Out on your Corner in the Pouring Rain.

Summary: Way overdue. We all know that Chrissie and Owen were meant for each other, even through infidelity and lies. What they have is so perfect that it cannot be denied.

Chrissie wants Owen. Owen wants Diane. Diane wants Ric. But when Owen decided to change his mind and throw everything that he had with Diane away, is it what Chrissie really wants?

A/N: This is an alternate storyline exploring the rocky ChrissieOwen relationship we all know and love. I am a huge ChrissieOwen fan and I just thought of a different way everything could have happened. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I was hoping it'd be mine by the last chapter… but no

Chapter 8 – I just want you! (Forever)

Three days had passed, and although none of the Holby staff knew what had happened, their concerns for Chrissie grew. She hadn't been herself. They could see that she had been steadily losing weight for weeks. Her skin had lost that glow it'd had when she was with Owen. Her lips rarely shifted into a smile. But worst of all were her eyes; they were dark and cold, vividly noticeable against her paling skin. Tricia let out a sigh and turned to an equally concerned Mark. 'I wish she would tell us what was going on, I want to know why she is hurting and I want to help her.' He listened to what she had said and silently agreed.

Over that three day period the relationship between Diane and Owen had become steadily rockier. She seemed to want to be at work, or at home studying, than out with Owen, she couldn't even spend one night a week out with him. He noticed that she stayed late on the nights that Ric did, and went out early when Ric was in early, he thought nothing of this as it was commonplace knowledge that Ric was benefiting Diane's studying, he had all the expertise in that area.

Still, Owen couldn't help but feel dissatisfied, this relationship was not going the way that he had planned and as he lay in bed that morning watching Diane rushing round to get ready, he had noticed that she was making more of an effort on her appearance just lately; but decided not to push it, 'Diane can I talk to you for a minute?' he asked.

'Oh Owen, I'm so rushed to be getting ready, can it wait?' she replied.

He retorted. 'Diane your shift doesn't start for an hour and a half and it's only ten minutes to the hospital. It's important.'

She sighed and sat down next to him. 'Okay Owen.' She said. 'Go ahead.'

'What's going wrong?' he asked.

She didn't look too surprised at the question and looked back into his eyes and said. 'I don't know Owen. It's just that it seems you want to spend more time with anyone apart from me.'

'You're the one studying all the time. When I asked you if you wanted to go out a few days ago, you said you were busy studying.' He replied exasperatedly.

'You took Chrissie instead of me!' she shouted. 'Do you know how that makes me feel?'

He looked at her, sickened. 'I'm not the one who changes all her shifts and works overtime just so that she can be with Ric! I'm not blind Diane! I took Chrissie out because you refused, and believe it or not it isn't my job to fix my schedules around you!'

'WHAT ABOUT THAT TIME YOU WERE GONE ALL NIGHT?' she screamed. 'I HAD NO IDEA WHAT HAD HAPPENED!'

'I HAD TO CLEAR MY HEAD, I WAS CONFUSED!' he couldn't do this anymore; he had made his mind up, however suddenly it would be. He calmed his voice down and spoke, 'I want a divorce.' He said solemnly and rose from his seat.

Diane sat there, shocked at what he had just said and waited for him to return from the bathroom.

Owen sat down on the cold floor and sighed to himself.

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Owen POV

How could I have let things get this bad? Why didn't I listen to Chrissie at the wedding? I think she knew that my marriage with Diane was doomed to fail, and I guess I knew it too. I just didn't want to believe it. I wanted to believe that we had something special, that I had moved on from Chrissie, but I can't. I can't leave what I had with Chrissie. It was right, it was perfect.

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He knew that he had to tell Chrissie how he felt; he knew that she felt the same from his wedding day, and he felt so sure that she would want him back.

Owen went to work that evening with a spring in his step, he wanted everything to go right. He didn't bring flowers or chocolates; he knew she wouldn't want that. He just brought himself. He could hear the rain slamming down around him, it was awful, not a very spring – like day at all. He had been working a while and he decided that now was the time to tell her how he felt.

She was sat alone on a chair; she looked as awful, or even worse, than she did last week, everyone at the nurses station were staring intently at her, they watched as Owen approached her and whispered into her ear.

'Me and Diane, it's over.' He said.

They saw him lean back away from her and watched as she stood up and rushed towards the door. Owen was taken aback at her reaction; he had expected that she would welcome him back with open arms. He decided to let her stew for a bit, but that was when he realised it was pouring with rain, she was already so gaunt and ill, if she didn't come inside she would catch her death of a cold.

None of the other nurses had thought of that as they watched as Owen bolted upright and followed Chrissie's path out of the hospital. They had seen her reaction to his presence just ten minutes earlier and followed slyly. They wanted to check up on Chrissie, they were so concerned for her. It was as they reached the door of the hospital that they realised with horror that it was pouring down with rain.

'That's why he rushed off.' Donna said.

'Such a Gentleman.' Mickie replied.

'You have to admit that they are so right for each other.' Said Tricia. 'I just don't know if they can bounce back after everything that she put him through and him in turn put her through.'

Owen wandered up behind Chrissie and placed his hand on her shoulder, she shrugged him off and continued to cry, the tears spilling down her face. He turned her to face him. 'Chrissie, Diane and I are over.'

'What? And you expect me to come and jump back into your arms and be with you?' she cried back. 'It's not that simple.'

'I know it's not Chrissie, but I want you to know that marrying Diane was a mistake for me. It's you. It's always been you. I was too stubborn to realise it. I know that I can't expect everything to be okay between us. I didn't bring you flowers, or chocolates, because I'm not going to hide behind gifts. I came here to be me, to show me.' He spoke from his heart.

Chrissie contemplated what he had just said, he had meant it, and she knew him well enough to know that. But could she forgive him? She pushed him backward startling him and ran back toward the hospital, towards her friends, but he was faster than her. When she was no more than 10 meters from her friends, he grabbed her shoulder. She whipped round. 'What do you want from me Owen?' she cried loud enough for all her friends to hear,

'Nothing.' He said. 'I just want you.'

And with that he leant forward and captured her lips in a sweet kiss, nothing forceful, just tender. Rain cascaded around them, soaking them through, but they didn't care. She didn't care that her arms were bare. He caressed her lips with his own and when they broke apart he ran a finger over her lips and down her cheek. And for the first time in almost a week she smiled.

She shivered in the cool air of the night and he, being the perfect gentleman, rubbed his hands up and down her arms before removing his soaking jacket and placing it around her shoulders. Her smile thanked him and she pressed her lips to his again pushing her tongue against his lips as they battled together.

Neither of the two wanted this kiss to end, they wanted to be together, and they wanted this kiss to be forever. There was nothing forceful about the way his hands moved gently to her hips, caressing her sides. Just like there was nothing fiery about the way she wrapped her arms, now clad in his jacket, around his neck, playing with his hair.

There was so much passion built into that kiss, it was so special. The way they stayed in the rain together for as long as they could remember. She felt safe, so safe, in his embrace. Rain falling either side of them and on their heads. Their clothes were plastered to their bodies, but still the kiss was forever. Just like their love. Forever.

A/N Thank you all so much for your wonderful reviews, and thank you so much for reading. I hope you all liked it! Look out for the sequel. Rated M. 'You Complete Me'.

Love you all so much xxx.