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jobrookekarev · 2 months

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Pour Me a Drink (or Not)

Chapter: One/One

Words: 1,803

Summary: Link goes to the loft after Amelia dumps him and talks to Jo while she waits for Alex to call her.

Takes place directly after ‘A Diagnosis’ (16x14)

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy.

Relationship: Atticus Lincoln & Jo Wilson, Amelia Shepherd/Atticus Lincoln, and Alex Karev/Jo Wilson

Characters: Atticus Lincoln, Jo Wilson, Alex Karev, and Amelia Shepherd.

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences General Audiences.

Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Family, Drabble, One Shot, A little Fluff, Food, Canon Compliant.

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“We’re over”

Amelia's words rang through Link’s ears as he walked out of the house. Link was on autopilot as he got in his car and drove away. The street signs became a blur as he was on autopilot. He just followed the cars that were in front of him until he finally snapped out of it. He realized he was somewhere in the SoDo district by the Old Rainier Brewery and just a few blocks away from Jo and Alex’s loft.

He knew Jo wouldn't mind him stopping over unannounced as he had done a couple of weeks since Alex left to take care of his family. Jo was always grateful for his company and he needed her. He locked his car and input the code for the apartment building, before running up the stairs to the loft.

“Jo,” Link yelled as he knocked on her door.

“Just a second,” Jo frantically yelled as he heard her moving things around in the loft.

Jo unlocked the door and pulled it open. The second she laid eyes on him, her lips parted as she took in his hopeless look.

“Amelia dumped me.”

“Oh Link,” Jo said, tilting her head as her shoulders slumped and she held open the door for him.

Link walked in and went straight for the freezer where he knew she kept the vodka, pulling it out along with two cups for them. He knew that with Jo they could just drink and be measurable together as Jo was worried about Alex.

“None for me, thanks,” Jo said, walking over to him with her arms crossed in front of her, but looked away and Link followed her eyes to the cell phone on her coffee table. He knew she wasn’t on call, for the hospital at least.

“It's okay, you don't have to drink with me and I promise I'll shut up when Alex calls,” Link said, pouring himself a drink and putting the other glass back.

“You can drink and I'll eat and we can both cry over the people we love,” Jo said, giving him a sad smile as she let out a heavy breath. Jo walked over to the kitchen and pulled out the leftover mac and cheese from her fridge, dishing him up a plate as well. “So did she give you a reason why?”

“She said she wanted someone who would love her regardless of her baby's paternity,” Link said, as he stole a bite of the mac and cheese before she put it in the microwave. “I mean, I love her, I do, but I want to know. Is that wrong, was I wrong to ask her for a paternity test?”

“No, you wanted to know and you asked her. That's your right as the potential father,” Jo said, turning back to look at him and putting a hand on his shoulder. “Amelia's just scared that someone who doesn't love her is going to get hurt because of it and that the person who does love her will stop loving her because of it. So instead she chose the easy way out, hurting you before you hurt her.”

“Therapy has made you really wise,” Link said, tilting his head at her and giving her a small smile as he patted her arm.

“Well once you start to understand your own complex emotions it's easy to understand others as well,” Jo said as the microwave dinged and she traded out the first plate for the second one.

“Does any of that understanding extend to Alex?” Link asked as he walked towards the couch.

“You're not here to talk about Alex,” Jo reminded him, grabbing the second plate out of the microwave.

“Well if you want I could go to Iowa and give him a little bit of brotherly advice,” Link said as Jo let out a laugh and he stepped on something by the coffee table, hearing the plastic break under his boot. He sat his drink and plate on the couch, sitting down before reaching to pick it up.

“Well I don't know about that, Alex and I... I don't know at this point. not after...” Jo trailed off, with a shake of her brown curls.

Link picked up the piece of plastic, the blue tip had cracked under his foot, but he instantly recognized what it was and turned it over to see the positive results displayed on the little screen.

“Jo,” Link whispered, standing up and turning around to stare at her.

Jo froze, holding her plate of mac and cheese and staring at the pregnancy test in his hands. He clearly wasn't meant to see it and she had probably tried to hide it when he knocked on her door. She had that look again, with her lips parted and her eyes wide; helpless.

“Would you mind taking care of another pregnant woman?” Jo finally managed to say, her words just above a whisper. “Because I truly think my husband has left me.”

Link dropped the tests on the table and ran to take the plates of food from Jo’s hands. He put them on the table before he wrapped his arms around Jo. Holding her and rocking back and forth just a little.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Jo said, fighting his arms as she squirmed and pushed against him. “This is supposed to be about you and Amelia. I should be comforting you not..”

“It’s okay Jo, and listen, Alex Karev is a lot of things, but he loves you. He has to come back for you and your baby.” Link tried to reassure her. He’d make sure that Alex came back to her, even if he had to go to Iowa and drag him back to Seattle himself.

“He's not!” Jo said in a mixture of anger and sadness. “I sent him a text and a picture of the test and I left him a voicemail hours ago and he still hasn't called me back. He’s not coming back.”

“Jo, he will come back! And in the meantime, I'll take care of two pregnant women, just like you said.” Link said, as Jo finally stopped fighting and clung to him. “I'm here for you, okay. I'll be Uncle Link and you can have some of my baby stuff. You'll love it. There’s this adorable little Seahawks jersey and matching booties.”

Jo nodded and tried to calm down as she let out a deep breath, before pulling back and wiping away her tears. “Okay, I've had my cry, your turn.”

Link laughed as he put an arm around her shoulder and they both grabbed their mac and cheese before going to sit on the couch. Jo turned on the TV to some late night medical drama that they loved to laugh at and they pointed out the inaccuracies while laughing at the insane amount of drama.

Yet, Link’s thoughts drifted back to Amelia. “I think I would have married her.”

Jo nodded, choosing not to make a joke about how he swore off married life after his parent’s divorce. She grabbed his empty plate and set it on the coffee table before he laid his head on her lap.

“We had love and the baby and I don't know, before she told me about the paternity I just thought, maybe we could do it. Maybe we could have the whole thing, partnership, a house, and a family.”

“Would you change your mind if the baby wasn't yours?” Jo asked as she ran her fingers through his hair, before grabbing a few strands and beginning to braid it.

“I don’t know. I guess I'm still waiting for the results.”

Jo hummed as her finger stilled. “Okay don't be mad, because it was 100% a hormonal thing, but I may or may not have talked to Owen.”

“What?” Link shot up and stared at her.

“I didn't say anything, at least nothing that wasn't hypothetical.” Jo rushed to explain it to him. “But he said that he and Teddy are in a really good place right now, and honestly I don't think he'd leave Teddy for Amelia.”

Link just sank back down as he nodded, turning his attention back to the TV again. “You can't just blame the stuff you said on your hormones.”

“Shut up,” Jo said lightly, hitting his arm. “Yes, I can.”

Things lapsed into silence again as they just watched the show. Jo’s fingers stilled in his hair as she moved to lay back against the arm of the couch. She culled up her legs as he moved his head to lay on her thigh.

“You should think about what would happen in both scenarios whether you can realistically co-parent or if you can work it out if the baby is yours. Regardless, don't give me the baby stuff, give it to Amelia, even the Seahawks onesie and you can buy me a second one because that sounds absolutely adorable.”

“It’s so cute,” Link added, looking up at her.

“Yeah?” Jo asked as she smiled down at him and he nodded.

Link pulled up a picture of the onesie for her and they cooed over it as Jo put a hand on her belly. Link looked at the way her shirt hugged her stomach and he could see the small outline of a little bump under her hand. He wasn't surprised that she was already showing, more so that it had taken her so long to realize it, as Alex had left two months ago.

“Are you going to co-parent with Alex if he…” Link trails off not even wanting to say it. The smile that Jo had as she looked at the onesie faded into a frown and Link instantly regretted asking her.

Jo took a deep breath and let it out in a huff. “I don't know, I guess that depends on if he calls me back.”

Link nodded, pulling up another onesie to show her and watching her face light up as she saw it.

“Amelia’s lucky to have you and if she doesn't see that, then honestly she's blind and you're better off with someone who sees the love you have to have to offer.”

“Thanks, Jo,” Link said, smiling up at her.

“No problem,” Jo said, ruffling up his perfect hair as he complained and tried to fix it but Jo only laughed.

They watch the rest of the medical drama and the beginning of the next show. Soon enough they both grew tired. Jo didn't want to sleep alone and Link neverminded sharing a bed with her. They slept like little kids together as Link had one arm around her waist and Jo curled up against him. They left the TV on, but before they knew it they both fell asleep.

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japrilsanatomy · 1 year

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Grey’s Anatomy Poll: Day 10

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bi-lullaby · 1 year

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Hi! I would love to hear your analysis of Amelink! What do you see as Amelia and Link'a similarities? In what ways are their personalities different? Are you surprised that the writers moved on from them or did you expect them to be endgame? I'm excited to read your responses!

(thank you for the ask!)

…Does Link even have a personality at this point?

I’m mostly being sarcastic but tbh I can’t see a whole bunch of things I’d describe Link as that aren’t so generic even a dating profile would be more in-depth.

I liked Amelink well enough (their beginning was PHENOMENAL and so sweet and I thought they had all the potential to be The It couple) (althought I do gotta add I shipped them fort he same reason I shipped Merlink quite strongly: He’s A Good Man who’d bring some sparkle and light into the life of one of my “dark and twisty” faves) and if they’d stayed making each other happy, I’d have been pleased for them to stay together, and I did think we were gearing up for them as endgame. I loved that both their personalities were explicitly shaped by childhood trauma but in such distinct ways, I love that it gave Amy experience and… Wisened her? While it gave Link a will to fight, a. surety in the possibility of regrowth. I mean, even their specialties reflect that? The rigid, precise control you gotta have with Neuro vs how ortho is so intrinsically tied with self-regeneration and movement. However, the writers apparently took Link from “sunshine golden retriever sweetheart” (which was shallow but consistent) to “single-minded entitled man-child” in one fell swoop and left very little for me to cheer for, and although they seem to have fixed that, it just isn’t the way to repair them as a couple.

I have empathy for his position, honestly, I see where he’s coming from in a lot of their conflicts (Like, I had a “?” face throughout the whole time Amelia was villanizing him for… not wanting to potentially raise someone else’s child?, I get that he wanted to marry Amy and was in love with her and that from his perspective (at least initially) her refusal must have stung and confused him), I understand what he was trying to get at with regards to him drinking during covid/quarentine even if he was not expressing it in a kind way) so it’s less that I think he’s necessarily bad for her and more that they’d have to eternally be fighting off resentment of each other.

Plus, while if I was, for examplec writting fic before Kai showed up and stole mine and Amelia’s hearts, I’d have put them together and ignored their breakdown, I really do love Kaimelia and see potential in Jolink and in letting Link branch. out as his own character more.

You know that TS song that goes “he was sunshine I was midnight rain”? I think that fits them very well. Beautiful aesthetics, can be made to work well together within a narrative but ultimately weren’t.

#again thank you so much #for sending asks #i love rambling lol #greys anatomy #amelia shepherd #atticus lincoln #amelink

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scorsoneamelia · 2 years

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amelia

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flawless-imperfections · 1 year

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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

[song: Maps — Maroon 5]

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amelinksbitch · 2 years

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She didn’t know how exactly they ended up here, but they definitely were here now.

There was a man lying beside her, an attractive man, a wonderful man who she knew wouldn’t do anything to harm her, a man who she knew was too good for her.

How she ended up here with him, she was a little fuzzy on.

There was a conference, and she ran into him at it. And, somewhere during the few days of the conference, he ended up in her hotel room. Naked. After fucking her brains out and leaving her speechless.

Maybe she didn’t want to remember how they got into this situation because then she would have to think about their relationship outside of this hotel room.

She nudged him, and he turned to face her with his eyebrows raised. She kissed him and straddled his body, not wanting to think about anything other than him.

For so long, she’d tried to maintain that image of the perfect mother, the perfect girlfriend, and hell, even the perfect wife because she was supposed to be with Owen, and she was supposed to be that person.

But now, she’s sitting on someone else’s lap, and he’s touching her just right as if he’s known her body forever. She doesn’t want to admit how good it feels.

Does it feel good to be with him, or just to be in this situation? She doesn’t know, and she doesn’t want to think about it. Because he’s here, and he’s about to fuck her like his life depends on it, and she couldn’t be more grateful for that.

It’s alternative pain relief; she thinks as he trails kisses down her body, paying attention to each and every curve of her figure and making her feel more seen than she’s felt in a long time. He tells her she’s beautiful, and she feels like she is.

Maybe part of her knows that there’s something more to this because any old hookup wouldn’t leave her feeling this way. And, she certainly wouldn’t agree to hook up with her coworker after such a messy relationship with a different coworker, if it was just that.

But that doesn’t matter right now because all she can see are the stars above her eyes, and she can’t make any noises other than the moans escaping her mouth.

She’s scared to say his name. To moan his name, to encourage him, because that would mean too much. She’s scared to hear it fall from her lips because she knows that she would like the sound of it, and he would too.

And he’s so damn polite, as he drops onto the bed beside her and asks how she’s feeling. As if he didn’t just give her the orgasm of her life, as if he hasn’t spent this entire time trying to make her feel better.

She moves her head onto his chest and sighs, and he wraps an arm around her and holds her close to his body. He’s warm and comfortable, and she closes her eyes.

She wakes up hours later to hear the shower running and finds that he’s gone from the bed, the comforter neatly pulled up and tucked in. She glances around the room, taking note of their clothes strewn across the floor from the events of last night.

The light coming through the window of the room is bright, almost bright enough to mean that it’s day, that they’ll have to leave the hotel room and face the world outside. The world on the other side of the plane she’s meant to board that night.

She gets out of bed and tiptoes towards the bathroom.

The door’s been left open, and she pokes her head in to see him showering. She knocks on the door politely, and when he turns around to greet her, he grins and opens the door of the shower.

It’s awfully spacious for a hotel shower. The tile behind her is cold, but the water’s hot, and her body is burning as he presses her against the shower wall.

His touch is more gentle now, but there’s just as much passion as before. His hands feel like they’re charged with care and kindness. She wraps her arms around his neck as she reaches that peak, burying her face into his shoulder and holding him tight against her, gently sinking her teeth into the skin at the base of his neck.

And then, it shifts. They wash their hair and their bodies, simply coexisting in the same space as the shower makes the only noise between them. She can almost sense that he wants to bring it up, as he places his hand on the small of her back to step past her, that he wants to ask the dreaded question of what this means.

She leaves the bathroom after he does to find him sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling on his shirt from the day before. She walks towards him, dropping her towel in the process, and straddles him. He grins against her lips when she kisses him, and they fall into the routine they’d managed to form in just a few hours. He’s inside of her in a heartbeat, and she reaches her climax for what feels like the millionth and also the first time ever.

And then, he’s gone. She’s sure he said goodbye; she vaguely remembers a hand brushing through her hair and his lips on hers after he muttered a soft goodbye, but she’s not sure of it.

She’s not quite sure of anything, to be honest, and for some goddamn reason, she feels empty without his company.

She feels like she’s sleep-walking as she gathers a change of clothes from her suitcase and pulls the fabric over her warm skin. The knit of her sweater scratches at the line of red marks on the base of her neck.

Almost immediately after she leaves her hotel room in search of food, she finds him standing in line, his eyes glued to his phone until she brushes her hand against his elbow. He looks up and smiles at her.

“Hey,” he greets, his voice warm. Amelia drops her hand to her side.

“I think,” she sighs, “I think we should-”

“Pretend like it never happened?” He interrupts her, a slight laugh trailing his response. “Yeah, I figured.” She takes a moment, attempting to study his expression.

“I just got out of a relationship. I didn’t mean to give you the impression that this was going somewhere.” She bites the inside of her mouth and shifts her feet uncomfortably as the line for the hotel buffet moves forward.

“Yeah, I realized that this morning.” He shrugs. “But, for the record, if you ever did want it to go somewhere, or even just turn this into a more regular thing,” he glances between them, “you know where to find me.” A smile creeps onto her face, and she gently nudges her body into his.

“When’s your flight back?”

“Tomorrow morning. You?”

“Tonight. So,” she turns to face him, “I’ve got a few hours before I need to leave.” She waits until his face softens in realization, a hint of excitement outlining his features. Amelia steps out of the line, walking backward until her coworker follows her trail through the hallways of the hotel to the room they’d occupied for the majority of the last day.

They fall back into each other’s arms with smiles and a newfound comfort between the two of them. She’s lying on top of him as they each catch their breaths when she realizes the number of times his name fell out of her mouth and the way he grinned at the sound of it every time. How natural it felt, how easy it all felt around him.

And then, he helps her pack up the tornado of her belongings thrown around the hotel room and walks her outside to the line of taxis waiting to bring people to the airport.

She purses her lips after he’s put her suitcase in the trunk of a taxi.

“You didn’t have to do that.” He shrugs and sticks his hands in his pockets.

“I’ll see you back in Seattle.”

“Mhm.” She smiles and steps forward, wrapping her arms around him before he has a moment to realize what’s happening. “Thank you.” He returns the embrace, and she can hear the smile on his breath.

“Thank you,” he responds, and Amelia pulls back.

“I’ll see you in Seattle.” She waves goodbye, and it almost feels ridiculous because she knows she’ll see him again in less than a day. His lips are pursed as he waves back, and his figure fades away as the taxi drives away from the hotel. Her phone dings.

She doesn’t remember ever having him in her contacts, but the sight of his name, contact photo, and the simple message of, “Hope you get home safe,” bring a grin to her face.

And suddenly, life feels just a little bit less heavy.

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