*Author's Note- Sorry this chapter is a little short. I promise the chapters will get longer as the story continues. Thanks for the reviews, keep them up
FYI- I absolutely hate what Shonda Rhimes has done to Owen and Cristina. I long for the early days of their relationship. Anyways, enjoy!
Owen hastily wrapped a towel around his waist as he stepped out of the shower. Here he was a grown man, excited about going out on a date with his ex-wife. Owen knew his and Cristina's relationship was far from perfect. Hell, it had been a hot mess leading up to their divorce. He smiled as he tugged on a pair of khakis, glancing down at the jagged scar on his thigh. Memories of his and Cristina's initial meeting flooded into his mind as he pulled on a dark grey t-shirt. The mixed look of shock and awe as he had stapled his thigh shut without any anesthetic. That same look of shock mixed with passion as he kissed her in the exam room after removing her icicle. Owen had known that day that Cristina would one day be his wife. There was just something about her. Something different. Cristina was so bold and intense. She was un-afraid to speak her mind and just so…so Cristina. He missed the electricity that their earlier days had been full of.
Looking down at his watch, Owen saw the time. 5:45. Damn it. He was running late. That's what he got for falling asleep on the couch for an hour. He quickly pulled on a pair of black boots and a black North Face pullover sweater. Owen grabbed his iPhone off the charger and quickly scrolled to Cristina's name.
Owen: Running late. Still have to gas up the truck. (Sent at 5:46p)
Cristina: Ok. (Sent at 5:47p)
Cristina: Are you going to tell me where we're going? (Sent at 5:47p)
Owen: Nope. Surprising you. (Sent at 5:48p)
Cristina: Just as long as it isn't that seafood joint we got food poisoning from. (Sent at 5:49p)
Owen: Not the seafood joint. (Send at 5:49p)
Owen: I'll see you soon. (Sent at 5:49p)
A subtle grin crept across Cristina's face as she put down her iPhone and returned to the stack of charts in front of her. This was the Owen she had fallen in love with. The mysterious, kind-hearted 'Army Surgeon Badass' who had trached a man with a pen and pulled out HER icicle without permission. The man who had passionately kissed her, in all essence a stranger, in a trauma room before he left for Iraq.
"Dr. Yang!" Cristina turned around to find Dr. Ross aka Happy approaching her.
"Please tell me you haven't killed Mr. Garrett. It's almost the end of my shift and I don't want to deal with the paperwork."
"It's the exact opposite Dr. Yang. Mr. Garrett is doing great. All of his vital signs are normal and he's awake. What do you want me to do now?" Cristina glanced at her watch. 5:55p.
"I want you to finish all of my charts. Neatness counts," she stated as she got up and headed for the attending's lounge.
"See you tomorrow Dr. Yang!"
"Ass kisser," muttered Cristina.
You've got all that I need
Looking at all or nothing
Babe it's you and I
With you I know that
I am good for something
So let's go give it a try
We got our backs against the ocean
It's just us against the world…~theory of a deadman~ all or nothing
