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YOU AND ME

4 weeks later….

Cristina sings along the radio as she drives from Kraum Institute to Grey Sloan. She's having a lunch date at the hospital cafeteria with Meredith. She couldn't be happier, thinking about the favorite chicken salad she enjoyed every day when she was a resident.

"How's Theo doing?" Meredith asks as she sits down on the chair next to Cristina.

"Better. He was down for three days but I think he gradually recovered. Owen just helped the kids moved into their apartment in Berkeley last weekend. He said Theo was not grieving anymore during all those times. The boy still doesn't want to talk to Jane or talk about Jane, however." Cristina shakes her head, thinking about the traumatic son that made she and Owen worried the most.

"I feel for him, but I feel for Jane, too. I mean, Theo and Jane remind me of Alex and Izzie. He asked her out for a date then he failed his exam and he totally freaked out, remember? Izzie was upset like hell." Meredith chuckles.

"Yup. Jane would think of my son as an ass if she didn't know what happened to him. Anyway, we don't expect her to understand everything. She's 16, and she's not in the situation." Cristina gulps a big piece of chicken with delight.

April spots Cristina and Meredith having lunch at a corner so she joins them.

"Hey Cristina, is Theo better?"

"I think so. He doesn't talk much about that night. How's Jane?"

April grimaces. "She doesn't talk much about it, either. She was shocked, of course. But she's fine."

"Look, on behalf of Theo, I would like to say sorry to Jane. He just needs more time. He likes Jane, but he's not ready yet." Cristina murmurs. It is so out of her character to do this, but she thinks her son deserves a chance to be understood by the girl.

"I know. We all went through the nearly dead situation and we all lost some of our friends in the shooting, so I get it. I'll talk to Jane about it when the time comes." April reassures Cristina.

"Theo told me you two were arguing intensely about the budgeting and planning. What is wrong with the board, April?" Cristina glances at her friend.

"Don't do this, Cristina. Don't try to steal some information from us. You're our rival." Meredith warns her person with a mischievous smile.

Cristina looks at Meredith, faking a naïve countenance. She tries to hide the wicked incentive of the question. "I don't steal information from my girlfriends, Mer. I only steal information from my husband." She gives them a big grin.

"Jackson is so focused on the upcoming bid that he's completely stressed out. I have to help him with the financial aspect of the hospital along with his assistant, and that makes me stressed out as well." April groans.

"That's why I'm glad Derek is left out of this bid. You're so harsh on the men, Cristina. You should withdraw from this bid and let this hospital, which once was your shelter, a chance to expand." Meredith scolds at her friend.

"No way. I have a big plan in my mind." Cristina shakes her head victoriously.

"Can you share with your person then?" Meredith beams at Cristina.

"Of course not. I can't even share with my husband, and he's punishing me by withholding sex. Can you believe there are only two of us in the house and we don't have sex at all? I'm miserable." Cristina purrs her lip. She is so discontent with Owen's indifference in intimacy for the last week.

"I should be the one who feels miserable. We argue crazily during the day then we make up by having intimacy at night. And the sex is so good you completely forgive each other, until the next day when the fight visits you again." April rolls her eyes, thinking about her complicated situation.

"Oohhh, that's not healthy. I'm not a marriage counselor, but trust me on this one: Don't use sex as a resolution. You may think sex solves the problem but if you don't talk to each other through the issue, one day you'll end up getting a divorce." Cristina shakes her head.

"Cristina!" April exclaims.

"Trust me. That's what happened to me and Owen in our first marriage. It took us two years to learn how to communicate effectively. That's when the marriage improves, and the sex becomes hotter, of course." Cristina smiles.

"Are you coming to the White Coat ceremony this weekend?" Meredith asks Cristina after taking a big sip of juice.

"Looks like I am. Owen and I are gonna take the earliest flight in the morning then we will return the same day. We'll only be gone in less than 24 hours."

"Good, I'm so excited seeing Bailey and Faith wearing the white coat. They are good for each other."

Cristina gazes at Meredith. It seems like Derek and her friend are having no clue that Bailey and Faith are not a thing. But she doesn't bother to explain anyway.

Owen approaches Cristina, Meredith and April as he spots them from afar. Cristina whispers to her girlfriends. "Look and see how he's withholding sex from me."

"Hey ladies" Owen smiles as he sees his wife's presence at the hospital.

"Hey Owen, are you free after this? Can I have a consult with you in the on call room?"

Owen blushes as he hears her request. "Cristina…."

'Oh ignore them." Cristina waves her hand in the air. "They're married women and they know I'm talking about booty calls." Meredith and April smile awkwardly.

"Uhm, I'm really busy. I don't think I can. But you can present your case to me at home and I'll give a consult."

Owen walks away from the women. Cristina smiles: "You heard the man. He'd better give me hot sex tonight or I'll accuse him of breaking his words, and he'll be miserable about that."

Owen strides across the hospital hallways to the conference room that Jackson paged him earlier. Derek and Jackson were already there, sipping their cups of coffee and discussing about some hospital issues.

"Hey. How can I help?" Owen merrily greets his fellow surgeons.

"We need Shepherd back to our plan, just so you know." Jackson murmurs.

"I can see, and that's great. So what's the deal now?" Owen throws himself down to the chair next to Jackson.

"We've heard that Burke will be back on the bidding." Derek speaks up.

"Really, Cristina didn't tell me anything about it." Owen purrs his thin lips, surprised at the news.

"Sorry to put you in such a situation, Hunt. Anyway, your wife has managed most of the workload in the US by herself. Now that she brings Burke back, it means they are planning something really huge." Jackson continues the discussion.

"Uh huh, that's why I have to join the team, Hunt." Derek jokes, rubbing his hand and smiling mischievously. "Having Preston Burke here is like having another Cristina Yang. The male version of Cristina Yang."

"That's a…weird comparison." Owen rolls his eyes, staring at Derek.

"Anyway, it looks like they are strongly financially prepared for the bid. We need to make sure we have a ready and vast resource so that we can outbid the Kraum Institute this time. We can't lose like we once did seventeen years ago." Jackson shakes his head, thinking about the other banquet that Owen and he dueled with Cristina and Burke.

"Well, I don't want to be sandwiched between my hospital and my wife. I can only join you at the bidding, I really don't want to help with allocating resource and raising fund, which supposed to be the responsibility of the board, not mine. But anyway, this is what I know: Cristina met a State representative a few weeks ago. I think she was lobbying something." Owen explains.

"Hm, she gets the state's support? That's a huge step. Once the state's got her back, she wouldn't have to worry about the finance anymore. That means she's really ahead of us. She must really have a big plan behind buying this pharmaceutical company." Derek makes a logical conclusion based on Owen's observation.

"The good news is: Cristina's project must be really promising for the state to get her back. The bad news is: Preston Burke is collecting all the money from the UN and she is collecting all the money from Washington State. They are greedy tycoons." Jackson sighs.

Owen can't help but chuckle as he listens to the conversation. Despite the fact that he should support the hospital and the Harper Avery Foundation, he is really proud of his smart and beautiful wife. He suggest to Jackson:

"This is what I think: You have a foundation, Avery. And you are also on board with a bunch of badass surgeons who used to work with the Government like Shepherd or win the Madison Carter grant like Arizona. My point is: you don't have 2 people on your team like Cristina and Burke. You have….20 people. 20 doctor geniuses and financial executives. Use your resource wisely."

Derek rubs his forehead as he concentrates intensely on what Owen just said. He finally smiles as he hits the table with excitement: "Jackson, the Foundation needs to host a business gala to raise funding!"

"Excellent idea. Thank you, Hunt!" Jackson smiles.

"You're welcome. Make it big and impressive and invite all the best guys from Seattle. You should lobby with Derek and asks him to bring some government guys that he knows as well." Owen grins.

"All we need is stellar financial consultants who will help us map out an excellent plan to propose to the investors." Derek nods.

"I will work with the financial consulting group this coming week and we can host a gala at the end of August." Jackson suggests after he looks up his agenda on the tablet.

"The last Saturday of August looks great." Derek continues as he checks the board's schedule.

"Deal. The last Saturday of August. We need to hold a board meeting and explain the incentive for every board member." Jackson smiles.

"True, you guys can do it. Just count me in when we're heading to the bidding banquet. I'll help you outbid Cristina and Burke this time. I have my strategies." Owen rubs his chin as he thinks about how he will compete with his wife.

"No, Owen. You need to join the fundraising gala, too. You're not a board member but you have really good relations with the army people hence the government." Jackson exclaims.

"Sorry guys, don't push me too hard in between the hospital and my wife. I can't join the fundraising plan. I already have enough work running this hospital smoothly. Also, Sunday is Theo and Teddy's birthday. And they'll come home. I want to spend time with my family." Owen beams at Derek and Jackson. He feels excited to see his children again.

Cristina takes a shower and feels much more relaxed after a stressful working day. She walks over the kitchen, searching for some decent dinner food, but disappointed as she stared at the empty fridge. Her three children have gone to college, so there's no need in stocking up milk, chocolate almond, yogurts, fries or frozen pizza. Cristina grabs a fresh tomato, washes the fruit then takes a bite, considering it a sufficient vegetable amount for the day. She boils some hot water and searches for a cup of instant oatmeal in the cabinet. That's a good dinner, she thinks.

Suddenly, she remembers how Owen appears to be thinner over the course of the weeks. The upcoming bid absolutely affects everyone in the health management industry. But also, she traces his tired face and his weight loss to the lack of appetite that she thinks he's having recently. Cristina sighs. What's wrong with Owen? Is it time for him to step down as Chief of Surgery, shrug off some hospital work and enjoy more golfing courses? She will support him if he chooses to do so, because he seems exhausted over time.

With that thought in mind, Cristina enters the library and starts looking for a healthy-meal-delivery service. She can start off with three deliveries in a week and sees if the hot served, slow cooked food can help Owen regain his appetite. She knows her husband wouldn't mind if she brings home some take-out food from a Chinese restaurant nearby. But these takes out cartons are not any better than fast food: they contain more cholesterol and possible MSG as well.

As Cristina leans on the chair and impatiently waits for someone from the delivery service to pick up the phone, she stares at the canvases hanging on the wall. Among the happy and shiny faces of people she adores stands out the portrait of Theo, bruised and battered, with indignant and tearful eyes. He even wore a bandage on his forehead. Cristina chuckles. She recalled Owen and she took the portraits of the twins on their sixth birthday. Theo constantly misbehaved in his own party because he was fed up with the similar gifts that his parents gave him and Teddy. He was so hyperactive during the day that he eventually hit the sharp corner of a drawer and tore his forehead, hence the bandage. Owen decided to take a picture of the mischievous and troublesome boy in his true state, and that was the history of Theo's portrait hanging the wall. Thinking about her beloved son and how he was dark and twisted like his parents, Cristina's heart sags a little. She ends up the current call and dials Theo's number.

"Hello Ma?" It's Theo's cheerful voice. Probably he's back on his feet, Cristina thinks.

"Hey kiddo, how do you enjoy your apartment so far?"

"It's great. It's more spacious than the dorm. The apartment is a little further so I can walk more, which is good. And I have great neighbors here. Genius dudes and gals. Some of them are on the premed track like me."

"Cool. How's Teddy doing?"

"Oh, she decorates her room with all the crazy stuff like we're in Seattle. The only good thing is she continues to cook for me. Hahaha." Cristina feels reassured as she hears Theo's peaceful laughter. She wants to ask Theo about Jane, yet ending the idea because it may ruin their mother-and-son moment.

"Will you keep an eye on her? If she's not focused in her study she will be behind other friends. I put so much time and effort in sticking her to the desk, unlike you and Faith. I hope it's not wasted." Cristina sighs as she recall the old days teaching Teddy how to read, write and do calculations.

"I'll take care of her, Ma. I miss you." Theo sincerely confesses.

"You do?" Cristina chuckled.

"Yes, I miss you and Dad. You need to learn how to cook and make him some good food, Ma. He's gradually losing weight and he looks older. I noticed when I ran in the mornings with him."

"Okay. Are you going to attend your sister white coat ceremony this weekend?"

"I'd rather not. I want to start my study ahead, now that the material is posted online."

"I understand. Good luck boy. I'm proud of you." Cristina makes a huge kissing sound for her son to hear.

Not soon after she hangs up the phone and continues to scroll down on the menu list of the delivery service, Teddy calls her.

"Mama!" Teddy sounds as excited as she always is.

"What's up girl? How's your school and your apartment?"

"School is so-so. Apartment is great. I already signed up for some organizations."

"Good. Make sure you join Alpha Epsilon Delta in the first year. That gives you a hectic and impressive resume after you graduate." Cristina responds in a monotonous voice.

"Ma, I told you. Please let me decide what I want to do. I'm a college student now!" Teddy exclaims in discontent.

"Uh huh, you're a college student now and the fact that you still haven't figured out how your life should play out worries the crap out of me." Cristina snaps at her daughter.

"You know we sometimes call you Tiger Mother,right?" Teddy answers in angst.

"Teddy! First of all, it's out of line. Second of all, I introduced you guys to the book in hope that you enjoyed the irony and self-depreciating humor of it; not that you guys mocked me with the image of Tiger Mother." Cristina shakes her head and sighs.

There was an uncomfortable silence. Then Teddy eventually speaks up:

"Look, Ma, I apologize for calling you Tiger Mother. I was calling to ask you about the process after a research is complete. I want to know about the aftermath of a successful research, about the marketing, the funding, the rewards and stuff. But never mind, I think I can find out on my own."

Cristina tries to make up with her daughter. "You two will come back on your dad's birthday right?"

"I really wish to, but I don't think we can. His birthday is on Friday, right? And I think both Theo and I have classes on Friday."

"Well then come back on your birthday! It's on Sunday and we can do something." Cristina insists on Teddy and Theo to come home that weekend. It's a good thing that the twins' birthday is two days after Owen's birthday and this time it's on a Sunday.

"The problem is our birthday is on Sunday and if we go home, we have to flight back in the same day and that's just so inconvenient." Teddy sighs.

"If you don't want to do it for me, at least come home for your dad. He misses you guys a lot." Cristina coldly demands.

"Alright. I'll let you know later. Bye Ma." Teddy hangs up the phone.

Owen slowly strolls into the house. He feels exhausted after a hectic shift with two blunt traumas and a meeting with the Human Resource. It was the first morning in twenty years that he woke up and didn't want to go to work. Owen had to go shopping at the supermarket and to buy some multi vitamins and started to take them daily.

There is a tempting aroma filling up the house. Owen hangs his coat on the rack then approaches the kitchen. He drops his jaw and rolls his eyes with full of suprises as he sees Cristina sitting, completely naked, on a chair at the kitchen table. In front of her are good-looking dishes of food.

"What is this? And what are you doing? Why are you naked?" Still standing away and staring at the table, Owen asks her.

"Food. Delicious food." Cristina sits straight up so that her breasts pop out above the height of the table.

Owen inhales and exhales deeply. He finally speaks up: "I'm really sorry, but I don't want to have dinner. It looks good though."

Cristina yells out loud at him: "Come on Owen, it's organic, healthy food that is serving hot for you. Also, you promised me to have a consult with me!" She is upset now that he is not turned on by her nudity.

"Okay. How about this: we go inside the bedroom and you tell me about the case. I'm tired, Cristina." Owen blushes but he walks inside his room anyway. He takes away the suitcase then lies down on the bed, pacing his breath.

"What's wrong with you?" Cristina follows him. She still stands naked at the door, arms crossing over.

"I'm sorry. I'm really not feeling well. What do you want to ask me about the case?" Owen sighs.

"Patient is Cristina Yang, a middle-aged woman who has an urge to have sexual activity with her husband because she's been withheld sex for a week or so. She's suspecting that her husband, Owen Hunt, is experiencing erectile dysfunction."

Owen cocks up his head and shakes in disappointment: "I don't have an erectile dysfunction, Cristina. I don't have any problems with our sexual activity. I'm just exhausted."

She stands still, looking at him, eyes teary. Owen crooks his finger, signaling Cristina to walk over. "Come here."

Cristina walks over the bed and lies down next to Owen. He turns around and kisses on her cheek, then he moves down to her neck and her collarbone. He sits halfway up, resting his body against an elbow to continue nipping her flesh.

"That's okay if you don't want to have sex, Owen." She gently shoves Owen aside, her voice sorrow. "You remind me of Meredith and Derek when he hated her for ruining his trial, but he had sex with her anyway, because they wanted to make a baby." Cristina murmurs.

"Really? They made love even when they didn't want to see each other's face?" Owen rolls his eyes.

"Uh huh. And you're like Derek, Owen. You act as if you're doing me a favor" She snaps at him.

"I'm not. I'm making you happy."

"I don't need you to help me release my urge, Owen. I want us to enjoy our intercourse together. What's wrong with you?" Cristina is concerned about his lack of desire.

"There's nothing wrong. I still love you, and you look beautiful and sexy. It's just that I'm tired. I don't know why recently I only want to go home and go straight to sleep. I don't even want to have dinner." He lies down and stares at the ceiling.

"You work too hard, Owen. The upcoming bid beats the crap out of you. Maybe you should withdraw from the project." She turns around and hug him.

Owen leans his head closer to Cristina's hair and breath in the scent of citrus. He sighs. "I did. I told Jackson and Derek to let me off the hook. I will only attend the bidding, against you and Burke."

"Burke won't be coming anymore, Owen. I figured out how to handle this case by myself. You're supposed to trick me into sex so that I give you this piece of cake, but anyway, that's the good news for Jackson. You can tell him Burke won't be coming and he'll be over the moon. Maybe he can find romance with April again as well."

"April and Jackson are having marriage issues?" Owen asks Cristina.

"Uh huh. I guess the more the foundation expand, the more work is put on their shoulder. And I think both April and Jackson only want to be surgeons." She explains to him while caressing his face. It's really thinner.

"Wow, you ladies have a lot to share each other, huh. I hope you don't tell your girlfriends that I have erectile dysfunction." Owen chuckles.

"I don't. I'm private when it comes to our relationship, Owen." Cristina cheerfully smiles.

"This morning I woke up, and for the first time in decades I didn't want to go to work, Cristina. I'm also worried about me. I start to lose interest in things I'm doing." Owen sighs.

"Yeah, the kids can even tell that you're thinner and losing your appetite. I ordered a delivery service to bring us some quality, nutritious and delicious dinners three times a week, Owen. Let's go from there. You need to eat even when you don't want to. That's my order." She coldly demands.

"Yes, queen Yang." Owen chuckles. His lips search for her soft and thick lips.

"And I suggest you learn yoga. It's alternative to exercising and we all know it brings many positive health benefits. It also helps improving endurance, mood and appetite, Owen. You know that. So that's another order for you."

"Yes, ma'am. I will download some yoga poses for men and try them on tomorrow." Owen grins, his fingers gently play with Cristina's nipple.

"I'll tell you a secret." She whispers into Owen's ears playfully. "First tell me what do you think about little Yang?"

"Uhm…I'm amazed that Little Yang is always tight and wet every time Big Hunt enters. I'm surprised that you maintain Little Yang very well given that you carried the twins and you aged." He smiles.

"I do yoga, Owen. It's called Kegel exercise." She chuckles.

"My beautiful wife always knows how to blow my mind. Well, except tonight…I'll try on Yoga tomorrow, honey. I need to get my fresh mind and robust physique back."