One Shots

Suspicions

Prompt: Owen and Amelia aren't together and Amelia is with a new man but Owen is suspicious about him and there's a dark secret about him.

They had broken up months ago, but he still watched as she exited every room. He still hoped that one night she would show up at his trailer. He wished she would give him a chance to apologize for giving up on them. He hated himself every day for doing it. He had let her slip through his fingers; the single most beautiful woman he ever laid eyes on. He longed for a second chance but Amelia had moved on. Actually, she had moved on a while ago. She was with some guy name Jake. Jake would take her to the movies and fancy restaurants. Jake would hold her hand when they walked together. Jake would snuggle her frail body when she cried.

Owen didn't really know him well; he seemed like a nice guy. He had seen Jake twice; once at Amelia's apartment when he realized he had left his blue blazer there, and again tonight when she came in for a 911 page, leaving Jake in the waiting room.

"Jake, right?" Owen asked, walking over to where the man sat. He wore a dark brown tee and almost black jeans. His hair was cut short and the five o'clock shadow on his face made his green eyes almost glow.

"Yeah, and you are-" Jake started, clearly not recognizing Owen.

"Owen, Owen Hunt," Owen held out his hand and Jake shook it.

"Owen! Yeah, Amelia talks about you a lot," Jake said as Owen took a seat across from him.

"We were close," He mumbled under his breath and chuckled.

"She loved you," Jake laughed.

"We loved each other," Owen looked up and saw Jake flipping through a magazine. "How long have you been with her?"

"About three weeks," Another page turned.

"Good, you'll take care of her for me, right?" Owen waited for Jake to look up from the magazine and make eye contact but not such gesture occurred.

"Of course!" Jake chuckled and met Owen's desperate eyes.

"Ok, thanks," Owen stood up and turned on his heel to go. "Also, if you could not mention that we had this conversation to Amelia that would be great."

"No problem," Jake said and Owen walked back towards the nurses desk. He picked up a chart and stared overtop of it not really paying attention to the words on the paper. Instead, his sight was set on Jake. Something wasn't right with him and he couldn't figure out what it was. Jake just put a bad taste in his mouth that lingered under his tongue. Owen felt like he needed to brush his teeth.

He couldn't put his finger on it and that bothered him. Owen prided himself in his ability to read people and decipher what they were thinking. But when it came to Jake, his powers failed. It was like a glitch in the system. It was like looking at a static TV screen. Nothing.

A few hours later Owen watched as Amelia ran up to Jake and embraced him in a hug. It was the same way she used to greet Owen after days of not seeing each other. The smile on her face was bright and genuine; Owen had seen it many times yet it still did not feel like enough. Jake smiled back at her, his lips tight and pulled back too far as if it was a forced expression. Owen quickly noticed that it was forced just by looking at Jake's eyes. The look didn't lie; it was lust. Jake's eyes were filled with lust, longing, and overwhelming sexual desire. Not happiness.

As Amelia exited the hospital with Jake's arm slung around her waist, Owen noticed as his hand roamed beyond their boundaries. It lit a fire deep within him that he didn't even know could be kindled. Pure rage pumped through his veins. Amelia was not an object. She was not a prize to be won. She was not something to be used and then tossed out with the trash once he was through with her. It took every once of self control in his body not to run up and sock Jake right in his smug face. There was one reason and one reason only why Owen didn't just punch the guy out. Her name was Amelia Shepherd.

Owen would not put her through that. He would not let her think he was mentally unstable. He would not go back to the PTSD episodes he suffered with Cristina. He would not lose her forever. He just wanted to protect her and shelter her from every storm.

But he could not control her. Amelia was her own person; even if she was her own worst enemy. He had to let her go. He had to let her make her own mistakes. Amelia had been through hell and back many times. She even made jokes about it when they were together. Owen knew she could handle herself, maybe even better than he could. He would have to fight the overwhelming urge every day not to just run up, pin her against a wall, and passionately kiss her lips. And if that's what it took to make her happy, Owen would do it. He would do it until the day he died. He loved her and would do anything for her, even if it meant destroying himself in the process.