the boys' locker room. There were a few guys left inside, who whistled as she walked in, joking to themselves. They left the locker room and Izzie found Alex, slipping back on his t-shirt, "Hey," Alex told her with a growing smirk on his face, but the expression wasn't returned. She just stood there, and Alex knew she was pissed. About what, he wasn't sure, "what's wrong?"

"Like you don't know," Izzie bit back at him.

"No," Alex cocked an eyebrow, scoffing out a quick laugh, "I really don't."

"Maybe you should ask Reed."

He was still a little confused, the same expression on his face and Izzie rolled her eyes, knocking her head back to look at the ceiling briefly, "Ugh," she then averted her gaze back to her boyfriend's, "I saw you two flirting. Don't play stupid, Alex."

Alex felt his jaw tense up, as he hated being accused of things he didn't even do. His locker slammed shut, causing a loud echo to bounce off the walls of the locker room and even Izzie flinched hard at the startling sound, "Are you fucking kidding me, Izzie?" He let his voice rise into somewhat of a yell. Izzie could now see he was extremely pissed, and it confused her and almost scared her.

"Do you really think I would have said all that crap to you in the trailer park if I was gonna go flirt with other chicks? Is that really the kind of guy you think I am? Listen, Iz, I know I fucked up once – but there wasn't a baby involved back then, or at least I didn't know there was!" He approached his pregnant girlfriend, frowning the meanest frown she had ever seen – and she could also see so much emotion in his eyes that it almost tore her up inside, "You're having my kid, Izzie. Mykid. If I didn't wanna be a part of that I would have never told you I did. If I didn't want you, I wouldn't give a crap. Don't you see that?" With that, she pushed passed her and made his way out of the locker room, leaving Izzie there with tears starting to form in her eyes.

"I feel like I should get your mom something," Callie said as she lounged on the pink window seat in front of Arizona's bedroom window later that night, "you know, to say thank you."

Arizona let out a soft giggle, crossing her legs Indian style on her Hello Kitty bedspread, "Calliope, you've said thank you – like fifty times now. Trust me, my mom knows how much you appreciate what she's done for you."

"You think?"

"I know," the blonde nodded, patting the mattress as a signal she wanted her girlfriend beside her.

Callie got up from the window seat and approached the bed, "And… your mom's cool with me sleeping in the same bed as you?" The Latina was hesitant as she climbed onto the soft material and easing herself down beside the blonde.

"Yep," Arizona said with a quick nod, "my mom's not stupid. She already knows that we… ya know," a shade of pink washes over Arizona's pale cheeks, "and she's cool with it. She said she's actually thankful it's a girl I'm sleeping with. I can't get pregnant," the blonde giggled again.

"I can't believe how amazing and cool your mom is. I wish my family could be that way – or at least a little more understanding," the brunette let out a sigh, a look of sadness formed deep into her features and Arizona could plainly see it, which made her sad for her girlfriend.

"I'm sorry, Calliope."

"It's not your fault."

"But-," Arizona paused, leaning back against her mattress and plopping her head onto her white pillow, "I feel like it is."

Callie looked down at her before shaking her head, "Don't."

Arizona's eyes met with the chocolate brown ones, "Don't?"

"It's not your fault. I love you. It's no one's fault but my father's. If he can't see how happy you make me then… I'm not going to be unhappy for him. Don't ever blame yourself for my father's mistakes, Arizona. Ever."

Arizona felt her smile return, a few tears of happiness stinging her deep blue eyes. She pulled Callie's arm, tugging her backwards onto the mattress with her before placing a loving kiss on her girlfriend's full lips, "I love you too."

Meanwhile, Derek just walked into his house and was welcomed by the sound of a door slamming as hard as it could possibly be slammed, causing him to jump slightly. "What's that about?" He asked his mother upon entering the kitchen.

"Oh," she sighed, sitting down at the island, holding a cup of hot tea in her hands, "Amelia. She wanted to go out with some friends to the movies tonight, but it's already ten o'clock. She knows I don't like her going out so late on a school night, so when I told her 'no' she… got upset and stormed into her bedroom."

"Hmm," Derek replied, witnessing how Amelia's behavior was upsetting their mother. He didn't like it. She had been through enough, "I'll go talk to her."

"Maybe we should just give her some space."

"I have something I want to talk to her about anyway," he paused, giving his mother a small smile, "Good night, mom."

"Night, Derek."

Derek made his way upstairs and down the hall to his sister's bedroom before gently knocking on the door, "Amelia," he called to her through the wood.

"Go away, Derek!" She screamed.

Derek tried to turn the handle, but she had locked the door.

"Amelia."

"I SAID GO AWAY!"

Something was thrown into the door, causing Derek to move backwards with the thud. Shaking his head in disappointment, he decided to give Amelia a little space but he'd definitely be having a talk with her tomorrow.

Amelia was coming down from her high with only one Oxi left. A single, little pale, pink pill that she knew wouldn't last her the entire night. Fucking parents. She needed to leave, to go score some more drugs. To make the pain vanish. About an hour later, when Amelia couldn't stand it anymore, she pulled her last pill from her pocket and placed it on her dresser. Looking around the room, she found a metal candle holder that she slammed into the pill, crushing it to dust. She lined up that dust with her long expired library card before bending over and snorting the Oxycodone up her nostril. She heard that if you snort it, you'll get high almost instantly. With a smile on her face, Amelia soon learned that that was definitely a true statement.

An idea popped into a brain. Amelia left her room once everyone was asleep around midnight, then headed downstairs. A large smile of satisfaction formed on her lips when she spotted Derek's car keys through her blurred vision hung up on the hook by the front door. She removed them, then left her house, shutting the door gently behind her. Proud of herself, she quickly got into her brother's car and started it up – hoping no one heard the engine in the house.

Amelia pulled her cell phone from her pocket and sent her friend a quick text. 'Hey, is that party still happening? I'm on my way. I've got 50 on me, how much will that get me?'

Her thumb pressed the send button and she dropped her phone into the cup holder before pulling out of the driveway. Amelia's head was swimming and her vision was blurred, and as she drove down the dark Seattle streets, she felt herself dozing off. With a hard shake of her head, she forced herself to stay awake – clutching the wheel tightly. But she wasn't strong enough. Her eyes fell, her head dropped and the wheel turned. The car smashed into a tree not long after.

Sorry that took a little while. My girlfriend and I just moved into our new apartment and we don't have internet yet. But I hope you enjoyed! Please, please, please review and tell me what you think.