Disclaimer: I don't own anything, Shonda Rhimes does. None of these are written for money. But if I have one wish its not to own them but be her… *cough* be Owen's Cristina *cough*

Okay I'll be honest I'm completely obsessed with the Owen/Cristina love team. So perfect, that's the reason I made this, I just really have to get the thing I imagine about them out of my mind or I'll run insane. I'm not a fluffy person but every time I watch them I get all fluffed.

The story is set eight years after the season five finale. NO ONE DIED (I know just that is fluff).

Will be rated T for now. But it will be changed rated this as M for future kinky chapters… *chuckle* *wink*

I dedicate this to Kevin Mckidd fans like me. What a lucky woman Jane Parker is… *cries…*

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Part One: Last name

Preston Burke never wanted to enter the door in front of him, the entrance of Seattle Grace Hospital. For some odd reason his chest is constricting. This hospital are full of his bitter memories, broken promise of the Dr. Webber that he will make him as chief, being shot and almost losing his talent as a surgeon but the worst of all of those bitter memories is the point that when eight years ago when he walk out that door he also walk out from his own heart, the love of his life. No matter how he denies it until now only one person still makes his heart beat, that stubborn intern he left on the altar.

"Welcome to Seattle Grace Hospital how can I help you?" the woman from the receptionist asked. She must be new, Preston thought.

"Are you new here?" Preston allowing him thought flow out.

"No sir, I've been working here for two years," the woman answered intently, "Do you use to work here sir?"

I forgot I haven't been here for eight years, Preston chuckled the woman raised an eyebrow, "Yes I did, but that was ancient history," he admit to the woman, "I'm looking for a Dr. Hunt, I flew in from D.C. because one of my patients got admitted here."

"Please wait I will jut page him," she answered as she pick up the phone then she looked up, "Oh Dr. Hunt someone is looking for you!" The woman called out as she stood up.

Preston looked intently to the man who's approaching, two words flow into his mind, strong and rugged, He doesn't look like a heart surgeon, he thought.

"Dr. Owen Hunt," Dr. Hunt held out his hand, "How can I assist you?"

"I'm here for a patient from D.C., he's considered a VIP, he asked he all the way from East Coast. I'm his personal doctor so he thinks he's heart…" taking Dr. Hunt's hand, they shake hands, strong hold, Preston thought.

Dr. Hunt smiled cutting Preston from finishing his sentence, "I think you got the wrong Dr. Hunt."

"Excuse me? There are two doctor Hunts here?"

"Me and my wife, Dr. Yang-Hunt," Dr. Hunt answered as he placed his hands into the pockets of his coat.

"Young-Hunt?"

"No sir, Yang," the woman interjected enunciating each syllable; Preston turned suddenly to the woman his face full of disbelief. "Dr. Yang-Hunt, Dr. Cristina Yang-Hunt" she added like it was a trivial thing

"Cristina… Yang?" Preston asked to the woman his voice trailing of as he pronounced the name.

"Yang-Hunt," Owen corrected. He felt like he missed something, the way the man pronounced his wife's name, he knows her, he thought.

"Yes sir, but we don't address her as Dr. Yang since she got married," the woman gave a glance to Dr. Hunt her eyes confused; "she doesn't like being called just doctor Yang, she is now referred if not just Dr. Hunt at least Dr. Yang-Hunt."

Preston stood in disbelieve, the Cristina Yang the he knew will never act that way it didn't sound like her, a person who changes names. Owen started to wonder more, the reaction of the man in front of him felt wrong, I'm missing something here.

"I'm on my way to see her right now," Owen said trying to get the man's attention, "so may I ask who you are?" he added.

Preston was still trying to breath as he looked up the man again, "Dr. Burke, Preston Burke," he finally able to mutter, "I use to be the Head of the Cardio here in Seattle Grace."

Owen already knew that and he knew him, Cristina never hid any kind of secret from him so he knew he is, the man who left her at the altar. Cristina had told him every story about what happened to them. Owen can't help but smile.

"I'm currently the Head of Trauma," Owen felt smug, Preston looked like he was still in shock.

"I see," was all Preston can say as he still was drowning in his thoughts. This man is her husband, interesting choice, Trauma… Preston looked down the left hand of Dr Hunt and saw a wedding band. Interesting…

Owen didn't like the way Dr. Burke looked at him up and down like he's some kind of specimen. But he kept his mouth shut and his fist inside is coat, as his smile got more smug he thought, well I'm the husband.

"We better get walking," Owen gestured toward to hall way to Preston.

"I know my way around," Preston muttered walking ahead of Owen.

I'm starting to hate this guy, Owen thought as they made there way to the Cardio wing.

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"WHAT???!"

"Yes, he'll be here today," Cristina said as she gestured her hand to keep, her person, Meredith's voice down.

"When did you find out?" Meredith asked in a lowered voice but still in shock.

"About ten minutes ago."

"Why is he here?"

"Well the congressman," Cristina whispered, Meredith nodded knowing who she's talking about, "Mr. Anderson, he is his personal doctor and he will only let us operate under his supervising eyes," Cristina rolled her eyes.

"You have to be kidding me? His supervising eyes?" Meredith said sarcastically.

"Seriously," Cristina answered coldly.

"The nerve! SSeeeriously…"

"I know right. But the worst is, it's him, Burke," Cristina didn't like what she is feeling. Its not that she still felt something to that man but the point that he is Preston Burke made her stomach grumble. The point the he was her ex-fiancé, just that made her felt sick.

"Well Dr. Yang-Hunt don't worry, everything will be fine," Meredith said smiling to her friend.

That's who I am now, Dr. Yang-Hunt and I'm one damn hell proud of it! I have a Trauma God as a husband and I have nothing more to ask!

Cristina smiled back, "I know that Dr. Grey-Shepard."

"Oh my God…" Meredith said breathlessly her face getting all white.

"What? Is he here?" Cristina asked.

"Yes but not just him," Mer's voice now mousy.

"What do you mean?"

"Six o'clock."

Cristina turned around saw her husband walking beside her ex-fiancé. What a day this will be, she thought.

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End of Part One

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To be honest I will only continue this if I get great reviews, sorry. I'm not made for fluff… Reviews = writing fuel/inspiration. Thanks for reading.