Quick A/N: Hi guys! This is my very first time posting fanfic that I have written, so please go easy on me! Please R&R and let me know what you think! I swear it's a really good story, I've always wanted to see what Owen would do if he met Burke and since Shonda isn't gonna give us that luxury, I will! Enjoy!

Chapter 1: The worst surprise

Cristina Yang sighed as she pulled her scrub cap off her head and stretched her sore muscles. She had just finished a 12 hours cardio surgery in which she had saved a emergency trauma patient's life who had been stabbed in the chest with a fence pole, as unbelievable as it sounds. The pole had ruptured his aorta, superior vena cava and part of his right atrium, resulting in numerous repairing graphs and complications during the surgery. She had kicked-ass in that surgery and was now on her post-surgery high. Determined to celebrate, she started walking towards the ER to look for her husband of 3 years, formally Major Owen Hunt now Dr. Owen Hunt, chief of surgery and head of the trauma department.

The pair had fought through complications of their own, behind the scenes of the OR. They had survived an abortion, a cheating scandal, a plane crash, a law suit and even her moving to Mayo to pursue her fellowship. Now though, they are back together for good, both committed and their relationship has been better than ever. Cristina smiled lightly at the thought of him. He had fought for them and had taught her how to fight for them. He never gave up and had supported her even at the worst of times. He truly was an amazing husband and even if she didn't realized this before, she knew now that she never wanted to be with anyone other than him. She thought back to when he had proposed they got divorced but she had managed to change his mind. The day where they both realized that they still loved each other with their entire heart and never wanted to be apart.


"Owen, don't do this." She plead him, putting a finger under his chin to lift his head up, begging him to look at her. He lifted his head slightly, obliging to her wishes, and she could see right through his soul with those striking blue eyes of his. His eyes bore into hers as she tried to read him. He was hiding something, something behind those walls that had cause all their troubles before because they hid from each other. His expression displayed every thought that was crossing his mind and Cristina could see that he was fighting a war within.

"Owen, talk to me."

She tried again, seeking him with her eyes as she tried to convey everything she felt for him in her stare. He reached up and took her hand, that was still on his chin, and wrapped it in both of his.

"It's for the best. You were done a long time ago, we were done a long time ago. This marriage has only ruined us, took us apart from each other, not bring us closer as we hoped. If we do this, we can start over and we can stop hurting each other."

Though he said the words, Cristina could see that he was lying. She could see his eyes divert to the floor and how his expression become hard, like he was dry swallowing a large pill. She could see that deep down inside, he too, was unwilling to sign the papers.

"Bullshit. That's just bullshit. Look at me, Owen. Look at me and tell me again that this marriage was a mistake. Look at me and tell me you don't love me."

She challenged him. She knew he couldn't because she knew that no matter how destroyed their marriage was, he would never give up. Not like this. She knew that she was the love of his life, he had told her so before. He was committed from day one and wasn't the man to just drop out halfway. He wasn't a quitter. Today though, today was her turn to fight for them when he was trying to give up. Today was the day she showed him her commitment.

"Tell me."

She pushed him again.

"I already did."

"Look at me and tell me. Look at me."

"I-"

He tried to repeat his words, but choked on them instead.

"I can't. I can't, Cristina. I can't"

His voice wavered and she shushed him gently, cradling his head to her chest as she stroked his hair soothingly.

"I know, baby. I know. It's alright. We're alright. We can work through this together."

She lifted his head again to look into his eyes and was surprised to see tears forming and spilling over. Owen Hunt never cried. No matter how hard things were, he never cried. The only time Cristina had ever seen him cry was the night were he had tried to strangle her in the mist of his nightmares. The night where she held him in her arms as he begged for forgiveness. His tears shocked her, but she had to be the strong one this time.

"Don't cry, honey. Don't cry. We'll be alright. I love you. I love you. I never stopped and I never will stop loving you. Please, see that in my eyes. Please, baby. I love you."

Cristina was never the person to use the word 'please' or the phrase 'I love you' often. She only ever said it when he did. She was never the one to say it first. By hearing those words from her, Owen finally broke down to a uncontrollable sob and pulled her tight into his embrace. He found the strength to finally fight together again instead of for each other and vowed then and there that he would never lose this woman ever again.

"I love you. I love you so much. Please, don't leave me, Cristina. Don't ever leave me again. I love you."

Unable to help herself, Cristina begin to cry too.

"I won't. You are a part of me now. I won't ever leave you. We'll fight through this together, we'll make it. I promise. I love you."

Owen felt her words deep in his heart and pulled her even closer. As he did so, he felt tears land on his arms and immediately knew that they weren't his. He looked up in awe, to see his strong woman finally fall apart in his arms. Her body slump against his and he picked her up gently and sat her in his lap. She had done the hard part and now it was his turn to comfort her.

"Shhh. I've got you. It's okay."

He swiped at the tears that fell from her eyes as he held her, rocking them back and forth in a soothing motion. They cried together as the weight of their previous mistakes that had jeopardized their relationship finally lifted from their shoulders. They were free to love again. What felt like hours had past and Owen finally reached across the table and grabbed the divorce papers.

"What are you doing?"

Cristina asked, panicked. Owen smiled reassuringly at her as he ripped the papers in half, scrunched them into a ball and threw them into the trash can.

"We're okay."

Those two words were the beginning to their newfound relationship.


Cristina approached the nurses station in the ER as she looked around for her husband.

"May I help you, Dr. Yang-Hunt?"

Yeah, that's right, she had hyphenated her name. The old Cristina would never had done that, but she has changed. She was no longer that stuck up Cristina who only had eyes for surgery. She had more important things in her life now that she was willing to give up surgery for. Okay fine, maybe not all the surgeries, but she definitely knew her priorities and knew that Owen comes first.

"Have you seen my husband?"

"Yes, Doctor. He's at bed 3."

"Thanks."

The nurses that have been working here for a long time all knew that there had been some major changes in Cristina Yang. Owen Hunt had really brought out the best in her. The nurses were jealous that she had snagged him first. Many of them willing to throw themselves off a cliff for him. He was one fine man. Military training had blessed him with a muscular, toned body, his eyes are like the stars could make you swoon with one look and his boyish features only bring out further appeal for him. Owen knew that there were many jealous ladies in the hospital that were just looking for a hint of trouble in paradise between him and Yang before they swooped down like vultures and devoured him. But Cristina was the only one he wanted. The only woman who knew how to help him with his PTSD and the only one who saw him.

Cristina pushed herself off the nurses station and approached bed 3 of the ER. She pulled the curtain back to reveal Owen and a patient with a nasty third degree burn. Owen inspected the wound, cleaning it of debris.

"Slow day, honey?"

She joked. He turned around quickly at the sound of her voice, a million dollar smile lighting up his face.

"Was there something you needed, Dr. Yang-Hunt?"

He loved saying her name like this. He said it was because he thought their names sounded right together, but she knew it was because he loved to inform the whole hospital the she was his. He remembered when he denied her and claimed that it really was because it sounded right together. She replied him, saying that if it sounded 'right' together, her hyphenated name would have been 'Dr. Ying-Yang' which resulted in him laughing for quite a few minutes.

"As a matter of fact, Dr. Hunt, I do need something."

She leaned in closer, her mouth right next to his ear, trying to give them a little privacy and avoid the patient hearing her next words.

"I need you, me and the On-call room. Right now."

She pulled away, grinning. He cleared his throat as a blush crawled up his neck and his pants become tight. She winked at him and walked towards 'their' on-call room, not waiting for him.

"Ehem, this wound just needs to get clean up and wrapped, Mr Dickerson. Dr. Ross!"

"Yes, sir?"

"Would you mind cleaning this burn for Mr Dickerson, I have some urgent business I have to attend to."

"Of course, sir."

"Thank you"

Owen stood up quickly and hurried walked towards the on-call room that Cristina had entered, trying to be as discrete as possible.


"Oh...Oh God...Owen...mmm...Owen!

"Mhmm..like this?"

Owen planted a trail of kissed down Cristina's neck as he delivered a particularly hard thrust that hit her in her favorite spot.

"Oh! Oh, yes. Again, do that again!"

He steadied himself and pulled himself completely out of her before slamming back in. He repeated his movement again, each time angling himself so that he would hit her spot. Cristina's head fell back as she let out a moan. He hammered into her as she gripped at his back, running her nails down his back. drawing a little blood.

"Mmppp!"

He moaned in pain and pleasure. His hands wrapped themselves in her hair and he suckled at her breast hungrily. His hips moved at a inhuman speed as he continued to pound into her, trying his best to hold off his orgasm. He always made sure that she finished first, even if it meant that he had to pull out and pleasure her with his tongue until she reached the edge. Cristina's moans became louder, her hips moving along with his as she tried to keep up with his pace.

"Owen, please, harder. Yes! Oh...ohhh...touch me...make me come. Please...Owen!...Please!"

His hands trailed a line down her body, sliding closer towards her clit. He lifted his head and captured her lips in a heated kiss and he begin to rub her frantically with his finger. His other hand continued his work on her breast, tugging and pinching at her nipple just the way she liked it.

"Oh...Owen! Yes, yes, yes! OWEN!"

She screamed his name as she came violently under him, her head tossed back, revealing her slender neck. He immediately attached his mouth to her neck, sucking hard and leaving a mark. Her walls massaged his length rhythmically and he was unable to hold back any longer.

"Oh, Cristina!"

He grunted as he came. His movements losing all sense of rhythm as he spilled his seed into her. She held him as he came, moving her hips to help him prolong his and her own orgasms. As they both came down from their high, he laid his head on her chest and listened to her heart beat erratically.

"I love you."

He said.

"I love you too."

She smiled.


They helped each other dress after they had calmed their heart rates. Even though they wanted to lay there all night, hold each other and just go to sleep, they were technically still at work.

"When does your shift end?"

"In the morning. I'm on-call tonight."

"Mhmm. Me too. I'll pick you up and we can go home together?"

Home. Their home. The firehouse. She smiled at that thought.

"Okay."

She smiled and held his hand as they walked out the on-call room, electing quite a few stares, but they didn't care. They were all that mattered. As they turned to walk back to the ER, Cristina eyes landed on someone that she thought she would never see again in her life. He stood by Dr. Webber, chatting to his old friend. She let out a sudden gasp, causing Owen to go into overprotective mode.

"What's wrong, baby? Are you hurt? Do you need to sit down? Cristina, are you okay?"

She gripped his hand even tighter like it was a life line. Preston Burke was back.

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