Some people have said that they want Cristina and Owen to be together. Be patient, and don't hate on Harry please.
"Dr. Yang can I talk to you please."
"Sure" Cristina walked over to where Owen was standing by an on-call room door. The surgery was over and Cristina was updating the guy's chart. "Cristina I think that you and I need to have a serious talk."
"Why have I done anything wrong?" Cristina was confused.
"No, but there is a matter that I think I need to address." Cristina walked into the room, and sat down on a bed as Owen closed the door, and locked it.
"You never said anything." Owen said leaning his back against the door and started to twiddle his thumbs.
"About what?" asked Cristina who knew exactly what he was talking about, but wanted him to say it.
"You know what I mean." Owen looked up, hurt in his eyes.
"No I don't" Cristina gave him and innocent smile.
"Don't mess with me Cristina!" Owen's voice was rising, but Cristina heard the pain in his voice. Owen started to pace across the room. He stopped right in front of Cristina and ran a hand through his red hair. He bent his knees down to her level, and looked into her eyes. Cristina looked back with fierce determination.
She wanted him to say it. She wanted him to tell her to her face what he felt. He broke her heart with the cheating, and ignoring her. She had come back to Seattle after Dr. Thomas had died, but hadn't reconciled with Owen. Instead he gave her the divorce papers, and she signed them without shedding a tear, or asking for a reason. Now here was Owen begging her to come back to him.
"Owen I think you need to remember who divorced who." Cristina said. Owen winced. He knew that that was going to come up, but he was hoping that Cristina would just fall into her arms, but if he knew anything about her, it was that he was going to have to fight for her heart.
"Cristina I did that so you could get the money, and you did. You got 15 million dollars. Please forgive me. Please. I can't keep watching you with that man. He seems like a great guy, but he's not for you. I am for you. I am the one that you were made for. Please see that. Please come back to me."
Cristina stood up. "So you are saying that you did the noble thing. That breaking my heart was noble. I think that you need to consider how I felt. But no you didn't even tell me why you divorced me. I had to hear it from Meredith!"
"Cristina I am so sorry. Please let me make up for it. Let me come back into your life." Cristina sat back down onto the bed, deep in thought. After a few minutes of thinking, Owen was getting nervous. He knew that confronting her was not going to be easy, but watching her for such a long time was torturing him.
Cristina walked up to the door and unlocked it. She started to open it, but closed it. And ran over to Owen and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. Cristina then ran out of the room, leaving Owen in utter shock. Cristina popped her head into the room. "You have one date to convince me that you are right for me." Owen's face broke into a smile.
Owen left the on-call room feeling much better. He was ecstatic; she was going to give him a chance, but only one. The date, he decided, had to be perfect. He was so busy thinking about places that he could bring Cristina that he ran right into some one. "Watch it" Owen said, still lost in thought.
"Sorry sir." It was Harry. Owen kept walking not really realizing whom he had run into. "Sir, Dr. Hunt."
Owen whirled around to face Harry. "Sir I was wondering if I could maybe talk to you about something."
"Sure" said Owen feeling a little uneasy.
"Dr. Hunt, as you are aware I came here to be taught by the best, and you are. So I was wondering if you wanted any help with the research that you are doing now. I totally understand if you don't want me to help, I mean I am just a fellow, but you said it yourself when you were trying to lure me here. I am the best."
"Let me think about it Dr. O'Brien. I will get back to you as soon as I have made a decision." Harry's face lit up at the prospect of working with the great Dr. Hunt. He walked away with a new spring in his step. Owen turned around, his mood dampened by his competitor for Cristina's heart. He quickly opened his phone and sent a text message. He had to take action.
Cristina's phone buzzed. She opened it up to read on text. I will pick you up at 7:30 tomorrow night. Love Owen