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Owen yawned as he reached the nurses' station and leaned on the counter. He had had a long surgery and was just so exhausted. Rubbing his face a few times, he finally removed his scrub cap. He was so glad he had given up his chief job when Crissa was his daughter finally, it allowed him more time to spend in the OR, doing what he was made to do. His army experience had given him a great sense of leadership and no one could deny that he was a good chief, but he had decided it was enough. Crissa needed more attention and he missed being in the ER and OR almost every time instead of his office.

He decided to go to the attendings' lounge to make some coffee for himself to, maybe, lessen the exhaustion. Though, it was a good exhaustion. He liked it, actually. He was about to turn in a corner to take the path leading to the lounge when he ran into someone. "Oh, sorry, didn't see you," he apologized and then looked at the person to see who they were.

"Owen!" she exclaimed. "It's fine. I was kinda going to look for you, but I saw you anyways. Where's Crissa? I brought strawberry pie for her."

"Emma… hi," he said and smiled slightly, then looked down at what she had in her hands. "Why did you want to look for me?"

"Right! Hi!" she said shaking her head and grinning. "I forgot that." Then she shrugged. "Well I baked this today and I thought I'd bring some for Crissa and you. I thought she might like it."

Owen nodded, smiling. "I'm sure she'll like it, she's a fan of strawberry, but… you didn't have to do this." He said, sighing lightly. He didn't know why she would keep doing this, actually. Emma had walked out of the bar and wished him well 5 years ago, when he told her about Cristina. He thought she had walked out of his life and was thankful, because he didn't want her to hurt by sticking around him. She was too good and too precious and he just couldn't let her be wasted in this way. She deserved better than a man who would get drunk over his ex-wife. She deserved to be truly and completely loved by someone. She didn't deserve the pain he would cause her by pretending to completely love her.

He hadn't seen her, nor heard of her in three years. But one day, when he and his four-year-old daughter arrived home, he found her at the doorstep, greeting them with a box of banana bread. He didn't know why she was back but then slowly realized that she wanted to be in his life again. He couldn't have let her, though. He was still not over Cristina _especially since he would see a younger version of her every day_ and nothing had changed. Emma still didn't deserve that pain. He had tried to push her away, to make her realize that she should let go, but every day she would come to the hospital with a new kind of cake. Owen had realized that with all those sweets she somehow wanted to win Crissa's heart. She probably had thought Crissa would love her and persuade her dad, eventually, to make Emma her mom.

However all of those attempts seemed to have the exact opposite result. With each new kind of muffin and cake, Crissa would be more resentful against her. She probably didn't like sharing her dad. Plus, she was way too smart and probably had understood the main reason behind all of the banana bread. But with all Crissa had done to show her she didn't like her and all that Owen had done to show her that he wasn't hers, Emma still pinned over Owen. Owen couldn't understand her. Where was her pride? She seemed to have put away her pride and self-respect to just have Owen. Didn't she realize that he was not hers? Did she want him that badly? Owen didn't know what had happened to this woman.

Now, Cristina was back. All of the feelings had come rushing back to him. The moment Meredith told her she was back, he knew he was not gonna be acting normally. Acting normally around her had never been easy for him; it wouldn't be easy now, either, especially after 5 years of withdrawal. He knew, when he saw a glimpse of her wild curls before the doors of the elevator close, that he was not gonna sleep easily anymore. And when Crissa made them met, when they shook hands, when he heard her angelic voice again, when he saw her smile again, when his heart heard hers singing again, he knew he wasted 5 years' time to forget the unforgettable. And now, that all the feelings had come back to him, he knew had to make Emma realize that she had to let him go. He just couldn't not think about Cristina for one second. Cristina would go back to Paris soon and she might never come back again, but he was not gonna pretend to be over her anymore. And Emma had to realize this and go, and find someone who would love her like Owen loved Cristina. Someone who she would be everything for. She had to let Owen go.

"Where do I find her?" Emma asked, dragging Owen back to reality and out of his thoughts. He looked at her, not knowing what she meant, and frowned questioningly. "Crissa."

"Oh! She's probably at the daycare, or maybe just wandering around. You may find her anywhere," Owen said and then looked at the pie again. "Thanks for that again, but you really don't have to keep doing this."

Emma rolled her eyes and smiled. "You know I want to," she said and walked away to go find the six-year-old.

Crissa went to the nurses' station at the cardio wing and sat at one of the chairs behind the counter. No one minded this. Almost everyone all over the hospital were used to seeing the head of curls being everywhere. And of course, everyone always kept an eye on her and looked after her. Because if anything ever happened to her, Dr. Hunt would kill them all.

She took off her backpack and took out her iPad from it and started playing with it. Kids of 2019. iPad was the least they would have. "Oh, Miss Hunt, we see you a lot at Cardio. Are you interested in hearts?" One of the residents asked, smiling, as she approached the station and noticed her there.

She looked up and gave her one of her sweet smiles. "I'm waiting for my new friend to finish visiting her patient," she said.

"Oh and who's that new friend?"

"Dr. Yang!" she said, smiling at the thought of her new friend. She then went back to her iPad.

"Oh, Crissa! I finally found you. Didn't think I'd find you here." Emma said as she approached the station and grinned widely at her. "Hello, how're you doing?"

Crissa looked up from her iPad and at her and then at the box she placed on the counter that seemed to contain some kind of cake and rolled her eyes slightly. "Hey, Emma," she said, forcing a smile. She just couldn't give a sweet smile to that woman. She was nice and kind and her cakes and muffins were actually amazing, but Crissa just didn't like her. She didn't know why not, she just didn't. There was something about her that didn't let Crissa like her. Why couldn't she just get that?

"I brought strawberry pie for you. Your dad said you're a fan of strawberry, so I hope you'll like this."

Crissa looked down at the box again, and gulped hard. She really did like strawberry a lot. "Thank you," she said softly.

In the meanwhile, Cristina had exited her French patient's room and was going to the nurses' station to give the chart back. She looked up from the chart and saw Crissa sitting there and smiled, but she didn't see the person she was talking to. "Miss Crissa! It's an honor to see you at the Cardio wing! Good morning!" she said and smiled.

Her greeting made both Crissa's and Emma's heard to turn and look at her. "Cristina!" Crissa exclaimed and jumped off her chair. "I was waiting for you."

"Oh, even more honored," she commented and placed her chart on the counter.

"C-Cr-… Cristina?" Emma asked, speechless. Was that really Cristina Yang? It couldn't be, no, no, no, no. She shook her head slightly. "What're you… doing here?"

Hearing the slightly familiar voice stuttering her name, she turned around and her eyes went wide. "Oh… um… Dr. Marling," she said, forcing a smile. "I'm here for a patient…"

Emma nodded, still surprised to see Cristina back there. She wondered if Owen knew about her being back. Well, of course he did, they were in once place, plus, she and Crissa seemed to have befriended quickly. Crissa seemed to like her a lot.

Crissa, on the other hand, was looking at them, slightly confused and frowning. "You know each other?" she asked, making them both turn and look at her.

Emma, looked at Cristina briefly and then back at Crissa. "Yes, well she did use to work here," Emma said.

Crissa was now more confused and looked at Cristina. "You did?" she asked. Cristina bit her lower lip and nodded slightly. "Does that mean you used to know my dad?"

"Of course she did," Emma said, "They used to be married even, didn't you know that?"

Hearing the words go out of Emma's mouth, Cristina's eyes went wide and she just stared at the legs of the chair Crissa had sat at and gulped. Then, she turned to Emma, giving her a 'what the hell' look.

Emma, not realizing what she'd just done, just looked questioningly at Cristina. They just stared at each other until a little gasp that escaped Crissa's throat made them turn and look at her in unison.

Crissa gasped and her eyes went wide, then gasped again and her eyes went wider, and then gasped for the third time and her eyes were the widest.

"Crissa? Are you ok?" Cristina asked worried and started go to the other side of the counter to see what was the matter with her but another gasp stopped her.

Crissa just looked at Cristina with wide eyes and an open mouth.

They used to be married even.

She's my adulthood. I look a lot like her.

Crissa gasped again and this time tears started welling up in the corner of her eyes.

"Crissa?" Cristina was getting so worried, not knowing what'd just happened to her.

"You're my mom!" she exclaimed as tears started flowing down her cheeks.

Cristina's breathing stopped and she just stared at the little girl, speechless. "W-… I… uh… I… I… n-… I'm… I… no… uh…"

"My dad said you left us! Why would you do that?!"

"No, Crissa, I'm not… I… no…"

"You're the mother who left me!" she screamed as more tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Crissa, listen to me!" Cristina went to the other side of counter to calm her down. "I'm not."

"Now you're lying!" she screamed louder, making everyone around them look at them. "I hate you!" She then shoved her iPad in her backpack and grabbing it, then ran away.

"Crissa!" Cristina called after her, but the little girl just cried and ran. Cristina put her hands on her forehead and let a shaky breath out and then turned, looking at Emma. "What the hell!" she yelled at her and ran to the direction to which Crissa ran, to find her.

Emma opened her mouth to say something, but Cristina was already gone. "I'm sorry… I didn't know… that she didn't know…" she said to nobody. She sighed and wanted to hit herself. "How stupid am I!" she whispered, leaning her elbows on the counter and put her face in her hands and sighed. Owen was so gonna hate her for this.

Meredith took off her scrub cap and leaned against the counter of the nurses' station at the neuro wing. She was waiting for Derek so they would go pick Bailey up from the daycare and take him for his annual pediatric check-up. She was about to grab her phone to call Alex to tell him they'd be there for the check-up soon, when she heard some screaming and crying. She looked at the direction from which the sound was coming and frowned. Then, she saw Crissa running and crying.

Worriedly, she went towards her and as she reached her, grabbed her little arm and stopped her. "Crissa, honey," she said making the girl look at her. "What's happened?"

Crissa just cried.

"Has anyone hurt you?"

Crissa just sobbed.

Meredith stroked her curls and wiped her tears. "Tell me what's happened?"

"Crissa?" Cristina called out as she saw her and rushed towards her. "Let me talk to you."

Meredith, confused looked up at Cristina and down at Crissa. And as Crissa saw Cristina screamed again and started crying louder, making Meredith frown more. She looked worriedly at Crissa and then angrily at Cristina. "Has she hurt you?"

Cristina tried to get Crissa to look at her, but then looked at Meredith and frowned. "I didn't!" she said, defensively.

Crissa cried more and more and then struggled to free herself from Meredith's grip, and once free started running away again.

Meredith got up and watched her run, worriedly. She turned to Cristina again and glared at her. "What did you do to her?"

Cristina, hands on forehead, sighed and, ignoring Meredith's glare, started to go to the ER.

Owen came out of the trauma room and sighed. He had just failed to revive a patient. Sighing once more he started to go to an on-call room to rest, but he stopped when he heard someone call out his name.

"Owen!" Cristina said rushing towards him. When she finally stopped running, she was breathless.

"What's wrong?" he asked frowning.

"It's…it's Crissa," she said, sighing.

"What's happened to her?" Owen was worried now. What had happened to his daughter?

"It slipped out of Emma Marling's mouth that we used to be married and now she thinks I'm her mom, who left her and… and she says she hates me. She's been running around the hospital crying and… Meredith's with her now, trying to calm her down."

Owen just stared at her. "What?" he asked, as if he had heard none of her words.

"Crissa thinks I'm the mother who's left her."

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please let me know in your reviews how you liked this chapter. I really do love reading them. :)

The next chapter will be up probably next week, because this week is gonna be so crazy for me.