Owen startled awake to an all-too-familiar sensation of danger; his heart was pounding and his adrenaline racing. It took him a moment to get his bearings, and another moment to register that the usual horrific dreams that accompanied that feeling were surprisingly absent. He let out a long, relieved breath when he realized that this time, the cause was purely physical; Cristina had shifted in her sleep and her knee was now wedged firmly up against his rather substantial morning erection. He grimaced, then glanced at his watch before placing a preventive hand on her knee to block any sudden movements. 6:30. They were both due in at 8:00. A further inventory of his condition had him realizing that his neck was a little bit sore, but that he felt surprisingly rested. He had actually slept soundly for a few hours. That was big news.

He hated to wake her, but they both had to get up soon in any case. "Cristina," he whispered. She didn't move. "Cristina…" He shook her gently. She burrowed in deeper and he had to exert considerable pressure on her knee to keep it from digging in where it had no business. "Yang!" This time his loud and urgent whisper must have penetrated the fog, because she jolted and nearly nailed him. "Please – move – your – knee!" he ground out. She was finally coming awake, and after a brief second of confusion, she said, "Oh! Sorry!" and complied. The next thing he felt was her melting into him as if she was the hot fudge and he was the sundae, and he was hard-pressed to find a reason to move now that the knee was no longer a threat.

Whatever I have to do so I can have this, I have to go do it already, he thought. Every day I procrastinate is just another day I don't get to be with her the way I want to be.

He allowed himself to drift for a bit and enjoy the closeness, but as the minutes ticked by he returned his focus to the matter at hand and gave her another nudge. "Much as I really don't want to, I need to get up," he whispered. She just dissolved even more – if that was possible – and burrowed her head into his shoulder. "Uh uh," was all he got from her, "You're so warm… I'm not moving." He could picture a lazy Saturday morning in bed with her this way and it made the bulge in his pants feel even more constricted. He hadn't pegged her as a snuggler, and this was a pleasant surprise; however, it made things more difficult when a workday loomed ahead.

"Did you sleep?" she murmured as she began to surface.

"Yeah, actually, I did. Thanks for letting me stay."

"Don't mention it," she yawned. "What time is it?" He checked again. "6:40."

"Ummm, plenty of time. Go back to sleep."

"Maybe you can do without a cup of coffee and a shower, but I've gotten used to the good things in life since I got back. Come on. Up." He gave her rear end a playful swat.

"Ow! Ok! Geez, you maniac!" She moved into a sitting position. As he extricated himself she gave him a sidelong glance. He was looking rumpled and very, very sexy. "I'll go put some coffee on. You want to use my shower?" You want me to join you?

"Yes on the coffee, no on the shower. I keep a change of clothes in my locker. I'll just head over early and take care of it there. Got an extra toothbrush?"

"Nope, sorry."

"That's ok. I've managed in worse places than this. Can I borrow some toothpaste?"

"Uh, you can HAVE some. I don't really want it back once you've used it." He shot her an appreciative look and followed her to the bathroom.

Once they had both taken care of the basics and were helping themselves to a cup of coffee, Cristina decided to broach something from the other night. "You know how you said you were getting stuck just taking the steps to get you to that cemetery and do that thing you need to do?" she asked.

"Yeah," he waited for her to continue.

"I was thinking maybe I could help you… I mean, those things you mentioned… those are just details. I'm good with details. Maybe you need to focus on the big picture and let someone else handle the small stuff."

"What'd you have in mind?" It hadn't occurred to him to ask for help, but her offer intrigued him.

"Give me your camera. Let me print that photo out for you. And let me do the mapquest thing. I could even drive you over if you want. I don't know if this is something you feel you have to do by yourself, but if it's not, I'd like to help."

"Huh… It hadn't occurred to me, but you might be right. Let me mull it over, ok?" He was touched that she would even think of this. "I'll get back to you." He picked his jacket up off the floor and was putting it on when Callie stepped out of her room, bleary-eyed and in her robe. "Oh, uh, hi… Dr. Hunt" she stammered as she headed for the coffeemaker, "This is… awkward…"

He laughed and exchanged a private glance with Cristina. "Yes… yes it is, Dr. Torres." He nodded his goodbye and headed out. As soon as the door shut behind him, Callie looked at Cristina and fanned herself with her hand. "Whew! You owe me big time, girlfriend. I've been keeping score here. Working backwards from right now, that's ONE intensely awkward moment, ONE incident of extreme mortification, and a foreplay evesdrop/overhear. My superior knowledge of Roommate Etiquette dictates that you are absolutely required to tell me every single detail now."

Cristina eyed her warily and with more than a little exasperation. "Ok, you're right. You deserve all the sordid details. Are you ready?" Callie nodded. "Are you sure, because this is BIG. You might want to write this down. Do you need a pen?"

"Yang…" Callie protested.

"Ok, here goes… WE HAVEN'T GOTTEN PAST FIRST BASE YET!"

Callie's mouth dropped open. "You're shitting me, right?"

"I wish."

"This makes no sense. He's obviously got the extreme hots for you. Is he like some kind of religious freak or something?"

"Well, if SOMEONE hadn't walked in on us last night, I think we might have hit at least a double…"

"Hey," Callie held up a warning finger, "you have a bedroom. No way you're pinning this on me. There's got to be more to this story, right? What's the deal?"

Cristina jumped up and headed for her room. "Gotta go! See you at work!"

"But…" Callie called out. She was totally intrigued now. "You are SO not getting away with this, Yang."