more than i can hold in my heart.

black lives matter

a/n: i rlly think stephanie edwards is so underrated and she had so much potential, and they just did her wrong smh

she's benley's niece so true

anyway this is about racism and police brutality. now i am not Black, nor do i claim to be, so this might be a little unrealistic, bc we all know that most do not get happy endings, but this oneshot is to show:

1) that black lives matter, and racism has to stop. we are all equal, we are human. promote equal rights.
2) benley's relationship w their niece, stephanie edwards

also, i am filipino, and just a few hours ago, there's been another issue with police brutality and in honor of that, i say that police shouldn't be given that much power, bc power can be abused, and that's def what they're doing. stop police brutality. do not just glance at it and joke about it, it is true, and we deserve more than crappy police who can go around shoothing innocent ppl. and we will most definitely not forget.

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Miranda's phone rang, tearing her out of her slumber.

She stirred, her nose scrunching up as she started to become conscious. She looked to her side, where her husband was also waking up.

"Ben?" She murmured, moving his arm. "Ben, get the phone."

He groaned, and wiped his face lazily as the ringing continued. "What?"

"The phone!" Her eyes were wide open now, sleep forgotten.

Miranda watched as Ben turned around, reaching for the phone on the bedside. He squinted at the bright screen and he frowned.

"Well? Who is it?"

"It's… It's Edwards." He looked at her curiously.

She frowned, and turned to look at the clock. It was 2:34 in the morning. She reached for the phone and answered it, exhaling as the loud sound stopped.

"Hello, Edwards?"

Miranda heard heavy breathing, and a sigh. "Hey, mom."

She frowned again, because that was definitely Stephanie's voice. She glanced at Ben, who was frowning at her, confused. "Um, Edwards, this is Dr. Bailey. I think you got the wrong--

She was cut off. "Yeah, mom, I'm fine, but a couple officers pulled me over and I asked for a phone call. I… I forgot my ID at the hospital."

Miranda perked up. She pulled the covers off her, and walked quickly to her closet. "Alright, Stephanie, you listen closely, do not do anything rash, we're coming in a few minutes. Where are you?"

"Just a couple blocks from Joe's. You'll spot me there." She spoke quickly, and Miranda could feel her heart pound in her chest.

"Okay, we'll be there in 10."

"Thanks… mom." The call ended abruptly.

"Miranda?" She heard Ben's voice from behind her as she started to strip her night clothes. "Hey, what happened? Why are we leaving, where are we going?"

"It's Stephanie."

"Well, obviously."

"She got pulled over." That one sentence sent Ben out of the bed, taking his sweatpants off.

They quickly dressed, and headed out their bedroom.

She glanced at Tuck's room. "Shit."

Ben followed her gaze, and cursed under his breath. They almost forgot about their teenager. "Maybe we should leave him a note so he doesn't panic?"

Miranda nodded. "Start the car."

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She glanced at Ben as she drove to the Emerald City Bar. They looked around, spotting Stephanie a couple of blocks away, just as she said.

It was a dark corner, and as she parked near the bar, Ben grabbed her hand. "It'll be okay. She's got us."

Miranda shook her head. "As long as there's prejudice… it's never going to be okay."

He nodded gravely as they got out of the car.

"Officer?" Ben spoke first as he approached the scene, raising his hands, and he watched as Miranda took her place next to him, raising her hands as well. "We're… um, her parents." He nodded to Stephanie, whose hands were raised, and her back turned to them.

The two officers were white, just as they expected. The first one was a redhead with minimal facial hair, and blue eyes. He had a gun raised to Stephanie, and Miranda could clearly see his hands shaking. The one on the left was a little calmer, but she could see fear in his eyes too. His dark hair almost covered his eyes, but she knew he was wary of them. He had his right hand rested on his gun holster.

"Stay where you are!" The redhead pointed the gun at them, and they both froze, including the young woman standing in front of them. "Don't you dare move!"

Miranda gritted her teeth, hating that they had the power, hating that there is power in their hands, and they have no choice but to follow them, or else they'll take their lives too, like the countless others who died for no fucking reason at all. "We're just here to pick up our daughter. We're surgeons, I'm Chief of Surgery at Grey-Sloan Memorial, that hospital, right there. My husband and child are residents." Her tone was surprisingly calm, despite the anger bubbling up in her stomach.

The officer on the left stepped forward. "Can I see some ID?"

Stephanie spoke, her voice a little shaky, but still proud. Miranda was glad her spirit hadn't been broken yet. "I told you, I left it at the hospital. I was going back to get it."

The redhead officer shouted. "Shut up! We're not asking you."

Miranda could feel Ben vibrating in anger beside her. "We're going to get our IDs from our pockets, alright?"

The dark-haired officer stepped forward, his other hand kept on her holster, and watched them intently as they produced their means of identification. "You can prove she works at the hospital?"

"I can vouch for it," Miranda said with a little attitude, aware that the other one was glaring at them. "I'm the first Black woman appointed as Chief of Surgery, I suggest you put a little trust in me."

She assumed the man in front of her was a little less prejudiced than the other one (not that that mattered, he was still wary of Black people and a little can go a long way), since he nodded and walked away.

He put his hand on his fellow officer's raised gun and put it down. "Let them go, Harrison."

"But--

"Let's go."

They entered the police car, and sped away, leaving the three breathing in relief.

Stephanie turned, and before Miranda could ask if she's okay, the young girl engulfed her in a tight hug.

"Thank you, thank you," Stephanie cried into her shoulder. "T-they asked me to lay on the ground… and… g-good thing they allowed me one phone call."

They pulled away from the hug, and the young woman looked up at Ben. "Thanks, Warren."

Ben smiled. "It's no problem. You should go home. It's late."

Stephanie nodded. "You're right." She wiped the tears from her face. "But… can I stay over with you?" She glanced at Miranda, and she stammered. "I-If that's okay."

The older woman nodded. "Of course, baby."

She smiled. "Thank you. Really. Thank you."

"We got your back, Stephanie." Miranda proclaimed, and while her body was still thrumming with anger, she was grateful that nothing worse had happened before they arrived. "Come on, let's get your ID, and we can go."