This chapter written by angelamermaid.
Lust. It consumes us, distracts us, and sometimes leads us to make really poor choices when we're drunk and Joe is closing the bar down. And it's fucking fantastic.
The sun's burning rays penetrated the curtains as the clock sounded its shrill alarm on Cristina's nightstand. Sighing, she deftly flipped her trim body over, one slim hand reaching out to press the button that would grant her a brief reprieve from the incessant noise. She turned to look at Owen's side of the bed and frowned to discover it empty, only the disheveled sheets were there to bear witness that a large muscular body had previously inhabited them.
"I curse whomever has called him away from me!" The raven-tressed beauty pouted, her doe eyes fuming, before she gracefully exited the bed to have a refreshing shower followed by a liberal application of mango-scented lotion, all over her exfoliated skin.
After a nutritious breakfast, Cristina approached Seattle Grace Hospital on foot. She stepped through the entrance as if she were dancing on air. A smile curled on her luscious lips, as she recalled that icy and enthralling night when Owen had gathered her up in his huge arms and carried her to safety, and then performed an unauthorized icicle removal, before claiming her mouth and her heart.
"Hello Cristina!" Meredith approached her with a casual greeting that conveyed the deep platonic feelings between these two women.
"Hello, my dear and supportive friend," Cristina exposited, with a wave of her slender hand. "How are you this fine morning?"
"I'm fine," the flaxen-haired woman replied, her hands caressing her lower abdomen, which concealed her occupied womb. "My unborn child has been making me sick but I'll live."
"If you can survive drowning and a miraculous resuscitation, then you can survive anything!" Cristina beamed, her flawless complexion glowing.
"So," her friend murmured, moving the plot along. "Did Owen propose yet?"
"He did!" Cristina extended her slim left hand, the better to show off her engagement ring, which sparkled just as much as her cocoa eyes. "After a thrilling repast, he proposed in the middle of a restaurant. I happily accepted, then we went home and ravished each other for hours until we lost consciousness."
Owen Hunt strode purposefully to the Pit, the industrial lighting overhead bringing out highlights in his auburn hair. With the grace of a god, he walked up to his good friend and colleague, Dr Derek Shepherd.
"You paged?" Owen's deep voice was professional, yet ripe with underlying sexuality, causing all female patients in the area to wish that he was their primary care physician.
"I did," the other man sighed, his blue eyes concerned as he bore the burden of running the hospital. "I've got a patient that wants to see you. She's got rabies."
"Rabies?" Owen marched over to the curtains and yanked them open, his forearm muscles bulging with power and intensity. He stared at the blonde-haired woman chained to the bed.
"Owen!" A pale Beth smiled, showing off her teeth that weren't as pretty and nice as Cristina's. "You came back to me!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Owen inquired, feeling nauseous as she drooled.
"She's in the delirious stage," Derek said. "She thinks you're in love with her again."
"Delirium, huh?" Owen looked thoughtful, and extremely handsome. "So nothing can be done to cure her at this stage."
"You are correct as always," Derek enthused. "The teachers at her school say she was acting strangely the last few days, but from what I understand, that's normal for her. You should have seen what she was wearing when the ambulance crew brought her in."
"How did this happen?" Owen asked Beth, his scarred, manly forehead broadcasting his professional concern.
"Some of the kids in my class found a rat!" She trilled perkily. "I got a cage for it and since Daddy is dead and you dumped me, I had to clean the cage myself and the rat bit me."
"I have a theory," Owen hypothesized intelligently. "Teddy must have rabies too, what with thinking I was in love with her, and all the staring at me, and voluntarily dating Mark the Human STD virus machine, and thinking I'd let myself be traded, and still thinking that I was in love with her, even though I chose Cristina about once per episode."
"Seattle Grace is lucky to have a physician as perceptive as you," his friend said supportively.
"It was probably one of those forest creatures at her cottage," Owen mused, his blue eyes resembling sapphires as he stared off into the distance. "People should adopt from a no-kill shelter when they desire animal companionship, and they should also have their pets spayed and neutered so that we eradicate the problem of unwanted animals in the United States of America."
"You are an example of what we should all aspire to," Derek said, clapping Owen on the back in a way that spoke of their friendship, forged by many a night of drinking Scotch and playing catch together.
"Hey Hunt." Dr Mark Sloan sauntered towards them, smelling of cheap cologne and desperation. "The main operating light in OR#2 was flickering while I was performing a boob job – think you can take a look at it?"
"Now Mark," Derek chided him. "We have a Facilities department to look after those sorts of small tasks."
"But Owen just does everything better," Mark pouted. "Frankly, I would be jealous of him, but he's such a nice guy, I can't be mad at him."
"Aw shucks," Owen chuckled bashfully, his rugged visage a portrait of humble bemusement. "I'm just an ordinary guy."
"No ordinary guy could make Yang happy again," Mark said. "Why, she was practically skipping when I saw her this morning."
Owen beamed, his joy causing everyone in the vicinity to feel just a little bit better about themselves. "That's because we are engaged to be married. She has made me the happiest man who ever lived."
"Congratulations!" Derek chortled.
Mark put on a brave face. "Well done, Hunt." Secretly, he began to pack up his dreams of a gay storyline with Owen.
"WHAT?" Beth frothed from her hospital bed. The three men turned and looked at her.
"Oh, I forgot she was here," Derek said.
Owen sighed, then moved to stand beside Beth's hospital bed with a catlike grace. She twitched, rattling the cuffs that bonded her to the bed.
"Beth," Owen said calmly, his eyes radiating wisdom and a fraternal warmth. "You and I were never meant to be. You are destined to die of rabies, because you lack common sense and never learned how to be an independent woman, coddled as you were by an over-protective father who couldn't even tell you he had rectal cancer. Me, I was destined to join the Army, come to Seattle on leave, get into a car accident, trach a guy with my lucky pen, and fall in love with the woman who stole the ambulance I was in. But that doesn't mean that you aren't a wonderful person, and it's a shame that you're going to die an old maid within a few short hours."
"Oh Owen," Beth sighed, saliva happily bubbling at the corners of her mouth. "Thank you for your kind words. I feel so much better about my impending death."
"Any time," he smiled, showing off white teeth and attractive dimples.
After a long morning of saving lives and being brilliant, Cristina and Meredith gathered in the foyer for one of Derek's pompous and long-winded speeches. Other doctors slowly joined them, not exactly eager for another round of budget cuts.
Suddenly Cristina felt her blood turn warm – very warm. She turned around and spied a certain tall auburn-haired man approaching her, his blue eyes burning with desire. Her heart did not leap about in her chest because it was a healthy heart and still attached to the rest of her, but it began to pound hard and fast with a furious intensity as she watched her beloved Owen approach her as if she were the only woman in the world.
"My darling," he crooned, sweeping her up in his arms. "Good morning. I wanted to wake you up in the best way, but my pager went off."
"I had to settle for the alarm clock," she sighed, leaning her well-groomed head against his broad, muscular chest that strained against his scrubs.
"Allow me to make up for it." He gently placed her back down on the ground, then pressed her against the nearest wall, his long and agile tongue making a supreme invasion of her mouth. She eagerly returned the favor, mating her taste-budded appendage with his. Her tender nipples sprang to attention, pushing against the fabric of her bra and scrub top, as eager to rub against him as the rest of her.
"Oh for crying out loud!" They broke apart and stared at Teddy, who was marching towards them. Her eyes were wild and feverish as she pointed at Owen. "I am so sick of seeing you kissing her up against a wall! You should be kissing me up against a wall! She traded you!"
"That was a momentary lapse of judgment!" Cristina hissed, gripping Owen's muscular arms. "Thanks to Owen's support and guidance, I now know that I can have both – a prestigious career as a Cardio Goddess and an exceedingly sexual and intimate relationship with my soulmate!"
"Ugh!" Teddy rolled her eyes. "I can't believe he wants a skinny brat like you when he could have a mature and seasoned woman who understands Army life like me!"
"I don't want you," Owen hissed at Teddy, his forehead bulging with veins and raw sex appeal. "And watch how you speak about my future wife!"
"What – what did you say?" Teddy stared at him, her pale eyes bulging.
"We're engaged, Horse Face," Cristina said, holding up her left hand. The engagement ring that Owen had given her sparkled as it reflected the fluorescent lights and the heat of Owen's intense love.
The older and less attractive woman pulled a latex glove out of her lab coat and flung it at Cristina's shapely feet. "I challenge you to a duel!" Teddy sneered at Cristina. "Winner gets Owen, the loser dies!"
"Challenge accepted. We shall duel to the death!" Cristina declared, letting go of Owen and standing tall, though not as tall as he.
"I will be your second!" Callie declared to Cristina. "Since Meredith is pregnant. Plus, I'm thinking about having a baby with Mark and I want Teddy out of the picture."
"I'll be Teddy's second," Arizona decided, her eyes sending imaginary daggers straight at her former lover, Callie. "Since I've been her only friend."
"And I thank you for that," Teddy told her. "You can be the maid of honor when I marry Owen."
"Over my dead body," Owen sighed, masculinity oozing from his every pore.
"My weapon – this scalpel I brought back from Iraq!" Teddy presented a battered but sharp blade.
"I – don't have a scalpel on me," Cristina said with a frown that temporarily creased her breathtaking forehead, but did not mar her exotic beauty.
"Take my Swiss Army knife," Owen offered, pulling a multi-functional device out of his jacket pocket. "I used it to construct a children's orphanage in the desert, a new ambulance for Seattle Grace, and a garden shed for my mother, it's my lucky tool."
"I thought I knew what your lucky tool was," Cristina whispered huskily, running her sensitive hands over the impressive bulge in the front of his pants.
"Would you just stop it?" Teddy screamed. "Is it always sex between you two?"
"No," Owen said firmly, his jaw muscles bulging. "We also stare intensely at each other and then there's the long hot showers and the moonlit picnics at the lighthouse and the Rome marathons and sometimes we crank call Preston Burke and ask if his refrigerator is running and-"
"She gets it," Cristina said, nimbly taking the Swiss Army knife from Owen's well-toned hand, which had a sprinkling of fine blonde hair on the back, just like the manly hair covering his magnificent limbs.
"Can you duel outside?" Derek enquired. "We don't need another lawsuit."
"How about the parking lot?" Callie asked Arizona.
"Sure," the perky blonde replied. "As long as there are no babies in it."
They made haste to the expanse of land dedicated to the placement of vehicles.
"Okay, according the Code Duello as established by Irish gentry in 1777," Callie said, "The seconds are bound to attempt a reconciliation before combat commences."
"You suck," Arizona told her. "You're a lousy lesbian."
"We're supposed to try to reconcile Cristina and Teddy," Callie sighed. "And you're a freak who doesn't want babies and punishes my ex-lovers by banning them from your surgeries."
"And there aren't many people in this hospital that you haven't slept with," Arizona countered.
"Can we start the chick fight already?" Alex's pugnacious face expressed boredom. "I wanna see Yang carve up Altman like a Thanksgiving turkey."
"We need a neutral person to count off before we begin," Teddy said, scanning the crowd.
"Not me," Meredith said. "Cristina's my person."
"Not me," Derek said. "Owen and I are in a tight bromance and Cristina saved my life."
"Not me," Alex said. "Cristina gave the first solo surgery to me."
"Not me," Jackson said, holding a beaming Lexie close. "I had a crush on Cristina but she wisely encouraged me to find my passion with someone else and now I'm as happy as I am pretty."
"Not me," Mark said. "I've seen Teddy naked." He shuddered.
"Not me," Richard said. "I have an eight year old patient that is spunky and plucks at my heart strings. She needs a new heart today and it turns out that Teddy is a perfect match." He winked at Cristina and pointed at the cooler at his feet.
"Not me," said Isaac, the kindly and beloved lab tech. "Combat is wrong."
"Not me," Bailey said. "Cristina was one of my interns. Also, I can kick both of their asses with a sprained ankle and with my hands tied behind my back."
"What does that have to do with the duel?" Alex asked.
"I just wanted to remind everyone of how awesome I am," Bailey replied.
"Doesn't anyone besides Arizona like me?" Teddy exploded.
"I do," said a dark-haired woman on the sidelines. "I'm one of the writers and I just love you, Teddy, I love you so much. I don't feel that I need to write scenes that demonstrate how lovable you actually are, because I love you that much and the idea that others don't find you lovable is foreign to me and so I ignore it. I'm sure the fans will come around, one of these days."
"How about me?" April offered. "Both Cristina and Teddy scare the crap out of me and I serve no other purpose in this story."
"Excellent!" Teddy's beady eyes gleamed with bloodthirst as she turned so that her back was to Cristina.
"You can do it," Owen told Cristina huskily, his large hands gripping her shoulders but not tight enough to cause nerve damage that would impair her ability to fight. "I just know that you can."
"You just know so many things," Cristina whispered, her moist lips inches from his.
"I just know that we're soul mates, meant to be together for eternity," he replied, before kissing her, his agile tongue once again snaking into her welcoming mouth.
"Enough!" The crowd exclaimed.
"Okay, okay." Cristina walked to where Teddy was standing, then deftly turned so that their backs were to each other.
"Brandish your weapons," April commanded. "Now on the count of three, you will step forward three paces, then turn and commence combat."
April counted to three, and the two combatants stepped away from each other, then turned at her command. Teddy immediately lunged for Cristina's neck, her battle-scarred scalpel gleaming where the sunlight hit it.
With the grace of a dancer, Cristina neatly stepped aside and flipped open the Swiss Army knife, exposing a gleaming switchblade. Moving as fast as a hummingbird in flight, her right hand manipulated the blade and nicked Teddy's dorsal aorta.
Owen grinned broadly, his lustful eyes watching Cristina's lithe form as she performed a victory dance.
Teddy gasped and clutched a hand to her sagging left breast, as blood started to pour out of her chest wound and her bony face took on an expression of horror. Cristina turned and nodded at Richard, who lifted the lid of the transplant cooler.
"You challenged me to a duel to the death," Cristina reminded Teddy, before striking again, her right hand blurred by a whirlpool of blood. Teddy's heart soared through the air and landed neatly in the cooler held up by Webber.
"Well done Yang," he told her, putting the lid back on. "The plucky eight year old and her parents thank you. You are the best surgeon that Seattle Grace has ever seen."
"And the hottest," Owen said, before grabbing Cristina and kissing her again, using the special tongue manoeuvre that he liked to call the Shock And Awe. Her blood sang with a heavenly chorus as his massive hands caressed her breasts and he inserted one heavily muscled knee between her slim legs.
"Yang and Hunt, take the rest of the day off," Derek said. "And – get a room, will you?"
Owen grinned and scooped Cristina up in his muscular and sensual arms. "I've got a surprise for you." And with that, he carried her over to his truck. They climbed inside.
"Watch this," Owen smirked, pressing a new button on the dashboard. There was a slight humming sound, as curtains descended from within to cover up all of the windows.
"What's that?" Cristina asked.
"Oh, just something I rigged up on my lunch break yesterday," Owen said, casually shrugging his massive shoulders and bursting a seam in his scrub top. "Now we can have truck sex without the fangirls pressing their faces against the windows."
Cristina's warm brown eyes lit up with the glow of eternal love. "You think of everything," she crooned, reaching up to stroke his cheekbones, which looked like they had been carved by angels.
"I only think of you," he assured her, red hair gleaming from the overhead light in his truck that shone down on them like a blessing from the heavens. He thrust his virile hands into her dark luscious hair, and pulled her face closer, scratching her chin with his manly beard as he kissed her again.
"So Teddy is dead …," Cristina murmured in a low voice.
"And Beth will be dead soon," Owen said. "She's got rabies."
"Then there's nobody to stop us from living happily ever after?" Cristina sighed, as his lips feasted on the succulent and well-moisturized skin of her becoming neck.
"Nobody," he assured her, as the heat of their love began to steam up the windows of the truck. And so they lived happily ever after …
Oh like anyone reads these things anyways.