Author's note: Okay, this is my first Grey's story, but not my first fic. This is primarily an Owen and Cristina story. Basically I'm showing their relationship those the eyes of everyone around them. Does that make sense? This chapter is from Derek's POV. The next will be Bailey, and so on. I'm planning on going through all twelve regular cast members. The lengths of the chapters will vary according to the POV. I've never done a fic like this so, it's really an experiment. Let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: All Grey's characters belong to Shonda Rhimes and ABC. But I'll gladly take Owen off her hands for a while!

Chapter One – Derek

Derek shrugged into his lab coat. He'd just finished his fourth procedure – a craniotomy – since his return to work. So far no one had died. Derek knew all too well that the real test would come when a patient did die. You can't save everyone, Shepherd, he reminded himself for what felt like the thousandth time. What happened to Jen…No, he refused to let his mind go there. He'd promised Meredith. No more beating himself up. Derek needed a change of scenery. Now.

He left his office and took the elevator down to the pit. The scene was surprisingly tranquil. No crash victims, no boys in cement, no drunken brawlers. The only patients he could see were a man in his fifties with a broken leg and a fifteen year old boy with a nasty gash on his forehead. Derek scanned the ER but saw no sign of Meredith. Derek frowned, disappointed. Then he saw Cristina with the whimpering teen, writing in his chart, while she watched one of her interns stitch the boy up.

Derek chuckled to himself. As much as Meredith's close relationship with Cristina annoyed him, he had to admit she was a fine doctor. And a good, loyal friend. Meredith was lucky to have Cristina on her side. The prickly Cristina definitely kept him on his toes.

Derek was about to go when he saw Owen Hunt come through the ambulance bay doors still in his civies. Hunt was obviously coming in to start his shift. Derek was startled when Hunt made a beeline for Cristina instead of the locker room to change. Hunt made a show of looking at Cristina's half-finished chart while he oh-so-carefully slipped something into her lab coat pocket. Cristina grinned – Derek was pretty sure he'd never seen her to that before – as she squeezed Hunt's hand as he walked away.

What was that all about? Derek wondered. Were they together? Hunt and Cristina? Well, that explained why Mark struck out so badly with the resident a few weeks ago. Derek's first impulse was to find Meredith, but then he realized that was silly. If Hunt and Cristina really were dating then Meredith already knew. That's just how those two were. Derek sighed. Well he'd just have to get to the bottom of this himself. Besides if Cristina really was in a relationship with Hunt than that could only be a good thing, right? For the sake of his precious sleep, Derek hoped so.

He found Hunt at the first floor nurses' station. The former Army surgeon had shed his street clothes in favor of attending's scrubs and his lab coat. The younger man was scribbling in a chart when Derek approached.

"Afternoon, Dr. Hunt."

"Dr. Shepherd," Hunt replied as he slid the chart back in its holder. "First day back?"

Derek sobered immediately. "Third, actually."

"How're things so far?" Hunt asked gently.

Derek was taken aback at the man's concern. It was no secret they hadn't gotten off to the greatest of starts. Since those initial explosive encounters they'd become civil if not overly friendly. Perhaps Derek had underestimated the trauma surgeon.

"As well as can be expected, I suppose. I haven't killed anyone yet, so that's good." Derek smiled half heartedly at his feeble joke.

Hunt didn't appear fooled however. "Dr. Shepherd, if you ever need someone to talk to, come find me. I'll listen." He paused. "You really shouldn't keep things like that bottled up. Believe me, I know." Derek didn't miss the shadow that crossed Hunt's face as he spoke.

Derek smiled gratefully. "I'll do that, Dr. Hunt. Thanks. But if you're going to be the Cristina to my Meredith then you should probably call me Derek."

Hunt's brow furrowed in confusion. Then his eyes lit up with recognition. "Oh right. I'll remember that…Derek."

Hunt turned and started up the hall. Derek mentally kicked himself. He completely missed asking Hunt about Cristina! Before he could rectify the situation, Hunt had disappeared. Damn.

"Hey, earth to Derek!" Fingers were snapped across his vision, Meredith's fingers. "Derek, you in there?" Meredith asked in a worried voice.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"What's up? Everything okay?"

"I'm fine." Derek gently grabbed Meredith's elbow and guided her to the nearest elevator. "Listen, I need to ask you something about Cristina…"

UP NEXT: Bailey