Omelia

Busted

It had been one week since Amelia's meltdown and she had basically become inseparable from Owen.  Except when they were at work, that is.  The two still hadn't talked about what their "relationship" was exactly.  Amelia always changed the subject when it started to come up and Owen would dodge the questions.  But did there really need to be a "status"?  Could two people just enjoy each other's company?  She wanted to tell the whole hospital she was in love with Owen Hunt, but that might not go over well.  Lots of people at GSM still thought of Owen and Cristina as an item.  Seeing him with another lady around his arm might destroy the few friendships she had started to create.  It was better to keep their "relationship" under wraps.  

Amelia strolled into the main doors of Grey-Sloan Memorial Hospital.  She was wearing her street clothes consisting of dark skinny jeans, black leather boots, a dark red t-shirt, and her jacket slung over her arm.  She was working the graveyard shift, which she hated with almost every bone in her body.  She went to the front desk to check in and spotted Owen in the far corner.  Amelia moved closer to him and he acknowledged her presence. 

"Doctor Shepherd, working the night shift I see," his eyes met hers, and all she wanted was to run up and hug him.

"Likewise, Doctor Hunt?" She asked, and he nodded in reply.  The nurse attending the station left, giving them approximately thirty seconds of peace.

"Looks like we get to work together tonight," Owen said as his hand slipped into Amelia's.  Their bodies moved closer to conceal the gesture.

"Yes, I need to get changed into my scrubs," Amelia said, and Owen looked her over up and down. 

"I can help you with that, if you want," Owen spoke, thinking he was smooth.  But the sentence just came out awkward and almost forcefully.

"I would like that a little too much,"  Amelia's other hand reached up under his shirt and she felt nothing but that all too familiar sheer muscle beneath. 

"Good, because those jeans make your ass look-" He was cut off by Amelia whacking him in the shoulder with her jacket.

"Doctor Hunt!" She laughed and walked away.  Amelia looked back and teased him with her eyes, begging him to follow her.  Of course, he did.

Opening the door to the on-call room, Amelia quickly scanned the room for any other people.  Much to her luck, it was completely empty.  Owen kissed her passionately as soon as he closed the door behind him.  Their bodies melted together in harmony.  Slowly, they moved towards the bed, almost hitting their heads on the top bunk.  Somehow, they both lost their lab coats and Owen's shirt.  

Owen stopped kissing her for a moment to look up at the beautiful woman in front of him.  That same woman had almost hit rock bottom a week ago when the anniversary of her brother's death rolled around. Now, she was as strong as ever and sitting right on top of him.  She was so gorgeous. What the hell was he doing just watching her? Owen leaned down and kissed her, not wanting to wait a moment longer.  His lips felt as if they were made to kiss her, his hands to hold hers and her body to be his.  Owen's hands moved under her shirt closing around her bra.  Amelia couldn't bear it anymore and ripped off her shirt, throwing it in the the general direction of the door. At that very moment, it opened and her top hit Alex Karev right in the face. 

"What the hell?" He asked, looking down to see a very stunned and shirtless Amelia, with an almost mortified Owen beneath her.  

"What just happened?" Jo's voice came from behind him, but after laying eyes on the fiasco in front of her, she decided it was fairly self explanatory.  

"Dude... you two, really?" Alex tried to make sense of the situation in front of him.

"Get out!" Owen and Amelia screamed at the same time.  

Jo rushed out of the on-call room, Alex not far behind her.  Right as Owen and Amelia were starting to get dressed, the door opened again.

"What now?!" Amelia shouted, clearly annoyed.

"Your shirt," Alex said, throwing it to her, "Maybe try locking the door next time." 

"Son of a bitch," Amelia said under her breath as she retrieved her blouse and slipped it over her head.

"What's that all about?" Owen was tying his shoes.

"Now the whole damn hospital is going to know we're together," Amelia threw her hands up in exasperation.

"Is that a bad thing?" Owen turned his head to the side, trying to make sense of her little freak out.  They were happy together, or so he thought.  Why was it such an issue if their "relationship" got out?

"Yes!" Amelia turned around to see a very confused and almost disappointed expression resting on Owen's face. "Owen... I just wasn't ready to tell anyone. I didn't mean it like that."

"No, I think you were pretty clear," Owen said, grabbing his lab coat.  He opened the door and let it slam shut behind him.  His head was running in circles.  He seriously thought that there could be something between them! Ha! Why was he so stupid? Amelia had made it clear before that she just wanted sex, not a full relationship. Yet he had tossed himself headfirst into this thing and ended up getting burned.  It happened every time with these strong independent women, just like Cristina.  Owen would become emotionally invested and end up getting bit in the ass.  He should've known.

Amelia watched as the door smashed shut.  It seemed so loud to her at the moment; like a sonic boom.  Everything she said to Owen always came out wrong! She wasn't ready to tell anyone about their relationship because she didn't even know what to say! Was there a relationship? Were they dating? Was it serious? She had no clue.  They were questions that would be asked to which she had no answers.  

From the second they made love in his trailer, both knew it wasn't just a casual hookup.  But Owen and Amelia had been burned in the past and now their walls were so tall, neither could climb over no matter how badly they wanted to.  

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Oooooops i just had to write a fight scene. I have some great ideas for these next few chapters, but it does involve my OTP being a little far apart. I promise, they'll get through this and come out closer and stronger than ever before. Bare with me!!! 

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