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Had to add Jo/Jules twice there, lol.

Mohanty's going to try and throw her under the bus and we can't let this angel get punished for it. Damnit, Jules deserves better, I hope the rest of the hospital takes her side!!

Fandom: Grey's Anatomy

Pairing: Jules/Amelia/Monica

Contents: Trauma, Angst, PTSD, Comfort, Love.

The call room was silent except for the muffled chaos of the hospital beyond its door. Amelia Shepherd stood with her back pressed against the wall, her hands trembling as she tried to steady her breathing. The acrid smell of smoke still clung to her scrubs, a constant reminder of what had just happened. Monica Beltran sat on the edge of the narrow bed, her usually composed exterior cracking at the edges. Her whole body was trembling, small visible shakes that she couldn't seem to control. Jules Millin paced the small space, her movements jerky and uncoordinated, like her body hadn't quite caught up with the fact that she was still alive.

No one asked, Are you okay? The question had no traction. The door clicked shut and the silence made room for the other sounds to crawl out of their bones: the boom, the flare of heat, the grit in their teeth, the smell that did not belong in a hospital. 

It was all so much. Everything they had been through. 

"I can't—" Jules's voice broke. She stopped pacing, her hands coming up to cover her face. "I can't stop seeing it. The fire. The way everything just—"

Her words dissolved into a choked sob.

Monica stood immediately, reaching for Jules despite her own hands shaking violently. She had meant to be practical—sit, water, breathe—but her mouth did not obey. The flash reappeared in the corner of her vision, the heat, the blast "Hey, hey, it's okay," she said, but her own voice wavered dangerously. She pulled Jules into her arms, and Jules clung to her like a lifeline.

"We're okay," Monica whispered, but even as she said it, her breath hitched. Her whole body was shaking so hard that Jules tightened her grip to steady them both. "We're—"

She couldn't finish. The reality of how close they'd come crashed over her like a wave. Her knees buckled slightly, and Jules caught her, holding her up even as tears streamed down both their faces.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured into Jules' shoulder. For what she wasn’t really sure. For crying perhaps? For taking their attention when they were hurting too? For not having done more for the people they left behind, for the ones who would never be coming home again?

"Monica—" Jules's voice cracked with concern.

"I thought I was going to die," Monica gasped out, the words tumbling free like a confession. Her composed mask shattered completely, her body shaking harder now. "I really thought—I was so sure we weren't going to make it out, and I just kept thinking about everything I'd never get to do, everyone I'd never see again—" Her voice broke into sobs.

Jules pressed her forehead against Monica's, her own tears falling faster. "Me too," she whispered. "God, Monica, me too." She pulled back just enough to cup Monica's face, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "I'm scared," Jules whispered, the words escaping like a confession. "I'm so scared."

Monica's hands came up to cradle Jules's face in return, and she kissed Jules's forehead softly, reverently. "We made it," she said, but it came out as a sob.

They held each other, trembling and crying, neither one able to be strong for the other because the fear was too big, too consuming.

Amelia watched them, guilt crushing her chest like a physical weight. This is my fault. The thought wouldn't stop repeating itself. It had been her patient, Jenny was her responsibility. She should have done something, seen something, prevented all of this.

But seeing them fall apart—Monica's body shaking uncontrollably, Jules's whispered fears—something shifted in her. They needed her. Not her guilt. Not her self-recrimination. They needed someone to hold them together.

She crossed the room in three steps.

"Come here," Amelia said softly, sitting on the bed and opening her arms. "Both of you. Come here."

Monica and Jules turned to her, faces streaked with tears, and didn't hesitate. They collapsed into Amelia's embrace, Jules on one side and Monica on the other. Amelia wrapped her arms around both of them, guiding their heads gently to rest against the upper span of her chest, the safe place below her shoulder and above her heartbeat as their tears soaked through her scrub top. Her palm cupped the back of Jules’s head, fingers combing through sweat-tacky hair; her other hand found the base of Monica’s skull and stayed, steady as a metronome.

"Shh, shh," Amelia murmured, one hand now stroking Jules's hair, the other doing the same for Monica. She could feel Monica still trembling violently against her. She kept stroking their hair in slow, soothing motions. "I've got you, sweethearts. Both of you. I've got you."

Jules's fingers clutched at Amelia's scrubs as a fresh wave of sobs shook her body. "I'm scared," she whispered again, her voice breaking. "I'm scared, I'm scared—"

Amelia pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "I know, baby. I know you are." She kissed Monica's forehead tenderly. "Shh. You're safe. I've got you both."

Monica's whole body was still shaking against her, the tremors continuous and uncontrollable. "I couldn't—I couldn't be strong anymore," she choked out. "I tried but I—"

"You don't have to be strong right now," Amelia said firmly, pulling Monica closer, trying to still the shaking with the warmth and security of her embrace. "You just have to let me hold you. Both of you." She shifted them slightly, settling more comfortably against the wall so she could hold them for as long as they needed. "You've been so brave. You got yourselves out. But you don't have to be brave anymore tonight."

She continued stroking their hair, her fingers moving through Jules's soft waves and Monica's dark strands with gentle, rhythmic motions. She kept their heads cradled against her chest, feeling their tears soak through the fabric, feeling every shuddering breath they took, feeling Monica's trembling slowly start to ease under her touch.

"I'm scared," Jules whispered again against her chest.

"I've got you, sweethearts. Both of you," Amelia repeated, kissing the top of Jules's head, then Monica's forehead again. "I promise. I've got you."

Monica's hand found Jules's across Amelia's lap, their fingers intertwining desperately. Monica turned slightly to press a soft kiss to Jules's temple, and Jules did the same, their lips brushing against whatever part of each other they could reach while still being held in Amelia's arms.

These weren't romantic gestures—they were something more primal. You're alive. I'm alive. We're here together.

"Just breathe with me," Amelia murmured, still stroking their hair. She took a deep, deliberate breath, and felt them try to match it. "In and out. That's all you have to do right now. Just keep breathing."

Amelia exhaled, a shaky breath that was not much of a sound, and turned her face into Jules’s hair for a second like she was afraid to let go.

“Okay,” Amelia whispered. “Okay.”

She adjusted her hold on them, pulling them even closer, tucking Monica more securely under her chin and pressing Jules more firmly against her shoulder. The weight of them, the warmth of their bodies against hers—it grounded all three of them.

Then Amelia began to hum softly—a simple melody that Derek used to hum when they'd lie in bed together after difficult days. He'd told her once that his mother used to hum it to him and his sisters when they were small. It was something he'd hummed to Amelia on her worst nights, when her own demons felt too big to face. Now she passed it on, this small piece of comfort from her past, hoping it could soothe them the way it had once soothed her.

The vibration of it resonated through her chest, and she felt Jules and Monica respond to it, their breathing starting to sync with the rhythm.

"That's it," she whispered between phrases of the melody. "Just like that. You're doing so good."

She kept up the gentle rhythm—her fingers moving through their hair, soft kisses pressed to their foreheads and the tops of their heads, the quiet humming that filled the small space with something other than fear. Her thumb traced small circles against Jules's scalp, while her other hand alternated between stroking Monica's hair and rubbing gentle circles on her back. Monica's shaking was finally subsiding, the tremors becoming less frequent under Amelia's steady touch.

"You're not alone," Amelia whispered, pressing another kiss to Monica's forehead, then one to Jules's hair. "I'm right here. We're all right here together. I've got you, sweethearts. Both of you."

Jules's sobs gradually began to quiet, exhaustion taking over where fear had been. "I kept seeing the flash,” Jules admitted into Amelia’s scrub top, words muffled. “And thinking that’s the last thing. I wanted to tell my mom—” The thought rushed up too fast and she flinched. “I didn’t want it to end there. With… with nothing.”

"I know, sweetheart. But I've got you," Amelia murmured, continuing to hum, continuing to stroke her hair. She kissed Jules’s forehead again, firmer, a punctuation. Then she leaned down and pressed a kiss to Monica’s hair from underneath her chin, right where a fine line of dust was still caught, as if to bless what made it through. “We are here.” Jules's breathing started to even out, her grip on Amelia's scrubs loosening slightly as her body grew heavy with the need for sleep.

Monica's tears slowed, though Amelia could still feel the occasional shudder run through her, the last remnants of the shaking finally fading. "I don't want to close my eyes," Monica whispered, her voice raw. "Every time I do, I see—"

"I know, baby" Amelia soothed, continuing to stroke her hair. "But I'm going to be right here. The whole time. If you need to wake up, you wake up, and I'll still be here holding you. Both of you." She pressed a lingering kiss to Monica's forehead. "You're safe. I won't let anything happen to you. I've got you, sweethearts."

Monica's eyes finally fluttered closed, her breathing deepening as Amelia continued the gentle stroking, the soft humming. Jules was already asleep, her face finally peaceful despite the dried tear tracks on her cheeks, her breathing slow and steady.

Amelia kept stroking their hair even after they'd both drifted off, kept holding them close against her chest, kept humming Derek's melody—their melody now. She pressed one more kiss to each of their foreheads, then rested her own head back against the wall.

She could feel their heartbeats against her—steady, alive, safe. The three of them tangled together in the narrow call room bed, seeking warmth and comfort in the aftermath of something that could have destroyed them all.

Her guilt hadn't disappeared—she suspected it wouldn't for a long time. But right now, in this moment, keeping these two women safe in her arms felt like the only thing that mattered. They had survived. They were breathing. They were together.

Amelia's own exhaustion finally caught up with her, and she let her eyes close, her arms still wrapped protectively around Jules and Monica, her hands still resting gently in their hair.

Tomorrow they would face the fallout. Tomorrow there would be questions and investigations and the painful work of moving forward.

But tonight, they had each other. They had this small, quiet moment of peace in the chaos.

What we could have gotten if the writers had courage... but we can still dream...

One fucking thing.

Jules and Amelia together for at least one scene, both of them getting a chance to release their shared pain, both of them to tell the other it wasn’t their fault, both of them to share memories of Monica, to have both Adelaide Kane and Caterina Scorsone, two of the best actresses on the show at the moment, act their socks off.

Give us some scenes with Amelia and Jules together comforting each other and grieving Monica together in tonight's episode. If you couldn't give us Momelia, give us that at least. Give us some hope or comfort for the last two interesting characters on the show please???

Oh we are fucked.