The wind is howling
Like the swirling storm inside
Couldn't keep it in
Heaven knows I try
(Let it go - Frozen Soundtrack)
"What? Unless you have a dying kid in my neighborhood, I can't see a good reason for you to call me at 7 AM," Alex said, as he picked Cristina's call. She knew he would be pissed if she woke him up, but she had no choice. She woke up alone at a place she didn't know, and the last thing she remembered was drinking too much tequila at Joe's. Alex was the only person she knew for sure that was there, since it was his bachelor party. He was her only hope.
"Where am I?" She asked, desperate.
"Not here in my bed, thank God. Why should I know?" Alex snapped. She couldn't blame him.
"Alex, please!" Cristina asked, lowering her voice to avoid increasing her headache. "I don't know whom I left Joe's with last night. I'm in this minimalist apartment, that looks a little familiar, but I can't really recognize anything."
"You gotta be kidding me," he sighed. Then, she heard a beep in the line, probably another call on his phone. "Hold on, I have to pick this one," Alex said.
Figuring that he would be useless, Cristina hang up the phone and decided to find out by herself who was the owner of that place. She looked at the window and saw that she was near the hospital. Good - she thought - I can't even sneak out without the risk of seeing someone. Then, she went to the social bathroom and to the kitchen. Nothing to help her identifying her host. She was heading back to the bedroom, decided to open some drawers, when her phone rang. It was Alex.
"Did you decide to help me?" She asked.
"Not really," Alex replied, not as grumpy as before. "I only called to say that it was Mer on the other call. She was looking for you, since you did't answer her calls. I told her that you're sleeping in my couch. You're welcome."
"Thanks," Cristina replied. She felt a little guilty for those moments when she didn't want to talk to her best friend. But she knew that it wouldn't do any good tell Meredith that she slept with a man she didn't even remember.
Still talking to Alex, Cristina opened the first door of the closet and saw the back of a portrait. Hoping to see a photo of that man and finally discover who he was, she took the portrait on her hands, only to almost drop it in the floor. Yes, it was a picture of the man. With her. On their wedding, five years ago.
"Alex," she said. "I remember."
Last night
"Tequila, please, I'm with those guys, Pretty Boy is paying," Cristina said to the barman who looked at her incredulous. Yes, it was her sixth shot, but it was no one's business.
She drank and then she felt that someone was staring at her. She looked at both sides, only to find Owen sitting by her right. Twice on the same day. What a luck! This time, however, maybe affected by the alcohol, she decided she wouldn't play dumb in front of him. After all, she was Cristina Yang. Strong and decisive Cristina Yang, not some insecure speechless teenage girl.
"Hey, you! I heard about the Torres-Hunt-Robbins baby. Congratulations," she said, smiling and getting closer to him. She touched his arm and felt her whole body shiver. She wanted to kiss him, like she wanted to do the night before she left for New York. But now it was different, because he hadn't a girlfriend, and they could share not only that kiss, but everything they wanted to.
"Thank you, I guess," he smiled to her. His eyes smiled to her. "How are you? Running around the city, for old time's sake?"
"Nah," she replied. "I stayed at Alex's, with him and Meredith. Then I came here, to be a good groomswoman. He didn't pick his best man yet. Or best woman, whatever. Last time, Meredith won, so I have to make my case being supportive of his drinks."
Owen laughed and she did too. At that moment, everything seem so easy. No words, only looks and smiles. So uncomplicated that Cristina forgot for a second why weren't they still together. She didn't want to remember. There was a voice at the back of her head, telling her that they could never work, that they had tried and they kept hurting each other. That she wasn't right for him, that he deserved someone who could give him the family he wanted. She knew she should listen to this voice, but she couldn't do that while his deep eyes smiled at hers like they were still doing.
They say that two people need only 8.2 seconds holding each other's gaze to fall in love at first sight. For two people who already knew each other, who lived together for years, this time probably could be cut by half. Cristina didn't wait five seconds before completely ignore that annoying voice: She leaned forward and kissed him.
God, it felt so good! Owen kissed her back and that was all that mattered.
It took them about twenty minutes to arrive at his place but, for Cristina, it was like entering a time machine and going back to the day they first met. For two years, since they were together for the last time, she'd avoiding her feelings, avoiding to let anyone in. She turned out to be the robot they used to call her. A feeling-less cold robot. But now Owen was there, pulling the ice from her chest and turning her a human being again.
Now it was hot, with his tongue playing with hers, his hands running through the curls of her hair and her hands exploring his chest. There were no words to describe the connection they had, how they were only one at that moment, completely in sync, having the most amazing time she could expect.
"I love you," Owen said once they finished. Cristina was laying in his arms, almost asleep and still struggling with the fight between her sense and her feelings. "There wasn't a day since I met you that I didn't loved you."
"Owen, please... Don't..." She replied. She couldn't hear those words again, she was afraid of them. She was afraid of what they could mean once the alcohol was out of her system.
"We could make this work," despite her efforts, he kept talking. "This time is different."
Cristina knew it was different. They broke up because he wanted a kid, and she didn't. Now, he would have what he wanted with a lesbian couple and she could be his lover again. But things weren't this simple, even drunk she knew that.
"Owen..." She managed to say, before fell in a deep sleep. "How could we do that? I'm going back to New York."
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Thank you, guys, for all the support with my story and your concerns about my health. I had the surgery I said, and now I'm fine, thank God!
This chapter took me longer than I expected and I'm still not very happy with the second part. I don't know exactly why, but Cristina's chapters are always the hardest for me. I hope you like it, anyway (and I'm sorry if you don't).
I started a new Jolex story, Behind the scenes, which is basically a series of one shots between episodes. But we still have 5 chapters of Miles, and I'll try to keep the pace and work weekly on both.
