Let My Love In ~ Omelia

You and Me

        "Cause it's you and me, and all of the people, with nothing to do, nothing to prove. And it's you and me, and all of the people, and I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you."

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        One of the world's strangest wonders is the brain. Emotion. Feelings. Doctors can work their whole lives to figure out the functions of the brain, and the great neurosurgeons have it all figured out.
        They open peoples' brains and take a look around in there every day. Only someone who really knows the brain can do that.
        And yet something as simple as an emotion can be virtually impossible to identify, get rid of, or control.
        Love.
        The only emotion that can kill people and save people at the same time. The only emotion that can put people together and make them fall apart at the same time. The only emotion that can fix people and break them all at once.
        And even the best neurosurgeons have no control over that.

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        "You can't just take me off the case! I did nothing wrong! The situation is handled!" Dr Shepherd and Chief Hunt had a problem on their hands. Not the obvious problem, but the fact that Amelia had a patient who put her in physical danger.
        "He pushed you to the ground! The situation is nothing but handled! If I hadn't been there to-"
        "If you hadn't been there I would have been fine! I can handle myself thank you very much, I don't need you to come in and rescue me!"
        Their conversation had began strictly professional, but soon escalated into something much more that resulted in the two of them shouting at each other in the hallway.
        Other hospital staff, simply minding their own business, trying to get on with their work, cast confused glanced in the direction of the two arguing surgeons as they continued to yell.
        "I'm not saying that I needed to rescue you, I'm saying that I am responsible for my staff, I can't have you working with a patient who puts you, or anyone, in danger! It's not safe and I'm dealing with it right now, you're off the case!"
        "I am the chief of neurosurgery! I'm the best you're going to get and this guy has severe brain damage! You can't take me off the case, it's not what's best for the patient!"
        "It's not what's best for you if I keep you on the case!" Amelia rolled her eyes and sighed at that last remark.  
        "And since when does what's best for me matter much to you?" She said in a quieter, almost softer, tone. Owen looked taken aback for a moment, but was soon overwhelmed with anger once more.
        What matters to me is that we don't have another incident like the plane crash! I am responsible for you, and for everyone else in this hospital. I am the chief of surgery, you will listen to me on this because I am your boss and I can have you out of this hospital and out of a job without a second thought! You're off the case!"
        And with those last harsh words, Owen spun around angrily and stomped off to his office, leaving a shocked Amelia to stand alone in a busy hallway.
        Funny how you can be surrounded by people left, right, and centre, and still feel like you're all alone.
        Did Owen Hunt really just threaten to have her fired? Surely he couldn't actually be serious, he just wanted to get his point across.

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        "I heard you and the chief had a big fallout this morning, it seems to be all everyone's talking about." Meredith stated later that day while she sat with Amelia and Callie in the cafeteria.
        The tone she used told Amelia that she would appreciate to hear more of the story, but understood if she wanted to simply leave it at that.
        Amelia felt her cheeks flush a bit as she recalled the incident, she nodded her head in response to Meredith.
        "I hear he threatened your job?" She asked, hoping for an answer. Callie raised an eyebrow, as if anyone could replace Amelia Shepherd as chief of neurosurgery at Grey Sloan.
        "I'm sure it was in the heat of the moment, I doubt he was serious." Amelia told Meredith and mentally tried to convince herself to believe the words she said. In the back of her mind she wondered if Owen was completely serious, and she really had to watch herself and what she did around here.
        Dr Shepherd was still fairly new to the hospital, she wasn't completely trusted by everyone here, she was still in the stage of winning them over. She thought she'd somewhat succeeded in that, but she could have been wrong.

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        Later that night, the day's stressful events seemed to be more or less forgotten. Or at least put to the side for now.
        The hospital was having another fundraiser event, not as extreme as the gala they once had, but a formal event that included doctors from all across the country coming to learn about the works of Grey Sloan Memorial.
        The evening itself went smoothly, they'd raised a fair bit of money, everyone conducted themselves properly, the men were clean shaven and had straightened ties, the women all looked fancy and elegant.
        Meredith found the night overwhelming. Almost everyone had a date, and sometimes she'd forget and scan the room for her own date, until she remembered that he was cold and in the ground.
        After she felt the loss of Derek hitting her once again, she'd start walking around the room in search of Cristina, but would soon be forced to remember that she was halfway around the world.
        Needless to say, Meredith spend most of the evening at the bar. Since that wasn't an option for Amelia, she decided to put on a smile and talk to people.
        By the end of the night, she'd had conversations with a multitude of world renowned doctors from all over the country, and she'd also spent some time catching up with some of her own.
Overall, the night had gone pretty well for her.

        Owen Hunt on the other hand, spent the evening disappointing his date.
        Emma was making casual conversation, as a girlfriend would do, as Owen tried in vain to listen. But every couple minutes he would subconsciously look around for the girl who's blue dress matched her eyes. And when his own eyes found her, he had one hell of a time tearing them away from her.
        By the end of the night, Emma Marling was upset, jealous, frustrated, and just plain embarrassed. Owen didn't even notice. She wasn't going to say anything, she really wasn't, but when Owen walked her to the doors to say goodnight to her and his eyes once more found the face of a smiling brunette inside the banquet room, she couldn't bite her tongue any longer.
        "Owen, I like you. I do," She began, Owen's attention was directed back to her for one of the first times that evening. He smiled half heartedly.
        "I like you too, Emma."
        She just sighed and looked into his eyes, trying to see past the icy blue eyes and into his mind, but couldn't.
        "But, Owen, I can't do this. I really can't."
        He lowered his eyebrows in confusion. "What? Emma, what we have going on right now, it's good, it's-"
        "Owen, I want this to work, I really do, but I can't compete with someone who you're obviously not over."
        "Who, Cristina? Trust me, Emma, I'm over her, Cristina is the last person in my thoughts right now."
        "I know, Owen. But the problem is who is the first person in your thoughts right now. And it's not me. You say you like me and I really don't doubt that you do, but liking someone means nothing when you're obviously in love with someone else."
        "Emma, what are you saying? Is there someone else, are you in love with-" He began in confusion once more, but Emma interrupted.
        "Not me, Owen. I'm talking about how you can't even go five minutes in conversation with me without glancing over at a woman who apparently can have your full attention without saying a word."
        Owen sighed as he finally realized what she was talking about. "Emma, believe me, I-"
        "No, Owen, I told you, I like you, but you're playing games, and I don't like games. This isn't going to work. Goodbye, Owen." And with that, she got into her cab and left.
        Playing games. I don't play games. Owen thought to himself, which was as funny because he could vividly recall an encounter with Dr Shepherd in an elevator where he accused her of playing games with him, and how he wasn't interested in games.
        He gave one last glance to the cab that was pulling out of the parking lot and made his way back inside, where his eyes were immediately and unwillingly drawn to the woman in blue once more.

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Song is "You and Me" by Lifehouse.