Disclaimer: Grey's Anatomy and all its characters are the intellectual property of Shonda Rhimes and Co.

A/N: This was going to be the last chapter, but I think I might have one more chapter left in me for this story.

Special thanks to my wonderful beta, Aly (supershipper) for her usual awesomeness :)


Teddy and Cristina were both updating the charts of their respective patients at the nurses' station. A salad on rye sandwich sat by Teddy's elbow as she scribbled in the details; she was due for a lunch break after she was done. Cristina looked thoughtfully at her mentor, the wheels in her brain still turning at the recent development between her cardio god and the, supposedly, converted man whore.

"What is it Cristina?" Teddy interrupted her thoughts without looking up.

"I'm sorry?"

"I can feel you boring a hole into my skull."

"Oh, it's nothing. I was just, uh, thinking."

"About?"

"Just, whatever. You know, stuff."

Brows raised in scepticism, Teddy paused to look up at the studied pose of preoccupation her student was assuming. When Cristina got vague and talked too quickly, it usually meant she was up to some sort of mischief.

"O-kay," Teddy signed off, giving Cristina a look of mock suspicion as the brunette glanced up to watch her leave, "I'm on lunch. Page me if you need to."

When Teddy was out of sight, Cristina went back to completing her chart. As if by providence, Mark Sloan suddenly appeared with a chart of his own. Her gaze now turned on his salt and pepper head.

Feeling the prickling sensation of being watched, Mark looked up with brows furrowed and met the inquisitive stare of Cristina Yang. He'd never admit it to anyone, but sometimes she could intimidate even him. Maybe that was why his charm didn't work on her.

"Yang, don't you have anything better to do than admire my good looks?"

"I'm sorry, what?"

There was that laugh in her voice, the same one he'd heard when she laughed in the face of his attempts to seduce her. It brought back the humiliating memories, and Mark Sloan did not like to be humiliated; especially not when it concerned his sexual prowess.

"Never mind," he grumbled at her, "Just go find something better to do than eyeball me."

"Yes sir." Her giggles lingered as she walked away with her chart, the sound grating on his nerves. Trying to get into her pants was one thing Derek would never be able to coerce him into doing again, single malt whiskey or not.

"Dr. Sloan." Of course, Hunt was another good reason not to mess with Cristina Yang anymore. The guy was a no-nonsense, ex-army meatballer. You didn't want to get tangled up with that.

"Dr Hunt."

After Owen's little show of protectiveness over Teddy, things had been a little awkward between him and Mark. The tension between them was as thick as butter while they stood completing their charts, side by side.

Of course, it was Owen who broke the ice first. "Look, about what I said the other day, Teddy's my friend. I was just looking out for her."

Mark saw the guilelessness in Owen's blue eyes as he turned to acknowledge the underlying apology in his words, and he knew that the guy was right. Everyone knew his reputation, hell even he knew it, and it would be pretty pointless to deny at this point.

"I know that I've got a reputation around here. Point is, I'm trying to change that. So, maybe you'll try giving me some benefit of the doubt while I haven't done anything to screw it up?"

A smile tugged at Owen's cheek as he sensed the earnestness in Mark's speech and saw the serious expression on his face during its delivery. He was all about giving people chances; he'd gotten his fair share of them too after all.

"Okay," he acceded, holding his hand out as a sign of peace, "I'll do that."

As they shook hands, Mark couldn't help but smile at how easily they had worked things out. Hunt was alright. A bit of a hot-head, but he was a stand-up guy.

"Well, I'm glad we got that settled," Mark nodded at Owen as he left to go to surgery, acknowledging him with a parting "Hunt."

"What was that all about?"

Owen jumped, imperceptibly, at the seemingly bodiless voice that came from somewhere behind him. Turning around, he saw her looking inquisitively at him.

"Cristina, I thought you were supposed to be, uh, recovering in the on-call room?" He looked pointedly down towards her girl parts.

"Eh, I got bored," she shrugged, "So what were you talking to Sloan about?"

"Just," Owen searched his mind for something plausible, "Guy stuff."

"Guy stuff?" She raised a perfectly arched brow doubtfully.

"Yup, guy stuff." He put on his most innocent expression.

"Uh huh," Cristina was still not buying it, but she'd let it slide. For now.

"I gotta go back to the pit, there's a car crash victim a couple minutes out."

"See ya." Cristina mumbled, waving a hand at him as she turned away to focus on something she was reading.

She was caught by surprise when Owen spun her around and kissed her full on the lips. He pulled back and smiled at her for a second, "See ya."

Biting on her lip to suppress the huge grin she felt coming, Cristina's gaze lingered on Owen's broad back as he walked off in the direction of the pit, before she too walked off to check on her patient.