Cristina opened her eyes, her vision blurred, and not entirely convinced she wasn't still highly intoxicated from the night before. The staff formal had been an all out fail, when she thought back to the events of the night before. She rolled over to realise she wasn't in bed alone, it was Owen, he was laid beside her still fast sleep, or more likely unconscious after the amount of Scotch he had drunk. She glanced over at the door way, her red dress was sprawled on the floor and less than two feet from that was her panties, followed by Owens shirt and pant at the foot of the bed. The reality of last night hit her, along with the hangover from hell, she winced in embarrassment remembering the events of the night before.
She was so drunk, so drunk she thought Meredith had gone home when she was sat right at the bar! She remember the cat fight between her and April trying to hold in her laugh as she remember the comedy of it all, Meredith sat cheering her on the side lines nursing a bottle of already half empty Tequila , this was what it had came too, they were board certified surgeons , yet they still got into drunken slap fights like that were 16 and still in school.
She wanted to get out of the bed and leave, but she didn't want to wake Owen. She though if he woke up it would be too hard, it would make it even more difficult that it already was to leave. She knew Owen would think after last night, after this, it would mean she was staying, she didn't want to get his hopes up anymore than she already had. So she carefully eased her way out of the bed, wrapping herself in a bed sheet and carefully picking up some jeans and a tshirt from the cabinet, heading toward the living room to get dressed without waking Owen. "I need to page Mer" she thought to herself.
She started to dress, as quietly as she could, but still being slightly intoxicated quiet was not Yang's strong suit this morning and she toppled over the coffee table trying to get a leg in her jeans.
"Cristina?..." She hear coming from the bedroom and Owen made his way out to the living room, there he stood totally naked, to find a rather deshelived Cristina splayed on the coffee table half wearing her jeans.
"Oh, Owen…I thought. I thought you were sleeping, I didn't want to wake you" she replied trying to make the coffee table disaster look totally deliberate.
"I was asleep, til I heard what sounded like really bad burglars breaking into the apartment, thought I best check it out..." he quipped back, half expecting Cristina to laugh, but he could see she wasn't going to laugh, she looked tense, awkward, like here was the last place she wanted to be.
He sighed deeply, and a frown came across his face. She was still leaving, this meant nothing to her. He feared this would happen, it all seemed to perfect the night before, they made love first in the on call room, and then at home in their apartment. Their apartment, those words echoed in his head, making him feel sick to the pit of his stomach at the thought of it no longer being their apartment.
Cristina stood up, pulling up her jeans and fastening them. Owen stood watching her, somewhat bemused, but concern quickly washed over his bemusement when he seen how stern Cristina looked. "I was just going to leave…I didn't want to wake you." Stupid coffee table, stupid tequila. She thought to herself.
"Oh, right. Of course...I just thought, last night, I just…" his voice trailed off, she could hear the disappointment and anguish in his voice.
"Last night doesn't change anything Owen, it doesn't fix anything. I'm still going to Minnesota." Cristina's voice was abrupt and firm.
Owen thought after months of fighting, they were finally getting somewhere, they had made love, twice then she had fallen asleep in his arms. Owen had been awake for almost an hour after she had fallen asleep just watching her sleep, she was so beautiful. He had missed having her in his arms, he missed her smell, her thick curly hair he loved to bury his face in, and those eyes, oh how he had missed those eyes, beautiful brown eyes. Last night he had felt safe, for the first time in months. He thought this was the start of the road to recovering the wreck they had created.
This doesn't fix anything. I'm still going to Minnesota. Those words echoed in his head.