A/n: Hello! I hope you enjoy this one as much as the other one I did. It's a sequel to "Don't You Remember". This takes place right after Owen and Cristina jump out of the plane. This one is a bit more sci-fi than the last one.
Chapter One – Wait it Out
Several months earlier...
They crashed into the water, their breath leaving their bodies as they hit the ice cold water. The couple let the current carry them as far as they needed to go. They ignored the sounds of their friends screaming. Ignored the urge to call back to them. To let them know that they were okay. That everything was going to be alright. It was never going to be but at least they had each other.
Finally, the pair swam to shore. Owen and Cristina laid themselves on the shore shivering and coughing, trying desperately to absorb as much heat as they could from the morning sun.
Cristina turned her head and looked at Owen. "That was awful." She said, her teeth chattering away.
"I know...I'm sorry." Owen replied sadly. He reached over to her and held onto her hand.
"You don't need to be sorry. It's not your fault." She replied, trying to reassure her ever worrying husband.
"I know..." Owen replied. "But I still feel responsible."
"Of course you do." Cristina squeezed his hand in reassurance.
He turned his head towards her and smiled.
"We should find a place to camp overnight." Owen said suddenly.
They got up and started walking into the woods.
"God...I miss being a surgeon. Cutting someone open, fixing their heart." Cristina sighed.
"Me too. When Steve and I escaped from his compound and I triaged a bunch of the people there, it was such rush. I miss that rush."
They both sighed unhappily as they continued to walk. The couple stopped briefly to rest and kept going until the sky started to turn dark. They chose a suitable place to camp and sat down. Cristina shivered and shifted closer to Owen. He put his arm around her and they stared into the fire before them, listening to the crackle and the pop of the flames.
"I miss Meredith...I know it hasn't even been a day but the idea that I might never see her again..." Cristina trailed off as tears formed behind her eyes.
Owen stroked her face and kissed her lips.
"I know. I know." He soothed. He ran his hands through her hair.
He started to kiss her again and slowly kiss away each of her tears that fell. It broke his heart to see her so upset. Owen carefully kissed down her neck and breathed in her scent. Tears still continued to spill from her eyes but she was happy she had Owen there with her.
Owen removed her shirt and her bra. He gently caressed her peaked nipples causing her to release a moan. Owen messaged her breasts and kissed and sucked on each of her nipples and slowly descended further down. He slipped her pants off and caressed her through her underwear. She raised her hips into his hand and he slipped his hand inside of them stroking her moistness. Cristina spread her legs slightly so he would have better access. She moaned as he slipped a finger inside of her and raised her hips into his hand. Owen leaned up and kissed her several more times.
"Feel better?"
"Loads..."
Cristina could feel his hardness against her leg and smirked. She slipped his shirt off him revealing his muscular chest. She ran her hands up and down it happy to see it had made an appearance once again. They had started to put their pieces back together since they were freed and it was clear to her that he had been successful physically. She unbuttoned his jeans and slipped down his hips and off. Just clad in his black briefs, Cristina admired the view and smirked. Owen grinned at her and grabbed her and pulled her close to him.
Cristina looked at him, dead in the eyes. "Now come on and fuck me."
Owen just about came. He slipped his briefs off and her underwear off in one smooth motion and entered her. The pair gasped and started to grind into each other. They climaxed together and laid in each others arms.
For a brief moment everything was just as it should be. It was simple. Just two people expressing how much their loved one another. For a moment, it was alright.
And the moment was gone.
They got up and dressed. Without words, the couple packed what they had and left. Suddenly realizing the extent of their mental injuries, they soldiered on through the night, not willing to relax and close their eyes.
Owen and Cristina walked for hours. The smell of smoke filled their noses as the neared the city. They climbed the hill overlooking the city and stared. Half the city was destroyed and burning. Despite their efforts in killing their military leader, the bombs still kept dropping. The city was crawling with soldiers so they both took a second to address their appearances.
Owen stared at his haggered his appearance. Sullen eyes. 2 day old stubble. His roots on his head were growing out a dark red and his skin was covered in dirt. Cristina didn't look much better. Her eyes were sullen as well and her hair was an absolute mess complete with a little bit of foliage.
"You know...our scars are badass." Cristina commented suddenly.
Owen laughed at the sudden comment.
"Yeah." He agreed.
They hesitated briefly before heading down the hill towards the check point into the city.
"Names?" The solider said without looking up.
"Kevin and Sandra Lewis." Owen said clearly.
"ID's?"
Owen handed the man their cards.
He stared briefly at them and handed them back. Clearly this man did not take his job seriously.
"Eyes. If you have contacts, take them out. It can't read through them."
They looked at each other. They knew they didn't have a choice. Owen and Cristina popped the contacts out and let the laser scan them.
"Ouch..." Cristina said as the laser read her eyes.
Owen winced as his eyes were scanned next.
"Why are you here?" The man asked. He was already bored.
"Groceries."
"You don't live in the city?"
"Not anymore." Owen replied.
And with that they were allowed into the city.
"I can't believe it worked." Cristina said finally as they distanced themselves from the soldiers.
"I know! Thank god." They headed down the street to the market. They bought some food and a little bit of supply's and left.
As they munched away on their supper they chatted. There was another brief moment when they forgot why they were there. They chatted like it was another normal day.
Owen started to share stories about his time as an intern and as a resident. Cristina did as well. She told him about when George and Alex had to operate in the elevator. They swapped stories until they were too tired to talk. They crawled into the tent and slept for a little while.
"DEAD? They're dead? Are you sure?" Clarke asked his men.
"Yes sir. We saw the bodies floating in the river. There was no way they survived that far of a fall."
"Good. Did you find the bodies?" He enquired.
"Still looking sir but the current was pretty strong so they may have floated quite a ways away."
"Well keep looking."
"Also...the hospital?"
"Destroy it. I don't want any reminder of their propaganda."
"Done."
"Have you found out where the new hospital is?"
"We're close sir.'
"You better be."
Clarke kept the thought in the back of his mind. The idea that they might have survived.
"Owen...we cannot survive on an hour's sleep here and there anymore." Cristina said tiredly. She laid her head on his chest and wrapped her around him.
"I know. I just..can't close my eyes."
Cristina sighed.
"And killing him won't make it better."
"But it will help."
"Yes it will."
"So...how are you liking living in the lap of luxury?" Owen asked her.
"Oh. It's wonderful. The view of the burning city is a nice touch." Cristina replied sarcastically.
Owen laughed. "Oh yes. Adds to the whole atmosphere of this situation we're in."
"I never would have thought a year ago that we would be living in a tent."
"And you are pleasantly surprised?"
"Oh yes." Cristina said laughing.
Owen grinned.
He frowned suddenly.
"I'm going to find somewhere warmer soon. I promise."
"I know you will. This is great. I'm used to sleeping on a cement floor remember?"
Owen nodded.
"And at least theirs no draft."
"God yes. Even if we ended up living in a garbage bin I would be happy if it was draft free."
"Agreed. Except let's not do that."
"Okay."
Cristina never would have imagined a year ago that any of this would have happened. A year ago they were happily living in their firehouse being surgeons. Life was good. Cristina Beverly Hills never thought she would be happy and content that she was now living in a tent. She didn't do camping. Her version of roughing it was staying at a hotel that didn't have room service.
Yet she was.
It seemed cheesy to think she was perfectly content to be happy with just her and her husband and nothing else but that's exactly how she felt. Cristina didn't think she did cheesy and romantic but apparently, Owen had changed that.
"I love you." Cristina said breaking the silence.
"I love you too." Owen replied smiling at her. "I'm glad I have you."
"I'm glad I have you." She paused. "When this is all over, we are going on our honeymoon."
Owen laughed. "Okay."
"Somewhere hot."
Owen nodded.
"Like a small village in the rainforest that needs doctors or something?" Owen piped up sarcastically.
"No. A place with room service and a giant bed."
Owen grinned. "That works for me."
The sound reverberated off the mountains. The air was filled with a dark smoke and the whole city lit up.
Cristina and Owen jumped out of their tent to see what had happened. A building. Up in flames.
"That's..."
"I know..."
She teared up slightly.
"That was my home..."
"And they will rebuild it Cristina. They won't win.'
The couple watched the hospital burn from the hill.
"What if there were people inside there? What if our friends were in there?" Cristina exclaimed. She looked at him with worry.
Owen looked back at her.
What if...
Before Owen had fully decided he had started to descend the hill. Cristina followed him and they headed into the city again. They ran as fast as their legs could carry them towards the burning hospital. They knew they had to be careful. Everyone thought they were dead and it had to stay that way.
Once they reached the building they ran inside. The smoke was thick and they headed towards the sounds of people who had been there.
Cristina and Owen immediately began helping others get out of the hospital. The sounds of sirens filled the air as a crowd of ambulances drove up. Owen and Cristina looked at each other. They had gotten as many people out as they could and helped them but now...now they had to leave.
And with that they were gone.
Teddy got out of the back of the ambulance. She frowned at the sight. They all grabbed their bags and headed towards the burning hospital.
Meredith was surprised to see there were several people who had clearly been triaged and had been cared for but there were no medical personnel to be found other than the ones that had arrived. Strange. She wasted no more time thinking about it and immediately began to work.
Henry started to hand out bottled water and blankets to those who were less injured while Teddy, Meredith, Lexie, Mark and Callie helped out the injured.
Out of the 300 people who were present in the building at the time, only 100 of them lived. Many were killed instantly by the explosion.
The group headed back to their makeshift hospital with broken spirits. This was not a good day. Not at all.
"I wonder how those people got out so quickly." Mark commented on the ambulance ride back.
"I know..." Teddy puzzled. "Maybe one of the doctors got them out and headed back in."
"That's depressing...but maybe." Mark finally agreed.
"You're going to have your work cut out for you when we get back. A ton of them have burns all over them." Teddy commented.
"I know. I hope we have enough bandages and cadaver skin." Mark sighed. "Don't take this the wrong way because I do appreciate what you've done but the burn unit we had at Seattle Grace was so much better."
Teddy looked at him. "Oh I agree. 100%. We just have to deal with what we have now."
Mark nodded sadly.
Once they reached their camp, it became a fury of activity as patients were wheeled in and doctors rushing about.
"WE NEED MORE B POSITIVE BLOOD!" Derek shouted as he busily tried to stop the bleeding in one of his patients.
"That's all we have." Alex shouted back. "I'll grab you some O." Alex ran off and came back with several bags of it.
"I don't know if that's going to be enough." Derek shouted over the noise.
"It's all I can give you. Torres still needs some and so does Altman."
"It's fine..." Derek said defeated.
Alex ran over to where Robbins was furiously operating on a child. He scrubbed in as best as they could and started to assist her.
Teddy was reminded of her years in the army as she watched the fury of activity in front of her. It was their little MASH unit all over again.
By the end of it they were all exhausted. They had blown through their supplies and were in desperate need of more. How they were going to obtain them was another matter.
Teddy pushed the though out of her head and headed over to the table where everyone was. She sat down next to Henry and he opened her a beer.
"Thanks." She said smiling. She kissed him and began drinking the icy cold beverage.
"Oh god...this was just what I needed." She commented as she swallowed another sip.
"Agreed." Alex replied, drinking his own beer.
They drank well into the night playing cards and chatting. The crowd thinned and soon all that was left was Teddy who was staring into space.
There were going to be so many more days like this. She didn't know if she could handle it all again. Teddy had assumed she left that life behind when she left the army but here she was in her own country fighting a war. She sighed and drank the rest of her beer and contemplated having another.