Broken

Riggs, still chewing on his nuts, watched as Amelia downed her Vodka Tonic. There was something mysterious about this woman sitting beside him. She looked so melancholy, so sad, so lost, so in despair- he couldn't help but wonder why. She seemed to be hiding a deep, dark secret behind her eyes, a secret so dark that it cannot be let out, because if it was let out, it would engulf everyone around her in darkness. She looked so crestfallen, staring straight ahead of her. He was curious to know, but he didn't know if it was a good idea to prod her about it.

He finally decided that it was worth a try.

' So- do you come here often?' he asked Amelia.

' No' she replied curtly, still staring straight ahead.

Riggs is still not giving up.

' Is that your favourite drink- vodka tonic?'

' Nope' came the curt reply.

Finally taking her cue, Riggs gave up and just sat back enjoying his drink.

They both sipped on their drinks in silence for quite some time, just staring straight ahead and looking at the people entering and leaving the crowded bar.

Amelia has barely finished her glass of vodka, but she was already beginning to feel light headed. The entire bar was starting to spin, and the voices surrounding her were starting to fade away.

' You ok?' Riggs asked, noticing the change in her facial expression.

' Yes, I'm fine- I'm all fine and dandy.' Amelia suddenly found her words back. When she found her words, there is no stopping her.

" Well ok then...because you don't look so...'

' I'm fine' Amelia cut him a bit more forcefully than intended. ' I'm as fine as a girl who has nobody who freaking cares about her could be. I'm so fine- I lost my father, I lost my brother and now my boyfriend AND my sister-in-law aren't talking to me anymore- I'm FINE...' she ranted, her speech becoming more slurred, particularly at the word 'fine'.

With the vodka working its magic on her, and due to her heightened sensitivity to the drink due to the fact she hadn't had a drink in such a long time, she had lost her filter.

Riggs, now dumbfolded, remained silent.

Amelia finally lifted her eyes to look at him.

' So- tell me more about yourself' she said, smirking, her speech still slurred. ' I really want to know why Owen Hunt hates you so much. It seems like you both have some bad blood going on here. He wouldn't tell me anything, so I need you to tell me - what the hell is up with you two.'

By now, Riggs is feeling really uncomfortable with this conversation. He barely knew Amelia, and he certainly wasn't going to reveal his entire history with Owen to a person he barely knew. Besides, she seemd to be getting drunk.

He pretended to check his watch.

' Oops...It's getting late now...I gotta go' he said, pulling back his chair.

'Nice talking to you', he said as an afterthought, walking away as far from Amelia as he possibly could.

Amelia smirked to herself again. 'Way to go, Amelia' she thought to herself. ' The number one expert in chasing men away.'

Amelia raised her hand, about to catch the attention of the bartender to order another glass of vodka.

Then she changed her mind and decided she wanted something stronger instead. Something that could ease away all her pain and hurt and erase all her bad memories.

Something she had craved for ages,and almost caved in to it one year ago. Oxy.

Screw it, she would get the Oxy instead. She wondered if the junkie doctor still sells it.

She scrolled down her phone and found his contact, with difficulty as her vision was starting to blur. She started to type a text to him, but realized that her hands were now too shaky to type. She pressed call instead.

' Hello' a raspy voice answered the phone.

' Hello- it's me' Amelia said without explanation.

' You need some more?' the voice asked.

' Yes' came the short reply.

' Ok- meet me at the shop behind Joe's in 15 minutes time.'

The 15 minutes she waited for what she was desperately craving for, was the longest 15 minutes in her life. She hadn't realized that she craved oxy so much, until it was almost within her reach.

Amelia missed Oxy so much. She could feel the pulse in her veins, anticipating the entry of Oxy into her body. She could already feel the feeling of euphoria and numbness she would feel when she had Oxy in her body. She would finally feel free and blissful after what seemed like ages. She missed the feeling of not being able to feel anything.

A voice at the back of her mind reminded her that Owen would be mad at her for breaking her sober rule all at one shot today. But she didn't care anymore. To hell with it. She has already had some vodka in her system, adding in Oxy into her system wouldn't hurt. Besides, who is he to her? They both had no obligation to each other- he had no right to tell her what she could do or could not do.

She checked her watch again.

12 minutes had gone since she sent the text. It was time to make a move. She slowly made her way out of the bar- her head still spinning.

As she stepped outside the bar, the fresh cool breeze of the night air was so welcoming, she felt better almost immediately.

She walked down the dark alley, walking purposedly straight ahead. She knew that this alley was very famous for news of people especially women getting kidnapped, assaulted, robbed, or even raped, but all these were pushed to the back of her mind as she walked hurriedly towards the meeting point.

Suddenly she felt a strong arm grab her from behind and grip both her shoulders hard.

' This is it' Amelia thought bitterly. ' I am going to get raped and then brutally murdered, and someone is going to find my body chopped into a million pieces. And maybe, just maybe Owen and Meredith would bawl their eyes out.'

Still, she thought it would be worth a try to kick him hard in the balls, like what she had learnt in self-defense class and make a bolt.

She turned around to face her assailant, and gasped.

' Owen!'

' What are you doing here Amelia?' he asked more harshly than intended. But it was apparent from his facial expression that he was concerned about her.

' Nothing, just coming out from Joe's' Amelia answered casually.

' Joe's? I thought you don't go there anymore?' Amelia didn't answer, she just stared down at the pavement, not daring to look at Owen in the eye.

' Amelia, have you been drinking?' he asked.

' Have you been drinking?!' he repeated, a hint of anger in his voice when she still didn't answer.

' YES!' she finally yelled back. ' Yes, I've been drinking at Joe's, and none of what I do is any of your business. I've been sober for so long, I deserve a break'

' Amelia!' Owen cried in exasperation. ' You know it doesn't work like that! Once you relapse back you would never stop!'

' DON'T YOU DARE!' Amelia cried out, causing Owen to step back in shock. 'Don't you dare yell at me like I'm your daughter or your wife or fiance or girlfriend. None of this is your business. I don't owe you any explanation for what I do. I am a grown woman, I can do whatever I like'.

' Amelia' Owen's voice was now reduced to a whisper. He couldn't believe what Amelia was saying. There was so much hurt in her voice and her face, it is cutting deep into his soul.

' Don't Amelia me! What am I to you Owen? Am I really your girlfriend? Or just someone you climb on top of when you get horny? Because if you do regard me as your girlfriend, why do you keep on shutting me out? Why wouldn't you tell me what is wrong with you? Why wouldn't you let me help you?'

Owen was now speechless. He really didn't see this coming. Did he really just screw this up yet again? Why does he keep on screwing this up?

' Instead you go and tell Meredith everything. You confide in her but not me, why? What does she know that I don't? I see both of you talking to each other almost everyday now. It hurts, Owen- it hurts when you shut me out like that' tears were now filling Amelia's eyes. ' I opened up to you and told you all my darkest secrets, I bared my soul to you. Why wouldn't you do the same to me?'

Without saying a word, Owen pulled Amelia towards his chest in a tight hug. Amelia tried to resist, but she was just too upset and she still had the vodka in her system.

' It's getting cold out here.' he said.

He removed his jacket, and wrapped it around her shivering form.

She couldn't be more grateful for the jacket, but then she remembered she was still furious with him.

' Com'on, let's go back to my place to talk' he said, putting an arm over her shoulder as he guided her towards his car.

They both have a lot to talk about, but he was determined to sort it out with her. Because Amelia Shepherd deserved better. Maybe it was time for him to open up to her as well.