Here's the second part and thank you all for the lovely reviews on the first one. I realised that this story is sort of a plotless piece, it was born from an idea I had in my head and it translated into this whatever, I guess the fancy word for it would be character study, but it's just for fun so no need for labels and formalities. Even so I wrote a few more chapters so it's taking quite literally a life of its own. Hope it's turning out okay and let me know what you think. Also brownie points to whoever noticed, but I changed the title because I'm a moron and because I needed that one for somethings else.

There was silence again, but it wasn't awkward anymore, it wasn't tense and weird. Out of mutual accord they resumed staring into the distance both secretly hoping either Meredith or Owen, or even Derek would suddenly pull up. Cristina sat, drinking in the woods, while Amelia grew restless after a few minutes, but made the effort to stay still not wanting to start another conversation that could end on a much more awkward note than this one. Feeling like she had dodged a bullet she sat back, concentrating her energy on scratching a stain on the table. Before either of them realized it, the sky turned grey and the sun was covered by very dark, rainy looking clouds. In fact, they were rather enjoying the moment sitting there, in front of Owen's trailer, without Owen. Amelia did not know the details of their relationship, but she did know Owen had cheated on his last girlfriend with Cristina and had previously cheated on Cristina too – she made a note to keep a closer eye on him – she wasn't worried though, what they had didn't feel like a rebound, did not feel like something to fill in a void for either. As for Cristina, she was all but dumb and Amelia driving Owen's truck up to the trailer, presumably hoping to find him, surely had many interpretations. Logic said Amelia lived right up in the house and she might have just borrowed the truck and was returning it, but Cristina also knew that Meredith and Derek had two cars and hardly ever used them both. In any case neither one was prepared when it suddenly started pouring, literally raining buckets of water, one minute to the next and they sprung up only to realize they were in the middle of the woods, with nowhere to go.

After a moment of shock, Amelia stood abruptly and went for the truck, but Cristina stopped her. "Wait. The key." She palmed the barbecue looking for something. "The key, he always leaves the key out."

"Right!" Amelia shook and jumped down the steps walking as fast as she could to the little tank outside. "How did I not think of that! The key."

Cristina turned bewildered at her reaction. "How would you even-"

She reached Amelia on the side of the trailer, where she was rummaging in the metallic tank. "The key. We used the barbecue and I moved it and so it's in here now, if only I could – found it!" she grinned triumphantly holding up the key for Cristina to see.

"Well open the door, quick!" They scrambled to the door, formalities be damned, where Amelia was fumbling with the key, fighting against the slippery metal. "Oh, come on, I'm getting wet!" Eventually they heard the click and threw themselves inside, ironically careful not to move too much, once they were out of the rain, as not to smear water and mud everywhere.

"Wow, okay. I'm drenched." Amelia stated looking down at her clothes, not even bothering with her dripping hair. Cristina had been wearing a leather jacket, which, at least in part, had blocked the water, instead Amelia's felt like jacket had instead acted as a sponge absorbing the water and releasing it now slowly on her formerly dry clothes underneath. She toed off her shoes, soaked and covered in mud and left them by the door. Cristina was silently doing the same, while twisting carefully her hair, trying not to drip water all over the floor, removed her jacket, tossing it in the sink, rolled up her jeans and sat on the little sofa almost completely dry.

Cristina turned to look at her companion, the reality of the situation had not sunk in yet to make things a bit tense, as it naturally would, and was attempting – with very little effort - not to openly laugh at Amelia who stood there covered in mud and dripping water everywhere. "Seriously?"

"Sorry," Cristina tried in vain to stop laughing, "but it's such a beautiful day? Really-"

Amelia shook her head. She started peeling off her jacket and threw it in the sink too, her shirt and jeans were wet too. Instinctively she turned towards the little closet, which in reality was more like a cupboard where Owen kept the few things she would leave behind when she stayed over, but then her brain kicked in. If she went into Owen's closet and took her things, she would make it all so very obvious and if Cristina did not have it all already figured out then she would for sure. So she took off her socks tossing them in the general direction of the shower and then proceeded to take off jeans and shirt. Cristina sat oblivious to her stripping. "Hey do you need anything, pants, sweatshirt?" she asked moving towards the little cupboard, God could she sound more stupid – she was offering her her ex-husband's clothes. Of course, her plan was to get her own, but after serious consideration, she decided that Owen's were the better choice, it could just mean they were friends, right? Right, no.

"Nope, I'm fine, don't worry. Try not to get water everywhere."

"You're hilarious." She mumbled, putting on what on her looked like a giant sized army sweatshirt and flannel pyjamas, not the best combination, but Owen did not really possess that many clothing items and she would look completely ridiculous in his jeans. She looked at her bare feet, figuring it would not be a big deal she put on her own socks, for some reason she had more socks here than in her room in Derek's house, she always seemed to leave them behind. She sat on the sofa, rolling up the ends of the pants. They were, once again, sitting in silence, something that was making Amelia feel rather antsy. "So," she started before she actually thought of something to say. "Uh, how is it running your very own place?"

"It's perfect, well it would be if it weren't for all the administrative crap I have to deal with sometimes, just sucks the fun right out of it." Cristina stared at the windows following the rain drop track with her eyes, but gave Amelia a look that told her all the small talk in the world would not let her off the hook. "You can understand you're chief of neuro now, so you must have boring useless paperwork to fill in too."

Amelia nodded. They had kind of broken into Owen's trailer, granted neither was new to the place, but still. She had changed right in front of Cristina putting on Owen's clothes without even batting an eye. If she was trying to hide something before it sure as hell was not going to work now. She knew it, Cristina knew it, the only damage control she could do was trying to keep it from reaching Meredith and Derek before her – and Owen – had time to talk to them. That also meant talking to the board because of the rules, which was going to be super fun given he was the chief of surgery and she was the head of her department. At least she was not a resident. "Ask."

"Oh, no. I'm not going to make it easy." Cristina smiled mischievously. "I'm going to have all the fun I can and then I'll ask."

Amelia just shrugged, not bothered in the slightest, at least that's what she tried to believe. She found she rather liked Cristina Yang, baring the whole Owen-sharing thing, she figured in an alternate reality where she didn't live in another continent they could have been friends. Pierce was a good surgeon and a nice person, but she sure was no Cristina.

"Give me dirt and I'll go easy on you."

She frowned. "Dirt, what kind of dirt?"

"On someone, anyone. I have worked here for almost a decade I know how it works. You and Owen cannot be the only scandal." Cristina thoroughly enjoyed the blush that crept up Amelia's cheeks. "Come on."

Amelia nodded resigned to the fact that they were literally trapped in a tin box and she should just get on with it. "Sorry, but I think Meredith already filled you in on everything"

"She didn't tell me about the two of you." She said pointedly.

"Well," Amelia grimaced. "that's because she doesn't know. Nobody knows, actually."

Cristina was shocked. "I know for a fact that it's impossible to keep a secret in that place. So what about Callie-"

Amelia frowned, but figured she might as well dish on what she knew. "I don't really know her, as far as I can tell she's seeing new people. Arizona is not, she was busy with work and then… she's focused on her work. I couldn't tell you a single thing about Karev or that resident he's with. Edwards, Edwards is good, good doctor, but she's always at the hospital. Pierce, the new you, she's a little off, but nice, you know. And Kepner and Avery they, um…"

"Yeah, that was bad." She nodded. Not that they were that close or anything, still, it must have been hard. "Way to kill the mood, let's fix that. Have you ever tried tickling Owen?"

Amelia's eyes nearly popped out of her head. "WHAT?"

"I swear it's so much fun, you should definitely try. On the sides, right where you'd put in a chest tube he has a spot – he just loses it, it's amazing."

"I'll have to try that then." She smiled, frowning, the conversations just took a turn she was not expecting. She was about to retort when she noticed Cristina was silent. She spent the better part of their time in the trailer laughing if the sad look in her eyes was any indication, she was hurt, a bit jealous maybe, nostalgic. "You know, Mark was ticklish. Sometimes he would come play with me and we would end up on the ground at the park crying with laughter." At the bewildered look Cristina shot her way she thought back at what she had said and explained. "I was ten. Mark and Derek would go play football at the park and Mom made Derek take me along, so since I couldn't play with them Mark would play with me."

"Didn't you sleep with Mark like three years ago?" Amelia nodded. "Okay, gross, that feels messed up."

Amelia smirked. "I can assure you it wasn't gross in the slightest, actually-"

"That's all I need to hear, thanks." Cristina held up a hand. And there was silence again, but this time Amelia knew not to say anything. The cat was out of the bag and the ball automatically in Cristina's court, she would get to decide where to take the conversation.