It was all over, everything was done. The horrors of the shooting were finished, and things would start going back to the way they usually were at Seattle Grace Hospital.
Just as Cristina finished the last stitch on Derek, the police arrived, armed, telling them they were free to evacuate.
"What, what about the shooter?" April asked nervously, glancing up at the officers.
"He is no longer a threat, that's all we can tell you miss."
Cristina let out another breath of release, like she had minute ago when they had revived Derek. Slowly, knowing all eyes were now on her, Cristina nodded, and backed away from the operating table. "Jackson, take Derek to the ICU, and... and do the post-ops."
Owen smiled inwardly, hearing that Cristina still had her demanding side left in her. From the moment he had walked into the OR, he could tell she was scared. But she had kept going, kept operating with a gun to her head. Owen had been shot in the shoulder and went unconscious, so he didn't know what had happened after that. When he made it back to the OR though, Cristina was fine, Derek was fine, and the shooter was gone. He would get that story later.
Right now, all Owen cared about was how Cristina was doing, and... and whether she had forgiven him. The look hadn't been enough, they needed to talk.
"We need someone to give a statement." A police officer said as Jackson and the nurses left the room.
Cristina shook her head, her eyes getting a little wet. "I'm sorry, I-"
"We'll do it," Meredith said, pointing to herself and April. With that, everyone else left, leaving Owen and Cristina alone.
Having already taken off her gloves, Cristina grabbed a towel and dried her eyes.
"Cristina..."
"I have to go scrub out."
Owen wasn't quite sure whether he should follow her or not, but he didn't want to leave her alone. If she didn't want him, he would leave. So Owen got up from his seat, and walked silently behind her into the scrub room. Cristina walked up to the sink, not speaking or looking at Owen as tears started streaming down her face again.
Owen caught a glimpse of water splash. "Cristina..."
At the sound of her name, Cristina shut the water off, standing with her back to Owen. Suddenly, Cristina turned around and flung herself into his arms, wrapping her own tightly around his body. Owen was taken back, surprised, but quickly hugged her, resting his head in her hair. He could feel her body shaking from crying, so Owen pulled her even closer, willing for all her pain to go away. The two stood like that for a while, and as the time went on, tears started falling from Owen's eyes at the thought of Cristina's continuing pain.
"You're alive!"
"I'm here, Cristina, I'm here. I will never leave you, I promise." Owen pulled away slightly from Cristina, though he still held her in his arms. "I made a huge mistake today, this morning. Looking back, I honestly don't know how or why I made that decision. It's you Cristina, I pick you. And I'm sorry I let you go through all this. I'm sorry I didn't say this before. But you have to forgive me, please. Don't hate me, I'm begging you."
Cristina looked up into Owen's blue eyes.
"You got shot... you almost died. A shooter held a gun to my head..." Cristina said. To most people her words wouldn't sound like an answer, but Owen understood. Owen smiled wide, and Cristina returned it before leaning in and touching her lips to his.
The kiss was short, but sweet. Owen finally let go of Cristina and reached for her hand. "Let's go home."
Together, they left the nightmare that had happened, and went to start anew. Owen would propose, and they'd get married, and maybe there'd be kids in the future. Everything would be okay.