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Part. Two. Was. Amazing. If you want/have any energy left in you after that, could you write the phone conversation between Charlotte and Amelia that was implied in part 2? I would LOVE to see how Charlotte dealt with it
For my beautiful twin Anna. You are my one.
āCome on, come on, come on.ā
She wasnāt picking up. Doctors always picked up. Especially Charlotte, being the chief of staff and a mother. Charlotte always picked up, but she wasnāt picking up. Now, of all times.
āPick up, pick up, pick up.ā
She couldnāt stop thinking about the drugs. She hadnāt felt good, being drugged, and she didnāt know why she couldnāt stop thinking about them. Everything feltā¦softer, like the harsh edges of reality were blurred just enough to make them hurt less when they cut into her. She just wanted it to hurt a little less, and she just needed Charlotte. But Charlotte was a lost cause, so she tried a new tactic.
āCome on, pick up, please. Someone, anyone, come on.ā
Richard wasnāt answering either. She felt like throwing her phone at the wall. Where the hell was everyone when she needed them? This one time, and they were all M.I.A.
āPlease, please, please.ā
The phone stopped ringing and went to voicemail for the fifth time in a row, and she didnāt know what to do. She couldnāt call Owen. Heād just dropped her off, and she promised sheād be fine. She told him she had people to talk to and that sheād be okay, and she was such a mess. He deserved a break from all her crazy. Besides, even when Owen understood her and accepted every screwed up piece she was made up of, there were some things he could never quite relate to. This was one of them.
āAddie, come on, Addie. I need you. I need my sister. I need you, please.ā
It was like a mantra she was repeating as she dialed every number she could think of. And at last, Addison Montgomery came through.
āHello?ā
āWhereās Charlotte?ā
āAmelia?ā
āAddie, whereās Charlotte?ā
āWhatās wrong? Are you okay?ā
āAddison, where is Charlotte?ā
āSheāsā¦. She took the past few days off. One of the girls got sick and now theyāre allā¦. Amelia, whatās wrong?ā
āI need youā¦.ā Her voice wavered and she took a minute to steady it. To make absolutely certain she wouldnāt break down. Addison wasnāt the one she really needed right now. āI need you to get Charlotte. Get her on the phone or tell her to call me or⦠Anything. I need you to get me Charlotte.ā
āAmelia, tell me whatās going on. Whatās the matter? What can I do?ā
āGet me Charlotte.ā
There was a pause, then: āIāll go tell Cooper to try calling her.ā
Amelia sat, ear pressed to the phone, waiting for what felt like an eternity. Addison must of left her phone in her office while she went to get Cooper, but she could just imagine the conversation. Amelia is acting strung out and hostile again. We need to get Charlotte to talk her down, see if sheās in trouble again. Again, again, again. Whatās wrong with Amelia Shepherd this time?
She closed her eyes and listened to the noise on the other end of the phone. She pictured what would be happening in LA. Violet would be gone, off to promote her newest book. Jake was probably comforting a crying and distraught mother-to-be. Cooper would be trying to work, stressed over his sick kids, and then Addison would walk in and shake up his world a little more. She almost hung up, guilt overcoming her for crashing into their lives with another Amelia Shepherd Catastrophe, but then she heard a door open and heels clicking on the floor. Addison.
āCooper called Charlotte. She didnāt pick up. He says sheās probably not near her phone and canāt hear it, or she wouldāve answered.ā
Amelia sighed shakily. So that was it. She was done.
āHeās going to run home and tell her to call you, okay?ā Cooper, her hero. āIām going to stay on the phone with you until she calls. Iām going to be right here, doing some work, and we donāt even have to talk. Iām just going to be right here for you, alright?ā
āAlright,ā she agreed, and so they waited. It was quiet again, but the silence wasnāt nearly as empty as it had been before. She didnāt feel as jumpy or on edge, and when her phone finally started beeping with the alert of an incoming call, she felt calm.
āThank you, Addison. I justā¦. Thank you.ā
She hung up and accepted the new call.
āAmelia.ā Her voice was loud and worried and anxious all at once, in the Charlotte-esque way only she could pull off without it sounding unkind. āWhat happened?ā
āIā¦ā She finally had someone to talk to, someone she thought she could talk to, and she couldnāt find the words. āI need to talk to you about something, but I need you to remember you canāt, like, run up here all freaked out and a mess to try and save me because your kids are sick and you canāt leave them, so donāt even try suggesting it. I know Cooper could handle it, but he shouldnāt have to, so I just need to tell you something and I need you to talk to me and not to threaten to put your life on hold to come save me.ā
āOkay,ā she said. So Amelia talked.
āThereās a bar across the street from the hospital where I work. A nurse invited me to go out with him there, so I went. I didnāt drink. I asked for water. But he mustāveā¦slipped something in it. He gave me drugs.ā
āDid you go to a meeting?ā
āYeah, Iāve been to meetings. I have people here, well, a person and heāsā¦helped. Iām okay. I donāt want to drink, and I donāt want to get high. I mean, I think about it, but I donāt think I want it. Not really.ā
āIām proud of you, Amelia. I know this must be hard-ā
āNo, itās notā¦. I donāt want to get high. After he drugged meā¦.ā Her voice broke, and she didnāt know how to say it anymore. She didnāt know how to put the words together to tell her closest friend in the world something that would make her relive one of the worst times in her own life. āIt was awful, Charlotte. He was awful,ā she finished, praying sheād understand.
āAmelia.ā Her voice was more alert now, urgency lacing every syllable. She pictured her in her living room, a complete mess from the kids and having no time to clean, sitting upright now, back stiff. Her hair would be thrown up messily, a quick necessity before she got up in the morning to take care of the girls. She would probably be wearing yesterdayās clothes, unconcerned with her own state in the midst of the chaos. In short: a motherly disaster. She didnāt need any of Ameliaās pain. And yet, she asked, āWhat did he do?ā
She started crying then. Quietly, but loud enough to be heard over the phone. She tried to restrain herself, but Charlotte being so busy and stressed in her own life and still genuinely caring about what was wrong broke her.
āAmelia,ā she said again, but this time it was softer. Apologetic. Understanding. Full of remorse and pity and regret. āTalk to me.ā
āI canāt,ā she choked out. āI canāt talk about it. I thought I could. I thought with youā¦. But I canāt.ā A beat, then she continued anyway, āI canāt talk about the way he grabbed my arm and twisted it when he pulled me into the alley. I canāt talk about how he hit me so hard I blacked out for long enough to forget what was happening. I canāt talk about the way his hands feltā¦. How I didnāt want to exist anymore. How I wished Iād been hit so hard I was still unconscious. How my life felt worthless. How I felt powerless. I canāt talk about how I fought him, how for such a brief, flickering moment of hope I thought I could escape. How the other man I thought would save me just helped hold me down. How he said, āThis oneās a fighter,ā like it was some joke, like I was just another in a long line of fighters and losers. I canāt talk about it because itās all just a messed up blur, and itās a struggle to make out what happened and what didnāt. I donāt want to, either. I donāt want to remember it. I canāt talk about it because I might remember something else, something my shattered mind mercifully forgot, and that will make it worse. And I canāt imagine it being worse, Charlotte. I donāt think Iād survive it. Iām barely surviving now.
āYou know, they thought I overdosed all on my own? They thought I did that to myself. That Iād chosen to do drugs. They thought I was that weak.ā She laughed hollowly. āBut I was so strong. I kicked that guyās ass. You should see him, Charlotte. They say he was almost dead. I almost killed him, and I am not weak. Iām surviving. Iām the strong one.ā
She pictured Charlotteās smile. Sad, probably, right up to her eyes. Her eyes would be sad, but she would be proud too. Pitiful and proud, thatās the look. Thatās the look everyone reserved for her.
āYouāre the strong one,ā Charlotte agreed, and Amelia almost smiled too. They had one for everyone at the practice.
āAddisonās the maternal one,ā Amelia recited.
āCooperās the childish one.ā
āSamās the hot one.ā She laughed a little.
āVioletās the crazy one.ā
āSheldonās the foolishly optimistic one.ā
āJakeās the new one.ā Charlotte paused, then added, āNot so new now.ā
āJakeās the perfect one,ā Amelia said thoughtfully. āHe always knows what to say.ā They didnāt say anything for a moment, reveling in the silent moment of companionship. Then Amelia remembered, and said, āAnd Charlotteās the bitchy one.ā
Charlotte laughed, a real, happy, authentic laugh. āStill? Iāve come a long way, missy. Youāve been in Seattle too long if you think Iām still the bitchy one.ā
āWe need a bitchy one! It completes the set. Weāre a family, and there has to be a bitchy one.ā They were quiet again for a bit.
Then, āSo whoās this person you found in Seattle? Does he get to be part of the family? Whatās his āoneā?ā
She laughed a little at the first thing that popped into her head, and she knew it would sound incredibly lame, but she said, āHeās just the one.ā
āWhat are they doing to you up there? Have you lost your mind? Since when are you a positive ray of sunshine talking about finding āthe oneā?ā
āAh,ā Amelia said. āThe Bitchy One speaks.ā
āHey, Iām all for it! If we all get a āoneā, Coopās got that spot locked. I believe in love and forevers and all that crap now too. Iām just saying that you never did.ā
āI guess Iāve changed.ā
āYou have.ā
There was a pause, and then Amelia said, quietly, āI wish this hadnāt happened.ā
āI do too.ā
āI keep blaming myself. I knew something was wrong. And I know itās not my fault, but it still feels like I shouldāve done something. And youāll say āno victim blaming, it isnāt your fault for what he did to you,ā and I know that, but I still canāt help thinking it.ā
āThe world is a messed up place, full of messed up people. You just ran into one who was a little more screwed up than the rest of them. Itās not your fault for being in that situation. Itās his, for taking his pain and reacting to it in a way that caused someone else pain.ā
āI feel like Iāve been through so much, and I should just know how to handle it by now, you know? Like I just keep bothering everyone over and over with all of my freaky, dark, traumatic crap. My dad died and my best friend died and Ryan and my baby and Mark and Pete and Derekā¦. I should know how to deal with pain. I shouldnāt need other people to talk me through it anymore.ā
āYou know what you wouldāve done a few years ago if this happened, Amelia? You wouldāve gone off after they set you loose and you wouldāve scored some oxy and gotten high. Thatās how you wouldāve dealt with your pain on your own, so that you didnāt have to inflict it on anyone else. Today, you moved mountains to get ahold of me so you could talk instead. Thatās not weak, or bothersome, or you failing in any way. That is your new strength. That was making the right call. That was you knowing how to handle it by now. You have changed. Itās called character development, Amelia. Itās called success.ā
That was the thing about Charlotte, Amelia reflected as they started into small talk about their lives and friends. She wasnāt the bitchy one anymore, not really. She was the maternal one. And the childish, hot, crazy, foolishly optimistic, perfect one. She was the strong one. She was everything good about all of them, combined into one. No matter who she found in Seattle or who āthe oneā turned out to be, Charlotte would always be her one. She was everything Amelia aspired to be. She was her inspiration. She made her believe that people could change and be everything theyād ever hoped to be. She was always there when she needed her.
If she ever needed people, Charlotte King was around.