Right Kind of Wrong

Category: Drama/romance

Pairing: Omelia

Summary: Derek doesn't approve of his sister dating the chief of surgery. As far as he can see it's only going to end badly for everyone involved... but when a storm hits the hospital putting Amelia in danger, he realizes just how much Owen cares about her and how far he is willing to go to get her out of trouble.

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: Own nadda

Authors Notes: The feedback from some of my other stories prompted me to write something longer with a bit more action. Thank you again for all the comments! :) xx

"You're positive she's not coming back tonight?"

Amelia nodded and Owen tightened his hold on her waist as he kicked the door closed behind them. They'd been taking things slowly, excruciatingly slowly... but after sleeping together and weeks of dancing around the issue they were finally taking the initiative and moving forward in their relationship. He kissed her again savoring the feel of her body before he paused, taking a beat to watch her reaction. Even though they both seemed to be going at the same pace he didn't want there to be any doubts between them. "You're sure you still want to do this?"

She smiled at the crease that furrowed his brow. It was adorable and admirable but she was more than ready and she slipped her fingers under the band of his jeans pulling him towards the couch. "I'm sure, are you sure?"

"Me? Oh no, I'm definitely sure." He smiled, covering her mouth and ending the stream of rambling. It was nothing like their first kiss. There was no hesitation, no timidness and he breathed a laugh against her lips as he pushed her back onto the sofa.

She adjusted, pulling his weight down on top of her and fumbling clumsily with the buttons on his shirt. She could feel his muscles tensing under the thin fabric and she reached up stealing another kiss. Hell yes, she was so sure. In one swift movement she threw the offending material to the floor and squeaked as his cold hands palmed the skin beneath her sweater. God she needed more. She needed them to be hot and sweaty, closer... and she pulled up the hem of her top helping him to lift it over her shoulders.

He dumped the sweater and stopped again, taking in her tousled hair and flushed cheeks with a genuine smile. She was beautiful. More than that she was intelligent, talented, fun and one of the strongest people he'd ever met. Maybe they were getting in over their heads but he'd never been more excited to throw himself into the deep end.

"Owen?" Amelia brushed his shoulder, giving up on trying to read his expression, "stop staring and kiss me."

He obliged, running his hand down to the button of her jeans and shivering as she arched towards him. The anticipation was mind numbing and he thumbed the metal free, freezing when he heard the distinctive sound of keys in the door. "I though you said Meredith was on call-" he whispered the words in a rush, his instincts telling him to keep entirely still despite the alarm bells ringing in his head. The smart thing to do would have been to get up and move but his body wasn't cooperating and Amelia wasn't making any effort to move either.

She frowned in confusion, sprawling her palms across his chest as she tried to think . There was no way it was her sister in-law coming home which only left one other possibility. "Oh my god, it's Derek... he's not meant to be back until tomorrow." As soon as she uttered the words her brothers voice broke through the door announcing he arrival and she panicked, shoving Owen off her and flinching as he landed on the floor with a heavy thud.

"Sorry, I'm sorry-" she threw out the half hearted apology, trying to get dressed before her brother barreled into the room but it was a futile effort. They didn't have enough time and she heard his suitcase drop on the floor-boards, looking up just in time to see his jaw go slack.

"This isn't what it looks like-" Owen tried to jump in first but the defense held little weight. He was still half-way through buttoning up his shirt and Amelia was still scrambling on the ground trying to find her clothes. They were so busted.

Derek felt his shock morph into anger as he took in the scene in front of him. Disbelief prickled the hairs on his neck and he tried not to overreact as he watched Amy putting her sweater back on. Clearly it was exactly what it looked like; his little sister sleeping with one of his closest friends... who also happened to be the chief of surgery.

"Is somebody going to explain to me what the hell is going on?" He asked, folding his arms firmly over his chest. He wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt but their silence was making it increasingly difficult.

"Okay Derek-" Amelia finally answered, lifting her hands in a gesture of surrender, "Owen and I are both two consenting adults, we're not doing anything wrong."

"Not doing anything..." he trailed off trying to get his head around what she was saying. Everything about it was wrong. She was a recovering addict and he suffered from bouts of PTSD, not to mention both of them had a history of failed relationships. She needed support, stability... not a man who had inadvertently nearly strangled his last partner whilst having a nightmare.

"How long?" Derek tried to keep his tone neutral but he could feel anger tensing his jaw, "does Meredith know about this?"

"Nobody knows anything because we're not, we haven't... urgh- " she growled out her frustration refusing to be spoken to like a child. Okay, so there were at least one hundred other better ways she could have broken the news to him but at the end of the day it was her life and she didn't need his approval. "Derek this is happening, so deal with it."

"No, I will not deal with it," he stepped angrily around his bag, virtually ignoring the other man as moved closer to his sister. It was only when Owen edged protectively in front of her that he addressed the chief of surgery, pinning him with a glare, "fine, you think this is such a great idea? You look me in the eye right now and tell me that she's not always going to be second best next to Cristina?"

The accusation hit Owen bluntly in the chest and he was too shocked to say anything. He was trying to move forward, trying to get on with his life and even though nobody would ever replace Cristina that didn't mean he couldn't find happiness, maybe even be happier, with someone else. Unfortunately the words lodged in his throat and before he could find a way to voice them Amelia had already jumped to his defense.

"So by that logic you're saying Meredith will always be second best compared to Addie? She wasn't going to lie, Owen's silence had caused a tiny flare of hurt to surface but they both had baggage. She wasn't going to begrudge him anything that had happened in his past and she stepped forward intending to go head to head with her brother.

"What no, of course not-" Derek screwed up his face hating the fact that she was twisting his words. He and Addison were different, it was a different situation and he tore a hand up through his hair letting out his frustration. "You're not thinking this through... either of you. What about working together, the age difference?"

"What you mean like with you and Meredith?" Amelia threw her hands on her hips ready to counter every argument he came up with. So far he'd said nothing that held any value and she couldn't understand why he so angry and against the idea. "I don't understand what the problem is?"

Owen took a deep breath preparing to interrupt the sibling rivalry. He knew exactly why Derek was so angry and the worst part was that he couldn't disagree with the man. "The problem is... he doesn't think I'm good enough for you."

A heavy silence fell over the room confirming the fact and Owen shifted awkwardly not sure what else to say. He was flawed, there was no denying it and in her brothers eyes that meant he didn't tick all of the right boxes.

Amelia caught Derek's gaze knowing Owen was exactly on the mark. The fact he wasn't trying to deny it spoke volumes and she felt her own anger start to peak. He had no right to decide who was good enough for her. She'd made plenty of mistakes. She lived with the consequences of bad decisions every day and finding someone who understood that was more important than finding someone who would simply just accept it.

"Well I don't care what you think... because you're wrong." She brazenly took Owen's hand, leading him around Derek towards the door. Part of her was almost bold enough to ask if she could stay in his caravan but she didn't want the night to be overshadowed -like so many other things- by her brother. "I'm really sorry-" she dropped her voice down to a whisper, doing her best to ignore Derek's presence in the room, "I still want... I mean-"

"It's okay." He cut her off not wanting to make the situation any more awkward but the quick response created an air of uncertainty between them. The way she pouted stirred butterflies in his stomach and without thinking he reached up to brush a stray strand of hair from her face, "coffee tomorrow morning?"

"I'd like that." She smiled, missing the warmth of his hand as it dropped to his side. She really didn't want him to go but she could feel Derek's gaze boring holes into her back and rather than knowledge it she reached up giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

Owen glanced over her shoulder nodding at the neurosurgeon on the other side of the room. He was hoping that once his friend had time to adjust to the idea he would come around but he wouldn't deny Derek had every right to be hesitant. Amelia was his sister, his family and he was only doing what any other protective brother would do.

Amelia reluctantly opened the door and watched Owen leave, closing it with a heavy sigh. She was angry, frustrated -in more ways than one- and she saw no point in continuing the argument with her brother. "We're done talking about this."

Derek shook his head following her as she stormed passed. "No we're not, Amy-" he grabbed her arm, stopping her before she could run away. They weren't kids anymore and she couldn't just lock herself in her bedroom because she didn't want to listen to him. "I like Hunt, I do... he's a good man but trust me when I say he's not right for you."

"Why?" She angrily pulled her arm down and out of his reach, "who is good for me, a priest in a convent? This isn't my first rodeo Derek, I've been engaged twice remember?"

"Exactly and look how those turned out-" he argued his point, lifting his hand and leaning it against the wall so he towered over her, "you came here because you were scared of settling down and starting a family. He wants to do that, he wants kids and-"

"So do I!" She cut him off, feeling her eyes start to well but she wouldn't cry. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. Just because he was her brother didn't mean he knew everything about her and she'd be damned if she was going to let him get away with making wrong accusations.

"You're right I didn't want them with James... deep down I knew that which is why I ended things-" she sucked in a deep breath trying to push down the pain of remembering what is was like to want to start a family. Her first fiance Ryan had stirred those feelings inside her without hesitation. He'd been her world and it was only after she'd moved to Seattle that she'd realized she hadn't properly come to terms with his death. James had been a distraction but she was moving on now, pushing through... and just because they hadn't worked out, it didn't mean she couldn't find those feelings again with the right person. "My baby, the one I held... Ryan's baby... I wanted him so much. We were going to get married, have four kids... two girls and two boys."

Derek felt an immediate wave of disapproval at the mention of her first fiance. He didn't know a lot about Ryan other than he'd been a drug addict and died from an overdose. Neither his sister or Addison really talked about the man which he suspected was largely because they thought he would judge the situation... and he would have. Anyone who took Amelia down that path didn't deserve his compassion and he struggled to keep his mouth shut as she started speaking again.

"I know you wouldn't have approved of him either but Ryan made me happy. He made me want things, a life and a family..." she paused, collecting herself enough to find the right words. She and Owen weren't there yet. There was potential but both of them wanted to take things slowly, make sure they weren't rushing into anything and whatever they were doing it felt right. "Owen makes me happy- " she decided on simple, giving Derek her best pleading gaze, "so I'm asking you... don't ruin this for me. If we can make it work great but if we can't I can handle it."

He sighed, bringing his hand up to massage the bridge of his nose. Every instinct told him it was a bad idea, that she should get out now before it went too far but this was getting them nowhere. If he wanted to get thorough to her then he needed a new tactic. "Okay." He reluctantly took a step back, lifting his gaze to the ceiling, "I don't like it, you know I don't like it but you're right, you're an adult and it's your decision."

She felt like there was a catch coming and she nodded quickly before he could change his mind. "Thank you. I know you're just looking out for me and I appreciate it but you don't need to worry, I can take care of myself."

Derek watched her turn and bit down on his lip to stop from saying anything else. If she knew about Owen's past, the PTSD or how he'd cheated on his wife then maybe she wouldn't be so quick to jump into bed with the doctor but he knew his sister. Telling her not to do something was like waving a red flag in front of bull. The only person he was going to get through to with rational sense was the chief of surgery himself.

If he could make Owen see just how much of a terrible idea it was then maybe he could stop both of them from entering into something that was only going to end in heartbreak.