This chapter written by Angelamermaid
These are the days of our lives of all my children. We have one bold and beautiful life to live.
"Owen! Come quick!" Meredith ran up to Dr Hunt and pulled him away from his computer.
"Why are you holding up that giant clipboard that covers your stomach?" he asked.
"Pay no attention to it," Meredith panted. "I'm here to tell you about Cristina! She got hit by a bus while crossing the street to work!"
Owen stood up manfully and brushed past Meredith, heading straight to the Pit.
"I'm fine," he heard Cristina protest behind curtains. "It's just a scratch."
He pulled the curtains around her bed apart, his forearm muscles rippling.
"Cristina!" he gasped, taking the raven-tressed beauty in his arms and kissing her. "Thank God you're all right!"
"Who the hell are you?" she said, looking up at him quizzically. "And where's Burke?"
Everyone standing around her looked at each other, unsure of what to say. Except for Alex.
"Hey, she's got amnesia! Just like – just like –". His face crumpled with the freshly renewed anguish of losing his formerly golden-haired bride to the ravages of a cancerous mole.
Nurse Olivia leaned against him and whispered, "There, there. Let it out." She added, in a whisper, "meet me in on-call room #2 in five!"
"Get your hands off me," Cristina snarled, pushing Owen away. "Just who do you think you are, kissing a woman you don't know like that?"
"Oh you like it baby," he hissed. "And I'm Owen, your boyfriend. Burke is history."
"But we just got engaged," Cristina said in confusion. "Meredith sort of died but she didn't – oh hi, Meredith." Cristina frowned. "Why are you waddling like that and holding that bouquet of flowers in front of your stomach?"
"They're for you!" Meredith said, handing the bouquet to Cristina. "I stopped at the gift shop on the way back from Owen's office. But I didn't just die, that was months ago. Or maybe a year. We never can figure out what the actual date is."
"She's got amnesia," Owen said, through gritted teeth. "But we'll find a way to fix it, I swear it! Someone page Shepherd!"
"That douchebag?" Cristina said. "He's not coming anywhere near me."
"That's my husband you're calling a douchebag!" Meredith protested, hiding behind Bailey.
"What?" Cristina frowned. "And why is Alex crying like a baby?"
"Oh Izzie's dead," Meredith said. "She had a cancerous mole on her back which made her see Denny and think she was having sex with him, but really she was masturbating. Rather than talk to a professional, she tried to diagnose herself but failed, so she got the interns to do it. By the time they figured it out, it was too late. So she married Alex and died."
"Whatever," Cristina shrugged. "Now where is Burke?"
"He dumped you at the altar," Callie sighed.
"He didn't deserve you!" Owen exclaimed, grasping Cristina by the shoulders. "I'm the one you're meant to be with! We fell in love at first sight and then I had to go back to Iraq where everyone but me died and I came back all sad and wounded and we made out under unusual circumstances and then we didn't make out for a while, we just looked longingly at each other, when I wasn't standing fully dressed and soaking wet in your shower, and I kept having panic attacks and then my ex-fiancee showed up and you got a dinosaur fired and then I got all Apocalypse Now on you and choked you while having night terrors and I'm really sorry about that and then we finally had sex and broke up and I'm in therapy now and you told me that you loved me through gritted teeth but you said 'yes' and you took me back and Izzie died and you were sad but I cheered you up and we made out some more and my mom likes you and then we started having lots of sex even though we didn't sleep in the same bed and George almost died a lot but he's much better now and I met your mom and we're going to LA for Thanksgiving and this Italian chick showed up and had the hots for me but believe me, I only have the hots for you and then finally we were able to sleep in the same bed but then you broke my nose having a nightmare about the choking, which I am still very sorry about but we are most definitely in love with each other."
Cristina blinked. "I got Dr Campbell fired? Awesome!" She looked down at the flowers. "Hey, what's this?" She pulled out an icicle from in between the carnations. Everyone drew in a sharp breath.
"Ow!" Cristina said, dropping the icicle. It fell to the ground without shattering.
"Stand back!" Bailey ordered. "It's the Cassadine icicle! It never melts!"
"What?" Lexie asked.
"You know, the Cassadines!" Bailey rolled her eyes. "From General Hospital?"
"I can handle it!" Derek declared, stepping from behind the curtains. "Give it to me!"
"No Derek no!" Meredith cried, hiding behind Lexie.
Derek reached down and grabbed the icicle. It immediately sent jolts of electricity through his body, causing him to flail before fainting. As he fell down, he knocked the icicle into Cristina's abdomen.
"This feels familiar," she mused, falling backwards. Owen grabbed her before she could hit the bed. "Ow."
Owen stared seductively into Cristina's eyes.
"What was your name again?" she murmured.
"Owen," he said. "But you can call me McBadAss." He reached down and pulled out the icicle, then dropped it into a bedpan.
"You pulled out my icicle," she said in surprise. "Hey, déjà vu!"
"Does that mean you know who I am now?" Owen looked hopefully into her eyes, as everyone held their breath, and each others' hands. Did she remember?
"Yes!" she declared, throwing her arms around him. "I remember now! You're that guy with the scratchy beard that cries – manfully – a lot. I know who you are! You are the love of my life!"
The people standing around hugged each other and dabbed at their eyes. Owen held Cristina close in his huge and yummy arms, and kissed her, using lots of passionate tongue.
"But wait!" Derek said, struggling to his feet. "Why didn't the icicle hurt Owen when he pulled it out?"
"Because –" Owen stood tall and squared his shoulders. "Because – my full name is Owen Cassadine Hunt! I'm from the Scottish-American branch of the Cassadine family! Only a true Cassadine can touch the icicle without pain. Or fainting like a pussy."
"Does that mean you're rich?" Cristina asked.
"Yes," he confessed, caressing her face with his huge manly hands. "But I give away large amounts of money every year so that clinics can be built within weeks."
"Oh, like the Duquette family!" Meredith exclaimed, holding a large purse in front of her."Does that mean …?"
"Yes," Owen said, swallowing hard. "The Duquettes are another branch of the Cassadines. Through circumstances not easily explained without a flowchart, Denny was my cousin – and my half-brother!"
Everyone gasped.
"Everyone thinks I came back to Seattle Grace just because I was discharged," Owen said. "But the truth is, there's been a long-standing feud between the Duquettes and another branch of the Cassadines, one that operates out of trailer parks. I came here to see if Isobel Cassadine Stevens killed Denny."
Everyone gasped.
"She did, sort of," Cristina mused. "I mean, if she hadn't cut the wires and stolen the heart, he wouldn't have had a blood clot form on the suture…"
"Exactly," Owen said, stroking her ebony curls. "But she had a back-up plan in case that didn't work." He held up the bedpan. "How do you think the Cassadine icicle ended up at Seattle Grace?"
"This doesn't make sense," Bailey said. "She loved Denny but killed him?"
"Multiple-personality disorder," Owen explained.
"And the cancerous mole?" Alex asked, wiping his eyes. "How did that happen?"
"She didn't believe in using sunscreen," Owen said sombrely.
Everyone paused to think about the importance of protecting against harmful UV rays. Their reverie was disrupted when an older man parted the curtains and stepped inside.
"Cristina!" Colin Marlowe exclaimed. "I heard you were in an accident? Are you all right?"
"Yeah, yeah," she said, waving him away. "Don't get too close or my boyfriend will choke you."
Colin looked at Owen and his face went white. "Owen?" he whispered in shock.
Owen stared back. "Dad?"
Be young. Be restless. Follow your guiding light wherever it may lead you, as the world turns.