A/N: Ok so by the title of this chapter you can pretty much guess what this chapter is going to be about. Or can you? There is a reason there is a question mark on the end.
Enjoy at little mystery my friends :)
Betrayal?
It was an unusually slow day. There had hardly been any patients brought in and it almost seemed like Seattle had decided to lock itself indoors and hide for the day. For Owen this was extremely boring. For Cristina though, it was a welcome break after the sleepless night she'd had lying awake until it was almost morning as she tried to decide what she was going to do. All those hours had come to no avail though, because the only thing she'd achieved since she'd woken up that morning was what must be a hundred yawns by now and she was no closer to a decision. The amount Cristina was yawning – and trying terribly to hide it behind her sleeve- was slightly worrying Owen. After all, wasn't it he who was supposed to be the one who didn't sleep well? Not that he had many nightmares anymore, in fact he hadn't had one in over a week and he could only contribute this to his sessions with Dr. Wyatt which would hopefully end soon he thought optimistically. And of course, there was Cristina. At that thought, Owen looked over at Cristina who was dutifully filling out every last of the patient's details onto their chart. He hadn't asked her to do that, but she seemed to be trying to put as much distance between them as she could by finding little jobs to do. That worried Owen too. He couldn't for the life of him figure out why Cristina appeared to have suddenly gone off him a little bit.
"You're staring at me Dr. Hunt," Cristina said without looking up from the chart, "stop."
Owen smiled. He hadn't realised she'd be able to see him watching. "I wasn't staring Dr. Yang," he replied after a moment. "I don't stare."
Owen looked around. They were in his office, and as far as he could tell there wasn't anyone else around outside the room. Cristina saw him looking around and perhaps guessed somewhere along the lines of what he'd been thinking because she decided that it was time to go check on another of their patients. It was hard enough to just talk to and be in the same room as him without him getting ideas as well. She finally got what people said when they talked about feeling like there was an elephant in the room and she had huge, big mama elephant on her hands at the moment. She left Owen to do whatever it was he had been doing before he'd decided staring at her was better and went to check on a patient that didn't really need checking on. Owen knew this, and he frowned at her back as she left thinking, What the hell is up with Cristina today? That was why, later on when she began questioning him rather happily, Owen was immediately suspicious.
"So," she said, trying to find a way to bring up the topic of his mother. "How's it going with Dr. Wyatt?"
"Um, fine," Owen replied slightly mystified, "good even."
"Oh, that's good, that's good," she repeated. The only reason she'd brought it up was because she thought that the best way to help her to decide what to do was to try and scope out what Owen thought about his mother. She had never been one for subtleties though and she couldn't figure out how it was supposed to work. In the end, she decided she might as well just ask him.
"So, uh, have you rung your mother this week?"
Owen froze in surprise, his pen poised above paper, eventually managing to say "Um..........no, not yet." Now he was really confused. First Cristina was acting as though she didn't really want to be in the same room as him and now she was asking him about his mother - his mother. Apart from that time he'd told Cristina about her before pleading with her to see him because no one else could anymore, they'd never talked about his mother. It just wasn't something he talked about – with anyone.
"Oh, um, that's nice," Cristina mumbled. Now she really didn't know what to say. Owen narrowed his eyes and this time he really was staring at her.
"Are you ok Cristina?"
"What?" She glanced up surprised to see that he was somehow now only a step away from her when he had been across the other side to the room only seconds ago. How did he move that fast, she wondered, and that quietly?
"I said," he repeated, "are you ok?" Before she could stop him, he'd wrapped his arms around her and was staring at her intently as he tried to figure out what was wrong with her. I could get lost in those eyes she thought before she could censure herself.
"Nothing," she smiled, and for the first time that day it was a genuine one. Something in those eyes of his had given her the answer she'd been looking for. Owen continued to stare at her for another minute at least before he was convinced she was telling the truth. Now that she'd had one thought, she couldn't be bothered to stop the rest from flowing in and then she really couldn't stop thinking about how much she loved his blue eyes. How much she loved him. And when she thought about it like that there really was only one choice she could make. This time when they kissed, it was she that brought her lips to his and although he was still confused by her abrupt changes of attitude, Owen didn't complain. He was just happy that whatever had been bugging her seemed to have gone away.
That night, Owen took Cristina to Joe's and thankfully it wasn't even close to a repeat of their previous attempt at a date. When they went back to Cristina's though, she noticed a slight change come over Owen. He seemed more hesitant and at one point she'd actually thought he might refuse to step over the threshold and come inside. Even when they found out that Callie was there, sitting in front of the television as she watched a program that Cristina didn't know and didn't want to know. Soppy, love sorts of things were definitely not her at all. Owen laughed when he saw the face she made although it wasn't the same laugh she'd heard the week before. There was something missing that made it somehow ring false.
"Oh, hey guys," Callie jumped out of the seat. "I'm just going to go and uh, be out of the way in my room."
Owen stopped her. "No, that's not necessary. I'm not going to stay."
"You're not?" Both Callie and Cristina said it at the same time.
"No," Owen said turning to Cristina. "I don't think that's a good idea just yet." He glanced at the door to Cristina's room which stood wide open. It was hard not to look at it and think of the last time he had been in there. Of the last time he'd stayed the night – well most of it anyway. "Do you?"
"Well, Callie said after he'd left minutes later, "That was.......interesting."
"What?" Cristina replied. Although she'd been happy when Owen was still there, she could already feel that mood fading because he'd gone.
"I thought you two would be jumping all over me to get to your room when you came in but he definitely wasn't even thinking about going there."
"Yeah, well," Cristina mumbled. Suddenly all she wanted to do was go to bed with Owen's jacket and sleep for days – she was that tired.
"Right," Callie replied, and for once she decided to leave it at that rather than carry on and risk saying something that she might regret later. It wasn't until Cristina had gone to bed that she shook her head and muttered, "Strange."
Lying on his own bed, Owen was staring at the ceiling as he did most nights. He'd been glad to leave Cristina's place as much he didn't want to admit it and very relieved to be home. There were just too many memories lingering there right now for him to want to stay. Even thinking about what had happened still made him feel slightly sick even though it had been all those weeks ago. He'd made a promise to himself that he wouldn't put Cristina in danger again until he was absolutely certain that it was safe and he was determined to keep that promise. That was why he'd left when he had, because he'd had a feeling that if he left too long then he wouldn't have been able to convince himself to leave anymore - so great were the charms Cristina possessed. He almost laughed out loud at the thought of what Cristina would say if he ever told her that. He could almost see the sneering look that would adorn her face as thought she were right in front of him. One thing he was glad of though was that although he might not be there for her in person, he was still there for her in the form of his jacket. Well, he corrected himself, it was really hers now. He had been planning to ask for it back originally but when he realised that she had no intentions of giving it back unless he asked for it, he decided to pretend he hadn't realised he'd left it with. He was still having a hard time getting his head around the fact that Cristina Yang could be sentimental about something that wasn't surgery related. And he liked it. Even if he had wanted to get out of there the minute they'd arrived at her apartment, he'd still liked seeing his jacket peeking out from the under the edge of her blankets. His last thought before he fell asleep was about Cristina keeping his jacket close during the time when he couldn't be there himself.
About a week later, a woman turned up at the hospital. She made her way to the main desk taking in the hospital with more leisure than normal. When she reached the desk, a nurse asked whether she could be helped with anything.
"Why yes," the woman replied. "I'm looking for Dr. Owen Hunt."
Well once again all i have to say here is: review! please :)
P.S: Now I promised a big finale for the end so there's going to be three chapters which are each one part. Big suspense huh? All questions will be answered shortly ;)
