AN- Just an idea that came into my head when I heard the Snow Patrol song 'If There's a Rocket Tie Me To It' from their new album, which is great! I know it's not 100% accurate, but I should really be doing Chemistry homework... Hope you like it :) I've only seen up to the eight episode of the 5th season so there will probably be innacuracies

Disclaimer- Grey's Anatomy property of Shonda Rhimes, etc, etc


He sits on the arid ground, twisting the dark hair around his finger, unwinding it as the digit turns a particularly attractive purple. Can it have been two weeks already since he last saw her? It certainly feels as though it were just hours ago, and Major Hunt closes his eyes as he pictures her face, trying to seem like she really wasn't that bothered by having an icicle in her body, and smiles as he recalls what happened moments after closing up the offending wound.

A low rumble in the distance brings him back to this absurd reality. Time to be off then.

He runs toward the nearest van, and jumps in next to Rob and Chris, arguing as usual over who deserves to win the FA Cup this year; Chris is a Liverpool fan, Rob more of a Man United person, or so he tells everyone. Both are from Texas, have grown up together, and famously discovered 'soccer' after walking past Anfield and Old Trafford unknowingly. Owen finds this highly unlikely, for even he, a Washington native, knows the two are far apart. Still, they're likeable enough men, and he joins in their heated conversion, joking that maybe this year will be Ipswich's year.

The van swerves suddenly and tilts barely a degree too much, and the team exchange fearful glances as the vehicle falls onto its side. They know what will come next, and each person is prepared as they climb carefully onto the sandy road. Except no-one can get out. Time passes, and Owen retreats into his mind, using the image of that Cristina to anchor him to life, and plays back to himself the brief conversations they had as around him his comrades are robbed slowly of life.

A pulse, your pulse. It's the only thing I can remember.

She notices him sat alone at the bar, and seeing as Meredith's gone off home with McFreakin'Dreamy, Cristina walks over to him and sits on the barstool closest. He looks up as she approaches him, and a flicker of a smile crosses his face in subtle recognition.

"Hey," she says quietly, taking a quick sip of her beer.

"Hi. I hope you haven't been getting yourself impaled on anymore icicles since I've been gone," He jokes, noting that it is just as cold now as it was when he left before.

The next couple of hours pass in casual conversation, and with a few more pints of beer, although both are careful not to over-drink in preparation for work tomorrow, for the weather breeds traumas like a teenage boy's room breeds germs. He makes few mentions of what has brought him back, and Cristina takes the hint and changes the subject, for which he is grateful.

A glance at his watch reveals that it is almost 11. The pair pay for their drinks and leave, neither realising that Joe is watching them like a hawk.

"Well," he says softly. "Thank you for tonight, Cristina." She smiles, despite her mild confusion.

"You're welcome, I guess." They step unconsciously towards each other, and his fingers skim over her dark hair. A blush creeps up her cheeks as another smile spills out. They lean into each other and kiss as passionately as the last time, breaking apart as the snow starts to fall.

"I'd better be off, then," Owen says. "I'm sure there'll be plenty to do tomorrow with weather like this!"