You're Mine

chapter 7

"Okay Logan, you can put this on. Probably functions as a nightgown for you, considering I am slightly taller, and my body is built differently than yours.", Owen told the boy, who chuckled as he grabbed the shirt from him.

"Thank you, Owen.", the ten-year-old smiled a little, grateful that the man was being there for him. He took off everything but his boxers and put on the shirt before he ended up crawling into bed next to him.

"I know I am not your authority figure, but I would very much appreciate it if you tried to sleep now. You've got school tomorrow and it's already 9pm.", the redhead carefully voiced his wish, knowing how much the child hated it when men told him what to do. "I have to answer some mails.", he lied, actually texting Derek, Meredith and Maggie.

"Okay, I will.", Logan said and laid down, surprising Owen with how easy that had been. "Good night.", he mumbled, so overwhelmed by the events of the day that he was about to fall asleep immediately. But without his mother, he felt pretty lonely, causing him to scoot closer to the trauma surgeon and wrap his arm around his stomach to snuggle into him.

"Good night, sweetie.", Owen replied softly, catching himself falling for the boy and wanting to be more to him than just his mom's boss and a friend, once he had cuddled up to him. He felt so guilty. If he hadn't punished Amelia earlier, she probably wouldn't be where she was now, and Logan would have his mother.

He chose to allow the snuggling and gently caressed the back of the boy's head to make him feel safer before he opened the chat with his friends, in which Derek was freaking out, understandably so.

Owen (two hours ago): Logan's here, James and Amelia are gone!

Derek (one hour ago): What do you mean gone?

Derek (half an hour ago): Owen???

Derek (ten minutes ago): Gone where?

Derek (five minutes ago): Owen, answer me!

Owen: We don't know.

Maggie: Excuse me, what?

Owen: Logan came all the way here by himself and since none of you guys had been home yet, he knocked at my door, begging me to let him in. He said James had left to pick up Amelia from the hospital and they never came home.

Meredith: That doesn't sound good.

Owen: Obviously...

Derek: I'm calling the police!

Owen: Wait, there's more!

Maggie: Not sure if I wanna know.

Owen: He had lunch with Logan after he had gotten him from school and then told him to do his homework and rest for a while. Logan says he could've left during that time.

Meredith: So, it was him at the hospital?!

Owen: Most likely. I paged Amelia for a consult, and she was so mad at me that I punished her with paperwork. She freaked out, called me an asshole in front of the ER staff, so I had to order her into my office. She was supposed to do it there, so I could be sure it would get done. After a while I allowed her to finish the work in her own office but what if James noticed the time she was in there with me and concluded something that didn't happen?

Derek: Then my sister might be dead.

Maggie: I don't think so. He is a creep, yes. But whatever he does, it's for him to be with Amelia. He wouldn't kill her. He wants to have her to himself.

Meredith: Which means he kidnapped her?

Owen: Let me know what we're gonna do. I gotta go for now, Logan's crying in his sleep.

Derek: Thanks for taking care of him! Mer and I will call the cops now.

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"Good morning, sleeping beauty!", James greeted his girlfriend after putting some food into the space between their windows. "Breakfast for you.", he smiled softly, sitting down on his chair outside.

"Had better mornings, to be honest.", the brunette responded sassily. "Thanks, I am not hungry. There's a bucket filled with my excretion right there.", she pointed out to him, remaining seated on the mattress as she crossed her arms.

"No worries, I emptied it and cleaned it out while you slept.", her boyfriend informed her softly, feeling like the nicest person on earth. Now, that was disgusting. "And you have to eat, babe.", he reminded his counterpart.

"So, despite my expectation you will not let me out of here today. Am I correct?", Amelia questioned, still confused by all this. He confirmed the assumption by nodding his head. "What did I do to make you so angry at me? I told you, I love you, James!"

"Oh, it's not what you did, honey! You're just in here, so I can protect you. It's about what Hunt did. He's trying to steal you from me and convinced you to fuck him in his office. But none of that is your fault, love.", the brunette explained.

"Owen and I haven't had sex. How many times do I have to say this until you believe me? He made me do paperwork because I called him an asshole in the ER.", Amelia repeated herself, this time with a little more added information.

"You guys are on a first name base all of a sudden.", the trauma surgeon shared what bothered him. "I won't believe you, no matter how often you tell me.", he let his girlfriend know, who sighed in despair.

"So what? You wanna test what kind of DNA is on me, then?", she wondered, not quite expecting him to agree to that idea but he did. "Fine, go ahead. Can't get any worse, can it? If that's my ticket out of here, I am ready to let you take a vaginal smear. Let's go!"

"Glad to have gotten your permission.", James replied, pulling out his phone to end the recording. "To be honest with you, I actually already did when you were out. No wonder with the way you emptied that glass of water last night in no time.", he hinted at what he'd done to her. "But rest assured, that's the only reason why I took off your clothes yesterday and I put them right back on after. I know you want me, so there's no reason to do anything to you. And if you're honest with me...if you haven't been fucking him? Then there's an upgraded room waiting for you upstairs. Now eat."