A/N: A continuation of the Love Letters I wrote for the hiatus survival guide. Partially based on the sneak peak and 5x21 promo. Hope everyone likes it, as always comments/reviews are most welcome.

Hey there now.

How on earth had that come out of his mouth, he thought to himself. While it was true that Dr. Wyatt had asked him to focus on himself and limit what he said to Cristina. He hadn't honestly thought those words would come out and sound perky. He was anything but perky. He groaned and put his head in his hands, as he remembered the look of incredulity on Cristina's face. What could he do to make this better somehow?

Cristina grabbed her beeper as it sounded. Expecting the usual 911, she glanced at it while grabbing her coat. Vent, was all it said. Puzzled, she made her way to the vent room. Taped to the door was a white envelope with the SGH logo on the corner. Smiling as she remembered the last time they had exchanged letters, she opened it.

It was a bit of surprise to find the letter written on Owen's stationary this time around, had he put some thought into this? It read:

Cristina-

I'm sorry I haven't been talking to you and about the perkiness this morning that simply wasn't me. I've been instructed by Dr. Wyatt to focus on myself and keep our interactions to a minimum. Please know this doesn't change anything between us, my feelings are still the same, they will never change. I'm making progress, I'm getting better for me While I may not be saying that much to you, I can write it. I love you.

Owen

Cristina folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope, she knew that the rest of the day would be just a bit better now.

"Owen," Cristina shouted running out of the double doors, waving the letter.

Careful, he thought to himself, you have to keep the interactions to a minimum, as he kept walking.

Thinking Owen was ignoring her despite his letter, Cristina's frustrations overcame her and she shoved Owen in the back.

Puzzled yet stunned, Owen swiveled around to find Cristina breathing hard in anger.

"You-you," she started out, still waving the letter.

It was all over after that, Owen didn't care what Dr. Wyatt said or would say about this later. He grabbed her around the waist and kissed her, quickly deepening the kiss. His other hand went up to her hair, his fingers curling in it.

Cristina wasn't expecting a kiss, the letter and other medical papers fell out of her hands and she grabbed Owen's jacket collar in an attempt to bring him closer to her. Her hands moved to his face, cradling it gently.

"Mmmm," sighed Owen as the kissed slowed and eventually ended. He lifted his eyes to hers and saw a small smile on her lips.

He brushed a curl from her face. "If that or the letter doesn't tell you how I feel, I don't know what will," he said.

"I know now," she said rubbing his beard, and kissing the corner of his mouth. "I will never doubt how you feel about me again."

He reluctantly let go of her waist and uncurled his hand from her hair. He had to give her some space.

She grabbed his hand, "Let's go to Joe's," she said, "You can at least sit with me in public right?"

Rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand, he nodded. Things would be better soon.