3rd September
"Who the hell is that?" Cristina asked Meredith as they watched Owen and a small blond-haired woman in navy blue scrubs chatting down the corridor. It was pretty obvious she was flirting with him.
"That's the new ob/gyn attending Dr. Mary Leoni. Apparently she has a crush on Owen. Do we hate her now?" her best friend asked.
"Ob/gyn?" Cristina scrutinized the new doctor. She was petite with short light blond hair bright eyes and a permanent smile glued to her all so happy face. "Pfft. I don't care."
That was a lie. She hated this perfect Gynecologist flirting with HER Owen at once. Even if she broke up with him 6 months ago, she couldn't watch him flirting with somebody else. They came along acting professional with each other, trying not to communicate too often, she always got too heated when she was around him. She still loved him she had to admit to herself. But she would never admit this to anybody else let alone to him.
Later that day Cristina and Meredith were having a drink at Joe's. It was Meredith's first night out after Bailey's birth. Sitting in a rather dark corner of the pub they chatted about some recent hospital gossip. From the corner of her eye Cristina got a glimpse of a familiar person entering the pub.
"Oh my god, hide me!" she whispered and ducked her head behind Meredith.
"What? What is it?"
"There!"
"Oh Owen and Dr. Leoni, I thought you don't care?"
"Well, I don't."
"So then why are you hiding right now?"
"Am not."
"Okay…" Meredith just kept on chatting but Cristina didn't listen. She was watching Owen and his new admirer. Dr. Leoni touched him lightly on the arms when she talked. She laughed loudly and he smiled at her and that really pissed her off. Is he already able to move on? She thought.
"Cristina?" Meredith interrupted her. "Are you even listening? Mh…" She followed her gaze.
"Look how she throws herself at him. This is just disgusting. As if Owen likes that kind of woman." Cristina spat out.
"May I remind you, that you broke up for good, that you broke up to give him the chance to once have a family with someone? He first has to find someone and you are right now witnessing him trying – trying to move on."
"But her?"
"You are not the one to choose for him. She looks nice though."
"Nice? I'm sorry, I just cannot watch them flirting like two teenagers. I think I have to go home."
"It's okay. I'm not used to drinking alcohol anymore anyhow and I'm already a little too merry. I just wanna go home to my two little monsters."
They got up and headed for the door. As they passed Owen he noticed them. His and Cristina's eyes locked for a few moments. His former smile changed into a rather guilty and caught expression.
Cristina left for her room in Alex's house. On her way home and later in bed she thought about their break-up and her reasons wondering if it had been the right thing to do. It was half a year ago now. She hasn't been able to move on for one single millimeter. She often caught herself staring longingly at him imagining and remembering how he would feel. She was afraid to forget how it would feel like to make love to him and she was sure she would never be able to have this sensational feeling again. At the other hand she was also sure her feelings for him will not decrease as soon as she hoped they would do – they hadn't decreased at all, rather the opposite. The longer they were parted the more she wanted him back. Her dreams were haunted by him. Both night and day dreams. Only when she was in surgery she could focus and blend him out. And yet she still sometimes had the huge need after a difficult surgery to tell Owen of it, to share her joy with him. She hugged her pillow. I'm not going to imagine I'm in his arms she begged herself, but she nevertheless did – apparently the only thing persuading her mind to rest for sleep.
