A/N: So, you all voted for the new pairing, and you will get the new pairing. Also, I've been thinking about bringing in some new characters. Like… the Mercy Westers? Reed, April, Jackson, and Charles. I want to bring them into the story when I run out of ideas, haha. What do you think about that? By the way, don't hate me for this chapter Huntina fans. Please don't hate me. Lol. I promise, this won't be forever.

Chapter Fourteen: Girl on Girl Action

Owen was at home in his room staring up at the ceiling as he laid on his bed. He's been at home in his room alone a lot that week. All he felt like doing was wallowing in self pity. But that came with the heartbreaking reminder of what happened days ago. The scene played over and over again in his mind, and the more he thought about it the more depressed he became.

THE DAY OF THE SHOOTING

Owen was asleep in the chair beside Cristina's bed with his hand in hers and his head on the mattress. The steady beep of the monitors lulled him to sleep and Cristina's parents left him alone with her well over an hour ago.

"Owen," the soft tone of her voice brought him out of his slumber and his sleepy eyes looked into hers.

"Hey," he said eagerly as a smile grew wide on his face, "how are you doing?"

Cristina's brows furrowed and she looked around the room, "Am I in a hospital?"

"Yeah," he paused, letting his grip tighten around her hand, "yeah, you were shot. But, the doctors fixed you up," he was trying not to let his emotions get the better of him in front of the girl he loved, but he had been so emotional that day already, he just couldn't stop.

"Oh God," she said looking at him funny, "You're not gonna cry are you?" One thing she hated was being around people who cried because it was nothing but awkward mainly because she didn't know how to make someone stop.

"I'm sorry," the smile stayed on his face and he looked away from her shaking his head, "You just have no idea how worried I was. I thought you were gonna die."

"Well, I didn't," Cristina said, smiling a small smile of her own, "So, please… don't cry."

"I love you, Cristina."

That was when Cristina remembered what happened earlier that day, and her smile disappeared. She pulled her hand from Owen's and her brows furrowed, "Do you?" She questioned his statement.

Owen frowned and wondered why in the world she would ask that question, "Of course I do."

"What about Teddy?"

Owen's brows furrowed and he shook his head, feeling confused now more than ever, "Teddy? What-?"

"Don't play stupid," she paused, shaking her head at him, "I know you kissed her."

Suddenly, Owen felt his stomach twist, and he had so many things to say and they were all coming out at the same time, causing him to stutter his words, "Cristina, no, that was… I didn't-"

"Save it, Owen," Cristina told him, "I could tell from the minute she walked through the door on the first day of school that you had feelings for her."

"But I don't-"

"Owen," she sighed, not looking him directly in the eyes. She avoided eye contact as she tried to think of what else to say to him. But nothing came to mind, "I'm tired."

"Cristina," he tried once again, but she rolled over in the bed turning her back toward him.

"Just leave…" she paused, "I'm done talking. I'm just… done."

It was now Saturday, almost a week after the shooting, and Cristina was still on bed rest. She's been at home all week in her bedroom with nothing to do but watch TV and stuff her face trying to eat away the empty put she felt inside of her. She realized that empty pit was caused by Owen. But tonight, she didn't feel so alone. Not with her best friend by her side.

"I did the right thing, didn't I?" Cristina asked, glancing at Meredith who laid in bed beside her, "Breaking up with Owen was the right thing?"

Meredith was silent before answering, she looked up at the ceiling and she shrugged her shoulders, "Does it feel like you did the right thing?" She finally asked, letting her hazel eyes find Cristina's dark ones, but the contact was soon broken as Cristina sighed, looking back up to the ceiling.

"If I did do the right thing… the right thing really, really hurts," Cristina said, wanting to cry, but she didn't. She held in every emotion she was feeling and let it out in one deep, depressing breath.

"It usually does," Meredith replied, linking Cristina's arm with her own.

Meanwhile, at Arizona's house, the two girls' were in the blonde's bed with their bodies covered by Arizona's blue bed sheets both with matching smiles on their faces. Callie giggled a little bit, propping her head up with her hand as her elbow rested on the mattress. Her brown eyes looked down into Arizona's gorgeous blue ones and she shook her head in a certain disbelief, "That was… amazing," she said, at loss for a better word. Amazing didn't even begin to describe it.

Arizona let out a soft laugh, "It was," she paused, feeling Callie's hand being placed on her stomach through the fabric of the sheets, "I told you it would be."

"You were right," she smiled widely, leaning down to place a tender kiss on the blonde's lips. The kiss that was meant to be a quick peck turning into something more than that. The hand that was on Arizona's stomach slid up the side of her body until it gently cupped her cheek. But the kiss was broken when a paranoid Callie heard something outside.

"What was that?" She asked, keeping her hand on Arizona's face, and all the blonde did was smile up at her.

"Relax, Calliope. You're such a worry wart. It was probably just a squirrel or something," she told her, placing a hand on the back of her neck. She pulled her face closer once again, wanting to taste her lips but Callie pulled back.

"Are you sure it's not your mom?" She asked, slightly beginning to freak out, which only seemed to amuse Arizona.

"I'm positive," she reassured her was a nod of her head, "She's not going to be back until much later tonight, and even if that was her, she's cool. Speaking of my mom," Arizona paused, sitting up and holding the sheet in place over her, "I want you to meet her. She's gonna love you."

"What makes you say that?" Callie felt a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Because you're hard not to love," Arizona said, smiling at the redness that appeared in Callie's complexion.

"Did you just-" Callie started, cocking an eyebrow.

"I'm falling in love with you, Calliope," Arizona answered the question Callie was going to ask, and the smile grew wider over the Latina's face. Never has her name sounded sweeter when it was coming from this beautiful blonde.

A vodka bottle was being chugged by Mark Sloan as he sat in his living room in a circle with his best friends Derek, Addison, and his newest friend, Teddy Altman. The girls giggled as they seen the look on his face after taking the long swig. "See Mark, you could have avoided that if you just did the dare," Addison giggled, and Mark shook his head.

"Hell no," Mark's brows furrowed, "I can take straight vodka. What I can't take is the humiliation of the whole school finding out that I kissed a dude."

"Who would find out?" Addison asked.

"Like I can trust you, Addie? I don't think so."

"Derek," her green eyes went to the dark hair boy and she cocked an eyebrow, "Do you really think I would go blabbing to people that Mark kissed you?"

Derek was silent for a moment, "Honestly? Yes, I do."

Addison made a face and a smirk appeared on her lips and she groaned, "Fine, let's just continue."

"Okay, Addie, you want to see me and Derek kiss so bad. This next dare is for you, then we'll see who the real chicken is."

"I'm no chicken, I can take any dare you throw at me," she said with a confidence in her slurred tone.

"We'll see," he cocked an eyebrow in her direction, "I dare you… to kiss Teddy."

Teddy lifted her eyebrows and looked from Mark to Addison, then back to Mark. Did she have a say in this? Her attention went back to Addison when she started to speak, "Like I said, I can take it," she paused, looking at Teddy with an expression that asked 'Can you take it?' The last thing Teddy wanted was to make Addison look bad. They had been hanging out all week, and she wanted their friendship to keep growing. So, she was going to let Addison do this, so she could show the boys that she wasn't a chicken. With a small smile and a quick nod, Teddy watched Addison lean in for the kill, and for some reason, she grew nervous.

First, she felt the redhead's hand brush against her cheek, then pull her in for the kiss. She hadn't expected Addison to make it this deep. Teddy almost couldn't make her lips react to Addison's because of how stunning the sensation was. What had only been a couple of seconds had already felt like minutes, and Teddy didn't know what she was feeling in that moment. But for some reason, her hand went to the back of Addison's neck like she didn't want her to stop.

"Damn," Mark said, his eyes locked on the two girls who were still connected by the lips, "That's hot."

"Agreed," Derek said with a nod, taking the vodka bottle and tipping some of the liquid back into his mouth.

I know I didn't have the Alex/Izzie storyline in this chapter, but it will be in the next chapter. I just didn't know how to write it in this chapter. But I have an idea for them in the next one.

-Shelby.