This is just a little drabble that's been rattling around my head for a few days now that wouldn't go away until I wrote it down, I hope you enjoy it.
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy, this was written purely for my love of Cristina and Owen.
Summary: A glimpse 40 years into the future.
A lifetime ago Cristina had been asked what she would have left in her life when she could no longer cut. At the time that question had terrified her as it forced to accept the truth that surgeons were not acually Gods and as with all mortals she would one day become a dinosaur unable to keep up with the medicine. One day she would have to stop being a surgeon, the only thing she was certain of in her life and when that happened she wasn't sure what else would be left for her as she realised that she did not have the home/work balance that so many of her colleagues seemed to have mastered. All she really had was her work and the hospital, would she be able to survive when it finally chewed her up and spat her out? It had been Owen Hunt that had been her salvation, offering her the promise of 40 years with him; the chance to have a life that until him she had never really wanted and now so desperately felt she needed and deserved. Her happily ever after.
Now, as she reached the time that had come more quickly than she could ever have imagined it was another Owen Hunt that once again saved her. In the same week that she had finally let the medicine win and had hung up her scalpel for good a new focus for her life had arrived. Baby Owen Peter Hunt was the spitting image of his namesake, Owen's recessive genes of red hair and blue eyes having finally been passed on after three attempts with their own children (who had all inherited their mother's dark hair and eyes) and four other grandchildren (although their oldest grandchild had also inherited Owen's expressive sky blue eyes).
Looking up from the inquisitive blue eyes of her youngest grandchild her eyes locked with a pair of identical blue eyes across the room; her husband of 39 years. Despite his hair having darkened and greyed as he grew older Cristina still saw him as the young man she fell in love with so many years ago; the man that had promised her 40 years. Looking back over her life Cristina would not trade one second of any of those 40 years for anything in the world, not even the chance to do one last surgery. Which for someone like Cristina to admit really was saying something.
This is my first real attempt at writing a drabble so I would love to hear what you think.
