A/N: Hey guys! I was blown away by your response to the first chapter. I never expected so many readers or reviews for my first story. So without further ado, I give you Chapter 2.

Chapter 2: Avoiding the devil

Owen was worried sick. His hand was still enclosed in Cristina's tight grasp as her breathing became erratic. Cristina's chest constricted as she stared straight ahead, Preston Burke was back, she couldn't breathe properly.

"Owen..."

She whimpered. Owen couldn't figure out what was causing her to react like this, feeling helpless, he quickly dragged her into the nearest consult room. Remembering the technique she had used on him when he met his ex-fiancee, Beth, he wrapped his arms around Cristina tightly, trying his best to support and comfort her.

"Shh, my love. Shh. I've got you, you're safe."

He rocked her back and forth as she breathed into his neck. Eventually her breathing slowed down and she wrapped her arms around him, squeezing his waist. Owen felt water trail down his neck and he pulled away slightly, shocked and surprised to see his wife crying. Tears dripped down her face at a slow but steady pace. Her teary face stabbed him deep in his heart as he felt the pain that his wife was feeling. They were connected this way, like they were soul mates.

"Cristina, please. Tell me what's wrong, love. Let me help you."

"He...H-he left me. At the altar. He left me."

She gasps, trying to speak but unable to stop her tears. She didn't want him to see her cry over him. He wasn't the one she needed anymore. Owen was the only one. The only one who knew her, saw her and loved her the way she was. The only one she needed and wanted.

Owen was confused. Though Cristina had told him about Burke before, it hadn't crossed his mind yet that she was talking about him.

"Who, Cristina? Who left you? I'll never leave you. You know that. Even if they shoot me, I'll never leave your side."

Cristina grimaced at the thought of him getting shot, remember the time when he really did. When the bullet had tore straight through his shoulder, because of Gary Clark. She pushed that thought from her mind and tried to focus on them now.

"Burke. He left me at the alter. He left me."

Sudden realization hit Owen as the air was forced out of his lungs. Why would she be thinking about Preston Burke? Was she doubting them? Their relationship?

"Honey, Burke isn't here anymore. It's me, just me. Unless-"

"No!"

She cut him off immediately.

"No. I need you. I want you. Nobody else. We're always going to be together, I promised you. I'm not having second thoughts. I love you."

He smiled at her confession, amazed by how far they have come in their relationship.

"I love you too. I always have and always will. I promise."

"Good. Don't ever think like that ever again. I'm never leaving you."

"But...Preston Burke?"

Cristina could see that he was still very confused and realized that she hadn't told him why she had mentioned him.

"I saw him...outside. He was talking to Richard. I never wanted to see him in my life, ever again and now he's back. What is he doing back? Why is he even here? He can't come back, he can't. I don't want him here. What if tries to get in the way of our relationship? No! I won't let him. He can't. He left me. I hate him. I love you."

She was ranting now, pacing the restricted room in which she realized was the consult room that Owen and her had shared their first kiss. When he had pulled her icicle out from her chest. Her hands pulled at her hair as Owen watched her with mild amusement, a small chuckle managed to escape him. Cristina immediately turned and faced him, glaring.

"You think this is funny? Really, Owen? At a time like this?"

Owen immediately replaced his amused face with one of mock seriousness. He shook his head and stood at attention, like his was in the military again.

"No, ma'am."

He answers, causing Cristina to laugh because of his military posture. He relaxed again and pulled her towards him. Sitting down, he placed Cristina in between his legs, all joking aside as he wiped her face dry with his hands.

"Baby, I'll never let anything happen to us. We'll never let anything happen to us. I promise you. I don't know why he is here, or what he wants, but I know that we love each other and no matter what, we will fight to be with each other. Okay?"

She smiled at him and nodded her head.

"Now where is this Preston Burke?"

He asked, now on full alert.

"Just outside, to the left. He was talking to Richard when I saw him just now."

Owen stood up, holding her hand in his and cracked open the door. He stuck his head out and craned it towards the left, straining to see Burke. There he was, leaning casually against his chair as he talked to some of the nurses. Dr Webber stood next to him looking at his charts. Burke was dressed in scrubs and a lab coat. That is unusual, why was he dressed like this? Owen retreated from the door and close it, turning around to face Cristina.

"He's still out there."

"I don't want to meet him. I can't, he left me. Not that I care about him anymore, but I just can't see him."

"It's okay, love. I understand. We won't talk to him, okay?"

"Okay. Love you."

Cristina felt privilege that she has such a understanding husband, one that does not run at the sight of her ex-fiancee.

"Now, do you want me to go out there and kick his ass?"

She laughed. If only he would. But he couldn't, he's the chief, he couldn't act like her overprotective husband in the hospital.

"As much as I love for you too, I don't think it's appropriate."

"Why not?"

He nudged her with his hip, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"You're the chief of surgery, Owen."

"So? That means I get to do as I want."

"Tempting, but no. I would rather y-"

Her pager went off before she could finish her sentence. Pulling it from her scrub pants, she checked the message. It was her trauma patient. He was coding.

"I've got to go. Emergency. I'll see you later?"

"Okay. I love you. Go, I'll do my best to keep him away from you."

She leaned down to give him a quick kiss as they made their way to the door. Owen walked out first, making sure to block her from Burke's view. She squeezed his hand, telling him silently that she would see him later as she ran the opposite direction, towards her patient.

"Dr. Hunt!"

Owen heard Richard call out to him. Hiding the annoyed look from his face, he plastered a fake smile on and walked towards Burke and Richard.

"Dr. Webber. Something you needed?"

He tried to be polite and 'get-to-the-point', wanting to get away from Burke as far as possible. Even if he had told Cristina it doesn't matter- it really doesn't- he still didn't want to have any contact with the man who had hurt his wife.

"Yes, Dr Hunt. This is Dr Burke, our former head of Cardio."

"So I've heard."

Owen didn't reach out to shake his hand or compliment his work, instead offering a cool and curt nod of his head. Burke studied him, looking him up and down, trying to size him up. Owen snickered at that thought, he didn't stand a chance against him. He was a former Major, he knew how to take down a person if necessary.

"Nice to meet you, Dr Hunt."

"You too, Dr Burke. Was there anything I c-"

"So, what are you? New head of Neuro? Ortho? Or did you replace me?"

He was starting to get on Owen's nerve. He had better be smart enough not to try anything and thank God that Hunt had the patience of a saint.

"I'm the head of Trauma."

"Ah, trauma, not as challenging as Cardio, for sure."

Owen shrugged, he didn't want to start anything or cause any trouble. It annoyed him, sure, that he could think any less of what he does when in reality without trauma, half the cardio patients wouldn't be here today.

"He's also the new chief of surgery."

Richard added. Owen felt proud as he saw the look of surprise cross Burkes face. He knew the story of how Burke was promise chief but never got it. To see that Hunt had beat him to it was pouring salt onto his wound. Burke cleared his throat and decided to change the subject.

"Well, Dr. Hunt. I'm sure you are a great doctor and everything, but I'm not looking for you. I'm looking for another Dr Hunt, a female. I believe she is your wife?"

"As a matter of fact, she is. Who are you here for? My wife is currently in a emergency surgery with a patient of hers, perhaps I could direct you to the room of the patient you are here to visit?"

He had intentionally left out the fact that Cristina was his wife, not wanting to draw attention to her and trying to protect her.

"Visit? Well, Dr Hunt, you are mistaken. I'm here for work, not for visit. One of my previous patients, Mr Hopkins, was admitted a few days ago. Chief Webber here and your wife took care of his case and the patient had requested that I came back to seattle grace hospital and take over his case, until he is discharged that is."

Owen could feel the anger rise in him. The way Burke had disregarded the fact that he was now Chief and Webber no longer was made him want to stuff his fist down his throat and clean his ears out with his own blood.

"It's Grey Sloan memorial hospital now and things have changed. I'm the chief, so I would appreciate if someone told me before they transferred a doctor over here."

He glared at both Burke and Webber.

"Uh- Sorry, Dr Hunt, I just thought that-"

Richard tried to apologize but Owen knew that he couldn't blame him, even if he wanted to. Webber was just following a patients orders.

"It's okay, Dr Webber. What the patients wants, the patients get, right? Next time however, I would prefer you informed me, you are no longer chief, may I kindly remind you."

He smiled politely at him and turned to face Burke again.

"You can stay. But for your case and your case only. If you interfere with the work of my attendings or resident, you will catch the first plane out of here. Do you understand?"

Owen threatened him, slipping into Major mode rather than Doctor Mode. Burke ignored his threatening attitude and nodded his head lazily, uncaringly. Owen clenched his hands, forming fists, but knew that it would be irrational to attack him. Nodding his head to acknowledge the two doctors, he turned swiftly and walked away.

Cristina had been pulled back into surgery when her trauma patient coded. One of his graphs had ruptured again and she had to repair it. This took quite a few hours and Cristina was grateful as it meant that she could hide from Burke. As the surgery ended, Cristina went to look for Meredith. She needed to talk to her friend. With only a few hours left of her shift, she walked towards the general surgery wing of the hospital. There, she saw Meredith talking to McDreamy who was carrying Zola. Cristina was happy for her friend, she had finally found the life that she wanted and had settled into it. As she watched Meredith from a distance, she realized that one day, she wanted to give Owen what he so desperately wanted. A family. Seeing Meredith become a mother with Zola only made her realize that she wanted a family and regretted aborting their child. It made her realize that she wanted a child of her own. Maybe the old Cristina wouldn't have, but things change, she changed.

Sighing, she walked over to Meredith, gently bumping her with her shoulders.

"Hey, you."

Derek nodded a greeting at Cristina as she approached. Cristina leaned over and kissed Zola on the cheek, smiling when she babbled a hello at her.

"I was just bringing Zola home. Bye, Meredith, see you in the morning?"

"Mhmm. Love you."

"Love you too."

"Bye bye, Zola. Mommy loves you."

Meredith leaned over and kissed both Derek and Zola. Derek picked up Zola's daycare bag and walked towards the lift.

"So, what's up? How was your trauma guy?"

"Meh, he's stable. I was pulled into a emergency surgery just now cause his graph ruptured, but I managed to- Shit! Run!"

Cristina spotted Burke walking into the General wing and she grabbed Meredith's hand as they ran away from the danger, through the halls and finally stopping behind a wall.

"What was that?"

Meredith asked, breathless.

"Burke's back."

"Burke's b- What?!"

Meredith looked at her, wide-eyed.

"He's back?"

"Yeah."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Meredith was lost for words, she didn't know what to say.

"Well...how are you? How do you feel?"

Cristina shrugged.

"I have Owen, Burke was the past. The bad past. I have Owen now, he's all I need."

Meredith smiled. She could see the change in her friend and knew that Owen Hunt was the only man that could have changed her this way. It was a good change, not like the one with Burke, where he changed her into the woman he wanted her to be. Owen help her realize that she could have both, surgery and love. He changed her into the woman she truly was.

"Good, good. That's good."

Meredith approved.

"Yeah, Owen's making sure that I have minimal contact with him, he knows I don't want to see him. Shit, Burke's coming this way."

Meredith knew she had to help her.

"I'll run interference, you...run!"

Cristina laughed as she backed away from the wall, jogging in the opposite direction.

"I owe you one! Thanks, Mer!"

Cristina wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck, shivering from the cold. Her shift had just ended and she was now waiting for Owen at the ambulance bay. She couldn't wait to go home and just cuddle with him. Well, maybe a little more than just cuddle.

"Dammit, where is he?"

She muttered under her breath. He was running a bit late and Cristina was starting to get real cold. She wanted her nice warm bed and his body heat. She pulled out her pager and dialed his number, urging him to hurry up.

"Cristina?"

"There you ar-"

She turned around and her blood ran cold, her words stuck in her throat. There stood Preston Burke, staring at her, his hands reaching out halfway like he wanted to touch her but was unsure of how to react.

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