Let me know what you think, I hope I'm staying in character.

"Cristina!"

"Wake up!" She heard her name being called, she had finally relaxed enough to close her eyes and drift of into slumber, making every effort to rationalize with herself that this strenuous job with it's unforgiving hours and the multitude of tasks had temporarily sent her over the edge. She reasoned that her inadequate sleeping and eating patterns in conjunction with her heavy workload had caused her to start hallucinating and imagining things- that- or maybe she was pulling an Izzy and had devolved cancer that had spread to her brain. She hoped for the latter.

"Cristina, you wake up, and you wake up now!, don't make me take drastic measures." She heard a familiar voice in the back of her head, one that was vivid enough for remembrance but too vague to distinguish.

"Alright, you leave me no choice..." She heard him say, "Cristina, I'm going to soak you in water... One...two...three..." And nothing...

Coward, she thought, still a coward. Unable to stand by his convictions, always the lamb, never the wolf.

When is this woman ever going to change? He thought, hasn't she learned anything these past years? Life is so much more than being a shark.

"Cristina, there's a trauma coming into the pit, a bus crashed into an incoming train, mass casualties headed our way with multiple crush injuries, impalements, and amputations!"

That got her attention.

She quickly sat up, pillow cushions thrashing against the sofa, the throw covering her body hastily thrown to the floor, while she rubbed her eyes and made to stand up frantically.

"I'm here, I'm here, where do you need me?" She asked as the sleep and grogginess drained from her eyes and the excitement of aiding in a trauma took over her senses.

She looked up, looked around, surveyed her surrounding and realized this was not the pit, she was not in Seattle and there was no trauma headed through the doors of Seattle Grace.

"You haven't changed one bit, I should of known the only way to get your attention is promising you a surgery." She followed the voice.

"Bambi." She stated when she saw none other than George O'Malley leaning against the entrance to her office door. His hands were crossed around his chest; he stood there watching her with a hint of a smile on his face. Cristina tried to wipe the grogginess from her eyes.

"Dr. Yang." He nodded in her direction, "it's been a while, it's nice to see you again." He stated. George didn't look like Bambi anymore, with his hair high and tight; true to military fashion combined with the uniform he wore made him look so much more mature yet his face resonated that same endearing boyish charm.

Cristina let out a sarcastic laugh.

" I have a brain tumor, don't I?" She asked him trying to contain her laughter. "I mean seriously? first my dad, now you?, what is this? Am I dying?" Cristina thought she was going insane, but didn't want to admit she had gone off the deep end- yeah, it's probably better that I have a tumor rather than me losing my mind, the wheels in her head kept spinning.

"You don't have a brain tumor, I'm the first ghost that will visit you tonight, the ghost of time that has passed, we better get going, we have a lot to get through before the second ghost arrives." George made his way across the room and stood in front of where she sat.

"Uh, no, I'm not going anywhere, your a figment of my imagination, I'm just missing Meredith so I'm hallucinating you to compensate." Cristina stated more so talking to herself than to George.

"Don't try to belittle the influence I had on your life, I know you still think about me, often." His face turned into a full grin while Cristina gave him a perplexed look. "It's because I'm always near you, and Meredith and Alex, I try to make sure that I guide you in the right directions. You still think about me because I'm still here with you, just not physically, but if you ever noticed a light flicker, or something moved from one place to another or even felt like someone was right beside you, that's me, that's me letting you know that your not alone, I'm just like the wind, you might not be able to see me but you can feel me, feel my presence."

"Cristina, you won't remember any of this when you wake up, you will only be left with the emotions and feelings that your dreams will leave you with, you won't have a memory of seeing your father nor me, or the other two ghosts, all you'll remember is that you had a dream, recalling everything from your past, contemplating what's happening in the present and imagining the future, so I need you to listen to me and pay attention, if not for your sake, than for mine, I still haven't gotten my angel wings, I cannot rest until I receive them."

"Why are you here?" She asked, "I'm over it, I'm over you death, I've moved on with my life."

"You visit my tombstone more than anyone else, who would of thought?" He shook his head in amusement, while grinning from ear to ear.

"You came to me when you were depressed about not having a cardio God to teach you, after a shooter pointed a gun to your head and demanded you to stop operating on your best friends husband, when you were unsure of keeping or terminating your pregnancy, when you thought Owen was cheating on you because you had an abortion, after the plane crash and the night you left Seattle to move to Zurich, you cared for me more than you realize and more than I would of ever known if I was alive. People misjudge you because you come off cold and indifferent, your competiveness and drive overshadows what an amazing person you turned out to be."

Cristina let out a surprised gasp, she was not one for emotional reunions or admitting to her weaknesses or need for human contact. A blush crept across her face and she diverted her eyes, she felt exposed knowing someone witnessed her vulnerability, the reason she had visited George was because she knew a dead man couldn't speak, but here he was; in the flesh, standing in front of her and confronting her with the confessions she trusted him with.

"You even came to me when you thought your world was coming apart, after Meredith and you were fighting and you were struggling with the fact that Owen was moving on." He added while kneeling in front of her so they were eye-level.

"Why am I dreaming you into life?" Cristina was unable to accept that he was real, that this wasn't a dream.

"Your not, I'm not real, I told you that you wouldn't remember me when you woke up, this will all be a dream but right now we have to go, we have a lot of ground to cover. " His face was still un lined and smooth, vastly different than the sorry excuse of a human they had buried many years before, the George that stood in front of her was what she wished she remembered him as, instead she flinched as she imagined his lifeless deformed body, so gruesome and grotesque that no one could identify that Bambi was the so called hero that threw himself in front of a bus to save a strange woman who barely gave him a second glance.

"Why did you have to be a hero George? Why couldn't you just go about your own damn business and NOT me such a good person?" Cristina willed herself to keep her emotions in check, instead of leaning into the fear, she learned into anger and resentment.

"Don't answer that, it doesn't matter, you're not real." She over annunciated the "real" part and leaned back into the cushions, taking a spare pillow and hugging it close to her body.

George laughed, whole heartedly, and it brought her back to a time when it was the five of them George, Meredith, Izzy, Alex and her, all bright, shiny and new, all just starting out and trying to navigate in the maze that they were thrown into. The nostalgia creeping up so strongly that it made her forget momentarily that she was having a full-blown conversation with a ghost.

"I was a doctor Cristina, I saw a person in danger and acted on impulse and impulse alone, I wasn't trying to be a hero, I was just being me."

"You are a doctor, George, you were a great doctor with so much potential, and you would have been successful, even though you weren't a shark, something tells me that your selflessness would of paid off in the end. I never got the chance to tell you but….I thought you were a great doctor, you might have been 007 in the beginning but you were a hero in the end." She hated that she could not express her feelings easily that she was so guarded and kept people at arms length, she wished she could express to him the influence he had, had on her life, but words never came easy for her.

"You didn't have to tell me Cristina, you showed me, you don't have to feel guilty." He reassured her.

"Since we are sharing things, and having a heart to heart, for whatever its worth, you have become everything I'd imagined you'd be, professionally that is; you were always the one to look out for, the one that shined the brightest, I'm proud of you." He always had a way with words, a way in which he comforted people, encouraged them and made them believe. He stared at her, his eyes genuine and full of admiration.

George looked down at the watch on his right hand and used his pointer finger to motion at the time. "We really have to go now." He uttered before he whisked both of them away.