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Five years ago…

"Flight AF3209, Air France, just took off and headed to Paris," The information desk of the airport announced and then the sound of the plane, crossing the sky, was heard.

Owen, who had sat at the airport's bar, looked up from his glass single of malt scotch and sighed. "Goodbye Cristina," he whispered as he sighed again. Then, he took the last sip of his drink, paid for it, picked up his coat and started to walk out of the airport.

Cristina Yang, his Damsel in Distress, whom he thought was beautiful, and promised her 40 years just flown out of his life. Was that for real? Because she left for Minnesota too and she came back. Every time he'd think about it, though, he'd conclude it was, really, for real.

His Damsel in Distress, the love of his life, his Cristina. Every time he realized he wouldn't see her everyday anymore, he'd felt like his life had ended. And it had, actually, when the flight AF3209 took off. He knew, from then on, he'd be a ghost. He'd never feel alive again, because… you can't be alive when your heart is not with you. His heart had gone away; it'd flown away from his chest and it was just so painful to feel its absence.

His Damsel in Distress…

Though, he knew it was all his own fault, that he lost her. He didn't fight for her, the way he should've. He didn't fight for her at all. When that storm came and turned their lives upside down, when she said to him that she knew she was not enough for him and walked away, he should've ran after her, stopped her, and told her that she was more than enough for him. She was his heart after all; his Damsel in Distress.

And he started to move on as soon as she asked him too. As soon as she suggested they start dating other people, as if he was waiting for her to give him permission, he jumped for another woman, pretended to be moving on. And why? Because he needed simple.

Then he busied himself with pretending to have moved on so much that she didn't even notice her pained expression whenever she would see him with another woman. He was too busy pretending to have moved on that he didn't realize he was making her feel invisible, non-existence. He didn't realize he was making her think he had forgotten their 5 years.

But he hadn't. He never could. How could he ever, possibly, forget his Damsel in Distress? He was just too busy pretending to move on that he didn't realize that he, instead, could've started to fight for her.

He didn't though. He missed the chances to do that and now… she'd flown away.

Cristina Yang, his Damsel in Distress, whom he thought was beautiful, and promised her 40 years just flown out of his life.

One Week Later

Sighing aloud, Owen signed the last piece of paperwork and closed the file. It was time for him to go home; he had no patient to check on at that time and his paperwork was done. He got up and changed to his street clothes, and then picking up his suitcase and coat, he walked out of his office. As he had exited the hospital building, he stopped. Alternating between looking at the parking lot's direction and then at Joe's bar's for a minute, he finally chose Joe's. After all, he wasn't still so tired to need sleep.

He entered the always crowded bar and went to sit at a corner table.

"Buy you a drink?" he heard someone say, after some minutes, and looked up.

"Emma?" he frowned. "What are you doing here?"

She smiled. "My shift just ended and something told me I'd find you here," she said and sat down at his table. "Well, it's been a while that we haven't spent some time together. You've busied yourself way too much with work. You don't even have time to pick up your phone when I call. I understand, though, I work too."

Owen listened to her and nodded. "Yeah it's crazy at work, lots of trauma, surgery and paperwork," he answered simply.

"Yeah, that must be crazy," she said, smiling. "So to lessen the stress of the previous days, let me buy you a drink. Beer?"

Owen shook his head. "I'll buy one myself, you don't need to…"

"Hey, I want to. Beer?"

He shook his head again. "Scotch… single malt scotch."

"Oh you've got a nice taste," she smiled and then got up to go get their drinks.

Owen sighed. He, actually, had tried to avoid Emma for a week or so. He didn't know what to do about her. She used to be simple for him. He'd chosen her to escape from the complications, but now things with her had got complicated too. Well she was still simple but ever since Cristina left, he realized that he was the complicated one. Being complicated, he would have complicated feeling about his relationship with Emma, who was not complicated. Anyways, all in all, it was, just, complicated.

"Here you are," Emma said as she put the glass of scotch in front of her and sat back down on her chair with a bottle of beer in hand. "So, besides work, what's up?"

"Cristina left the US for Paris, forever, a week ago," the words just flowed. He frowned, surprised by his words. Why would he say this to her, so out of blue?

"Oh…" she said, her smile fading away, as she sipped on her beer. She was unable to speak anymore, as doubts started to cloud her eyesight. "Um… uh… is that why… you're so down?"

He looked up at her and sighed. "Maybe," he nodded, "yes."

"Oh…" she whispered again. "Well after all, she used to be the woman you once loved. It must've been hard… f-for you."

He looked back down at his drink and took a sip of it. "She is the woman I still love, Emma," he said and looked back up at her, sighing.

"I'm sorry?" she asked.

He sighed again. "Look, Emma… I… like you. And I don't want to hurt your feelings, but that's the truth. And it's better if it is revealed now rather than when it's too late."

"I'm sorry, Owen, I don't know where this is going."

"Cristina left. I'm down. I didn't pick up your calls or answer your texts. I am saying I still love her. What does all of it mean, Emma?" he sighed. "I never wanted to break your heart or anything, but I guess I should do it now, so the wounds won't be as deep as they would be if I'd tell you later. I… simply can't do this anymore."

"And…?"

"We shouldn't continue… dating. This… we shouldn't continue this." he sighed again and took one sip of the scotch. "I should do it now. I should break your heart now to prevent a worse heartbreak in the future. I'm sorry. And I don't expect you to forgive me. You're perfect Emma. A perfect woman, but you deserve better than me, because you're not the one for me. I can never love you the way you deserve to be loved."

"Oh…" she whispered. "So you're breaking up with me."

Owen sighed and nodded.

"Ok… then…" she nodded and took a big sip of her beer and then put the bottle down. "I wish you well, Owen." she said and got up, and grabbing her bag, left the bar.

Owen just… sighed.

One week later

"Page me with the results," Callie said as she handed the chart to the resident and went to the nurses' station. Leaning on the counter, she sighed aloud.

"Long day?" Owen asked, looking up from the chart he was updating.

Callie looked at him, and sighing again, nodded. "How're you and Emma doing? Any 'taking it forward'?" She asked. "Please? I need some juicy gossip. My own life is so messed up, so some juicy gossip will help."

Owen chuckled, shaking his head. "Juicy Gossip is not gonna help you any."

"It is though. You never listen to gossip, never follow them and never care so you don't know. But I do. Please?"

Owen sighed. "I broke up with her," he said quietly, looking up at her face, searching for some reaction. He knew Callie liked Emma, so she might not like this.

"What?!" Callie gasped. "Why?"

"It's… complicated."

"I thought Emma was what you needed. 'Simple'. You said it yourself, so how is it complicated?"

"I am the complicated one, so…"

"So what are you gonna do?"

Owen shrugged. "I don't know," he said, "Update this chart."

Callie sighed. "Alright," she said and then went forward patting his shoulder. "Hey, if you ever needed someone to vent on… I've got a messed up and complicated life myself, but I could be a good listener too."

"Thank you," he smiled thankfully.

"Anytime," she said and patted his shoulder again, smiling.

Two months later

Owen took a breath and took a big bite of his burger. It'd been long day. He'd had back to back surgeries and he hadn't had a chance to sit down and he was, also, starving. He could hear a very loud symphony being played in his stomach and this burger was really needed. He sipped on his soda and was about to take another bite of the burger when his pager went off. Mouth open, having been ready to take a bite, Owen stared at the delicious burger and then, putting it down, he sighed. This was so unfair. He deserved this food and it was way too cruel to page him at that time. But he had to put the pager and whatever its matter was, first.

He grabbed the pager and looked at it. It was a page from Robbins, saying he had to go to the peds floor. Sighing again, he wiped his mouth clean and got up, walking out of his office and leaving his dear food behind.

"What's up?" Owen asked, as he spotted Arizona at the nurses' station. She was updating a chart with a pen that had a bunny at the top of it.

She looked up from the chart and smiled slightly. "We have a family-less baby girl, about one year old. Someone's found her in a park and there's no identification with her. As the chief, you needed to know this, and call the social services," she said. "I can't believe how someone can leave their baby in a park, in the middle of the bushes… I examined her; she's pretty healthy. She was just starving to death but now she's fine."

Owen nodded. "Oh, alright. I'll call social services," he said and then, sighed and shook his head. "Yeah some people are unbelievable… though the mother may have had her reasons… but still it's not this baby's fault and it's so unfair to her."

Arizona nodded, sighing as well. "She's pretty cute, though. You can't stop staring at her; you can't get enough of her. She's such a cutie," she said, smiling at the thought of the little girl. "You wanna see her?"

Owen shrugged. "I don't see why not," he said and smiled a bit.

"Alright," she said. She put the last note on the chart and handed it to the nurse and then put the bunny head pen in the pocket of her lab coat. "Let's go, this way," she said, leading him to where the little girl was.

Owen closed the door to the room, as Arizona went forward and looked at the baby, who was fast asleep. Slowly and carefully, not wanting to wake the baby, Owen stepped forward and looked at the little girl. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of her beautiful and cute face. She was an Asian little baby, with a pair of closed almond-formed eyes _he was sure of the beauty of them when they were open_ and with black, curly hair, which was now sweaty and stuck to her head. She was just beautiful.

"Oh… my…" Owen whispered, not able to take his eyes off of the little girl's face. Arizona was right; he couldn't get enough of her beauty and cuteness.

"Told you so…" Arizona whispered back, grinning.

Owen just stared at the little girl. She was all cute and beautiful, but… she was one more thing, as well. Yes, she was so alike his Damsel in Distress, as if she was a mini version of Cristina. That was what had taken his breath away.

He had always thought about what would've happened if Cristina and him had ever stayed together and had finally started to have a family. He'd always pictured their little, happy family and their kid or maybe even kids. He'd always pictured and even dreamed about what their baby would've looked like. And this, this baby was exactly what he'd pictured. She wasn't even alike what he'd pictured, she was exactly that.

He smiled and looked at Arizona. "She'd very cute," he whispered. "So… I have to go… call the social services now," he added and walked out of the room.

One month later

"Dr. Hunt?" Owen heard someone say and turned around to see the man in brown suit.

"Oh, Mr. Bernards," he said, smiling and shaking the man's hand. "Is everything alright?" he asked worried. He'd been waiting to get the news from him finally and now he was personally there, at the hospital. He didn't know if it was a sign for good news or bad.

"More than alright, doctor," he said, smiling. "You should go to exam room number 4, now. Someone is waiting for you there."

"What? Who?" Owen asked, confused.

Mr. Bernards smiled again. "Let's go there, you'll see."

Still frowning and confused, Owen started to follow him to exam room 4. He opened the door and saw an over-smiling Arizona there. As Owen stepped in the room, he stopped still, mouth open, staring at Arizona's little patient.

Mr. Bernards smiled. "Congratulations, Dr. Hunt. She is officially and legally your daughter now. There are some forms that you need to sign and also, for birth certification and other IDs we need a name, today. So you should also decide what you want to name her."

Owen frowned and stared at the little girl on the exam table, then at Arizona and then at Bernards. "I'm sorry… what did you say?"

"She's your daughter Owen!" Arizona said, smiling ear to ear. "She's your daughter!"

"Oh!" Owen said. "Oh? Oh!" he frowned more and then his face broke out to a big smile. "Oh my God! Oh… she's… my… Oh. I can't believe it. Oh God." He seriously could not believe it. After one month of fighting for her and trying to prove to everyone that he would be a good father for that girl, she was finally his. She was his. He gulped hard, and stepped forward, staring down at the little girl. She, also, gave him a huge smile and reached up, showing him she needed a hug. Smiling even more, he picked her up and after kissing each of her cheeks several times, hugged her tight.

Both Arizona and Bernards had huge smiles on their faces as they watched this beautiful scene.

Just then Callie stuck her face in the doorway. "Arizona? Could I get a peds consult?" she asked and then saw the huge smile on her face, then followed the direction of her gaze and found Owen there, hugging the little Asian girl he'd fought to adopt for a month. "Oh she's here?" she asked, a smile ready to light up her face. Every time she'd see Owen with this little girl and how happy he was, Callie couldn't help but smile.

Owen turned around and looked at Callie. "She's my daughter. It's legal now!" he exclaimed in an over-excited tone. "She's my daughter!"

"Oh my God!" Callie almost screamed. "Oh she's finally yours!"

"Yes!"

Bernards, although not so willing to spoil this beautiful scene, had to interrupt them. "So… Dr. Hunt. Let's let Dr. Robbins continue her checkup for her health certification while we do the paperwork?"

Owen looked back at him. "Yeah, yes," he said handing his daughter to Arizona and, although not so willing to leave his daughter even for one second, followed Bernards out of the room. Callie also followed them.

After signing a load of papers, it was finally time to choose a name. It'd been a month that Owen's met this little girl, but he hadn't come up with a name for her. "So what's your choice?" Callie asked, exited.

Owen looked at her and then looked at the direction of the exam room. He remembered the first time ever he'd saw this little girl. She had taken his breath away because she looked so alike Cristina. That was why he'd fallen in an immediate love with this little girl and had wanted to be her father.

It'd been almost 3 months since Cristina's left and he'd tried so hard to forget her. He knew if he didn't finally move on from her, he'd finally break under the pressure of missing her. But still, she was still the love of his life. He wanted his daughter's name, not to be 'Cristina', but something similar to that.

"Crissa," he whispered and then looked back at Callie. "It's Crissa. Crissa Hunt."

"Oh, that's beautiful," she said, smiling and nodding.

Owen turned to Bernards, then. "Crissa Hunt," he said again, "Her name should be Crissa."

Three years later

"Daddy!" four-year-old, little Crissa exclaimed as she saw her dad standing in the doorway of the daycare and ran to him.

Owen chuckled and picked her up, swaying around. "Daddy Missed Crissa so much today," he said, kissing her little, round cheek.

"Crissa missed daddy too," she said and smiled sweetly at him and kissed his cheek.

Owen chuckled and kissed her other cheek. "Alright let's go home"

"Let's!"

He put her down and took her hand and then, the father and daughter walked out of the hospital to the parking lot. Owen seated Crissa in her car seat and fastened the safety belts of the seat. Then, he got in the car and started to drive to their apartment _when he had decided to try and adopt Crissa, he'd bought an apartment near the hospital, because he knew no one would give a baby to someone who lived in a trailer.

They arrived home and then, Owen started preparing some super. When they finished eating their food, Owen took Crissa to her bedroom. April and Callie had helped decorate her room and it was full of pink things, but Crissa was turning out to be so irritated by all the pinkness and Owen had promised to change her bedroom's decoration soon. Her being a girl and not liking pink really reminded Owen of Cristina. And that and the fact that she looked a lot like her weren't the only things Crissa had in common with Cristina. It was just so unbelievable how much they had in common.

Owen helped his little girl into her pajamas and put her in her bed. "So what story you want me to read to you?" he asked as he looked through the books she had in her bookcase. "Cinderella, Snow white, the little mermaid."

Crissa shook her head. "Those are all boring," she said, rolling her eyes. "I don't want story tonight… could I ask you a question?"

Owen sat more comfortably on the ground and started stroking his daughter's wild black curls. "Sure, ask away," he said, smiling at her.

"Do I have a mom?" she asked in a serious tone.

Owen stopped stroking her hair and just stared at her, not knowing what to tell her. She didn't know her real mother had left her in the park and didn't even know Owen was not his real dad. He couldn't tell all of that truth to her when she was so little and her heart was so fragile. He would definitely tell her the truth when she was old enough to understand why he hadn't told it to her before. But now… what was he gonna answer? "Uh… why do you ask that?"

She shrugged. "All of my friends have a mom. And Sofia even has two moms. But I don't have one," she said looking down. "Where have they got their mom from?"

Owen sighed, and then smiled. "You don't get a mom, Crissa. Actually a mom and a dad, kinda, get a child," he said. "Your mom… she's not here, well… she's gone."

"To where?"

Owen sighed. He had no idea about her real mom. "I… don't know, Crissa."

"Has she… left me? Was I a bad girl?"

"No!" he shook his head. "But I don't know why she's left. I just know that she loved you very much."

Crissa nodded. "How did she look like?"

Owen took a breath and thought for a moment. How would he know? But wait… he told himself. "She looked exactly like you, Crissa. She was so so beautiful." He smiled, he knew, then, that he was not talking about Crissa's real mom, but about whom he'd always wished would be the mother of his child and give him a mini version of herself, his Damsel in Distress.

Crissa, smiled sadly. "I wish I could see her…" she said quietly.

Owen sighed, not really liking to see her sad like this. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "Maybe you can see her in your dreams though," he told her. "So, now, close your eyes and fall into sweet dreams."

She lifted her head and kissed her dad on his cheek and then leaned back on her pillow. "Good night daddy."

"Good night, Crissa."

So this was the longest chapter I'd ever written in my life. But I really enjoyed writing it and hope you enjoyed reading it as well.

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