B E T T Y | Grey's Anatomy

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What's a Grey's couple you've always wanted to happen but never has?

I've always wanted Arizona and Amelia... or Amelia and Charlotte but that's Private Practice. Let me know, I'm interested hahah.

The blue of the sound takes more of a turquoise hue than usual. The water is commonly grey, reflecting the slate-coloured architecture, and if you stand in the wrong place, the bounce of light from the space needle will refract in the water and set your corneas ablaze, like the mirror in Athens that lights the olympic torch (but less meaningful and much more painful, the teenager guesses). Betty is not convinced how much of the greyness of the water is reflections and how much is Seattle smog that's sludged and settled, smothering the biome. The turquoise hue could be algae after all, or exhaust fumes that have mixed with another colour, like natures weird painting. Betty isn't too optimistic that the water is actually clear for once.

If Betty peers down far enough she can see her guilty visage. A movie begins to play over the ripples in the water, depicting each moment of Betty's guilt. The first lie, the first-last high. Amelia, peering over her as she sits by Owen Hunt's fire.

"Are you high?" She asked, a disapproving glint in her eye.

"No." Betty lied. "I'm 6 days clean. Sweated it out on a friends couch."

Amelia didn't let Betty out of her sight that day, and secretly, Betty enjoyed the chaperoning. Her stomach knots remembering the anxious looks and furrowed brows of her foster parent. With the next slight wave of the water, another picture shows.

"What's behind your back?" Amelia adopted her typical stance- arms crossed, chin tilted, lips pouted. Amelia would lean back a little, which despite being much taller, made Betty feel very small.

"Nothing!" Betty kept her arms firmly behind her back, yet somehow, Amelia managed to twist her around, revealing the baggy of weed.

"Betty...." Amelia sighed.

"I'm sorry!"

"Are you?" The brunette challenged. "You're sorry you got caught. Give here."

When Betty let go of the baggy into Amelia's strong palm her face crumbled and she released a sob. Betty rarely cried in the months she was with Amelia, preferring to lash out, and so the doctor was taken back by the sudden outpour of emotion.

"Hey! Hey hey hey." Amelia tried to soothe, tossing the weed to god knows where in the room, and holding her girl steady. "Let's just take a minute." The settled on the couch, Betty's couch.

Betty crooned into Amelia's touch for the first time, letting go of more anxiety every time Amelia rubbed her hands up and down Betty's arms reassuringly. "You're going to be okay." Amelia whispered, and Betty believed it, until Amelia tried to pull the girl into a hug.

"What are you doing?" Betty shrugged off the impending comfort, knowing she'd collapse under the love of Amelia Shepherd, never being able to rebuild herself independently.

Standing on the bridge, Betty kicks herself, wishing she'd accepted that hug to remember every detail of it. How Amelia's hair would smell, how her strong arms would feel, the sensation of being held. Those memories may have been able to keep her going. The three other hugs the pretend mother-daughter duo shared were brief, professional even. Betty would stand there and Amelia would rub her back once and they'd release.

The railings of the bridge are hot, searingly so, yet Betty somehow enjoys the sting in her palm that licks up her arm as she closes each fist around the metal.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Jo Wilson calls urgently out the window of her g-wagon. She slams the break, having been speeding over the limit to try and get to work on time. Link, riding shotgun, reaches over his friend and turns the wheel so the car rolls into the empty lane closest to Betty.