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A/N: Hey everyone! Upon hearing the saddening news that season 10 is Sandra Oh's last season, I decided to write a short 2 chapter fic of what could happen if Cristina was killed off. It's pretty much centered around Owen. It's a quick one. Enjoy :)

"Hunt. You don't have to do this; we understand if you're not ready to return to work after the accident."

He shut his eyes and took a deep breath. "Once again, Webber, I'm fine. It's been a week. Just because I've resigned as Chief doesn't mean I won't do surgeries anymore." Before Richard could respond, Owen pushed past him and began walking towards the O.R.

Derek immediately noticed the situation and stepped in front of him. "Hold on, what do you think you're doing? Do you honestly think it's okay to operate on patients when you're emotionally unstable?"

"Shepherd. Move out of my way." Owen clenched his teeth, trying to keep his calm. He began to step forward until Derek tried to restrain him. Owen shoved Derek against the wall and threateningly wrapped his hand around his neck, before a look of horror came across his own face. He quickly dropped Derek from his grip, watching him fall to ground coughing, then looking up in anger and fear. Owen opened his mouth to speak, but took a deep breath and slowly walked out of the hospital as everyone stared at him in shock.

Once Owen stepped through the door of his house, he ran his fist into the wall next to him; not even wincing when the healing cuts on his knuckles tore open. "FUCK" he yelled, then sank to the floor sobbing.

Minutes went by as he sat there with his head against the wall, every second of that dreadful night replaying in his head. His thought was interrupted by footsteps.

"Owen…"

He immediately looked up. "Mered…wait how did you get in?"

"Door was open." She walked closer and sat next to him. "Sorry I just showed up without calling. You're just the only one who loved her as much as I did, and I really need to talk to someone who understands."

Owen forced a caring smile and looked at her. "I know, I just can't talk about it right now." After seeing the redness on his nose and the slight wetness around his eyes, she realized he'd been crying and put her hand over his to console him. "Please, Meredith." He took a slow breath.

She gave his hand a light squeeze. "I'll come back another day when you're ready, because I really can't hold this in and neither can you." He gave a slight nod; she stood up and began walking towards the bathroom sink to wash off the tears that were forming in her own eyes. Before turning the faucet on, a look of worry flooded her face.

"Owen? Why are there pills all over the sink?" She looked in despair at the scattered suicide attempt in front of her.

"Shit", he whispered as he got up from the floor, having no excuse for Meredith's discovery.

"You can't pull crap like this! Do you think she would want you to die too?" She stepped out of the bathroom and hurried towards him.

"I didn't okay I didn't!" He scoffed, avoiding eye contact. "I just…wanted to. You really should leave now."

"Owen…"

"LEAVE. Please." He walked her to the door and slammed it shut after she was far away enough not to hear it. He walked into his bedroom, gazing at the photo frame of Cristina's picture, where she was smiling and full of life. He threw himself onto the bed, grasping her cold pillow tightly as he shut his eyes, pretending he was holding her waist as her head rested on his chest, her curly hair against his lips. If I just died, maybe I'd be with her again. For a few seconds, he felt excitement. A joy he hadn't felt in a week. He got up from the bed and walked into his bathroom to find the pills he had spilled all over the sink the night before. They were gone. "Ugh, Meredith." He tightly rubbed his eyes and sighed. Another day. Just wait, Cristina. Just wait for me. He walked back to bed, once again imagining Cristina's body against his as he dozed off to sleep.

A/N: Short, right? It's 2 am and I'm too tired to finish it as a one-shot so I'm just splitting it into 2 chapters. This just set the story up, net one will have a lot more action and drive it into an ending I have planned :) Review? Thanks for reading!