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Amelia POV

Most doctors will tell you they pray for a quiet day at the hospital. A day where there are no emergencies and everything goes smoothly. I understand where they're coming from, it's nice to have a schedule, but there is nothing I hate more than slow days. I hate sitting around and waiting. I end up doing scut just as a reason to keep going. Hunt told me several times today that the interns and residents could handle what I was doing, but I had no surgeries and therefore nothing better to do. I can't go home because I need to be here in case of an emergency, but there is nothing to do. Boredom is the worst because it's when my mind begins to wander, and that's the last thing I need.

I wander through to OR2s gallery, the board said Arizona is operating so if nothing else it'll keep my mind occupied. I hadn't been sat there long when a commotion begins. My girlfriend has kicked out her intern for sneezing and causing a ruptured vein and now she has completely stopped. "I need someone more experienced than interns if this kid is going to survive." She tells somebody through a speaker phone that one of the nurses is holding.

"There is noone else. Dr Wilson went home with flu, the other residents and Dr Karev are all in surgeries." I hear Hunt's voice echo through the speaker. Without thinking too much more, I press the button on the intercom in the gallery.

"I'm free. Need me to scrub in?" I offer and Arizona's head flicks towards me.

"Do you not have any surgeries?"

"Not unless an emergency comes in and Koracick should be out of his in 10 minutes and free to take over if anything comes in. I'm free, what do you need?"

"Oh thank god. Scrub in, as quick as you can please." Arizona says, expressing clear relief.

I quickly make my way down to the OR and scrub ready to go in. I'm not sure what I'm going to be doing - I haven't operated on anything that wasn't the brain or spine in over a decade. As I make my way in Bohkee gloves me and puts on my gown. "Where do you need me?"

"Foster kid was shot in a drive by. I thought it would be simple - remove the bullet and stop the bleeding but come look at this." Arizona explains and I walk towards the patient. He has two tumours that I can see - one of which seems to be feeding directly from the renal artery.

"Oh my god. Has he been diagnosed? Is this in his medical records?"

"The only thing this kid has been diagnosed with is psoriasis. On paper, he is perfectly healthy." Arizona sighs.

"You said he was in foster care? Does he have anyone we can call?"

"I asked one of the nurses to call his social worker. He has a long road ahead. More retraction please?"

"What do you need me to do?"

"I need you to use your steady neuro hands, can you do that? I need you to make sure that this bullet does not move, not even an inch until I can resect around it."

"On it. Forceps please Bohkee."

With the bullet removed, we are left with just the tumours on show. "What's next? Close up and wait for the social worker?" I ask my girlfriend.

"Kill the intercom please." Arizona says, looking up to see a few members of staff sat watching. "What's next is we try to remove as much of the tumours as we can. Most Foster kids have bare minimum health insurance, only really covers emergencies. If we remove the tumours now we can say that the bullet caused emergency damage and hopefully give this kids a better chance at life."

"I'm in. Let's do it."

I let Arizona take the lead, this is her speciality, not mine. I do as I'm told, helping in any way possible until Arizona is stood still, staring at the connection with the renal artery.

"If I resect any more, the artery might burst but if I don't, chances are it'll grow back with a stronger connection."

"Okay, then what? What happens if it grows back?"

"A lot of chemo, radiation, dialysis and a slim chance of survival."

"But if we resect the chances are better?" I confirm and Arizona nods. "Then we resect. I'll be ready to clamp if it bursts, and then we go from there."

"Okay. Let's do it."

"I can't believe we got it all. He's going to be okay right?" I ask Arizona as we leave the OR.

"He's got a long road ahead of him, but he's got a chance to be okay. Thank you, for stepping in last minute. I really needed that."

"Not a problem, you did all the hard work. I was just there for the ride." I grin and she shakes her head. "But seriously, no big deal. It was nice getting to work with you, I can't remember the last time we were in the OR at the same time."

"I believe it was last June, woman with an aneurysm went into preterm labour." Arizona reminds me.

"Oh yeah, I remember that. Difficult case but somehow they both survived. We are a good team Robbins."

"So I've been meaning to ask you something." Arizona says quietly before getting into bed.

"What's going on?"

"I have a thing next month, and I was hoping you would come with me."

"What type of thing?"

"A Timothy related thing." Arizona says significantly quieter than she started the conversation.

"Timothy?" I ask carefully, not wanting to overstep. I can tell she is anxious, which isn't something that happens often, so I stay quiet and wait for her to continue.

"My brother. Every year for his birthday, I go to the beach in San Francisco. It takes a while to get there so normally I take about 3 days off work, and I go to the beach. San Francisco was the last place we went together before he died so ever since, I made sure to go for his birthday. I know its a lot to ask, you have work and things and I left things a little last minute but - "

"I'll have to talk to Bailey about getting time off, but of course I'll come with you. Does Sofia come too?" I ask curiously, trying to understand the plans.

"No, it's her spring break so she is with Callie." Arizona says and I see her carefully wiping her eyes.

I wrap my arms around my girlfriend and she leans against my chest.

"Tell me about Timothy?" I ask Arizona cautiously, giving her full control over what to bring up.

"He was smart, like really smart, but he never showed it. I think he thought people would think he was less cool or something. And we used to fight, all the time, over the stupidest things, but he always made sure to check on me before bed, make sure we weren't still fighting. When I was sure about my sexuality, he was the first person I came out to. I really wasn't sure what he was going to say, I was terrified, but he reached under his bed for a playboy magazine and pointed at the cover and asked me to settle an argument he'd been having with a friend about who was hotter. He protected me from the bullies at school and supported me every step of the way."

"I wish I could have met him. He sounds awesome."

"He was. He was awesome. His only flaw was refusing to be in photos with me. It's days like this I wish we had a photo together. Where neither of us are wearing a diaper."

"I don't have many photos of Derek and I either. I know the feeling and it sucks."

"It does. Derek knew you were Bi right?" Arizona asks me, and I nod to confirm. "How'd you do it? How'd you tell him?"

"I didn't, not exactly. He caught me making out with a girl when I was supposed to be in math. Honestly he didn't care about the girl, he cared that I was skipping class. We made a deal that he wouldn't tell our mom about the girl if I agreed to not skip lessons to make out with people." I explain, thinking back to that day. "I never skipped school again, and I only made out with people in my free time."

"That sounds embarrassing, but also kind of perfect."

"It was awkward, but I was relieved, I was sick of hiding and he didn't judge me, or tell anyone. Honestly I'm not sure if my mom knows. I'm sure my sisters do so they probably told her, they tell her everything. But I've never directly spoken to her about it. I've never had the need to until now." I reveal, having the sudden revelation out loud.

"Well, if you decide to tell your mom, you know I'll be here for you." Arizona tells me with a small smile.

"I know. I'll tell her next time I talk to her, which will probably be my birthday, so I still have a few months. I know I've told you we don't have the best relationship, but she isn't a bad person. She will tell me she is glad I'm happy, but secretly think our relationship is doomed."

"Why would she think that?"

"I'm hurricane Amelia, I leave a trail of ruin behind me, or at least I used to. That's why I hadn't told her about you yet, I needed to prove we could last." I reason with myself, as well we to Arizona.

"My dad knows about you, well, I mean, he knows your name and that we are dating."

"When did you tell him?" I ask. I wasn't aware her parents knew about me. Not that I kind, it's just surprising.

"He came to visit last year, you know that week where I agreed to leave you alone and we didn't talk until you had that nightmare and Meredith called me? He could tell I was distracted, so I told him I was thinking of you. I didn't say any details, just your name and I missed you but we had both been busy. Since then, whenever we talk, he asks about you."

"I like him already."

"He's been asking to meet you for over 6 months. Is that something you're up for? Not right now but at some point?" She asks cautiously, unsure if it would be too soon.

"I would love to meet the guy who raised a daughter this amazing. Just let me know when he's next in town."

"Seriously?"

"Absolutely."

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