*Author's Note- This story takes place during late Season 9 and is slightly A/U: Owen still wants children, but that is not the main focus as of now. Bailey has never had staph, she's still the kick-ass Miranda Bailey everyone loves. The story itself is entitled "The Lightening Strike," and is named after the Snow Patrol song of the same name. Each episode title of Grey's Anatomy is actually a song title, so for this story, each chapter will be named after a song that fits with what is occurring in that chapter. I will include the song, artist, and possibly some lyrics if need be. ENJOY!

Owen Hunt sighed as he sunk into the driver's seat of his Dodge Ram truck. It had been one of those days. Two months had passed since Cristina and the others had bought the hospital, now aptly named Grey-Sloan Memorial Hospital. Though it had been rocky in the beginning, everyone was slowly acclimating to the new changes. Today Owen had found himself in the midst of the chaotic ER that had just reopened a few weeks ago. Trauma after trauma came in, each seeming worse than the last. Between surgeries and the duties associated with being Chief of Surgery, Owen barely had the opportunity to sit down. A lunch date with Cristina had been canceled and exchanged for a dinner date that night. Owen glanced at the clock on his iPhone as he slid the keys into the truck's ignition. 4:07 P.M. He had until 6:00 P.M. to shower, shave, and gas up his truck so he could swing back by the hospital and pick Cristina up for dinner. With a quick turn of the key, Owen shifted in reverse and headed for Derek's trailer. Maybe if he was lucky he could squeeze in a power nap.

" Happy. Take Mr. Garrett to recovery and make sure he doesn't die. Page me when he wakes up," Cristina Yang ordered as she and Dr. Shane Ross exited OR 3. The young intern eagerly followed the gurney that held Cristina's patient towards the Cardiac Recovery Unit. Cristina removed her scrub cap and headed for the nurse's station with Mr. Garrett's chart in hand.

" You're still calling your interns by their dwarf names?" Cristina turned around to see Meredith Grey heading for her.

" They haven't given me a reason not to."

" So what time do you get off?" Meredith asked as she sat down.

"6 p.m. unless Happy kills my patient," replied Cristina.

" Do you want to join Zola and I for dinner at 6:30? Derek is working late tonight."

"Owen is taking me out to dinner."

" Oh. So how's that going?" Meredith asked as she retrieved a granola bar from her lab coat.

"It's going."

"Have you guys talked or anything?"

"There hasn't been a lot of talking…" Cristina mumbled.

"Cristina!" Meredith exclaimed as she finished her granola bar and pulled out another.

"So how's the baby?"

"Don't you dare change the subject," warned Meredith.

" It's not that we haven't talked. We know we need to talk about things…we just choose to have hot and dirty sex instead."

" Cristina! The baby can hear you!" Cristina bent down next to Meredith's stomach.

" Hi baby. It's your Aunt Cristina. Your mommy thinks you shouldn't hear me talk about hot and dirty sex. What you don't know is that's how you were conceived. Your mommy and your daddy had lots of hot and dirty sex." With that, she stood up and shot a smug look at Meredith.

" Thanks. Now he's kicking me like crazy. I've got to get going and check on some patients before I get off. I'll talk to you later." Cristina smiled as she sat down in Meredith's chair and began charting.

What if this storm ends?

And I don't see you

As you are now

Ever again ~Snow Patrol~ What if This Storm Ends?