Title: Nothing Compares

Author: Ambient
Rating: PG-13. Mentions of sex.
Summary: Nothing compared to how Owen made her feel. She knew with every part of her being that he got her and she wasn't letting go.
Pairing: Cristina/Owen
Disclaimer: I don't own anything all characters belong to Shonda and ABC. No funds were received for this flight of fantasy.

Nothing Compares (1/?)

She had never had sex like that in her life, she thought lying on her back, looking up at her ceiling. Owen slept on his stomach gently snoring, with his arm draped over her mid section. Christina was still buzzing with afterglow, her body was tingling from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. She turned to him and ran a hand down the strong line of his jaw. He owned her, claimed her, tamed her, Christ her mind was writing poetry about what he did to her. She smiled, suddenly realizing that the brand of her last relationship had been lifted, she no longer felt like discarded property of Burke's. The jilted bride, the lost teenager, the lonely little girl, somehow in the middle of the night packed her bags and left. And all that remained of their presence was a distant memory. Christina sighed in distraught revelation.

She loved him. She loved Owen. She loved his brashness, she loved his honesty, even his crazy ass craziness, she loved. That thought hit her chest like a ton of bricks and then melted and spread out through her limbs like warm oil. She moaned and stretched with it. Trying love on again like a favorite sweater. She felt Owen's strong arms wrapping around her again, pulling her close, his face gently nuzzled the back of her neck, his red beard tickling her. She smiled as his breathing changed and he whispered thickly in her ear:

"You should be sleeping."

"I can't," she sighed and he kissed her neck behind her ear. His hands slid up her ribs to her breasts.

"I guess I haven't done my job well enough," he said hotly and Christina groaned.

"Owen, not that I don't want to, but if we do this again I won't be able to walk tomorrow."

"Then I guess," he came around to the front of her. "We're just gonna have to be creative." he said kissing her naval. Christina laughed looking down to where he was heading. Her eyes closed and her head tossed back as she grabbed at her headboard.

"Owen," she hissed against the pleasure he was giving her. Then her eyes opened wide and she bucked against him. "Oh my God, that's...that's really creative!" she moaned and collapsed back against the bed.

They were 17 minutes late to work, neither could really explain why to the Chief. When asked Owen shook his head and then apologized, Christina babbled a little about long night and immediately switched the subject to a new patient. As Christina hurriedly made her way to the through the corridors of Seattle Grace, Meredith came walking next to her.

"You so did it with Dr. Hunt!" Mer said with a happy bounce after taking one look at Christina, who seemed to be glowing.

"How was it, was it good? He looks like it would be really, really good," Mer grinned

"I'm not talking about this, I'm late!" Christina said rushing into the locker room, leaving her slightly disappointed outside.

Owen and Christina were late to Seattle Grace because they had a fight. Their first fight, in her shower.

"Are you my boyfriend?" Christina asked abruptly and Owen dropped his wash cloth. He turned around to her slowly and then pulled her closer to him, turning her so her back was to his chest. He gently tilted her head back so that the warm water wet her hair. She closed her eyes, relaxing to his ministrations.

"I want to be," he said finally. She heard the unpleasant sounding squirt of her shampoo bottle and then felt his hands on her head. Gently, his fingers worked up a lather in her thick black locks, she closed her eyes with a contented sigh.

"Seriously?" Christina purred as he massaged her scalp.

"I do, but--"

"But what?" Christina with a head full of suds turned to him.

"Not too long ago, I took a shower, in your home, fully clothed. I had a melt down in the hospital when I saw my ex. I haven't told my mother I'm home from Iraq. I don't think-- "He let a long deep breath and continued. "I don't know if I'm what you need right now, I'm, I'm not well--," he sighed his eyes downcast, a frown furrowed his brow.

Since she met Owen she had remained surprisingly understanding. Yet at that moment, she became angrier that she had been in a long time. Pulling away from him, nearly slipping on the soapy floor of her shower stall, she jabbed her finger into his chest.

"Unacceptable," she said, her voice mimicking his somewhat stoic staccato. "I'm not letting you flake on this no matter how fucked up you think you are."

"Christina." Owen said slightly shocked at her behavior, but mostly turned on.

"No," she yelled. "This, us, this is good for me! You might not realize, but you bring something out in me, that doesn't normally work. "

"You pity me, " Owen said sadly.

"I think I love you, as crazy and unstable as that sounds!" she yelled and then wiped the accumulating water from the shower from her face.

"You don't love me, you feel sorry for me," he argued.

"You feel sorry for yourself," she countered.

They stood at an impasse for several moments.

"I don't know what to say! I-I never needed someone before. I never wanted this! Inside, I've been doing this dance. Walk away, don't walk away. I've tried so-so hard to fight this one second and to keep it the next. I don't want to hurt you, but I know that it's fruitless t-t-to fight it because...I-I love you, Christina. Shit, I don't know what to do," he half yelled.

"Owen," she put her hands on his scruffy beard. " Stop fighting." She pleaded. His forehead fell to hers and a water droplet fell on her lips. She tasted it and realized that the salty droplet was his tears.

"I'm not flaking on you, " she whispered. "Please, don't shut me out. For once in my life, I feel..." she hesitated, he looked up at her and she sighed. "I feel like I've finally gotten what I truly wanted." She slid her damp hand down to his chest and a little of the haunting in his eyes subsided."Be my boyfriend?" she asked looking up at him.

Blue eyes like the morning sky penetrated into hers, and after a moment of a thousand thoughts, he took a deep breath.

"Yes," he whispered and closed the space between them... they kissed hotly, passionately, their bodies melting into one another, and the next thing you know they were late to work.

"Yang!" Bailey yelled knocking Christina back into reality, Christina jumped abruptly.

"Yang, I don't know what you were daydreaming about," she began and then she leaned in closely to her. "But keep it out of work!" she yelled and Christina nodded.

"Yes, Ma'am," she blushed and Bailey rolled her eyes.

"Stevens, went home sick, so I need you to cover her rotation in Trauma," Bailey ordered and she immediately nodded.

"No problem," Christina said with a smile and salute. Bailey watched her scurry off to Trauma and she looked at her back as though she had grown another head on her shoulders, then her eyes went wide. Bailey pursed her lips.

"Mmm Hmm, " She rolled her eyes. "Worst than Melrose Place in here, everybody with everybody I swear!" she mumbled.

Once Christina got to the Trauma ward, she began freaking out, she knew Owen didn't like to be unprofessional at work, but every time she looked at him she couldn't help, blushing and smiling when he glanced her way or worse fantasizing about his hot naked body. She was being ridiculous she knew it. Distracting herself with patients, she tried desperately to get her focus back on work.

Owen was equally distracted, he kept searching her out with his eyes, he couldn't help it, he was a man obsessed. His mind was so preoccupied with her, the nagging thought of his loss out on the field faded, truly faded. He need a connection and he had found it with her. He came to that realization with a smile as he stood in front of one of the trauma rooms with a chart in his hand.

"You're looking happy," Dr. Shepherd said suddenly beside him and Owen jumped. He turned and sized the shorter fluffy haired doctor up and then nodded slowly.

"Yeah," Owen acknowledged. "Why are you here?"

"Consult. Yang paged... Mr. Marltzoff," Shepherd reminded and Owen looked at him confused for a second.

"Marltzoff, Marltzoff," he tried to think of the patient , but nothing was coming to him. He vaguely remembered Christina briefly coming up to him about something, but he was focused on the line of her neck, her mouth, that beautiful talented mouth. Suddenly, the details clarified in his mind. "The old man in 6, head wound, loss of memory. Fell off a ladder while cleaning the gutters. I ordered a CT Scan."

"That would be him," Derrick said, slightly amused by Owen's forgetfulness. He recognized the look. Hunt was in love. "Unfortunately the CT Scan came out negative for head trauma."

"Unfortunately?" Owen queried his brow rose.

"His memory loss, wasn't from the head trauma, I believe he has Alzheimers," Shepherd said."Is his family here?"

"Not yet-- he has a daughter listed as next of kin, the nurses are contacting her," Owen sighed as they walked over to the trauma desk, Christina saw Derrick and looked back down at her charts.

Crap, she thought, as they got closer. She didn't want to talk to Mer about Owen yet. Not while everything was so perfect between them. She managed to stifle the voice of her own doubts down enough to start a relationship with him. With Owen ready to bolt at any given moment, she really didn't need Mer shooting down her relationship as well.

"Dr. Yang," Derrick greeted her and she nodded not looking up her him. "I'm ordering a PET Scan, I need you to have one of your interns perform some cognitive tests on Mr. Marltzoff."

"I'll get right on it," she said quickly standing up and bolting from the counter.

Derrick looked over to Hunt who hunched his shoulders. Derrick grinned. "You want to explain what that was about?"

"No," Owen firmly answered.

"Fine, just remember, she's Meredith's person, which means she's my person by default. Don't screw this up, Christina's been jerked around enough."

"You have nothing to worry about." Owen said, nonchalantly as he walked away.

Christina was annoyed her interns seemed to be as incompetent as they looked. Ever since they began playing operation on each other she was through with trying to teach them anything. Unfortunately she was in a teaching hospital so she couldn't right them off as she wanted to. So she kept them at arms length as she thought them how to perform a cognitive test.

Just as she was finishing the tests on Mr. Marltzoff, Meredith walked in with an IV bag. Christina dismissed her interns and began writing up her findings on the patient's chart.

"So you're not going to tell me anything?" Meredith said as she hung the IV bag.

"Nope," Christina smiled and Meredith let out a frustrated sigh.

"Oh c'mon, you're totally making it with McHottie and you have nothing for me?" she complained a little put out that Christina wasn't sharing.

"Look, I--I just want to keep this low key for now, Mer. It's something special, that I don't want to screw up by over thinking it," She said ignoring Meredith's hurt look.

"B-but," Mer began and Christina cut her off.

"Meredith, it's complicated," she hunched her shoulders. "What's happening is extremely fragile. Even more fragile than you and Derrick have ever been. More fragile than me and Burke."

"I get it. Its just, I feel that I'm missing out, not just on the juicy gossip, but on your happiness. I know I've been sort of insufferable with my Derrick inspired rants and you've always been there for me to keep me from going insane. I thought that was what persons do," Meredith said in one breath.

Christina smiled, "I'm happy, you're not missing it. You see it, and as long as everything remains okay, you'll continue to see it. And when I need you I will be there with my own insufferable rants, but until then--" she walked away leaving the sentence unfinished.

Meredith looked at Mr. Marltzoff and he smiled.

"Am I wrong?" she asked.