Omelia

This Is Not How It Was Supposed To Work

This is not how it was supposed to work. Amelia was supposed to move to Seattle to further her career and forget about boys. Turns out, her career is going well, but all she can think about are boys. One in particular keeps catching her eye, and of course he's her boss. Owen Hunt; trauma surgeon and Chief of Surgery. What's not listed in his job title is how good he is in bed.

So she slept with him once, big deal. The bad part is, she cant get him off her mind. From the way his muscles ripple under his skin while her performs CPR to the ridiculous way he holds the scalpel. She just cant stop thinking about Owen Hunt.

She needed to get him off her mind. After all, Owen was the one who called their relationship "a plane crash". He clearly wasn't interested.... right?

Her thoughts are interrupted by the harsh beeps of her pager. Her workload has nearly doubled since Derek died. She pushed the thought from her head, determined not to go back down that dark path filled with grief. All she wanted was one minute alone to maybe close her eyes and get some coveted sleep.

Amelia swung her legs off the bed of the on-call room. The very same bed that she and Owen once kissed in. She stood up too fast, making her head spin for a moment. Her blood sugar was falling and she couldn't remember the last time she ate. After this consult, she had to eat.

She pushed open the heavy wooden door and felt it collide with a soft human body.

"Oh my God!" She exclaimed, finding a very stunned Owen sprawled out on the floor.

"Damn it," Owen said, holding his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there." Amelia ran over to him and offered a hand to help him up. Owen declined and readied himself.

"It's fine, I've had worse." Owen looked at those baby blue eyes of hers for a moment too long.

"I.... I have a consult." Amelia said and pointed down the hallway.

"Uh okay. Good luck." Owen watched as she walked away, somehow managing to look smoking hot in navy scrubs.

She was so beautiful and absolutely brilliant. Owen felt so stupid. Here was this perfect woman who walked right into his life, and he shut the door in her face. As their relationship was just getting started, he had cut it off. Honestly, after Cristina, the thought of a girlfriend scared him. He had been burned badly and was just beginning to get back on his feet. He didn't want to get knocked down again. However, Amelia had just literally pushed him to the floor, so it couldn't get much worse.

He walked down the hallway, passing room 436 where he paused for a moment to watch Amy shine a bright light into a patient's eyes. She was checking for any neurological impairment. Owen knew that, but it still fascinated him to watch her work. Amelia's meticulous details were flawless and never failed to impress him.

Amelia caught a glance of Owen walking away from the window and sighed. She wished he would just ask her to dinner. She was starving. As expected, her patient was fine and showed no signs of any neurological problems so Amy discharged her. The woman was overjoyed and even surprised Amelia with a hug. Amy smiled, knowing that she had successfully removed all of the patient's tumor. Derek would be proud.

She told her resident the proper post-op procedure for her patient and walked a little too fast to catch up with Owen.

"When's the last time you ate something?" She asked as their shoulders brushed, sending little sparks of electricity flying through the air.

"Excuse me?" Owen flashed a puzzled gaze.

"I was just heading to the cafeteria and was wondering if you wanted to join me. I've been awake for almost 24 hours and can't remember the last time I ate something." Her eyes flashed, every shade of blue the world ever saw swirled within.

"I would, but I have two huge binders of paperwork sitting on my desk that I need to get through within the next three hours or the board will be all over me." Owen wanted to join her so badly, but work came first.

"Oh yeah, right. Well, maybe another time," and with that, she was off. Owen watched her walk away for a second time today. He felt his body take a few steps towards her as if to say Screw the paperwork! I want to be with you! but the logical part of his brain stopped him right in his tracks. He turned on his heel and headed to sit behind his mahogany desk for three hours and finish his damn paperwork.

Amelia didn't want to eat alone, but Owen's chiefly duties called him away. She picked at her salad with a persistent frown on her face that waned anyone from talking to her. She watched interns, residents, and attendings float through the dining hall oblivious to her sitting in solitude. Maybe they did notice, but were too scared to say anything. After all, what do you say to a girl who's only brother died six months? You don't say anything at all and walk the other way. It didn't matter. Amelia didn't want to talk any of them. She wanted to sit next to, talk and laugh with Owen.

Little did she know, he was also waiting alone. Owen sat behind his desk with his head in his hands. The pile of paperwork wasn't getting any shorter just by staring at it. The only way to make it go away was to skim through the policies and sign his name three hundred times. With a sigh, he picked up his fountain pen and scribbled his signature on the designated line. 1 down, 299 to go. He thought to himself as he repeated the process. 2 down, 298 to go.

Somewhere around 22 down, Owen found himself practically sprinting down the halls of Grey-Sloan Memorial. There are 277 more packets to look through and sign, his brain told him. But his brain wasn't in control, his body was moving by itself. Maybe, if he just moved fast enough, he could catch her pretty face in the cafeteria and ask her to join him for coffee.

Sure enough, there she was. In the back corner table, where she could observe everything from a distance, Amelia Shepherd sat alone. She was moving her plastic fork through a jungle of green leafy salad, but Owen didn't once see her take a bite. She looked tired and bored to death.

Owen walked up to the table and as soon as Amelia caught sight of him, her heart fluttered deep in her stomach. However, she met his blue-gray eyes with a glare. "I thought you had paperwork," she said and took a bite of her salad. It was bitter and made her remember how much she hated the green leaves.

"I do," he paused and tried to make eye contact but she refused to meet his, "but I couldn't focus so I thought a break might help." Owen watched as Amelia raised one eyebrow and took another bite of salad that she secretly despised.

"Don't just stand there. Have a seat!" Amelia said through the salad in her mouth and gestured to the chair beside her.

Owen laughed and sat down. He noticed Amelia looked more like she was afraid of her food than she was enjoying it. "Do you always eat salad at 3am?"

Amy looked at her watch, not realizing the crazy time. She giggled as she realized the ridiculousness of the situation. "I actually hate salad with a passion."

"Then how about I get you some real food?" Owen reached over and took her hand from across the table.  She went to pull away but then left it there.  His hands were rough and dry from the harsh chemicals used when scrubbing in.  They were warm; and she found the human contact comforting.

"That sounds nice, for once I'm not on call tonight," She watched his eyes soften and they left the cafeteria together.