SOMETHING ABOUT YOU
It is almost midnight now but the party is still in full swing. Despite a sudden summer rain outside, everyone is feeling warm and comfortable inside the mansion. The whole house of guests enjoys a great dinner buffet along with a bachelor and a bachelorette party held simultaneously. Sometimes, when being alone with her champagne, Cristina can't help but secretly glance at Jason Morgan, Teddy's fiancé. The man reminds her of Owen. They both look tall, solid and confident, and Jason's way of talking was like Owen's way of talking: warm, slow, sure and persuasive. Cristina wonders whether Teddy gets over Owen because she feels like Jason is just Owen's brother had he had one. But she knows Teddy wanted to move across the continents to get a clean break after Owen and Henry crisis, so maybe, the military men were just trained well to have such a common honorable manner.
It is more kind of a night full of flashbacks for Cristina as she meets her fellow surgeons of GSMH again. Everything her friends do, everything her friends joke makes her think of Owen. How is he doing now? He must have managed the hospital so well that his employees seem happy.-Cristina talks to herself. The champagne escalates her emotional feelings of what happened five years ago. She continues to recall the times she was a bridesmaid, one in Izzie's wedding and one in April's wedding. Both of the time, she was looking to the bench where Owen was sitting, and their eyes met, and it felt like love would lead them through any obstacles that they had at that moment. But this time, may be it will be better for them not to meet again. She has what she wants and he, too, probably is having what he wants. Well, to be honest, she still feel a part of her life is incomplete. However successful she is, she still not feels fulfilled, satisfied and happy. At times in her dreams after long days of working, she saw Owen and her arguing during the surgeries then kissing again. The dreams were always the same, for they presented their relationship: they were always in love madly but they were never on the same page. They had different needs.
"Cristina. I've been looking for you. Why are you hiding down here?"
"Oh, I'm just enjoying the champagne. What is it, Teddy?"
"It's passed midnight. We've been partying too much. We haven't tried on the dresses. Come with us!" Teddy pulls Cristina upstairs to the main floor where Callie, Arizona, Bailey and two other girls were standing.
"Here's yours, size 4. I hope it fits!" Teddy throws over Cristina a crimson satin dress.
-Try it on, girl. Then we can take a picture tonight!
The dress fits Cristina completely but Bailey's dress doesn't fit her very much as she is shorter than the expected size of the dress. The girls are busy measuring the dress height for Bailey and help her undress when there's a doorbell sound.
"I've got it!" Cristina announces then cheerfully strolls along the corridor toward the big wooden door.
In the dark, it takes her a moment to find the switch and turn on the chandelier at the entrance. Cristina eventually manages to open the door. It is raining cats and dogs outside. Much to her surprise, it is the figure that she was once too familiar with; a tall, solid figure that is now all wet and shivered in front of the door. Drops of water drip from his face and his clothing.
"O...Owen?" Cristina stammers.
"Cristina?"
Owen raises his eyebrows. The person opens the door for him is Cristina, in a little red silk dress. She looks the same. She is gorgeously the same, after five years. They freeze for a moment, not because of the cold, but because of the unexpected encounter.
"Come on in. You're all wet." She eventually breaks the silence and opens the door wide for him. Please wait here."
She runs away before he can open his mouth for anything else. Owen longs at Cristina's back as she runs through the long, old corridor. The picture of her delicate frame in a red gown running in the light of the yellow chandeliers and the sound of storms outside is vivid. And Owen knows he will remember this view for the rest of his life.
Cristina returns after a short while with a gray towel. "Here, dry youself up. Are you cold?"
It is such a sweet moment that she brings him a thick towel. "Thanks, Cristina." He smiles and takes the towel.
She just stands there and stares at Owen drying himself. He is still solid, but he looks thinner and his eyes look a little bit tired. There are a few new wrinkles on his forehead. It has been five years, after all. But, she wants to hug him now. She misses his blue eyes, she misses his auburn curls that are now wet and laying thin due to the rain. Despite all the feelings, she controls her self and mumbles "You're welcome. I'll let Teddy know you're here" then walks away.