So this is my brand new fanfic. : ) I have written fanfics on most of the couples in Grey's, and it's fair that Cristina and Owen get their chance too… This is an idea that came to my mind a few weeks ago. I hope you like it!
Cristina's POV
' Oh my God that was…..wow….just amazing' I mutter as Owen rolls off me and we both lie side by side, catching our breaths. This is the second time we've gone at it tonight, and we certainly aren't showing any signs of wearing out anytime soon.
Owen props up in his forearms and looks at me, his green eyes burning with passion.
He looks so damn sexy with his chest exposed, showing off his pectoralis muscles.
He begins to kiss me passionately again…and I can feel the heat begin to rise in my body again in anticipation of the dizzy road he has taken me down so many times before. This guy really has the stamina of an ironman.
But just as my body begins to cave in, he pushes away from me.
I look up at him puzzled.
' Cristina, I've something to tell you' he says, his voice serious all of a sudden.
I think he can hear my heart pounding. This doesn't sound good at all.
' I'm reenlisting in the army'.
' You…what?! But why?!'
' I have been having these nightmares again about Iraq…and I…just have to go back there and revisit them. I've spoken to the psychiatrist, and she agrees that it's the best treatment for my PTSD….'
I am now sitting upright on the bed.
' Oh so you're leaving Seattle Grace and a comfortable life here behind just so you can revisit your nightmares? Owen….are you drunk?'
' No…I've deliberated this over for so long, and I've decided that this is what is best for me….for us. I just really need to treat my condition, before it flares up again. I don't want to choke you again…'
' For us? So you're leaving me? You're breaking up with me?'
' I…no no…that's not what I mean. I'm not breaking up with you!' Owen sounds exasperated. ' I'm not leaving for good, just for a few months, a year tops.'
' You are so full of yourself Owen' I say coldly, leaping out of the bed. ' You only think of yourself all the time'
Before he could answer, I have slammed the bedroom door behind me.
I'm sitting in the kitchen at 3am in the morning, sipping my coffee. I just cannot go back to sleep after Owen's announcement. The truth is…. I do not think he is selfish at all. The truth is…I just didn't want him to leave me. I don't want to lose him. I know America needs people like him to fight for the country but Cristina Yang needs him more.
Sighing heavily, I pick up my cell and speeddial a number.
' Hello?' a sleepy voice answered.
' Mer, It's me' I say.
' Cristina, it's 3 am in the morning. This has better be good. If it's not a corpus colosectomy or something huge like that I'm hanging up right now'
' Owen is re-enlisting in the army' I state as a matter of factly.
Silence.
' Meredith?'
' How about you come over to my place now. Derek has a night shift.'
That's why Mer is my person.
Half an hour later, I'm tucked comfortably in Meredith's bed.
' I mean…we just had been having this mind blowing sex…'
' Too much info there'
' Whatever….and then bam…he just drops the news like that…like a bomb….'
' Why do you think he wants to re-enlist?' Meredith asks.
' I don't know. Maybe he wants to be patriotic. Or maybe just to piss me off. Or maybe he wants to kill himself.' I shrug.
Meredith is now propped up on her elbows as she looks at me, her green eyes now wide open.
' Derek wants me to have his babies' she states matter of factly. ' He just said so before he left for his shift.'
' Do you want to have his babies?'
' Yes eventually, but I just don't know if I'm ready yet…. I mean…I don't want to be a crappy mom, you know…like mine….'
' Men are stupid' I sigh.
' Men are stupid' Mer repeats, and we both lie on the bed staring up at the ceiling.
' Maybe you can do me a favor and tell Derek to stop Owen from re-enlisting' I say and we both laugh.
' And you can tell Owen to tell Derek that I'm not ready for kids'
' That's a deal.'
The next day, I try avoiding Owen. Which is a tough thing to do, as he seems to be everywhere in the hospital grounds. When I am standing at the hospital bridge, he comes up to me and tries to take my hands in his, but I slip away from him and walk away, leaving him confused.
There is no escape route for me, not even in the OT. Owen has this super huge surgery whereby he is operating on a patient who suffered tension pneumothorax, a subdural haematoma and several open fractures after an MVA. And being the competitive surgeon I am, when I found out about the surgery, I just simply couldn't turn down this golden opportunity, even if it meant coming face to face with him again.
' Yang, can you help me hold the suction tube?' Owen is calling me by my last name, which isn't a good sign.
I do as told.
' I'm not leaving you' he says suddenly.
' I'm sorry?' I pretend to be clueless.
' I enlisted not because I want to leave you, but because I love you' I hear him say, followed by a huge sigh.
I pretend to concentrate on the suction and the patient's bloody lungs, not looking up at him.
I can hear Alex let out a snicker from behind his mask, and I can feel several pairs of eyes staring at me.
I think they can see me blushing behind my mask.
' I'm sorry….I…have to go…umm…emergency, I just got paged ….' I mutter as I tear of my mask and run out of the OT.
It turned out that Owen didn't get to have a proper conversation with me, as I keep on turning down every opportunity for us to have a decent chat. Call me nasty or selfish for all you want, but that's me.
And before I know it, the day for Owen to depart for the army arrived. Meredith has told me that Derek had tried to persuade him out of the army, but as it turns out, Owen is being his usual stubborn self and still insists on going.
I didn't even see him off at the airport. The truth is…I hate goodbyes. I hate seeing someone you actually care about go away. I've hated goodbyes ever since my Dad died when I was nine. Goodbyes hurt too much, they slice into your heart like a scalpel.
I couldn't concentrate that day. I was scrubbed in for a complex heart transplant surgery with Dr. Teddy Altman which was a once in a lifetime opportunity which normally would have me feeling on cloud nine. But somehow, even as I am holding the beating heart in my hands, something which would usually get my adrenaline pumping, I can't stop my mind from wondering about Owen. Is he still in the airport now…at the waiting lounge? Or has he boarded the plane?
' Yang…which arteries supply the right atrium of the heart?' Dr. Altman's voice interrupts my thoughts.
' Umm…I'm sorry…can you repeat the question again?'
' Are you ok Yang? You seem a bit…out of it today.'
' I'm fine' I say a little too confidently.
' You know, I miss him too' she sighs.
And I pretend not to know what she's talking about.
Right after the surgery, I put on my jacket and run to my car, not bothering to even change out of my scrubs. And I begin driving at 120 miles per hour to the airport.
When I reach, I check the boarding times to see that Owen's flight is now boarding.
I rush straight into the departure lounges, right past security officers who yell at me to stop and produce my tickets, and airport personnel who point out that I need my handbag scanned. I ignore them.
Then I spot him, his red hair making him stand out from the crowd. He is queing up in front of the boarding gate, ready to board his flight.
'Owen!' I call out. He couldn't hear me.
I begin running over towards the queue, when the queue suddenly moved again. It is now Owen's turn and he is now producing his boarding ticket to the personnel.
'Owen!' I call out again. This time, several heads turn towards me curiously and several eyes are staring at me. But not Owen. He is now walking towards the plane.
I now reach the spot where the queue was.
' Your ticket please, mam' says the personnel.
I try to push past him.
' You have to show me your ticket please!' his voice is now raised.
I am about to argue with him, when I see the plane doors close and the engines roaring.
And I hunch my shoulders in defeat.
The next few weeks I just couldn't function at all. I am like a walking zombie, going about my daily chores without thinking of what I am doing. I would wake up in the morning and reach out to the other side of the bed, almost forgetting that Owen isn't here. I would wonder what Owen is doing right now in Iraq, whether he is still safe and sound, or whether he had been wounded. I would think of him even as I check on my patients, even as I'm scrubbed in for amazing surgeries. And nighttimes are the worst, I would lie awake in my bed, trying to block out from my mind the worst case scenario, that I might never see him again. I begin doing things I would normally never do, like watching the primetime news, reading the newspapers and even logging onto Facebook and twitter, just for any indication of how he's doing in Iraq. But of course, I remain clueless and can only hope for the best.
' Cristina, you have to eat' says Meredith when we are seated in the hospital cafeteria one day.
I look down at my untouched plate of macaroni and cheese.
'I'm not hungry'
' Dude, you miss him don't you? Just admit it already' Alex smirks.
' Oh, just shut up already Evil Spawn' I snap, which earns yet another smirk from him.
' He'll be fine. He'll be back here in one piece.' says Mer, trying but failing miserably to sound convincing.
I stab at a piece of macaroni with my fork. ' I just don't know how he's doing. There's no letter, no email, no Facebook message, no news at all from him.'
' Wow, you've really gone soft' says Alex, as Mer sends him a death glare.
' Just leave her alone already, it's obvious that she is disturbed.'
Lexie now joins us at the table, placing down her tray of spaghetti.
' Any news about Owen?'
' No' her sister answers for me.
Lexie opens her mouth to say something but suddenly her attention seems to be diverted to the tiny overhead TV above us.
' Oh my….' she whispers.
I squint up to see what she was pointing at. And I can barely make out the latest news headlines ' Fifty soldiers killed and hundred others wounded in Iraq'
For a moment I think that I may have misread the headlines.
But when I steal a glance at my colleagues, they all have the same look of horror on their faces.
Now Mer is looking at me, a look of sympathy on her face. Lexie awkwardly reaches her hand out to touch mine. Although they have not spoken a single word, I can read their thoughts, which mirror mine. ' Is Owen one of them?'
A cliffhanger! ;) Comments, reviews are very welcome….
