A/n: Quite honestly this came to me just before I was about to go to bed one night. I kept toiling over the idea of it when I first watched the episode where Owen and Callie go and rescue that couple from the sinkhole. When I first watched it I was paranoid about this actually happening...and then for some reason I wrote it...

I own nothing but the story. YUP.

Chapter One- Under the Rubble

Maybe it hadn't been a good idea. It seemed necessary at the time but now, it seemed, regret was sinking in.

But it was too late.

He had insisted on going down there. There was no way he was letting Callie come down with him as she had a wife and a daughter.

What did he have?

At least he had saved a life. Or at least hoped so. He silently prayed for the couple he had gotten out of this hole.

And now, he had replaced them in the hole. Literally. Buried under massive amounts of concrete and debris. Owen wondered if he might die down there. He was just surprised it hadn't crushed him instantly. Instead he laid under the rubble awaiting his imminent death.

He remembered Callie crying out to him that it was unstable. He remembered her telling him to get out...and he had tried. He'd made an effort. Unfortunately the ground was just too unstable to support anything anymore.

And here he laid under the rubble.

Owen was pretty sure he was bleeding. His shoulder was warm and his abdomen ached, not to mention his head sure hurt.

It was dark and wet down there. He scanned the area for any sign of light.

And waited.

"OHMYGODOHMYGOD!" Callie shouted as she stared at the once empty hole. She ran her fingers through her hair and paced around. Search and rescue had been called so all she could do is wait. Callie considered calling the hospital but she had to calm herself down first. Her hands were shaking too much and tears unwillingly spilled from her eyes.

Once she was certain she could speak clearly, she plucked her cellphone from her pocket and dialled.

"Good Morning, Seattle Grace Mercy West Emergency." She heard Lexie's cheery voice say.

"Lexie...It's Callie." She said carefully.

"Oh Hey Dr. Torres. How's it going over there? When are you and Dr Hunt coming back?" She asked.

"Oh we got them both out. Hunt had to go into the hole and amputate the wife's leg."

"Oh god..."

"Yeah...Lexie..." Her voice was shaking.

"What is it? Callie? Are you alright?" She replied with panic in her voice.

"Owen...he...the hole...it was unstable..."

"Okay..."

"He's trapped...down..there." She managed to say finally.

"OHMYGOD! Do you need us? Do you want me to tell Cristina?" Lexie said in panic mode. She started racking her brain, thinking about what they might need or how long it might take to rescue him or what injuries he might have.

"Search and Rescue are coming. I'm just here waiting. I don't know...how..long it will take...but...you should probably tell people before it hits the news..." Callie said sadly and hung up.

Lexie leaned against the wall. She sighed and headed upstairs to find the Chief. She found him sitting in his office pouring over some paperwork.

"Chief..."

"Ah Dr. Grey. What can I do for you?" His smile faded as he saw the expression on her face. "What is it?"

"It's Dr Hunt sir...He..."Lexie started to say.

"What is it? What about him?" Richard asked, becoming increasingly worried.

"After he went down into the sink hole to help the couple, it...collapsed on him. Dr Torres just phoned and told me."

Richards eyes widened. "Damn him and his hero complex!" He swore.

Richard got up. "Come with me." He said firmly. The pair headed back into the ER.

Richard stood in the middle of the room. "Gather around people." He commanded loudly.

Everyone stopped and looked at him.

"As most of you know, several hours ago a massive sink hole opened up on one of the streets of Seattle. We have successfully rescued the couple that fell into it. They are on their way..." He paused. "Unfortunately, one of our own didn't make it out in time before the hole collapsed in on itself. Right now, we need faith. For those of you that do, pray for them. Search and Rescue are helping them now. We need to be ready. We need an OR prepped and ready. We need lots of O-Neg blood. We need people on standby. There is no way we are losing another one of our doctors. I will not let that happen." Richard said firmly. He had decided not to tell them exactly who it was that was trapped. He figured he would tell Cristina himself rather than her finding out second hand.

Richard walked over to Cristina who was chatting with Meredith. "Dr Yang...Can I speak to you for a second?" He asked her calmly.

"Sure Chief..." Her and Meredith exchanged looks as she went with him into one of the empty trauma rooms.

"Dr Yang..."

"Yes sir? What is it?" She asked him worriedly.

He took a deep breath.

"Dr Yang the doctor that's trapped under the rubble is Dr Hunt." He said as calmly as he could. Richard braced himself.

"What?...What no! No that's not right. It's a mistake! He's not! NO!" Cristina cried out loudly. Her knees gave out and she collapsed in Richards arms.

"No no no no no." Cristina cried out as tears fell from her eyes. The breath escaped from her lungs as she struggled to breathe normally. Cristina kept taking in gulps of air in the hopes that she wouldn't pass out. Her heart pounded against her chest.

Richard gave her a paper bag to breathe into so she could stop hyperventilating. She took it from his hands and breathed into it. Slowly she gained her breathe back.

"Is...is he going to be okay?" She finally asked.

"We hope so. We don't know the extent of his injuries or anything..." Richard replied sadly. He wished he could just tell her that everything was going to be alright and that he would be alive.

"Just...just get him out..please." Cristina pleaded.

"We will. Don't worry about that."

Richard gestured for Meredith to come into the room.

"What happened?" Meredith asked distressed at her person's outcry of pain.

"Dr Hunt is the doctor down there." Richard replied.

"Oh my god!" She cried out. She rushed over to Cristina and hugged her tightly.

Cristina felt like her world was collapsing around her. She felt like she was down there with him, alone and in the dark.

She meant it when she said she couldn't breath without him.

It was so quiet. He felt a little bit like he'd gone deaf. Owen moved one of his fingers and scrapped it across the ground. Nope. Not deaf. He cried to cry out to someone...anyone...but no sound came out of his lips.

Owen started to worry. What if no one came? What if they deemed it too unsafe? What if they sealed him in there? Just laid concrete down to fix the street and uncased him in there for the remainder of his existence? He started to panic. He didn't want to die. He wasn't ready. This was not how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to grow old with Cristina and die when she did, not trapped under a pile of rumble. Owen had been so furious with her for wanting to get rid of their baby. It seemed that none of it mattered now.

As he lost more blood, he started to calm down.

Maybe dying wasn't so bad...He could finally be at peace. His heart rate started to slow and he let himself slip into unconsciousness.

At the surface, workers rushed around furiously, planning exactly how they were going to get him out of there.

About an hour or so later, they began to slowly remove the rubble.

2 hours later they finally reached where he was. One of the workers was carefully lowered down into the hole. He reached Owen's body and slowly manoeuvred him onto the board. They slowly raised his body up and out of the hole. Callie watched with horror as she spied his lifeless body laying on the board. She ran over to him and took his pulse.

A faint beat.

It wasn't much but it was there. He had massive external and internal injuries. His entire body was covered in blood. Callie could barely tell it was him. His strawberry blond hair was a deep deep red and his eyes were firmly shut. She had to get him to the hospital right away. There was no way he was going to die on the street. The EMT's helped Callie load him into the back and she rode with him all the way to the hospital.