Author Notes: Again a huge thank you to all those who have read/reviewed my stories. I really appreciate the feedback.
About this story. This is a twist that has haunted me ever since Owen's ONS was explored in 8.19. Now I decided to write about it and give it a go. I hope you like it!
P.S. Please tell me whether you liked this story or not. This is just a prologue. I'm planning to continue this, but thoughts and suggestions are more than welcome! :)
It had been so long since Owen had felt happiness that he had almost forgotten how it felt like to feel joy. How it felt like to smile. How it felt like to be relaxed. To laugh. To just lie still without having to worry about work or love or live in general. This was the first time in months that Owen thought that he was happy. The first time that he didn't have to worry about the plane crash or the law suit. The first time that he didn't feel the guilt that had constantly tormented him ever since that fateful day. Finally, he could rest.
The light touch of a hand caressing his shoulder made Owen smile. He turned on his side and looked at the beautiful angel lying next to him. Her black curls were a silky mass of tempting darkness, her brown eyes were like two peaces of the most palatable chocolate and her lips, the most perfect lips imaginable, were red as the tastiest apple.
"Forbidden apple", Owen whispered.
"What?" Cristina asked, smiling.
"Nothing." Owen looked her in the eye and smiled. His left hand moved to smooth her cheek. She placed her hand on top of his. "What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking", Owen said, "that I'm happy. For the first time in ages, I'm happy. I'm happy to just lie here, next to you. I wish we could stay here forever."
"Me too", Cristina replied and moved closer, so that Owen could hold her in his arms. "I'm happy, too."
"I thought I could never feel like this again. Ever since the plane crash I've been feeling like I can never be at peace again. I mean, the law suit and everything that came after that... I thought I could never rest again. But now... now I'm relieved and at peace and happy. That's what I'm thinking."
"Okay", Cristina said and smiled. "Do you want to know what I'm thinking?"
Owen nodded.
"I'm thinking that we both have the night off and we're lying on my mattress, naked, and everyone else is at work, so we have the entire night and the entire house to ourselves."
"And?" Owen asked with a little grin.
"And since you're happy and I'm happy, I thought we could share some of that happiness with each other."
"Oh, that's what you thought?" Owen chuckled and slowly rolled Cristina on her back while positioning himself on top of her. "Yep, that's what I thought", Cristina answered.
Owen lowered his head and placed a kiss on her lips. He then looked at her for a moment, viewing her beauty. "Owen?" Cristina asked. "What are you thinking now?"
"I'm thinking that I love you", he replied.
Cristina smiled. "I love you too."
April was in a hurry. A bus vs. SUV had flooded the ER with patients and she felt like she had to be at ten places at once. Now that the hospital was a level one trauma center again, patients were brought to the ER at a steady pace. April loved being back in the Pit but tonight she felt like she was in way over her head. Dr. Hunt had the night off and she was in charge. Of course an accident of that caliber had to happen just that night.
As she tried to asses the situation, April spotted the screaming pregnant lady being brought in.
"What do we have here?" she asked as she hurried to receive the patient.
"A 30-year old female with a broken leg, multiple blunt force trauma and injuries on her face, hands and upper body, a possible concussion and internal hemorrhage. The patient was on the front of the bus, suffered an almost direct hit. She is nine months pregnant."
"Okay, let's take her to trauma 1. Someone page doctors Torres and Robbins, we need to figure out what's the situation with her baby", April said and then looked at the patient. She was a tall woman with a narrow face and curly blond hair. "Ma'am, my name is Dr. Kepner, you are at the Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital. Can you tell me your name?"
"Sharon. Sharon MacAllister", the woman answered, then grimaced with pain. "Oh God! My stomach, it hurts. Do something!"
"Ma'am, you have to try to relax", April said as they carried the patient to the trauma room. "You're going to be fine."
"God it hurts!" The woman closed her eyes in anguish. "Get your boss in here right now!"
The woman's demand took April by surprise. "Excuse me?"
"Your boss. The guy with the red hair. He's your boss, right?"
"Dr. Hunt?" April asked, puzzled. "He has the night off, he's not here..."
"Well then get him in here!"
"Okay, ma'am, you need to relax. For the baby's sake. I am Dr. Hunt's second-in-command in the ER, I assure you, I am just as capable as –"
"For this baby's sake", the woman said with a dangerous tone, "I want you to get him here right now!"
Patient in pain or not, the woman's attitude was starting to get under April's skin. "And why is that, if I may ask?"
The woman opened her eyes and glared at April. "Because he's the damn father."