A/N: hey guys. Welcome to Law of Attraction. So, this is my second story and I'm pretty excited about it. I'm guessing most of y'all have read Love is a Many Blundered Thing (thank you for that) and now you're here for this. So, it's an alternate universe type of thing. Cristina isn't a surgeon (I know. I have to get used to it as well) and the meeting of crowen is different. The rest , well , we're going to leave that up to the law of attraction (see what I did there).

Anyway , I hope guys like it. If not, let me know. I can take it. Happy reading!

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4 April 2016

Cristina opened the large metal door and stepped inside. The session had already begun so she tried to her best to make it over to the empty seat by the wall without drawing too much attention. She already didn't want to be there. No sense in making a scene.

The long haired one was speaking. The topic was her father again. Cristina wondered if she ever grew tired of speaking about the same thing every week.

But then she shook that thought from her mind. She wasn't there to judge. She was there to complete her hours and then move on with her life.

The girl stepped down and the frizzy haired woman , the woman behind all of this , stepped up. "Okay. Who's next?" Her voice was low , like a therapists should be.

This time , a guy , who she had never seen before or never cared to notice , walked up to the podium and introduced himself. Everyone did that sing-song therapy thing and then he started speaking.

Cristina rolled her eyes and sank further down into her chair.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone , dimming the light and then logged into her email.

If she was forced to be there for an hour every week , she might as well do something useful.

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When she looked up from her phone again , the session was over and everyone was standing up.

She pushed her phone back into her pocket , grabbed her purse and walked over to the tables stacked with donuts and coffee.

It was the only thing she liked about these things. It was like they were rewarding the emotionally unstable for spilling their thoughts and feelings to strangers. And she was okay with that.

She picked up a powdered donut and bit down on it , letting it hang out of her mouth as she grabbed a foam cup and started filling it with coffee.

"Hey." A voice beside her said.

She looked straight up into piercing blue eyes and was taken aback for a second.

She recovered though and removed the donut from her mouth. "Hey."

The blue-eyed stranger picked up a plate and filled it with donuts. "Only good thing about these things." He mumbled.

She didn't look at him as she poured sugar into her coffee. "Yeah."

"You're new." He stated.

"I am." She stirred milk into her drink.

"Not much of a talker?"

"Not really."

He laughed. "Owen Hunt."

His hand came into her eye line and she looked at it and then at him. She took it. "Cristina Yang."

"Cristina Yang." He repeated , like he was testing it out. "What brings you to group therapy , Cristina Yang?"

She picked up her coffee. "Lots of things." She shrugged and then took a sip of her coffee.

"What kind of things?" He took a bite of one of his donuts.

"Isn't that confidential or whatever?"

"You're in group therapy." He looked around. "Nothing's confidential in group therapy."

She sighed. Clearly this guy wasn't going away so she just gave in. "I slapped a guy." She said it nonchalantly.

"You slapped a guy?"

"Well , he was a client. I slapped a client."

"A client?"

"Are you just going to repeat everything I say?"

He smiled. "So , you slapped a guy who was your client? Doesn't seem like a good enough reason to suffer through therapy."

"I'm a lawyer. I'm not supposed to be slapping clients. But I did."

Owen looked at her for a second. "Did he deserve it?"

"He did."

"Good." He nodded. "I still don't get why you're here."

Cristina sighed again. "My firm gave me an ultimatum. Either this or I'm fired. So , here I am."

"It all makes sense now." He smiled.

Cristina eyed him. "You seem all together. What brings you to group therapy?"

He looked down for a second and then back up at her. "Lots of things." He smiled. "Anyway , I've gotta go before you slap me for prying too deep in your confidential secrets and whatever." He used her words from earlier. "See you around , Cristina Yang." He smiled at her one last time , grabbed a few more donuts and then he was gone.

Cristina watched him walk through the door she he had come through and then looked down at her coffee and took a sip. "Strange guy." She said to herself. She then grabbed her bag , made sure the therapist saw her by giving her a nod and then made her way out of the building , happy that she had gotten the session out of the way and that she wouldn't have to return for several days.

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5 April 2016

There was a knock at her door and she groaned. She paused the tv and then walked over to the door , took it off the lock and pulled it open.

"I've got food and wine."

"Mer."

"Cristina."

"What are you doing here?"

"Well , hello to you , too."

Cristina rolled her eyes and then stepped aside , allowing her friend to come in.

"I miss seeing you at the office every day so I came to visit you." She placed the packets and bottle of wine on the coffee table and then turned back to Cristina and began removing her jacket.

"That's weird." Cristina stated.

"How is that weird? It's what friends do."

Cristina's brows furrowed. "We don't." She said matter-of-factly. "I've known you for three years and I've never even been to your house."

"Would you just eat the food and drink the wine?" Meredith raised her voice a little.

"Okay , okay."

"Thank you."

Cristina and Meredith settled on the couch and Meredith handed her a container of Chinese food.

"So , how's therapy?"

"Ugh."

"That bad?"

"Worse."

"You've only been to like three sessions." Meredith placed a forkful of noodles in her mouth.

"That's three weeks of not being a lawyer. How's work? How's the firm? Are there any big cases? Murders and whatnot?"

"You sound like a junky."

"I am a junky."

Meredith looked at her. "Why did you slap him?"

Cristina messed with her noodles. "He said some things he wasn't supposed to."

"What did he say?"

She stuffed her mouth. "Not important."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure."

Meredith nodded. "Okay."

"Okay."

The two of them turned towards the tv and Cristina pressed play.

"Seriously? This show again?"

"It's a show about doctors. Dramatic doctors with dramatic lives. What's their not love?"

Meredith rolled her eyes.

"You know , if I wasn't so awesome at being a lawyer , I would've probably been a surgeon."

"I know."

Cristina looked at her. "You do?"

Meredith smiled. "Even though you don't like to admit it , I'm your best friend and I know things about you."

Cristina was about to say something when she pointed at the tv. "Oh , shut up. This is my favourite part."

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11 April 2016

She was late again. Maybe she was subconsciously trying to miss the meetings. Who was she kidding? She was consciously trying to miss the meetings.

She made her way over to her unassigned/assigned seat and threw herself down with a sigh. She was tired of rushing everywhere.

She sank down into her chair and tried to pay attention to whatever the hell the person at the podium was saying. People seemed to be relating , maybe she could too.

She looked over and he was watching her. The guy with the blue eyes and the many donuts was watching her and he didn't even care to look away when she caught him. He just grinned and when she smiled back , slightly , he turned back towards the podium.

For the next half an hour , every other minute , he would look at her and smile and she would try to smile back but she had a feeling she was scowling more than smiling because he would just laugh and turn back around.

She wondered what his deal was. Whatever it was , she didn't have time for it. She needed to finish her damn hours and get back to work. That's all she had time for. That's all she had space for. She certainly didn't have time for mysterious blue eyed strangers who take way more donuts than they should from the emotionally unstable donut pile.

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"Hey."

She knew it was him so she just removed the donut from her mouth and gave him a "hey" back without looking up.

"Are you always late?"

She could feel him watching her. "Most of the time."

"Isn't that bad for a lawyer?"

"It is." She finally looked up at him and she wished she hadn't because once again she was taken aback. She didn't show it though.

He laughed. "Are you a busy woman , Cristina Yang?"

"I am. Why?" She sipped her coffee and then made a face and added another pack of sugar.

"I would like to see you outside of these depressing walls."

"Why?"

He looked awkward. Like he wasn't expecting that. "I just ..."

"Look ," she stopped him before he could say anything. "I don't even know you. I don't know anything about you. You're just this strange man who I have short , mostly one-sided conversations with at group therapy."

He smiled. "So?"

She laughed and then shook her head. "I have to go." She picked up her coffee , placed two donuts in a napkin and then walked away.

He watched her , smiling at her back. "See you around , Cristina Yang."

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