It Was Not Just a Feeling

by mikareads

Set two weeks after the Season 10 finale. My first try at fanfiction so beware. Cristina just left for Zurich and misses Owen terribly, but is determined to stay focused on her career. With Seattle behind her, she furiously starts work on her clinical trial but is shocked to realize she may be pregnant. I suck at summaries, please read & review. Constructive criticism welcome!

1. Prologue

"Cristina?" a groggy Owen whispered as he began to wake up. The morning sunlight was streaming through the thin curtains of the trailer as Owen stretched his arms out to embrace the women sleeping next to him, but to his dismay, he only felt empty sheets.

Then the reality hit him, Cristina had left two weeks ago for Zurich. Cristina had left him. I'm never going to get used to this , he thought to himself. As he got up to get ready for work he was consumed by thoughts of her, by how much he missed her, and by his deep desire for her to return to him, for her to come home. Deep down, he knows that her leaving is for the best, and that if she stayed, eventually they would both get hurt because the ultimately want different things. But how can something 'for the best' leave him feeling so empty and miserable, and right now all he can focus on is Cristina, and if she is as miserable as he is.

She stared at her desk. Well, more like the picture framed on her desk, deciding if she should leave it out or not. It was she and Owen, at their wedding. Cristina silently cursed at herself for wasting so much time on such a futile decision but looking at herself in that picture, in that long red dress, holding his face in her delicate hands, she was unrecognizable. The woman in that picture is a remarkably, happy wife, and the women standing in this office is an extremely, successful surgeon. Why do the two have to be mutually exclusive? , she thought. But she knew the answer.

Her office door slowly opened and Dr. Shane Ross peeked his head through.

"Dr. Yang? I have assembled a new team and they are ready to be prepped on your clinical trial. The printers await."

Cristina snapped her head up from the picture and her thoughts moved from her ex-husband to her clinical trial. She felt a pang of excitement in her stomach at the word "printers".

"Yes Ross, I'll be right there," she said trying not to give way how eager she was.

As Ross left her office she took the picture of her past and put in the bottom drawer of her desk and shut it. Out of sight, out of mind , she preached to herself.