Thank you thank you thank you for your lovely and beautiful reviews! And a big and special thank you to those who defended my story against that hateful guest reviewer.

To that reviewer: I respect your opinion. You don't like Cristina _and maybe even hate her_ and I respect that. I can't ask you not to read Cristina stories though, that's again you decision and I respect that. But please take into consideration that this story _and almost all stories tagged "Cristina Yang"_ are written for people who likes her. So however stupid and crappy this story sounds to you, you should keep your words to yourself. Because this stupid story is written for people who actually like it. (Also. I'm sure even Shonda Rhimes is not that cruel to place Cristina on another crashing plane again. So why would I do that?)

Anyways.

Now to those lovely readers: Enjoy the 7th chapter :).

"You're usual one?" asked the Starbucks clerk.

"Yup!" Cristina answered and put the money on the counter. After a minute, she picked up her muffin and black coffee and started to walk towards the hospital. She was going to check on her patient and eat her lunch there and then, if the patient didn't need anything, would go back to the hotel. That sounded like a pleasant job to her. She was both on a kind of vacation and both at work and it really sounded pleasant for two weeks.

"Good morning Dr. Yang!" said one of the interns as he saw her walk in the hospital. Smiling, Cristina nodded. Sipping on her coffee, she went in the elevator and pushed the button for the attendings' lounge's floor. But, before the doors closed, someone stopped them and stepped inside.

"Dr. Yang! Good mourning!"

"Dr. Ross," she acknowledged, smiling, "good morning!"

"Your patient is in very good conditions. I took very good care of her last night, though she barely can speak English, but I understood what she needed," he said, smiling.

"Oh good!" she said, nodding. "I'll go check on her in a few."

"Alright," he nodded. Then, the elevator stopped and the doors opened for him to go out. "See you later."

Cristina nodded and took the last sip of her coffee and then looked out of the elevator, waiting for the doors to close. It was then, when the doors were about close, that she noticed a pair ocean blue eyes staring at her and then, the doors closed.

Cristina just stared at the closed door, eyes opened wide, frozen. Her blood had gone cold and her heart had stopped beating. She was so busy being in shock that she didn't realize the elevator had reached her level, until she noticed the doors closing again. She gulped hard and put a foot in between the doors, making them reopen, and then stepped out. She, still, was not breathing and her heart was not beating.

She started walking, not towards the lounge, but towards the nearest on-call room she remembered was on that floor. She'd just seen him, after 5 years.

Had she just seen him? Had she just seen him? Had she just seen him?

Her mind was racing and her heart was beating so fast, it almost felt like it wasn't beating.

As soon as she found the on-call room, she turned the knob and rushed in, closing and locking the door behind her.

Had she just seen him? Had she just seen him? Had she just seen him? After 5 years?

5 years. She'd worked on herself for 5 years. She'd wanted herself, asked herself, pleaded with herself, and forced herself to just move on, to just forget him. She had worked so hard on herself to get herself accustomed to his absence in her life.

5 years. She'd missed him every single day of those 5 years, and she'd worked so hard to keep herself together from falling apart.

She banished every memory they'd ever made, hoping this'd help her forget. She wanted to forget he ever stepped in her life, he ever happened, he ever pulled her icicle out and kissed her abruptly and promised her 40 years, while thinking how beautiful she was.

And every time she thought she'd finally succeeded to forget him, he would come back, haunting her soul. And she would… fall apart again.

She had worked so hard on herself and still, with just one glance, just one time seeing him, she'd found herself on an on-call room bed, trembling, fighting tooth and nail and to keep herself from breaking apart.

She was trembling, trying hard not to let herself fall apart again. But she knew, so well, that she'd finally breakdown.

She could feel a hell loud of pressure on her chest; it was almost crushing her non-beating heart. She could actually and physically feel it. It was painful. It felt like a huge amount of explosive, threatening to explode at any time.

She was trembling so hard, probably because of the overloud of physical, painful pressure. She didn't know what to do. All she knew was that she had to let it… explode. It had to explode outwardly, or it'd do inwardly and it would kill her like internal infection.

She knew, she couldn't take it anymore. It physically was pressuring on her chest, so painfully. She had to let it explode. She'd fought so hard, for 5 years, not to let herself fall apart, but now, she had to let it happen.

So she did it. She let explode and it did explode. And as every explosion comes with a sound, the sound of her loud sob echoed in the room.

After half an hour, Cristina walked out of the ladies' room _she'd washed her face and had freshened up. She, then, went to the lounge. Like every day, ignoring people's stare, she went and changed to her scrubs and then walked out, going to her patient's room. Have gone through every day's routine, then, she handed the chart to the nurse and went to change to her clothes and to end her 3-hour workday.

"Cristina!" she heard someone exclaim and turned around to see the little girl.

"Oh, Crissa," she said, a smile lighting up her face, "Hello!"

"Are you going home?"

"Yup, I am."

"Oh so I got a chance to see you before you leave," the little girl said, smiling sweetly.

"That's true," Cristina said, smiling as well.

"Will you wait here? I really like you to meet my dad," she said, trying to convince her with her smiles.

Cristina sighed. She really liked to go back to her hotel room soon, so she'd be able to take a shower and just sleep. She, though, finally gave in. "Alright," she said, "I'll stay here and you can go bring him here."

"Yay!" she said, smiling widely and rushed to go and find her father, and Cristina just stood there, smiling to herself.

"Daddyyyyyyy!" Crissa exclaimed, tugging on his lab coat.

"What's wrong, Crissa?" he asked, frowning slightly.

"She's here! You gotta come and meet her!"

"Who?"

"My adulthood! Cristina!"

Owen stood still. "Oh, her…" he said quietly. "That might not be a good idea, Crissa, you know."

"Daddy," she whispered, "Please?"

"Crissa… it's… not a good idea."

"But, please."

Owen sighed. He knew who he was gonna confront. He'd seen her once that day in the elevator and he'd almost fallen apart. He never thought seeing her, again, would do that to him. He wasn't sure if he could face her for the second time that day. He would definitely do, though, the next day, but not that day. In the other hand, though, he didn't want to break his little daughter's glassy heart. Sighing again, he nodded. "Alright."

"Yay!" she said ,smiling happily, and grabed his hand to lead him to where Cristina was.

"But why do insist on me meeting her so much?" he asked on the way.

"You said there never can be a woman as beautiful as my mother. I haven't seen my mother, but you said I look like her. And I look like Cristina too, so… maybe she is somehow as beautiful as my mother."

Owen looked down at her, sighing again. "Right," he said quietly. "She may… be."

"Cristina!" she exclaimed again, making Cristina turn around. "Daddy, meet Cristina, my adulthood. Cristina, meet my dad."

Hope you enjoyed this chapter! :) Another cliffhanger! Muhahahaha!

And the next chapter is gonna be a flashback one, telling Owen's story after Cristina departure. :)

Please let me know, in your reviews, how you liked this chapter. :)