*Author's Note- I want to say a big thank you to those loyal readers and reviewers as well as to those new to the story. I truly appreciate all of the reviews. Thanks so much. (Would you believe I had this chapter ready three days ago, but it's taken me that long to find the right song for the chapter?)


And I feel

All the faint morning light

Filled with hope

Cause you're here in my life

And we've gone

From the edge of our souls

Made it back to a place we call home

You... See me through

I was alone in the dark and the fear was my truth

Yeah all the things that you are

Beautifully broken,

Alive in my heart

And know

That you are everything

Let your heart sing and tonight

We'll light up the stars

~The Goo Goo Dolls~ All That You Are


'They're paging you 911…' The words ran through Cristina's head over and over as she ran at warp speed towards the ICU. A 911 page was never a 'good' thing. What seemed like a million different scenarios played out in Cristina's mind. By the time she reached the ICU, Cristina was convinced Owen was dead. He had to be. Why else would she be paged 911?

" Dr. Yang!"

" What's going on?" she asked as she entered Owen's room. Inside, she found Shane Ross doing his best to restrain Owen who was struggling against the young intern's grip.

" I don't know. Dr. Bailey sent me in to check on him and he just started…freaking out. He won't tell me what's wrong. All he's asked was that I page you." Cristina paused for a brief moment to breath a sigh of relief. Owen wasn't dead. A series of deep groans brought her back to the present.

" He's obviously in pain you idiot. Get me some Morphine."

" You're not his attending physician, you're his next of kin…you're too personally involved to make rational medical decisions."

" Page Grey. Page Shepherd. Page Bailey. Page Webber. Just page someone. Anyone." Dr. Ross stood frozen in front of Cristina, who had taken his place beside Owen's bed.

Get out of my sight Ross before I make you regret the day you were born." The young intern ran out of the room without a second thought.

Is it the pain?" Cristina asked as his heart monitor began emitting a loud beeping noise.

" Yes," he replied through gritted teeth.

" Why didn't you say anything earlier while we were all here?" Owen remained silent as his heart rate continued to climb.

" Can't…breath."

" That's the panic setting in. You're fine. Do you hear me? Owen. Do you hear me? You're going to be okay. Just breath…"

" What the hell is going on?" Richard asked as he rushed into the room.

" He's having a panic attack because his damned pride got in the way of asking for more pain medication when he needed it," Cristina responded as Jackson Avery and Shane entered.

" Do you need any help?"

" Give me a dose of Lorazepam and Morphine. NOW!" ordered Richard. Cristina stood in the corner, having been pushed aside by Jackson who was now administering the medications. It wasn't until Owen's body visibly relaxed that Cristina realized she had been holding her breath. She turned back to Shane who was standing near the doorway now.

" I want you to sit by Dr. Hunt's bedside and monitor his vitals to ensure there are no reactions to the combination of medications in his system."

" I was supposed to scrub in with Dr. Bailey…"

" And now you're monitoring Dr. Hunt. You should have paged someone besides myself the minute he began showing distress."

" Let it go Yang," Jackson instructed. Cristina delivered one last scathing look to Shane then exited the room.


Owen awoke some time later to find Meredith glaring at him.

" I'd smack you right now if you weren't my boss. If it weren't for the MRIs and the EEG Derek performed, I'd wonder if you had a brain. I know you're all badass, stapling your thigh shut without any anesthetic, but seriously. You were shot twice less than a week ago at close range. You lost your spleen, a portion of your liver, and had a collapsed lung. You were in a coma for almost four days. What in the hell made you think that resisting pain medication was a good idea?"

" Are you okay?" he questioned.

" Am I okay? My unborn son is using my bladder and ribcage as his own personal soccer balls. Derek fixed Zola the last waffle this morning. I was planning on eating that waffle for a snack. My feet are swollen, my hormones are raging, and my best friend's person apparently has a death wish."

" Sorry I asked?"

" How are you feeling?"

" Like I have a hangover."

" That would be the Lorazepam. Between that and the extra pain medication you've been out for almost 24 hours," Meredith explained as Cristina abruptly entered the room.


" You're awake."

" You're mad…"

" I'm mad? You think I'm mad? Mad doesn't even begin to describe what I am feeling right now. Pissed off? Enraged? Furious? That's more like it," Cristina said, her voice shaking as she turned her back to Owen and Meredith. When she turned back around, Owen noticed tears trickling out of her eyes.

" Cristina…"

" No. You don't get to Cristina me. What in the hell were you thinking? You said that you wanted to make things right between us. How did you expect us to do that if you were dead?"

" But I'm not…I'm alive."

" Don't try to reason with me right now. You tried to wrestle a gun away from a man that had already shot you. Meredith had to revive you…twice. Do you know what that was like for me? To watch you literally die and my best friend bring you back to life? Twice? Do you know what that's like?" Cristina paused as she choked back tears.

Owen. I felt like I was dying right along with you. I felt as if my heart had been ripped out of my chest. We're far from perfect, but you're my person. Your damned savior complex almost cost us everything though. We were supposed to be discussing our future. I wasn't supposed to be haunted with the possibility of planning your funeral. You can't do shit like this if you want us to try and be together." Owen opened his mouth in an attempt to respond, but was quickly dismissed as Cristina hurried out of the room.

" I'll go after her…if I can find her," Meredith volunteered.

" I think I have an idea of where she'll be."


" Cristina?" Meredith called out as she found herself walking through the maze of hallways in the hospital's basement. She quickly spotted the sign Owen had instructed her to look for, an arrow pointing her towards the air vents.

" Cristina?" she asked again as she approached a door and knocked. When there was no response, Meredith entered the room.

" What in the?" Cristina whirled around from her spot on the vent.

" What are you doing here?" she asked as Meredith shut the door.

" Owen sent me. What is this place?"

" Don't talk. Just wait," Cristina instructed as she pulled Meredith over to where she was standing. Meredith shot Cristina a skeptical look as a gust of air rushed through the vent. The look was soon replaced with one of pure glee and amazement.

" That was…how did you find this place?" Meredith asked as the air abruptly stopped.

" Owen. He brought me here shortly after he came back from Iraq. It kind of became our place. The vent…it clears your head. As Owen put it, it's out of time, out of space."" Cristina explained as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

" What are you doing?"

" I'm resisting the urge to run upstairs and hurt him. He seems so…nonchalant about it all."

" You do have to remember he's coming off the meds he was given yesterday so he's still a little doped up."

" Since when are you the voice of reason? Owen went and got himself shot. He almost died and he's up there trying to apologize to me like he ate the last slice of pizza or something."

" It's not like he did it on purpose or anything. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He didn't go looking for some random guy to shoot him. The fact that he tried to beat up the gunman and then tackle him after he had already been shot was pretty dumb though."

" Stupid savior complex," Cristina muttered.

" All I'm saying is to try and cut him a break. He was in a coma for almost four days. Between that and the fact you've had Shane babysitting him for over twenty four hours should be enough misery to last him for awhile."

" This baby is making you all insightful and sappy," pointed out Cristina as she and Meredith walked towards the door.

" Wait a minute…is this how you burnt your arm that one time?" Meredith asked as she stopped and her eyes fell upon a group of metal pipes against the wall near the door. Even in the darker room, Meredith could see her friend's cheeks turn a faint shade of red.

" It beats the on-call room."


" Where's Happy?" Cristina asked as she entered Owen's room sometime later.

" Avery came a little bit ago and took him. Something about him doing scut in the ER," Owen responded as Cristina took a seat beside his bed.

" I'm still pissed at you," she replied, avoiding his eyes.

" I deserve it," mumbled Owen

" I'm not going to argue with you there," Cristina responded as she stifled a yawn.

" You should go get some sleep."

" I'm fine here. This chair and I have become good friends this past week," she explained as she attempted to arrange her body into a comfortable position.

" That can't be comfortable," Owen pointed out.

" It will do," Cristina replied as she watched Owen carefully scooted himself over in the bed.

" Get in," he prompted as he gently patted the space beside him.

" Are you sure? I don't want to hurt…"

" I'll be fine. Just don't roll over in the middle of the night onto my chest," he said with a grin. She shot him a brief, apprehensive look before she slipped off her shoes and cautiously climbed in beside him under the blankets. Owen quickly muffled a groan as her weight caused the bed to shift.

" I've missed this," she murmured as she nestled her head gingerly on his shoulder.

" Me too. See you in the morning," Owen replied as he did his best to plant a kiss on Cristina's forehead.

I love you," he whispered as her soft snores filled the room. With that, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.