Something To Talk About – Chapter I

Fish tank.

Old couch. Bland cushions. Files. Native American pictures.

The room obviously wanted to be cosy, but it still couldn't shake the feeling of sterility and coldness that Owen identified with hospitals. He looked back at the fish. Interesting choice; maybe to entice the gaze of the clients, make them more open to other thoughts. Owen's eyes wandered until they fell again upon Dr Wyatt.

She was lying back in her chair, quiet; pen poised as she stared deep into Owen's eyes.

Owen took in a sharp breath and tapped his fingers together. He had no idea what he was supposed to do. It's not that he didn't like psychiatrists; he just didn't really know how to get started. What, does he just sit there and say, "I have PTSD" and talk about himself and get cured? The furthest he'd gotten now was to say his name and how long he had and already there was an awkward silence. Was he supposed to start? Or is it just some sort of weird psychological evaluation?

Dr Wyatt's gaze sharpened and Owen straightened up his back.

"You've never been to a psychiatrist before, have you?" She raised an eyebrow, pen still poised high.

Owen fidgeted in the couch, rubbing his hands together as he forced a smile. "Not um…not really…"

Silence again.

He studied the room once more. He knew this was never going to work. Suddenly a knot appeared in his throat. It has to work. He must make it work. For Cristina.

Cristina…..

It was impossible. Utterly impossible – he was the last person on earth who would ever hurt Cristina and yet that is what his hands did. His hands. He saw the bruises. He kissed them tenderly, trying to make them disappear, but it never changed the fact that they were there because of his hands.

He needed serious help.

Owen wrung his hands and opened his mouth, words promising to come out but then stopping short when he realised he had no idea what to say.

Silence again.

"I ah…" Owen put his hands on his knees. "I should go…." He quickly stood up then nodded to Dr Wyatt. "It's been um…thank you." Forcing a quick smile he opened the door and left quickly, leaving Wyatt alone, leaning back into her chair.

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NB

Why hello hello! So I was thinking during the 3 ridiculously long weeks until the next greys ep (what Shonda? Trying to get us prepared for the summer break?) I would have to do something to fill that little space in my head and stomach filed under "Grey's!". Fanfiction usually helps, so fanfiction it is!

So basically this is Owen's shrink sessions. Short as the chapter is, I think they will only get longer and maybe if I continued – they shall verge out beyond the mental ward!

So! If you wish to venture into the dark and twisty hotness that is Dr. Owen Hunt, and also wish to see him and Cristina reconciled – Read on! And if you want to read on; REVIEW!! Cause seriously, that is the only way to get me off my arse and start writing!