It had been a week since Cristina had been in the same general area as Owen. It was getting to be too much. She was frustrated and lonely. She was now brooding in her room, not really knowing what to do. How could she tell him she was there for him, when she hardly saw him? She couldn't really page him or text him even. She needed to do something that wouldn't draw too much attention to either of them.

So she decided to something that was seemingly out of character for her, she would write Owen a letter. Looking for something to write on, she riffled through the ordered chaos of her room. Finding a lined yellow notepad, she grabbed a black pen from the floor and began to write. A short letter would do for now.

She folded the letter into thirds and stuffed into an envelope she had found in the kitchen. Knowing Owen wasn't on until tomorrow morning, it was the best time to drop off the letter. She made her way to the hospital, toying with the idea of where to stick the letter. His locker was too obvious, and she wasn't sure if his office was the best place either. The letter would likely get lost in the piles of paperwork. She smiled when she realized what the perfect place was.

It had been another tough day for Owen, with the task of avoiding Cristina and coupled with the painful therapy sessions with Dr. Wyatt, he needed to get away from the noise of the Pit.

He made his way to the vent, grateful that Cristina had been off for a few hours, he wouldn't have to worry about avoiding her in the halls. He stopped short of the door leading to the vent, finding an envelope with his name taped to it. Curious, he opened it and shook out the page. He immediately knew it was from Cristina, he could smell her shampoo on it somehow. It read:

Owen,

I know we're apart because of what happened, and you're avoiding me to keep me safe. But I can't function without you, I find myself walking through the halls of the hospital hoping for a glimpse of you. When I see you from a distance, my neck still tingles from the kisses you gave me. My hand clenches air, wanting to feel yours in mine; my body aches without you next to me. I know you're getting help because of me, but make yourself whole for you. I'm with you every step of the way.

I love you, never forget that.

Cristina.

Owen pressed a shaking hand to his head, running his fingers through his hair. What had he done to deserve such a woman as Cristina, he was blessed beyond measure. He wanted to find her and hold her close to him, but he was still somewhat frightened to be near her. He had to find a way to tell her what he felt, he could return the favor, and write her a letter too. He bounded back down the stairs, now eager to get started.

"Leave me alone," Cristina shouted at Meredith, "You don't know what I'm going through!"

Cristina turned on her heel and made her way to the one place that she knew would calm her down. She opened the door to the vent room, and walked in. She turned around to shut the door and saw the envelope with her name taped to it. Smiling she ripped it open and slowly unfolded it, inhaling Owen's scent that still lingered on the pages. It read:

Cristina,

It hasn't been easy staying away from you. I'm still scared, not knowing what could happen. You are in every single thought I have during the day. I remember every sigh, look, and touch from our last time together. I couldn't get through the day otherwise. I'll get through this, somehow. We will be together, I know it.

You are my whole world, I will do whatever it takes to be with you, and make myself whole for me too.

I love you, I will never stop.

Owen.

Sighing, she folded the letter and put it in her pocket.

"I meant every word," she heard from behind her.

Cristina whirled around to find Owen in the doorway, with Meredith and Derek several feet behind him. Owen grasped her hand and tugged her close to him.

Resting his forehead against hers, he said "We can be…" and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead.

"Let's get back to work," he said.

Still grasping her hand, he turned around and faced Meredith who nodded silently. Derek smiled and leaned over to whisper something to Meredith.

"You two go on up," Meredith said. "We'll be along in a few."

Twining her fingers in Owen's, Cristina smiled at Meredith and walked out of the room with Owen, the ache all but gone.