A/N: Hey guys! Again, you guys are amazing. Please keep the love coming! This chapter was hard to write as I needed to keep things cool when really all I want to do is for badass Major Hunt to show up and beat the ever living crap out of Burke. But if I did that, there would be no story line left! I tried my best though, you guys will get a little beating up Preston, but only a real little. Warning, the following chapter contains swearing. Chapter 3, my friends!

Chapter 3: Meeting the devil

Cristina Yang-Hunt felt like she was frozen on the spot. She couldn't move, talk or even run away even if all her instincts were telling her to do so. The painful memories of her past replayed themselves in her mind as she stared at the person in front of her. The person who had took little pieces of her away from her a bit by bit. The person who then left her at the altar without a proper explanation. The person who she thought she was in love with but now hated.

Preston Burke was unsure of how to approach the woman in front of him. When he boarded his designated plane that brought him here, he knew that returning to seattle grace was more than just for a case. He wanted her back. He regretted leaving her at the altar, even if it seemed like the right idea then. He thought that he could win her back, apologize and maybe then everything would be the same and they could get married. That this time they would make it to the altar, but as he stared at the woman in front of him, he could no longer see the Cristina Yang he had made her into. That's no problem, he thought, I can teach her again, make her into the perfect wife for me.

"Cristina."

He said, taking a step forward with outstretched arms.

"No."

She said forcefully, shaking her head. Burke was taken a back. He could feel the slight annoyance building up inside him along with the anger. He was used to it, it happened every time she didn't listen to him, every time she would disobey him.

"Cristina."

He tried again, adding a more commanding tone into his voice.

"What the fuck do you want, Burke?"

She asked in distaste, her tone stirring up even more anger and annoyance in him. How dare she speak to him in that tone, he had never allowed her to do so when they were together.

"Do not speak to me like this, Cristina."

"You fucking bastard, you don't own me. I can speak to you in whatever damned way I want to."

"I said to watch your mouth, Yang!"

He bellowed, smiling in delight as she took a timid step back, intimidated by his reaction.

"Fuck you, you left me at the altar, a clean break. What more do you want?"

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Sorry?"

She scoffed.

"Sorry my ass, Burke. That doesn't change anything. I don't need you anymore, I've got everything I ever needed right here."

A million questions flashed across Burke's mind. What does she mean? Has someone replaced him in her heart? Little did he know that he was no longer in her heart.

"I came back for you. I expect you to be at least a little grateful that I still want you, Yang."

"Grateful? Grateful? Fuck you, Burke. To think that I still want you, you're so naive. And stop calling me Yang bastard, things have changed, I'm no longer just a Yang."

Cristina snickered when she saw Burke completely freeze up. His mouth fell open, jaw slack as he was lost for words. She could see the surprise dancing around in his eyes. Then, without warning, he reached forward and grabbed her arms with both hands. She could feel his fingers digging into her skin with alarming force as she struggle and tried to escape his grasp. He began to shake her back and forth, as if it would draw some answers out of her or shake some sense into her. He was yelling at her but she couldn't make out what he was saying. Trying to escape desperately, she began pounding him in the chest with her fist, trying to push him back but to no extent.

"Cristina!"

Cutting straight through the haze that had formed around her head, she could hear his voice, Owen's voice and she knew that she was saved. Burke's weight was suddenly thrown off her and she felt Owen push her behind his back. He took a defensive stance in front of her, making sure to body block Burke from his wife. She leaned forward a little, sneaking a glance from behind Owen. Burke was thrown a good 2 meters away from where they stood and had landed with a sounding thud on his back.

Stunned, Burke stood up unsteadily as he brushed himself off. He could already feel the bruise forming on his back. He looked up, curious as to who had thrown him onto the floor and was thoroughly surprised to see Dr Hunt standing in front of him. What shocked him even more was Hunt's deadly glare and threatening body stance. If looks could kill, Burke would without a doubt be dead by now. Hunt's eyes were glued onto him, predicting his every move, his nostrils flared slightly, his jaw clenched tight, lips curled into a deadly sneer. He stood protectively in front of Cristina, one hand held her back as the other formed into a fist, ready to attack at anytime. Burke's annoyance for the trauma guy grew even more.

"Dr. Hunt, you have no business here. This is between me and Dr Yang."

Even though Burke had thought it was impossible for him to do so, Owen's face turned even more deadly. He moved to take a swing at him but was stopped by Cristina. Immediately, his facade changed from one of deadly to loving. He turned around to face her, completely forgetting that Burke was even there.

"Honey, don't."

Cristina reached for his hand, intertwining their fingers. Owen looked down at her with those ridiculously effective puppy eyes of his.

"But he was hurting you."

He protested, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

"It's not worth it. He's not worth it. I don't want you to get hurt or lose your job."

Owen signed but nodded in agreement. Burke was mad. He could see immediately that Cristina's and Dr. Hunts relationship was more than just coworkers.

"Yang! What are you doing? Get away from him, now! He's married for Gods sake!"

Cristina diverted her attention from her husband to Burke.

"Bastard, I told you to stop calling me Yang. It's Yang-Hunt now, are we clear?"

There, she did it. She had announced it loud and clear. She was no longer a Yang, but a Hunt. She needed him to know that it was no longer him she needed, it was Owen. She wanted him to know that she was happily married and didn't need him barging in here and ruining things. Burke stood there shell shock. His expression was of one between stoned and murderous. He should've felt like he was stabbed in the heart, should have felt like his world was ending, but instead he only felt anger. That itself was good enough to prove that he had never truly loved her.

"HIM?! You married HIM?!"

"Yes, you son of a bitch. Him. I married the love of my life."

"Love of your life. His wife. You're his wife."

He felt dizzy, the floor was now spinning but it wasn't because of despair, it was because of the overwhelming anger he felt.

"Cristina is my wife. She's mine. You keep your filthy hands off her, fucker or I promise you will never see the light of day again."

Owen threatened him. He had returned into his defensive stance, he vowed to protect her, so he will. A guttural roar escaped Burke as he lunged forward, fist out, trying to strike Owen. Owen's reaction was quicker, remember Cristina's request that he not hurt himself or lose his job, he took a huge step back, pushing Cristina with him. Burke fell short and nearly landed on the floor at his blind attempt to attack Hunt. Owen could feel and hear slight giggling behind him and twisted his head slightly to look at Cristina who was laughing silently. Owen looked at her, eyebrows raised in humor and surprise that she could laugh at a time like this. He nudged her slightly, wanting in on the joke. She looked up at him and smiled.

"Stupid man, he just tried to attack my Major."

"Damn right he is."

Owen cracked a smile at her, feeling loved at the way she had called him 'her' major. He focused his attention back at the man who was slowly regaining his balance, readying himself for anything Burke could throw at him. However, before Burke could charge at him again, two hands grabbed him from behind and restricted him from doing any more irrational things. It was Dr Webber. He had seen from the start how Hunt had protected Yang from Burke. He knew that when he had mentioned his wife, he didn't mention Cristina's name because he was trying to protect her and he was smart enough not the mess up his intentions. Even though he technically should have been punished for not informing Hunt about the transfer, he had been kind enough to let him off the hook. Webber felt that he owed Hunt one.

"Calm down, Preston. Walk away."

"Dammit, let me go!"

Richard started to pull Burke back into the hospital as he struggled to pull away from him, wanting to connect his fist with Owen's face at least once. Richard Webber may be a old guy, but he sure as hell doesn't have the strength of one. He managed to pull Burke back into the hospital without trouble.

"Go home, Hunts!"

Webber told them just as the door closed. Owen looked at the entrance then back at Cristina, a small smile lingering on his lips. She looked back up at him, wrapping her arms around him.

"My hero."

She claimed before lifting herself up on her tiptoes and capturing his lips with hers for a thanking kiss. He pulled her even tighter to him, his hands finding their own way to her hair as he tugged at her long black curls. His beard scratched against her face as he dominated her top lip then her bottom lip, licking and sucking with earnest. He opened his mouth and snaked his tongue towards hers as they battled for dominance. He was the one to pull away first, wiping her mouth clean with his thumb as he smiled that special smile reserved for her and her only.

"Let's go home."

R&R if you can! Again, any ideas or prompts you want to see in this story can be suggested and I'll see what I can do! Next chapter will have some sweet loving...I think :D See you soon!