Cristina's POV
Seattle's breeze is on my face. It's been a while since I was here the last time, but this city is the only place where I have really felt at home. The place in which I found my family, the place in which I found my person and, most of all, the place where I fell in love. I can't believe that it's possible to find a love so true. For this reason I am back – to fight for that love. We have to fight for all we really want and I want him. I hope it's not too late…
I bought one ticket to Seattle. I'm ready to leave everything behind me to do what I never thought I could. Now I'm here, in front of the building that gave me all of this – the Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital. I am ready to begin my fight.
Owen's POV
Today is my first day of work after my wedding. It was one of the best days of my life; I wouldn't change a thing, even Amelia running, because she came back sure about the big step that we were going to take. My return to work will not be so simple. After two days on our honeymoon (in which we never left our bed) I can't live without her skin on my skin, without her lips on my lips. I can't live without her, but we can't be on honeymoon forever – right? I have to stand a few hours without her, but I hope I'll find free time for a quick 'meeting' in one of the on-call rooms. Those rooms will be my salvation.
In this moment we are going, hand in hand, to the hospital and I can't stop watching her: her blue eyes, the dimples that pop up when she smiles, the little freckles on her nose – I love all of her. I pull her to my chest and kiss her.
"Stop! We'll be late…and mostly I will never go to work. It's only a few hours, Owen, and then tonight I'll be all yours." She said, giggling, but I give her another kiss.
"Okay. Now I'm going to be late for work!" She emphasizes the movement of her hips as she walks away – she shall pay for that tonight. I think this is the moment for me to go to work, so I make my way towards the elevator.
Nothing could prepare me for who is in front of me.
Cristina.
At first I can't believe it. It's impossible. She is here, in Seattle. Why is she here? Certainly not for a patient, Maggie doesn't deserve her. Maybe only for a visit, for Mer and the kids.
Our eyes meet. I love Amelia, but I can't be stopped. She makes me feel something, her eyes make me feel something. I can't resist getting closer to her.
"Hi Cristina! How are you?"
"Hi Owen. Fine, thanks! I heard about the wedding… Congratulations!"
"Thanks. What brings you to Seattle? A conference?"
"Just a visit. I would like to have a drink with you – I have to talk to you."
BEEP BEEP BEEP
I hate my pager sometimes.
"Sorry, I have to go. I'll let you know about that drink."
"Ok. See you later."
Amelia's POV
Neuro department is almost empty, and I think I taught Edwards well on how to take care of my patients, because all of my post-op and pre-op had been taken care of before I even arrived. Now I'm going to find the ER in order to find new patients…maybe I'll be able to watch my new husband at work too. I love watching him when he works – the way he give out orders and saves so many lives is extremely sexy. I just get out of the elevator when my heart stops watching the scene unfold in front of me – Owen and his ex-wife, Cristina.
I know that Owen loves me, and now we are married, but she has always been my biggest fear. He loved her as much as he loves me now. If he had to choose, who would he choose? Not me. I'm a mess. An addict whose men are dropping like flies. Why would he choose me? I'm frozen in this spot, watching their eyes meet – these aren't just glances between old friends. Tears begin to fill in my eyes, but I don't want anyone to see me, so I enter the first room I can find. I sit on the floor and finally I can let myself go. He is my life.
I try to stop the tears when the door opens. I try to hide my bloodshot eyes hoping that the person will go away.
"Hi…is everything ok?"
It's Meredith.
"Yes, sure…I'm always perfectly fine." I don't think she bought it.
"Amelia…what happened? Did you fight with Owen?" I think it's useless to keep lying.
"Cristina is here."
Meredith will be happy. She can see her best friend – the person she considers her sister more than she does me.
"I'm sorry…"
"For what?"
"I think I made her come here. I called her on your wedding day, even though Owen thought it wasn't important for her to know. I didn't think she would turn up." Perfect. Not only is she here, but apparently she is here to get back what she thinks is hers – my husband.
"I thought we were ok! I thought you were on my side! I guess I was wrong." I have to leave the room now, before I break down again. Now I have to think about the surgery I have in less than an hour. I have got to trust my husband and our love.
Owen's POV
My shift just ended. Amelia texted me that she went home because her surgery was tough and she wanted to rest before dinner. The whole day I have been thinking about my little talk with Cristina – what does she want to tell me? But mostly, should I talk about this with Amelia? After all, nothing has happened. I don't want her to be worried. It's just a drink with a person of my past, that's all.
Without thinking twice I send a text to Cristina:
Me: "8pm at Joe's?"
Cristina: "Perfect. Can't wait… :*"
I'm walking into the bar and she is here. My heart is beating so quickly – I'm only curious.
"Hi…"
"Hi…take a seat."
"Thanks." There is a weird silence…this has never happened between us before.
"Let's get something to drink – what do you want?"
"I want a bottle of tequila and a glass. I don't know how much I'll need to drink after this."
I come back with a beer for me and the bottle for her. Whatever she has to tell me is not a joke. She grabs the bottle, fills the glass and guzzles it.
"Wow…" It's the only thing that can leave my mouth.
"Owen, have a seat and let me speak – don't talk. I have to finish first because I think that I can say this only once, ok?" This situation is becoming even weirder.
"Ok..."
"When Mer called to tell me you were getting married, I jammed up. I didn't think I would feel so bad, and then I realized – I can't think about you being with anyone else but me. It didn't feel right, and it still doesn't feel right. We are the right match. The life we can build together is the right thing. I love you, Owen, and this is the only thing I know for sure. I love the surgery, but not as much as I love you. You changed me, and losing you changed me. I want you with me…give me a chance…"
"Cristina…I'm married now."
"Let me finish. I don't want an answer tonight, just think about this. Think about us, about what we are and what we can be. Can you think about this?"
I don't know what to say. I did not expect this, but I love Amelia. If Cristina had said this 2 years ago, I wouldn't have had any doubts. I would have run straight back into her arms, but now I have Amelia, and she would be destroyed if I chose Cristina.
"I'll think about it."
Amelia's POV
It's 9pm and he's still not home…his shift ended at 7:30pm. Why isn't he here? Is he with her? I'm so paranoid now. No, he's not with her. There will have been some emergency, and he is a trauma surgeon after all…
But what if he is with her?
No…he would talk with me about it first.
I hear the key turning in the lock, and then he enters. He seems lost in his thoughts.
"Hi sweetie! Where have you been? I've been waiting for you…" He looks at me and I just know that something is wrong.
"Cristina is in town." Ok. I already knew that. It's not a problem, right?
"She asked me out for a drink because she had to talk to me…"
"Tell me you didn't go. Tell me you thought about talking with your wife before going on a date with you ex-wife?!"
"I went…"
"I don't want to know anything else, get out!"
"Amelia, let me explain. I didn't think…"
"Owen, I said GO AWAY!"
For the second time in 24 hours I fight back the tears - I don't want to cry in front of him. He goes away even though I don't think he wants to.
Owen's POV
Amelia did not take this well, and she was right. I should have spoken with her first. Now I'm only confused. Amelia doesn't know why Cristina is here, I have to clear my head before dealing with her. Now I deserve a drink, a lot of drinks. I need a few hours of not thinking, so I'm back at Joe's.
First drink.
Second drink.
Third drink.
I've lost count now and my mind is clear.
Cristina's POV
After the talk with Owen I wanted to be alone, so I'm still at Joe's drinking tequila. I see Owen enter and sit down at the counter, anything but happy. He guzzles one drink after the other.
"Owen! Stop…you're going too far."
"Hi Cristina! Nice to see you!"
He was drunk, he was very drunk. I should have taken him to the hospital or back to his house, but I didn't. When he takes me out and starts kissing me against the wall I didn't stop him. Feeling his lips pressed against mine and our bodies so close is all I want. This will complicate the situation, but this was like getting home after a long trip. I have decided that I will worry about the aftermath in the morning, after the night that is going to change everything.
Hi guys! I knw that this story doesn't seem an omelia story, but it is! Don't worry, they will bw fine... at the end...