Okay so I've been feeling horrible for not updating this story for so long. I can't offer an excuse, I just haven't really been in the mood for writing. I hate that this chapter is so short, I'll try to make the next one longer. I am determined to finish this story and I can promise you that I will not quit until I've finished this!

I also wrote a one-shot, which I now regret and hate and I am seriously thinking about deleting it, so if you think I shouldn't delete it, feel free to tell me so.

I really hope that someone out there still cares about this fic and has not given up. Thank you 3


Owen stood there, his hand leaning against the open door. He was overwhelmed. His student had just confessed her feelings to him, while his wife stood right behind him.

Honestly, he wanted to run to Cristina's arms and kiss her. He wanted to tell Emma that they need a divorce, that he was falling for his student. He wanted to move away, start a new life, father Cristina's children and buy that dog with that stupid name. He wanted to get married on June 15th and buy them a house from the suburbs.

But he knew that he wouldn't do that. Because this was real life. This was not a movie. He knew that in the end they would probably get tired of each other. Owen knew that they would never live a perfect life. There would be obstacles and fights. And someday their dog would die and everybody would be really emotional and they would say things that they don't mean. And a month later their lawyers would be fighting about who gets the kids for thanksgiving.

Their survival rate was practically like 1%. This was supposed to be just sex, at least for Owen. Would Cristina be hurt if he said that he didn't know her? Or would she be fine, and they could continue their secret affair?


Cristina was nervous. She did'n know if he would say something. She stared at his wife, in a towel, right behind him. It was obvious that they were back together.

A part of her wanted to jump into his arms and tell him how she missed him and how she needed to be with him, tell his wife to pack her things and leave.

But she knew she couldn't. She hadn't actually thought about what she would do after she had confessed her feelings. Well, in the back of her mind she had hoped that he would pull her inside the house and they would have to hot, very hot makeup sex.

She saw the hesitation on his face, and then it turned into a sad look. She knew what that meant. He didn't have to speak, his eyes did that for him. She decided that now would be the time to say something, before Owen's wife could say anything. "You are not Brad?" She made up a fake name, trying to save this situation by pretending that she had the wrong house.

"No. I'm not Brad, Cristina," Owen stared into her eyes.

"What is going on? Do you two know each other?" Emma asked, very confused.

Owen's face froze, he had no idea what to say. Cristina caught his look and knew exactly what to say. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. This is so awkward. I'm actually his student," Cristina said, pointing at Owen. "I'm looking for my boyfriend and I must have mistaken because this is apparently not his house," Cristina laughed a bit, trying to cover the awkward silence.

The look on Owen's face told it all. It was saying that he really cared about Cristina, and really wanted to be with her. But if he had to choose, he would choose his wife.

"I'm really sorry for disturbing. I'm gonna go now," Cristina breathed out and turned around, walking away from him.

Owen slammed the door and turned to look at his wife. "That was weird," he chuckled, hoping that his wife wouldn't suspect anything.

Emma first thought that it was an honest mistake. But why would a student's boyfriend live in a such an expensive neighborhood? Unless he was an older guy. "She's pretty," Emma tried to force a reaction out of her husband.

Owen tried to look confused. He knew she was more than beautiful but it's not like he could just tell that to his wife. "Umm- Yeah I guess so," Owen chuckled coyly. "I'm going to take a shower and after that we'll talk about us. Okay?" He asked, forcing a smile.

"Yeah okay." Emma nodded and descended into the living room.


"Cristina, could I please see you in my office?" He asked. There were about three people besides his favorite student in the lecture room.

"I'm sorry. I don't have time," Cristina answered with a sarcastic smile on her face.

Owen knew that she was just mad about not answering to her feelings right away. "Make time. It's really important." He was using his professional voice to avoid the other students suspicions.

"I'm sorry professor Hunt but I don't give a shit." She picked up her book and left, leaving the other students flabbergasted.

Owen raised his eyebrows in surprise. He didn't know that Cristina would be that mad.

Owen looked at the other students, who seemed intrigued. He cleared his throat, and ran after her.

"Excuse me!" He shouted after her, but she just kept her pace. "Go fuck yourself!" She screamed back, reviewing some glances from the people on the hallway.


For two weeks, he tried everything. He was desperate. He had tried calling her, texting her. He had tried to talk to her at school, but he was scared that the other students might find out if he was too obvious.

Then he had given up. That didn't pass Cristina's attention. She was insulted that he stopped running after her.

They had only two weeks before their christmas brake, and he really wanted to sort things out with Cristina before that.


Owen looked up from his laptop, and saw his student looking at him at his doorway. He didn't really know what to say. He felt miserable because she had been avoiding him, but he was also angry because she had been avoiding him for no apparent reason.

"Are you coming in?" He asked, leaning back against his chair and clenching his fingers around the armrests.

Cristina stepped in and slowly closed the door behind her. She raised her head up to face him. She took a deep breath. "I'm sorry that I've been avoiding you," she said and dropped her bag on the floor. "But on my defense, you have been avoiding me too." She added.

"Okay." He wasn't sure how to answer.

"I mean it. I miss you," She pleaded, stepping closer. "And I just thought that maybe you..."

He cut her sentence. "You thought that I would just walk out on my wife?"

"I..."

"Cristina. You are my student. Don't you get it?" He laughed. "I care about you. I really do. But it's inappropriate."

"That's stupid. Can't we just be together?" Cristina asked. "Are you still together with your wife?" Her voice was unsteady.

Owen hesitated for a minute. "No," he answered.

Cristina knew that she had just ruined a marriage, but she was happy. As happy as she could be. She smiled. "That's brilliant, now we can be together!"

"No we can't," he raised his voice.

"Why the hell not? This is our chance!" She tried.

"Because we can't!" He shouted.

Cristina leaned back against the door. "Why?"

Owen took a deep breath. "She found out."

Cristina panicked. "What do you mean? Who?" She enquired.

"My wife," Owen answered. "My wife knows."

"Wh-what?" She mumbled. "How does she know?"

"She umm- She figured it out. I couldn't deny it after she confronted me about it. She said that she'd keep her mouth shut if I'd never see you again. For your sake. She doesn't want to cause a scandal."

"You have got to be kidding me." Cristina buried her head in her hands.

"I'm sorry but I can't see you, Cristina."

"There has to be a way we can make this work!" Cristina could feel her eyes getting wetter every second.

Owen closed his eyes and swallowed. "Cristina. This was just a fling. Can't you see that?" He stood up and wandered around the desk. "I think you are just taking this too seriously. I know girls usually tend to-"

"Excuse me? You think I'm hung up on you because you tied me to your bed and had your way with me?" She laughed. "I can't believe that I actually thought that you would be different."

"I am different! I took you to Mexico and everything," he fired back.

Cristina calmed her nerves down before asking him, "Why did you take me to Mexico?"

"What does it matter?" He replied with a question.

"Please just answer the question," she wiped a tear from her cheek.

He tilted his head to look directly into her eyes. "I took you to Mexico so we could enjoy ourselves," he said with a calm reassuring voice.

Cristina picked her bag from the floor. "So you basically took me there to use me as your sex toy." She reached the handle of the door.

He rushed to her, and covered her hand on the door handle with his own. "Cristina, you know that that is not true."

She stared down. She was barely capable of formulating sentences. "I thought that I loved you," she quietly admitted. "I guess I was wrong." She wiped another tear. "I wish that we existed in a world where we could be together. But we don't. And we can't be together. Goodbye Owen." She tried to press the handle down but he was fighting against it.

"I can't let you go. Not like this," he said. "Maybe we can't be together now but I'm sure we'll figure something out after you graduate and my divorce is final."

"Let me go," she demanded, pushing Owen from his chest.

But she pushed a little bit too hard, forcing him to lose his balance and hitting his head near the corner of a coffee table, made from glass. The table broke, pieces of glass were everywhere. Cristina's breath came shorter as she searched her phone from her bag in full panic mode.

"911, what's your emergency?"