A/N: hi everyone I'm new here and I'm kinda nervous actually to post one of my fanfics (I know it's silly but yeah ^.^) I'm watching Grey's since I was a little girl and I became enamored with the love story of Cristina and Owen. I am so sad that they aren't together on TV anymore because I think that Owen will never have the same relationship with another woman than he has had with Cristina, so why should he settle for anything less than his absolute best?
English is not my first language, but I love writing and reading it!
This one shot is about Cristina reconnecting with Owen after the season six finale. Lots of things are unsaid and Cristina needs to be comforted by her very own man, doesn't she?
She breathed in deeply and tried to arrange her thoughts. She knew that overanalyzing it would only make things worse, but she simply could not stop thinking about it. Thinking about him lying on the floor… She grabbed her head and banished her mind from all the horrible images that she still remembered like it had happened a few hours ago. Oh wait! It all really did happen a few hours ago. This was not just a horror movie where you would go to sleep with an uneasy feeling and maybe would get a nightmare. Because then you would wake up and remember that it was not real. Cristina still waited to wake up.
When the SWAT had come in and had told them that they were safe and that they could get out of the hospital, she had let out a few more tears out of relief and, because of her thought that there could not have been any tears left, a giggle had escaped a mouth and then a laugh. She had laughed while everybody else had stared at her with disbelief. She had known that she had to concentrate on stitching Derek up but there had been only so much she had been able to take on one day. Yet, there had been her breaking point. She had laughed until her throat had closed up and then had concentrated on Derek's surgery. She had known that everybody had been watching her but she hadn't cared. She had been actually kind of glad that nobody had been talking some sense into her because everybody had thought she had been the afraid little girl whose world had tumbled upside down.
Afterwards she had accompanied Meredith out of the scrub room and had gone to get checked out by the paramedics. She really hadn't wanted to leave Meredith on her own because she was a doctor and because she had known what those bloodstains on Meredith's thighs had meant but she had had to follow the protocol and she hadn't really had the nerve to argue with anybody about it. And since she had had to get her check-up, she hadn't been able to look for Owen who most likely had been brought to get examined by lots of doctors who even though there had been a shooting at the hospital had to do their job.
Now reflecting on all that stuff she rubbed her forehead and her eyes. She hadn't realized earlier how tired she was and how much energy the surgery on the Chief had cost her body. A little part of her that had survived was unbelievably proud that she had been able to complete this surgery with this amount of pressure on her. But that part of her mind was nothing compared to the part where she wished she would have never experienced the previous hours. Hell, she even wished she would have never experienced the previous weeks. Because then she and Owen would be okay and she needn't to feel afraid to face him.
Cristina tapped her foot on the clean floor of the locker room and let her head drop. She simply didn't have the energy to listen to anybody or anything. She just wanted to be alone and grieve over her loss. The loss of herself. So she sat in the intern's locker room because she knew that with all that trouble out there nobody would think of getting any of the stuff outta here. And because many of the interns hadn't made it out alive, so they wouldn't bother. She gritted her teeth, but said nothing. She had never been a fan of interns even when she had been one but she kind of prayed that some dead intern would come back to life and actually care about his stuff and get on her nerves. But reality is cruel and so everything stayed the same it was thirty seconds ago.
Earlier when everybody had thought she had gone insane, she had thought that there were simply no more tears left to shed. She had thought that her laugh had been a way to bring out her emotions. But she had been wrong. There were tears left. One tear rolled over her cheek, but Cristina didn't care to wipe it away. She silently cried and tried to keep her head down, when after a while someone opened the door and silently closed it. Cristina couldn't see who had come in, because she was too busy to compose herself and to keep her head down so that the person couldn't see her face and her tears. After all, she didn't share her grief with anyone.
But the stranger didn't move away but sat on the bench next to her. She didn't dare to move. She prayed that the nervous intern would just clear out his locker and go home and wouldn't care about her crying on a bench. Why interns did always had to be so attentive, she thought angrily and sat straight up as the intern touched her shoulder lightly. But the person she was looking at wasn't an intern anymore. Cristina was looking Owen Hunt straight in the eyes. Those blue eyes she hadn't wanted to look in because she had known that his appearance would blow her plans. She was afraid of falling into his arms and sobbing until she couldn't anymore, because she still wasn't sure what really was going on between the two of them. She wanted Owen to speak first, so he could promise her that he really had chosen her and that he only loved her. But being so close to him and having him lightly touching her shoulder threw her plans out of the window.
"Cristina," he whispered lightly, possibly afraid that him saying her name would break something deep inside of her. She had known way before that day that Owen was a protective one but nothing could be compared to him whispering her name like that. This brought more tears to her eyes and she tried to fight the urge to curl up against his chest, but when Owen cupped her cheek with his good hand, she just let the tears flow. He smiled in an understanding way and stroked her cheek and occasionally wiped away a few tears. They sat like that for a while never stop staring at each other. But eventually he stopped stroking her cheek, took her hand and sighed. It seemed as if he wasn't able to find the right words either. So Cristina just stared at their hands intertwined blending everything else out but his presence.
"I wish I knew what to say to take all your pain away. But I don't think you'd want me to." She didn't expect an apology, at least not this kind of apology. He sounded defeated and broken down which was actually pretty normal if you thought about him getting shot.
"I'm sorry he took you back to that place. I wish I could take your fears away." Her voice was hoarse and a shiver traveled down her spine, but she had to be strong right now. She could fall apart later.
Owen shook his head and his look showed pure love and compassion. "I wasn't afraid of Iraq. I was afraid about you. I have been more afraid than I have ever been when he had pointed the gun to your neck." His voice broke and she could see the tears in his eyes. And then the dam broke. She buried her face in his good shoulder and tried to press herself to his warm skin without hurting him. She sobbed and Owen held her tight and kissed her hair.
"I love you, Cristina."
His voice wasn't weak anymore, it was clear and steady and that fact made her cry even harder. She clung to his jacket, pretty sure that she was hurting him right now, but he didn't say anything and neither did she. She just needed him to be there for here. She needed his comforting embrace and his reassurances that even if she had nothing left, she still had him. Owen rocked her and the scene was similar to the one a few days ago, where he had to comfort her about her dad's death: Cristina crying about something that couldn't be changed and Owen trying to make her feel better. But right now there wasn't any comfort for her. When she finally calmed down a bit and pulled herself together, she drew away to look at him and concern was spread all over his face. She knew he had a lot of questions about her, about them, but right now she just had to laugh and kiss him. His lips felt good beneath hers and when their lips met, she felt like everything was going to be okay and that nobody else could take away the bond they shared. This kiss was about them reconnecting physically and mentally. Their relationship requiring no words was suddenly splayed out in front of them. It was so real that she could already feel it as he gathered her in his good arm and she clung to his neck.
When the kiss ended, both of them had smiles on their faces. Both of them were well aware of the fact that they still had lots of things to discuss, but nothing of that mattered right now. Cristina and Owen just wanted to share a bit of their happiness with each other.
Cristina was the first to move and stood up. "I have to be with Mer right now, she needs me," she explained and removed her hand from his shoulder, but brought him up with her. He lightly traced the lines of her body and whispered, afraid of destroying their happy bubble, "okay, I'll wait for you here." That made her smile and kiss him again just because she could. Then she left the room.
A/N: should I continue this one-shot? do you want to know how Cristina and Owen work through their issues? please tell me :D