Just as Cristina had reached the patient's room, the resident working the code was calling the time of death. For a moment, Cristina's frantic thoughts involving secret ex-fiancées was put on hold and she had a genuine moment of sympathy. Charlotte hadn't been with her father when he died…that was one courtesy that Cristina had been given. She had had the moment where they had looked into each others eyes before he left, a goodbye…Cristina lowered her eyes and walked in.

"He was my patient…what happened?"

"Heart attack…came out of nowhere"

"Well he had a weak heart, but still…his numbers were good enough that they were ready to go through with treatment for the cancer tomorrow…" her words hung in the hair as the code team packed up the cart.

"Dr. Yang, you'll inform the family?"

"Me? I…" she knew she had to. Dammit, this was slowly developing into the day from hell. Cristina went out into the waiting area where Charlotte was still playing with her coffee cup.

"Are you feeling better?" Charlotte asked sweetly, standing up to greet Cristina.

"Oh yeah…I'm sorry about that, but…look, Charlotte, you should probably sit down"

"Oh my God…what's happened?"

"I'm very sorry but a few minutes ago your father suffered a heart attack…" Charlotte sucked a loud gasp of air. "The code team did everything they could, but…his heart was already weak and…I'm sorry." Charlotte looked as though she was going to fall, but simply threw herself into Cristina's arms. Cristina looked around for help, but then settled for awkwardly patting Charlotte on the back. Owen walked over from the main desk where he had been dropping off papers. Cristina avoided his intense gaze.

"Charlotte…I just heard, I'm so sorry" Owen said, stuffing his hands in his coat pockets and looking down. "Walter was a good man…" Charlotte leapt from Cristina's arms and into Owen's. Cristina met Owen's eyes; they were a mix of guilt and sadness. Charlotte was now weeping into Owen's jacket, but Cristina felt a pang of jealousy as she saw Charlotte's hand wrap around the back of Owen's neck, a place where Cristina felt as though she had protective custody. She turned on the spot and walked away, she wasn't sure where she was going or why, but just felt the need to get the hell away from Owen and Charlotte, particularly when they looked so comfortable. The thought that another woman had been so close to Owen drove her mad, and jealousy did not suit her well.

After ten minutes of aimlessly staring at papers, Cristina heard her pager go off. Owen was paging her to an on-call room. Really? She thought. Seriously? She found herself walking towards the room; she wanted him to explain everything away and reassure her that everything was still perfect…she just wasn't sure how he could pull it off. She walked into the on-call room, closed the door behind her, crossed her arms and stuck out a hip.

"I…don't know where to start" he said, simply, giving her a pleading look with his deep blue eyes. Cristina was momentarily disarmed, but then regained her frustration.

"How about the part where Charlotte is your ex-fiancée who you dumped on the phone a few years ago"

"Oh…wow. You know more than I thought…" He looked away in dismay. It was hard for her to stay mad with the sadness she saw in them, but she tried to stay firm.

"Yeah, with no help from you" she took a breath. First thing is first. "Do you still have feelings for her?"

"No" Owen said quickly. "Definitely not at all romantically, or even…platonically, really…I just feel bad for her now because of her father"

"When did you leave her?"

"It was just after I started my last tour in Iraq…" Cristina thought it out in her head…so that had been before the two of them had met that night of the snowstorm; she heaved a sigh of relief internally. "I found out she had cheated on me" Cristina was taken aback. Charlotte hadn't seemed like a cheater…but then again, she had mentioned something about how everyone screws up. "But that's not even exactly why I left her…I just realized that even though she had cheated, I wasn't angry or…even surprised" he shrugged. "On the other hand…the thought of you being with someone else makes me want to punch something…" he added with quiet intensity.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Cristina asked, her tone softening as his answers eased away some of her anxiety.

"I wanted to tell you the night we were talking about past engagements…but I…was a coward. You were so brave to talk to me about it and I just felt like I…I would screw up everything by telling you and…I just don't know how to communicate sometimes" It wasn't great, but it was something. "Do you hate me?"

"A little…" Cristina said, letting a smile peek through. Instead of smiling, Owen's eyes grew more clouded.

"I can't believe that Walter's dead…" Cristina had totally forgotten that Owen had known him.

"I'm sorry…I knew he had a weak heart, but…"

"He was old, but not that old…it's scary how little time we have" he shook his head, but then looked up directly into Cristina's eyes. "I really am sorry I didn't tell you about Charlotte before...and that you had to hear from her instead of me."

"It's…it's alright. But no more surprises, okay?" Owen nodded.

"Okay…I'm sorry, but…I doubt I'd be good company tonight…did you still want to meet up?"

"Actually…if you'd rather be alone, Meredith mentioned something about meeting her for a drink…" he nodded. "But if you're feeling better later or if you need me…just give me a call" Cristina said, placing a hand lightly on his cheek and stroking it. "Seriously..."

"Okay…" Owen said, giving Cristina a look that made her melt. How had he managed to get her to leave stroking him lovingly and with all forgiven? She really was falling for him. She turned to leave, but Owen grabbed her hand. "Hey" he pulled her close. "We're okay?" Cristina gave him a kiss that started softly but ended with a significant amount of heat, silently answering his question.