Chapter 1 - Apology

The rain poured. The lightening flashed and the thunder boomed. The rain pelted the earth and drowned the streets.

It also, coincidently, soaked a certain red haired trauma surgeon.

He sure didn't feel like a very important person at the moment.

He felt wet and cold. The only thing he wanted to do was go home and wrap a blanket around himself.

But no, here he was outside Cristina's apartment with an apology speech, and a soggy box of chocolates.

Great. Just fucking great. This is exactly what I need. I look like a drowned rat. Owen thought to himself as he caught a glimpse of himself in a window.

He walked the several flights of stairs to Cristina's floor. He avoided the elevator so he could work up some confidence.

I'm a good guy. I've been to therapy to be a better man and to help myself. I feel better. I treated her well. I loved her like no one else. I didn't, however, tell her that I loved her over Teddy. That wasn't a good move on my part. I did go back into the hospital to help her when the shooter was in there. But I didn't however tell her I loved her when it counted the most. And I got shot.

And I did show up to our first date drunk but that's behind me! All of that shit. Today is a new day! A new day of grovelling like I never have before!

Owen found her apartment and knocked and waited.

The door opened.

Not Cristina.

"Owen? What are you doing here?" Callie asked.

"I wanted to talk to Cristina. Is she here?" He asked earnestly.

"Just a second…Cristina?" Callie called into the apartment.

Cristina appeared a moment later and looked over at the door. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of dripping wet Owen.

"Cristina… I need to talk to you. If you don't mind." He added.

"Fine. What do you want?" She asked in a flat tone.

"I…I need you to…I would like you to consider getting back together with me. Please."

Cristina stood there a little taken a back. Mind you, it wasn't a total surprise. She figured this would happen.

"I know I don't deserve it but I need you. I should have told you I loved you when it counted the most. I'm an idiot when it comes to relationships. I was just confused for some reason. I really shouldn't have been. It was so obvious. Especially now, looking back. I…I love you Cristina. Only you. It's always been you. Ever since the icicle. I just…I wanted to give you these chocolates but obviously they won't do. I'll get you some better ones. Dry ones even. I'm sorry. I just wanted you to know that. Anyway, I wanted to tell you all of that. I can leave now."

"Owen…You can't just show up here expecting me to forgive you."

"I'm not expecting anything from you. I just wanted you to listen. That's all. I wanted you to know my feelings. And you do now."

"I wish you could have told me you loved me earlier."

"I know. I'm sorry. I think about it all the time."

"You fucked up. Now you deal." With that, she closed the door.

Owen stood there for a moment staring at the door, not quite realizing what had just happened.

He did.

He sighed and walked away.