Maybe This Time

Amelia nervously tapped her fingers on the working desk, too anxious for the computer results. During the past week, as she watched her patient being submitted to radiotherapy to treat a recurrent tumor, the neurosurgeon had struggled to come up with a viable plan that might allow her team to properly fund their ambitious plan.

While she knew the procedure was a sort of a Hail Mary and had its flaws, Amelia was desperately in need of something that would give her patient hope.

Maybe the reason behind all that was that she needed something to give her hope.

Lately, her life had been nothing but a mess. After a failed marriage, which she refused to think much about, and a brain tumor that had given Amelia answers about her impulsivity but had also served to confuse her feelings even more, the neurosurgeon longed for something that would be good and actually help someone. It was actually easier to focus her energy on the study for Kimmie's tumor and devote her entire time to it than trying to figure out the mess that her personal life had become.

"So, have you come up with anything yet?"

Amelia's thoughts were distracted by the sound of Alex Karev's words and she saw the look of defeat on his face. Much to her own dismay, he also hadn't been successful to get any kind of support for their project. It pretty much seemed like a dead end for them. Even Bello and DeLuca were losing motivation and Amelia couldn't blame them. There were several other projects out there that were soaring and the eager interns probably would rather spend their time actually learning something than staying immersed on a computer all day doing research.

Alex gazed at the neurosurgeon and saw the consternation on her face.

"It looks like we're really going to lose this battle," Karev commented, obviously unhappy about it.

Amelia hated that situation. And she hated what she was about to propose. But then she thought of Kimmie's joy and the girl's happiness at sharing her gift with the world. Something had to be done.

"Not yet," Amelia said with determination, looking into Alex's eyes. "I have an idea…"

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"You have to be kidding me," Thomas Koracick's annoyance was obvious not only in his voice, but also on the look on his face and the way he walked, "you have to be freaking kidding me."

"Look, Tom, I…"

"YOU tricked me here saying you had a groundbreaking project for me," Koracick nearly hissed, looking at his former's student with impatience. "I actually bailed on presenting a case at the American College of Surgeons and got on a flight to this hell hole because I believed you and this is what you have for me?" he frowned, absolutely irritated. "HIFU? Are you kidding me?"

Amelia sighed heavily, knowing she shouldn't be surprised. A couple of days before, she had gotten in touch with her former boss at Johns Hopkins. Tom Koracick ran the neurosurgical department there and had more resources at his disposal than anyone else she could remember. A few weeks prior to that, Tom had flown over to operate on her brain tumor and he'd even stuck around to help her get her department back on track once she was recovered. Before he could return to Hopkins, the two of them had slept together but Amelia knew it hadn't really meant anything. Not to her, at least, and she supposed that not for Tom either.

For Amelia, it had been all about having a rebound after her complicated separation from her husband. It still sounded funny to think of Owen as that, since they weren't even living in the same house anymore… But until their divorce was finalized, Amelia knew that technically, that was what he was.

And for Tom, sleeping with her had probably been about his own ego. Amelia knew he was a womanizer and even though during her residency the guy had been extremely professional, never had he hidden the fact that if Amelia ever gave him an opening, he wouldn't hesitate to sleep with her. She had never really been interested, especially while he was her boss. But now, the two of them were at a leveled position, both ran neurosurgical departments and Amelia had impulsively done it. Physically, it had felt okay, but emotionally, Amelia knew it hadn't really meant anything.

"It has never been tested on brain tumors before…" Amelia tried to reason and hopefully convince him.

"Oh, why do you think that is?" Koracick sarcastically asked, looking at her as if she should have known better. HIFU, or high frequency focused ultrasound was a non-invasive method that recently was being studied to treat tumors. That wasn't exactly news in the surgical word.

"No one has really studied it on brain tumors…" Amelia sheepishly gave it another try.

"Yes, exactly!" Koracick interrupted her. "I am sure I don't need to tell you that even if you successfully blast tumor cells with this new technology there is just no way you can guarantee clean margins and without the full, resection the likelihood that the tumor…"

"…will grow back is high, I know, I know," Amelia sighed, hating to admit he was right. On tumors that could be later operated or managed with follow up, the HIFU method seemed like a good option. But for brain tumors, there were no guarantees it would work on the long run. "But it could help her buy some time and who knows even…"

"This is exactly why your project got rejected," during the brief time he'd been at the hospital, Thomas had been brought to speed on the contest and saw the few projects that had made it. "It's not cost effective, you should know that" he condescendingly rolled his eyes at her. "It doesn't matter how noble your intentions are, Shepherd. Haven't you learned this by now? Why would anyone in their right minds invest money on a study that promises no different outcome than a partial resection would?"

"You're being extremely pessimistic!" Amelia lost her patience with him. "You're putting all these obstacles when you've barely given me a chance to try." She understood his frustration but he was throwing a bucket of ice water on her plans and that infuriated her.

Especially because she couldn't refute any of his arguments.

"Look, you know I would love to help you if I could but my hands are tied," Koracick sighed heavily, regaining some of his calmness. "Trust me, I deal with this kind of debacle all the time and I know you desperately want to help this kid, but it's better if you just play it clean with the family instead of playing God here, okay?" Amelia scowled, hating to feel like once again he was the professor and she the inexperienced intern, but at the moment, it was exactly how she felt. "I have promised Catherine I'd have dinner with her. She wants me to properly meet her husband," the neurosurgeon rolled his eyes, as if he was dreading the idea. "I am sorry I can't help you."

Amelia watched as Tom Koracick left, hating the fact she couldn't really hate him for what he was doing. In his place, she probably would have done the same. And now she was back to square one.

For the rest of the day, Amelia stayed immersed in her project, trying to think about any loopholes she could fix to make the idea more tempting for Koracick. She knew he would be in town at least until the following day, so she was racing the clock.

After hours reading in front of the computer, too focused on what she was studying, the click of the door handle started Amelia, causing her to nearly jump from her chair at the unexpected interruption.

"Uh, sorry…" a deep male voice spoke in a low tone. "I had no idea the room was taken."

Amelia looked up to meet the eyes of the man she was married to. Other than the brief, awkward encounter at the house when she'd walked in on him having breakfast with another woman, they hadn't really been alone in the same room ever since the day they'd returned their wedding bands to each other.

"It's okay," Amelia rubbed her tired eyes, shocked to realize it was nearly midnight. "I was just reading and lost track of time."

"I was printing some papers earlier today and I think I left my phone charger here somewhere," Owen justified his presence, pointing at his dead phone. "I've been looking for it everywhere and realized I last used it here."

Amelia got up from her chair and helped him look, scrolling through the files and forgotten objects in the room that was mainly used by interns and residents.

For the following seconds, the neurosurgeon unsuccessfully tried to find the charger, but the lingering silence was growing uncomfortable by the second.

"So…" she cleared her throat, eager to make small talk, "you're on the liver project, right?" Amelia distractedly asked. She wasn't really sure. "How is that working out?"

"I was actually trying for a clot factor study but I dropped it," Owen answered with a shrug. He saw the question on her face and elaborated, "research is not really my thing."

"Yeah, you've always been more of a do-er than a planner," Amelia smiled.

The neurosurgeon failed to realize at the time of her comment just how personal she sounded. But Owen captured the intimacy it implied and he avoided thinking much about it, choosing instead to focus on his search.

"Why clot factors, though?" Amelia asked after a few seconds of silence.

"I had read about this chained Polymer that was isolated not long ago," Owen explained. "It basically adheres to hepatocytes and you can sort of choose the cell you're working with."

"Really?" Amelia frowned heavily, uncontrollably assaulted by ideas. "You mean like a selective binding protein?"

"Yeah, there is a full catalogue of those at Polymer that have been isolated but even though it sounds good, it's not very viable for out type of research," Owen added. "It has an extremely high cost and the patents are just insanely hard to get."

"Can you tell me more about your clot factor work?" Amelia asked. The more information she had, the better would be to fit all puzzles together.

"Uh… Okay," Owen saw the eagerness on her face and agreed. It was late and he was tired, but if that was going to make her happy, he could stick around for a few more minutes.

Very patiently, Owen sat down near a computer and logged into a system. For the following minutes, he thoroughly explained Amelia about the idea he'd had. During the entire time, it became kind of hard to ignore her presence. Especially when she stood so close like that. Was it just him, or did her hair smell especially good today?

"This is actually very helpful," Amelia leaned forward to examine the computer screen a little closer, unaware of the reactions she was causing on the man sitting right next to her.

Owen closed his eyes and swallowed hard. He really shouldn't be having those thoughts. Well technically, he should, because the woman responsible for invoking those feelings was his wife, but a thousand complications and unspoken issues stood in the way and he really didn't want to deal with his feelings.

"Do you mind if I print this?" Amelia looked at him with expectation in her eyes.

Owen knew her well enough to realize she was up to something. And judging by the look on her face, it was good.

"Sure," he instantly agreed, satisfied that his abandoned project had served at least to the purpose of making her smile like that again. He hadn't seen in ever since the day she'd left their home and his life. "Feel free to use it."

"Thank you," Amelia shyly bit her lower lip and made eye contact with him, seeing the warmth in his eyes. She smiled brightly and tried to ignore the way her heart accelerated when he smiled back. "Good night, Owen."

"Good night," he reluctantly left the room, knowing that it was the wisest decision.

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"So you're telling me you want me to fund a multi million project in which you'll basically buy the most expensive protein I've ever seen so you can blast it with high frequency waves?" Tom Koracick frowned, looking at Amelia with a mix of surprise and admiration.

"Precisely," Amelia smiled widely, struggling to contain her excitement, "but the real catch here is that, when I blast those cells, the whole tumor will be gone."

"I don't know this is insane or purely genius," Koracick commented, skimming through the paper that had her detailed project.

Amelia had spent the last ten hours coming up with the plan. Her body was tired, but her mind was too alert and excited for her to want to sleep.

"Where did you get the idea?" Koracick frowned, hating that he didn't have it first.

"A colleague inspired me," Amelia confessed. "He was going for something along those lines and I adapted his idea to mine."

"Get him here," Koracick unceremoniously demanded.

Amelia desperately needed Tom to embark on the project, because she depended on him to finance it. So she decided not to refute. Grabbing her cell phone, she called Owen, gently asking if he could meet her in one of the conference rooms.

About fifteen minutes later, the trauma surgeon joined them, supposing Amelia needed help with something they'd discussed the previous night. But to his surprise, he found her sitting next to Thomas Koracick, the same guy who had taken out her tumor.

Before Owen could ask any questions, Amelia started to fill him on what she'd spent the entire night working with. After Owen had introduced her to the Polymer idea, she had basically filtered through a huge catalog, finding the heaviest binding protein she could that would link to a receptor present only in cancerous cells. Those would heavily increase the mass of the tumor, including the tissue near the margins. Then, once with the ultrasound technique she was working on, it would be possible to work with the HIFU at a frequency that not only would kill the sick cells, but also make sure they had clean margins. Without the heavy Polymer, it was hard to tell and adjust the machine to sort out the diseased tissues from the healthy one, but once Amelia made the cancer cells much heavier, chances of success were incredibly higher.

"This is a brilliant idea," he stated with conviction after taking a look at her initial proposal. "But the cost would be beyond the charts," Owen affirmed, certain it would be a problem. "I mean, this Polymer chain you selected costs nearly twice as much as the one I had. It's going to increase the cost of the project. And it's not guaranteed it'll work."

Amelia was aware of that. She on purpose kept silence, sneakily turning her head to the side very slowly until her eyes finally met Tom's.

"Give me a concrete reason why I should invest my money on this," the arrogant surgeon demanded, raising his eyebrows.

"I am going to make history treating gliomas. And if you don't fund my idea, I am going to sell it to someone who is going to make it happen." Amelia raised her eyebrows in defiance. "And if I do that, your name won't be on the paper when it gets published," she sneakily reminded him, knowing nothing would infuriate Koracick more than letting an opportunity pass. "You'll lose."

Tom narrowed his eyes, studying Amelia's features. She was serious, he knew it. Rolling his eyes, the prestigious surgeon finally made up his mind.

"Fine, but you're going to report to me. I am going to be here when we use the HIFU for the first time. My name goes before yours on the project," he dared her, seeing on Amelia's scowl that she hated it. "And keep this guy, he clearly is more familiar than us with the Polymer thing."

"No, thanks," Owen straightforwardly answered. He wouldn't mind doing it if it was for Amelia, but he had never sympathized with the guy who had once been her mentor and he definitely wasn't going to be a part of something that would benefit him more than the true author of the project.

"You've got to be kidding me," Amelia protested Koracick's terms. "Hell no. Your name is not going before mine."

"These are my conditions, it's give or take," Koracick said in a final tone.

"God… I hate you!" Amelia complained. But she knew she couldn't give it up. Koracick was her only chance to keep the project going and most importantly, actually give Kimmie a chance. The hard work was just beginning and she would need a lot of help, but it all started with the funding.

"I have a plane to catch, you keep me updated," Koracick wickedly winked in her direction, loving that he was coming out on top. And just as he was reaching the door, Amelia was collecting her stuff and Owen was logging out the computer, the controversial surgeon turned around, unable to help himself. "If you thought that sleeping with me would give you special treatment, you better think again, Shepherd," he smirked, knowing he was causing a scene. Even though Amelia hadn't said it, Koracick had recognized the guy in the room as the husband she'd recently separated from. He was glad he was leaving, because fixing marital drama wasn't his thing. He was much better at causing it. "Email me as soon as you have phase one initiated."

Koracick exited without another word, leaving Amelia in absolute shock. Not because he had been inappropriate, rude and extremely unprofessional. She was used to his teasing and didn't mind it when it was just the two of them. But at that moment, her heart was racing and she had an awful feeling in her stomach.

Amelia knew that, by the time she'd slept with Koracick, she and Owen had already broken things off. She also knew that he had no right to judge her on it, considering he had pretty much slept with the first woman he found right after that.

But she was well aware of how possessive men could be. Especially men like Owen. And she recalled just how they'd agreed to blame all the problems of their marriage on her brain tumor, as if her feelings for him had been questionable while Owen didn't really have a similar excuse to justify why he'd broken the marriage…

"Owen, I…"

"Good luck with your project," he violently shut off the computer without waiting for it to properly turn off.

It was obvious he was furious and Amelia got instantly mad at that too.

"You can't be serious, right?" she asked him just as Owen was about to exit through the door. "Are you really that upset that I had a one night stand? Really?" she followed him to the door, hoping Owen would calm down. He had always failed at keeping rational when he was furious like that. And she was actually surprised that he had been so bothered by it, to the point of getting that mad. "You spent the past weeks fooling around with that…"

"Don't," Owen grabbed her slim wrist and stopped Amelia from touching him just as she'd been about to. "Don't say anything. You don't owe me any explanations," Amelia looked at him and instead of the warm, caring eyes, she found the scowl of a guy who was just too mad to even pretend he was okay. "You are a free woman. You can do whatever you want," he said and Amelia instantly noticed his calm, rational speech completely contrasted with his infuriated reaction. But even though she noticed something was off, never would she be prepared to hear what would come next. "If you have to sleep with Koracick to get funding for your project, then so be it," he cruelly accused her, knowing he was being extremely unfair. But Owen couldn't help himself. The news had caught him totally off guard, and the way it had infuriated him had surprised him even more. "Next time just leave me out of it, okay? I don't want to be a part of another one of your games."

Amelia felt the blow the instant the words fired out of Owen's mouth. She didn't know what hurt her the most, the way he had cruelly accused her of something they both knew wasn't true, or the cold look on his face as he'd done it.

The first tear rolled on her cheek, enraging Amelia even more.

Screw Owen, she thought, trying to contain the tears that insisted on falling. He had been the one to change his mind… It had been Owen the one to break off their marriage… It had also been Owen the one to jump into someone else's bed and take a random woman to the house they'd once shared the minute she'd left the house. So he had no right to play that low.

How dare him accuse her of that? Amelia sighed heavily, heartbreak and hurt slowly being replaced by anger and determination. Briefly, she thought about giving up the project and telling Owen to shove his Polymer idea up his ass. But she couldn't do that because Kimmie's life depended on it.

And as she went on with her day, blaming exhaustion and sleep deprivation rather than her hurt feelings for the way she struggled to keep focus, Amelia felt more determined to make her innovative project work. It was the only thing in her life worth focusing on.

Owen could take care of his bruised ego on his own. Maybe their idea to become friends was really faded to disaster. After all, they could barely interact without the heavy cloud of their unresolved issues lingering on their heads. And if Owen's display of anger served as example for what was about to come, Amelia thought maybe it was better to simply never go there after all.