Cristina was lying on the floor and staring into nothing, her hair was like a dark lion's mane around her head. She was in her office and the bright light from the mountains was shining in through the window. She was the Director of Cardiothoracic Surgery and she had just performed her third successful conduit surgery and had been granted an outrageous sum of money to continue her research. There were also whispers of a second Harper Avery Award nomination, and this time her chances were much better, she was a shoe-in. She loved her job, she had it all. She was the best. So why did she feel like something was missing?

She was expecting a call from Meredith at any moment but the phone wasn't ringing. Meredith was probably getting the kids down or having a shower or something, Cristina had no idea what the time was in Seattle. Cristina and Meredith managed to talk to each other most days or at least updated each other via text message, Cristina hated texts. Just then her phone buzzed; a text message from Mer "Sorry! Bailey has chicken pox so taking Zola to stay with Sophia, Derek says hi, call you tomorrow." And people wonder why she doesn't want kids.

If that was the case Cristina had no excuse not to get ready for her surprise party; Shane would probably run in with a fake disaster at any moment. She knew they were planning something and to be honest, she was looking forward to not drinking tequila alone for a change. She hesitantly got up, got changed and applied some makeup when right on queue Ross burst through the door and said that she was urgently needed downstairs in the conference area. Cristina dropped her lipstick into her purse and followed him obligingly. He was her prodigy, a talented and sweet young doctor; even she didn't have the heart to ruin his hard work. She had changed.

The party was fine, there was no tequila but the champagne worked just the same. She accepted the offers of congratulations with gratitude and stood up and thanked people for coming and told them how she really could not have been more shocked, she would get them back for this! She liked them, the people she worked with. They would never replace Meredith Grey or Craig Thomas, or even Evil Spawn, but they were good people. Everything was great. But there was still a gap. She knew what the gap was of course but she had moved on, he had moved on and it was time to really let go.

After a few too many champagnes the crowd started to disperse so Cristina decided to say her goodbyes and leave. There's nothing more depressing than being the last person at your own party. She had the sudden urge to go to Joe's for a drink but remembered all too quickly that she was on a different continent and that was just was not feasible. She had to go home; she grabbed her things and made her way. It was only 09:30, wow, way to go Zurich; she might as well have a hot chocolate and do some knitting. The journey home was short; she had a great apartment right near the hospital.

She stopped by the store and picked up some tequila then let herself in her front door. All at once she knew he was here, she could smell him. Her heart rose into her throat. She turned the corner to the front room where Owen Hunt was stood.

"Owen! What? How? What are you doing here?" She dropped the tequila and it landed on the rug, unbroken. He stood there looking at her; he smelled like a twelve hour flight but did not look tired. His eyes were the same. He looked so good.

"You're here! How are you here? How do you even know where I live?" Cristina asked.

"Meredith told me." He admitted. "Meredith told me about everything and I wanted to congratulate you. Why didn't you say you'd been nominated again?"

"I didn't think… we aren't… I mean, I thought… we broke up, we're…"

"You get a second Harper Avery Award nomination and you didn't think I would want to know because we broke up? Cristina!"

"We broke up, exactly. Owen, you're in Zurich, it is a long way to come to congratulate your ex-wife!"

"Cristina, I.."

"I mean, you're in my apartment, how did you even get in?" He looked at her.

"Do you want me to leave?" He asked.

She absolutely did not want him to leave. The absence she had been feeling, the gap, it didn't seem so big now. But what was this? A long distance hook-up? A very long distance hook-up.

"Of course I don't Owen, I'm just surprised. We've moved on."

"Did we?" He asked. He looked right into her. Those eyes. Then suddenly, and with the passion she knew so well he moved forward, grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her hard. She melted to him. What she felt compared to this was nothing. He completed her, there was nothing else.

…

They stayed in bed for the next two days. He made her breakfast and they ate it in bed whilst ignoring every phone call. The gap she felt was filled. She was happy, Owen made her happy. He loved her and they were perfect. But she was here and he was there. They were apart for a reason, a very legitimate reason. How many more times could they do this?

"Owen, don't get me wrong, I love that you came. But what is this? I'm here, you're chief in Seattle. This can't work. We know this can't work. We already tried."

"No, I tried. You gave up."

"I did not give up! We are apart for a reason and you know that, do not make me say it Owen."

"Children. I want kids and you don't. I know, we've talked about it a thousand times. And a thousand times I've told you..."

"Stop it. A thousand times you've told me you'll settle, you'll give up your dream of being a father for me. And a thousand times I've told you that I don't want that, I love you too much for you to give that up. It won't be enough. It seems like it is now but it won't be. In ten years' time you will resent me. I can't have that Owen. I don't want that. I love you. I want you to not to resent me. I want you to be a dad. I want you to be happy."

"You know what Cristina, just once will you shut up and listen to me? Yes I want kids and you don't. But don't you think it's for me to decide if that's enough for me? You are enough for me, you are! It is for me to decide. If I can be with you or be a dad, if that's the choice then I choose you, a thousand times. I choose you. You are my choice. I will always choose you Cristina. And in ten years' time if I resent anything it's having kids with someone who is not you. It is you. You are it. It has been and will always be you."

All she could do was look in his eyes. The same argument again and again but this time she believed him. Could she deprive this man of children? Would she make up for the loss? Would she be enough?

"You are enough Cristina. You are my person. Please believe me"

At that moment Cristina sat up knocking her elbow into the nightstand and knocking a full glass of water on to the bed soaking both of their laps.

"Oh God!" She cried. They both hopped out of bed and tried to brush themselves off. Cristina started laughing, she looked at Owen and he began to laugh too. They laughed hysterically for a while until she pushed Owen back onto the bed. He pulled her down with him and they kissed between the laughter.

"If you can live with that, I can live with that. You're my person too Owen. But please don't tell Meredith."