A/N: Ok so here's some info about this story first of all.

Summary: SEQUEL TO DEMONS. Cristina and Owen's new life together seems to be on track until a mistake in the heat of the moment and the temporary return of a face from the past almost costs one of them their job and both of them their future together. And this time, it's not Owen who has the problems......

Rating: T. I'm not sure if it needs to be T but I don't quite know where this story is going to so just in case.

Pairings: Well, C/O obviously. Also the same established pairings as in Demons and basically as in season 5 - Mark&Lexie, Alex&Izzie, MerDer, Callie&Arizona.

Other: This story is set after Demons so if you haven't you may want to read that. You'll also have to forget about anything that happened in Season 5 after the episode Elevator Love Letter, although I may write some of what happened in eventually, i don't know yet.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the main characters in this story. Only the patients pretty much will be characters of my own making. I also don't own Grey's Anatomy :(

About this Chapter: This chapter is the first part of a two part start. Think of it like a two part season premiere almost.

We're in Heaven (Part I)

Downing the last of his drink in one go, Owen grabbed Cristina and grinning at her futile attempts at resistance, he pulled her over to the dance floor or rather the spare space of floor at the bar that was reserved for dancing.

"You know I don't dance," she complained although it was only half heartedly. It wasn't the first time he had done this to her and she had almost gotten used to it. What she wasn't used to however, was the embarrassment and humiliation that she felt was sure to ensue the minute she began to dance, if you could even call it that. It wasn't that she was particularly adverse to the actual act itself; after all she had danced crazily with Mer plenty of times before. It was that she was adverse to other people watching her do it. Especially people she didn't know. None of this seemed to bother Owen though, and repeatedly he made sure that if they went out somewhere she had to dance with him. The fact that he laughed more at her expressions and the way she sometimes stood on his feet than at the actual moves she did was to her mind a sure sign Owen had incredible powers of self preservation. Still, she often found herself enjoying it more than she anticipated and every time they went dancing she had to remind herself of that fact in order to resist the urge to go get another drink. Or play darts. Or do anything that didn't involve trying to move to music with a man who for some reason was a damn good dancer. More than once she had thought about asking whether dancing was something army recruits were taught along with how to fire a gun and the usual military training, but she too had feelings of self preservation and every time the thought came to mind she decided that it just wasn't worth it. As they began to sway to the music, Cristina thanked anyone who might be listening to her thoughts that it was a slow song playing and after a minute or so even she had to concede that Owen making her dance with him wasn't all that bad – she particularly liked the 'with him' bit. Reaching up to put her arms around Owen's neck, Cristina couldn't help but think that at that moment her life was well, maybe not complete, not just yet, but pretty damn close.

"Told you it wouldn't be that bad," Owen murmured, watching as she slowly allowed herself to enjoy the moment.

Cristina shrugged. "It's alright I guess."

Owen laughed. He found he was doing that a lot and he silently attributed it to Cristina's presence in his life. In fact he'd been thinking lately that maybe it was time for them to think about getting a place together, rather than both of them wasting money on rent. He was practically living at Cristina's now anyway. He was sure Callie was going to ask him to pay rent soon, he was there that much. For now though, he decided to focus on putting his feet where Cristina wasn't going to stand on them, not that he'd ever tell her that. He actually found her somewhat stumbling attempts at dancing endearing and rather cute. That he might eventually tell her. He still found it hard to believe that not long ago they'd had to stop seeing each other while he sorted himself out. Even harder for him to believe was that he'd only met Cristina for the first time mere months ago, rather than the years, the lifetime he felt it was. It truly felt like she'd been there next to him for his whole life. There was no question for him that he loved her and there never had been, even after he'd tried to choke her. Tossing that memory back into the recesses of his mind where it belonged, Owen forced himself to think about more pleasant things – like how beautiful Cristina looked tonight. That he had told her, and told her more than once both to her amusement and pleasure. Looking around them at the packed bar, Owen was surprised to see that they'd been dancing for half an hour, neither of them noticing the time fly by.

"Come on," he said in the spur of the moment. "Let's get out of here." Cristina looked at him surprised. She'd thought he wanted to dance.

"Where are we going?" she called out as Owen led her back across the floor and out the exit to his truck.

Thinking of how great his life was at the moment, Owen held the passenger door open for Cristina, motioning for her to jump in. "That depends," he replied grinning. "Where would you like to go?"

Sorry, I know that was short. I promise, they get longer from here. So what'd you think?