Title: Just one more
Author: Nereemac
Pairing: Cristina and Owen
Summary: Out of time and out of space. No Spoilers.
Rating: G – I read smut, I don't write it.
Disclaimer: All characters and locations appearing or referred to in this work are the property of ABC and Shonda Rhimes. I own nothing, and I'm only playing.
Cristina had lost track of how long she'd been standing there. With every burst of air she thought to herself, "just one more, I just need one more." But each one released just enough tension to allow the tears to flow down her cheeks as her hair flew around her head, but not enough that she could make her legs move.
Between gusts 10 and 11, or it could have been 11o and 111, she heard a tiny scraping noise to her left. She looked around and wasn't surprised to see Owen standing in the doorway. She'd been thinking so hard about him, about them, it was like a scream in her head. It almost made sense that he'd have heard it.
"I'll go," he said, but without making a move. She wondered how long he'd been standing there, watching her, telling himself that. Seconds stretched between them, without him moving, without either of them speaking. The same paralysis that had kept her on this spot for too long seemed to be affecting her tongue. The next burst of air caught her unawares, making her jump, and giving Owen the push he needed to back out the door.
"Wait...just wait," she said, echoing his words of all those months ago, but not sure, even as she spoke, if she'd meant to. "You told me once that the vent was out of time, out of space – that anything could happen on the vent."
Maybe he'd heard the pleading in her voice, or maybe he'd just heard what he wanted to hear. He took a step closer and asked, "Like what?"
Words failed her again. All she could do was look at him. Look at him, and hope that he could see her, see what she needed. He hesitated, opening his mouth to speak, then shook his head and crossed the space between them faster than seemed possible to Cristina, still as she'd been for so long.
This was what she'd needed – to be in his arms. Now that he was holding her, just holding her, she knew why no amount of air had helped her, had been enough. She needed the warmth, the solidity, the fact of him. Just for a moment more, just one moment more.