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Set after 10x8

Just something small to try to heal my heart that aches for Crowen. But we'll survive right? Until Cristina comes back and they get their happily ever after. Because it WILL happen!

This is my first Grey's fic and English isn't my mother tongue so please excuse grammar mistakes and things like that:)

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Disclaimer: I wish I owe Grey's. I don't though – all characters and scenery belongs to Shonda Rhimes and ABC.

He looked at her from the other side of the ER. Her small hands examine the patient, her curly hair that fell forward and covered most of her face. She was beautiful still. Maybe even more beautiful than she had been when he first met her and it hurt him that she was not his anymore.

He liked Emma. She was pretty, smart and she genuinely cared about him. She wanted to be with him. He should not be looking at Cristina. He knew that but he could not turn his gaze away.

She was glad that he was with Emma. Even though Meredith thought otherwise. She wanted him to get his happily ever after, the one that she could not give him. She missed some things though. The good luck kiss before an important surgery, the nights in some on call room, his eyes on her while she worked. She loved his gazes – so filled with love and admiration. She missed him. She took her eyes from her patient and looked at him at the other side of the room.

He was not looking at her.

"Dr. Hunt, we need an consult", he turned around at the familiar voice and met the eyes of Alex Karev.

"There is an twelve years old with heart failure and internal damage. He is on the transplant list but the car accident has made his condition alarming."

"Have you paged Yang", he asked while taking the chart out of his colleague's hands.

"Of course, she's with him in trauma room three.", Owen's breath slowed down a little. Children always affected him but knowing that Cristina was there made him calm. She was not very good at feelings and relationships but she was a hell of a surgeon.

"Good, I'm right behind you."

Cristina lowered herself down to listen to the young boy's heart. She did not want Owen there. For some strange reason he made her nervous, nauseous. Like she was an intern again. And she was just so tired. She did not have the energy to deal with all her messed up feelings at the moment.

She was certain the patient would be fine. He would need a transplant eventually but his heart was strong for now, she just had to monitor it while Owen and Karev worked on the other injuries. When she straightened her back she suddenly felt a wave of dizziness hit her. She took a few deep breaths and tried to command her body not to throw up.

"Dr. Yang, are you alright?", she heard Owen's voice somewhere in the background before she lost the battle and ran to the bathrooms with one hand against her mouth.

He noticed at once he got in the trauma room that she was not well. He knew her. He had been married to her. The deep calming breaths, how she pinched the bridge of her nose and that her eyes were not as clear and wake as usual. When she stood up he saw the color fade from her cheeks and he put down the chart and moved towards Cristina, ready to catch her if she should faint.

"Dr. Yang, are you alright?", it felt weird addressing her in such a formal manner but since he did not know were they stood anymore he decided to play it safe. She did not answer him; instead she pushed his outstretched arm away, clamped a hand against her mouth and ran of towards the toilets outside the ER.

Cristina Yang did not get sick; she could not even remember the last time she had thrown up. But here she was, sitting on the cold bathroom floor with her head against the toilet while waiting for the next wave of nausea to hit her. She was cold sweating and her head pounded and all she could think of was that she had to operate this afternoon. Without warning she, once again, heaved in to the toilet and she felt tears threatening to escape, partly because of the horrible burn in her throat but also because she was sick, miserable and helpless. Cristina hated feeling helpless.

Then she felt strong arms encircle her body when someone else lent her his strength.

Owen was sick with worry for Cristina. He had tried to deny it but no one could affect him as much as she and seeing her so ill broke his heart. He desperately wanted to be there for her but was not sure that he had the right to anymore.

"I got this", Karev waved in the direction Cristina had run off, and when he saw Owen's uncertainty he added.

"Go check on your girl."

His girl. His Cristina.

He ignored the "women only"-sign on the door and rushed in. The toilet was empty and he was on his way out again when he heard someone retch in one of the half closed stalls. He found her bend over the toilet and crouched besides he, putting his arms around her fragile body to hold her upright. She tried to turn around to face him but did not have the energy, instead she whispered:

"I'm fine, go back to the patient. I'll be okay in a minute.", he smiled to himself, even know in this miserable state she put up her stubborn "I'm Cristina Yang, I'm invincible"-façade. Owen placed the back of his hand against her forehead before answering her.

"Cristina you're literally burning up, you can barely sit by yourself and you're puking up your intestines. I'm staying.", she began to say something, probably about how awesome she felt, but before she had finished she reached for the toilet for the third time.

Owen held up her hair and gently rubbed her back while talking comforting I her ear.

When she was finally done he flushed the toilet and then he let her rest against his chest. She felt like a limp doll and he wondered how she had even managed to work today.

"How are you feeling?", he asked her – still with one hand making comforting circles on her arms and neck. Then he quickly added:

"Be honest with me this time Cris."

Cristina had never cared for nicknames, no one - not even her beloved father got to call her anything other than her first name. No one but Owen. At certain moments (she could count the times on her fingers) he would call her Cris. The last time he had done it was after the plane crash. It felt like an eternity had passed since that.

To hear him call her that with a voice so filled with love and concern opened all her bridges and she cried. Cried in a way she had not done since she was a little girl. It was because she felt like shit but also because of her father, the plane crash, the abortion and Owen. Most of all she cried because she had lost Owen. She clinched to him like she was drowning and he was her rescue and he just sat there with his arms tight around her shaking body and every once in a while he stroke away her tears.

"It hurts, it hurts so much", she uttered between the sobs. He shushed her by putting his fingertips on her hot lips.

"You'll be fine. I'll make sure it doesn't hurt anymore. Okay?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for being a burden", it caused her pain to only breath now and she could barely get the words out but she needed him to know that she was sorry for everything she had put him through him. He shushed her once again and gently laid her down on the floor with her head in his lap. She closed her eyes and let the dizziness take over her.

Cristina awoke when someone gently lifted her up and it took a little while before she understood whose familiar arms she was in. She lifted her head slightly to look up in her former husbands blue eyes and the small movement caused her head to ache and her stomach to flip, instead she nuzzled her head in the crook of his neck and inhaled his scent.

He unlocked her door with one hand while still holding her in his arms. She had slept restlessly on the bathroom floor for a little while mumbling incoherent and just awoken to throw up. When her stomach had seemed to calm down a little he had decided to take her home and he was glad that he knew were Meredith had always kept her spare key.

He brought her up the stairs, to the bathroom and placed her gently on the toilet lid.

"Wait here and I'll go get you some comfy clothes", like if she was able to disappear somewhere he thought and smiled a little. When he got back he carried her favorite Stanford sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt.

"I feel so sick and utterly disgusting.", she whimpered at the sight of him and his lips curved again. He knew how hard it was for her to admit any kind of weakness and to let him se her in this state and take care of her was a big step.

"How about I help you take a shower and then I can tuck you in your bed with lots of pillows and blankets."

"Okay", she answered and closed her eyes against the small bouts of wooziness.

Owen helped Cristina to get out of her dirty scrubs and then he quickly removed his own top but kept the pants on. The water was cold but he hoped it would help Cristina's fever – she was hot enough to boil water on.

She whimpered when the water hit her but after a while she sighed and just stood there. Owen reached out for the shampoo bottle, careful not to let go of Cristina's waist as he was afraid that she would fall over if he did. He massaged her scalp with the shampoo and rinsed her hair before moving his hands down a bit to rub her back in the way she used to love. When he noticed that she had begun to tremble her turned the shower of and wrapped her in a fluffy towel that covered her like a cocoon. Once again he took her into his arms and carried her in to the bedroom. Just as he had promised he pulled the blanket up to her chin and put another one on top of that before he turned around to get out of the door.

"Owen, please stay", she pledged and he leaned forward and whispered in her ear:

"I'm just going to get you some water. I'm not going anywhere; do you hear me? Not anywhere." he pulled her into his arms and stroke her hair before placing a few feather light kisses on her hand, forehead and nose.

He had been so sweet. Calling in sick for the both of them and making it his mission to make sure that she always had water to drink and clean clothes on.

He had cuddled her when she needed it the most and when she felt a little better they had watched silly movies together – the one's she never had had time to see.

He had made her chicken soup and she amazed over his cooking skills – she had missed having home cooked meals again.

Most of all they had stayed up late and just talked. Talked in the way that new couples did, about everything and anything, in the way they never did because of all that had happened to them. And she had realized why she had fallen in love with him and then she had done it all over again.

The past few days and all the thoughts she had wandered in her head when she made her entrance at the hospital. For the first time in she did not know how long she felt light and happy, a stone she did not know she had been carrying had been removed.

It was lunchtime and she still had not seen Owen. He had left her last night because he had an important surgery, but with a silent promise that he would be back. Then she had fallen asleep and when she woke up her stomach felt fine and she was even up for some cereal so she had decided that it was time to get back to work. She would miss this in some ways though, having Owen pampering her without having to deal with all of the crap. Just the love – pure and without shadows.

"Mer, have you seen Owen", she asked her friend who was hanging at the nurses' station.

"No actually. We were supposed to do a kidney transplant on a girl with hemophilia but Kepner and I did it instead. How are you by the way? You look like you haven't eaten for a month."

"Uh I'm just fine.", Cristina mumbled as a answer but her mind was far away. Were the heck was Owen?

She knocked on the door to the trailer. Having her own sickness fresh in mind he was not sure in what state she would find him. The door opened.

"Doctor Yang", it was not Owen, it was that annoying Emma-girl who wanted babies and knew how to cook and stuff.

"Is Ow…Hunt in?", she leaned in a bit in a try to find him. Instead she saw a pot on the stove and she could smell chicken soup.

"Yes, but he's sick and probably contagious. Can I take a message?", she gave Cristina a polite smile that made Cristina's gag-reflex wake again.

"No just…no", she turned around and started walking back to her car. She was not his wife anymore, not even his girlfriend. He was moving on and she should let him.

She stopped when it hit her.

"I love him. So much that it hurts."