The chief had sent 3 interns to Cristina so she could teach them back to the basics it was when one of the interns pulled out their phone and started taking pictures of her she lost her temper, "All of you out! Find me someone with a brain." If Cristina wasn't stuck in a hospital bed she would've strangled them.

"Were those your interns? They look pretty scared of you."

fuck it's him.

For a second Cristina doesn't know if she should be insulted by the comment or just concerned about what he thinks of her. Note to self: She wanted to strangle Major Hunt too.

"I'm not scary!" Cristina huffed as she rolled her eyes at him.

He nodded clearly amused, "Right... your interns seem attentive."

"Attentive my ass. Taking pictures of me with their camera? I'm impaled by an icicle. I can't defend myself. I am helpless here I am disposed," she finished crossing her arms towards her chest.

He had been looking at her chart and flipped it shut. "If you were in their place you'd do the same exact thing."

"I-" she stopped when she saw that he was right. "Shut up!" She shouted at him.

"You know you're kind of rude," he returned lightly. "I saved you out there."

"You did not," she spat out. "Meredith or Dr. Grey was running to get someone."

"Admit it I saved you."

Cristina rolled her eyes, "Fine what do you want the Nobel Peace prize?"

He sat down by her side and looked at her. "What?" she asked. "Nothing it's just I've seen a lot in the field but never an icicle."

"Well Major Hunt like you said you saved me out there or something," she said.

"Owen," he said.

"Excuse me?" Cristina questioned.

"Call me Owen."

"Ok... Owen, can you get this damn thing out of me? It's hitting nothing see?" she gestured toward the X-ray. He nodded and leaned into her slowly and shifted his arm to the icicle.

"Wha... What are you doing?" She looked up and met his eyes and there was that cocky smirk again. He stared down watching her for a second before he yanked out the icicle.

"You took out my icicle... I didn't give you permission to do that."

"So?" he asked again with one of those smoldering smiles.

"You can't just go around pulling out people's icicles."

"Why not?" he remarked, grabbing a piece of gauze from behind him and pressing down on the wound, "You wanted it out."

"I wanted it out surgically," she clarified, wincing when he pressed down harder on the wound. "Ow! You could try being a little gentler, you know."

"There's no time for a light touch out in the field," Owen said.

"Yes, well, right now you are in a hospital with air conditioning and running accordingly." He frowned but she felt the pressure lighten. A few minutes passed and then he went over to the surgical cart, found more gaze, and then returned to her side.

He grinned, "It hurts less if you don't know it's coming besides from what I can tell you're tough I figured you could take it."

"Shut up," she said in a usual brash manner to fight off the churning in her abdomen. "You don't know me."

She propped her head up on her arm, watching him work on the wound. "You doing okay with the pain?" Owen asked.

"Yeah it's fine," Cristina answered. "The Morphine everyone was insisting on giving me earlier I refused it I told them that if they gave me Morphine I'd yank it out myself."

"I won't give you too much freezing then but if you feel anything let me know."

"Skip it," Cristina shook her head and faced him. Owen raised an eyebrow at her words and she gave a short laugh, "This is not me being competitive with the guy who stapled his own leg without being numbed. Besides if I feel anything I'll yell and kick you out as I did with my interns."

"You're pretty loud for someone who was impaled just a few minutes ago."

She glared at him and he laughed nervously, "Alright straight to the stitches then."

"Really?" Cristina teased you're not going to slap me together with a few staples?"

"Staples is fine for me," Owen looked down at her and his voice dropped slightly, "On you doctor? A scar like that would be a shame."

"Tell me about trauma surgery?" she asked attempting to change the atmosphere between them.

"Trauma? Quick and dirty. No time to make things pretty no time for mistakes."

"So, what, you don't make mistakes?" she challenged him.

"I make mistakes when someone dies and I don't know everything. Nobody does. So I make mistakes, and I learn, and the next time I don't make that mistake again. Mistakes are how you learn," he said.

"How does it feel?" His head gestured to the stitches.

"Fine," she muttered.

"Just a little ointment and then you'll be all fixed. You know," he spoke with a grin, "You'd be good in the field now that you've got this battle scar, you'd fit right in."

Cristina laughed, "Oh right."

"I'm serious you should ditch this place, and go for the adventure. You're telling me this place gives you a rush, a high?" He asked her as he leaned closer to her.

"Mm... yeah. Yeah, it does." He disposed of all the materials into the biohazard bin he looked outside the window and no one was out there so he took the opportunity. He looked at her over his shoulder she was sitting on the gurney. "What?" she questioned him.

He sighed and turned towards her and covered her mouth with his own. He heard her gasp with surprise and she didn't slide away but responded instantly. His hand cradled her face tilting her head back as he opened her mouth to him. The kiss was messy she almost forgot herself, but she did remember herself she remembered that she was making out with some stranger in a recovery room pulling away brusquely she stammered, "I- I don't even know you."

"So?" he asked and stared at her for a few seconds before pulling away and leaving the room which left Cristina thinking to herself that the day had somehow proven even more to be more impossible.

On the other side of the window, Meredith, who was smirking while standing by the Nurse's station had seen the whole interaction between Cristina and the guy in uniform.

As Owen was leaving he noticed Meredith standing there watching him wondering if she saw what had happened in the exam room, instead she nodded at him and went inside the exam room, "What the hell was that?"

"What are you talking about?" Cristina asked her back towards Meredith.

"You damn well know what I'm talking about Cristina."

"I- I don't know it just happened out of nowhere and I'm not you Meredith I don't go pick guys at bars and I certainly don't make out with strangers." Meredith knew she was right out of all these years she's known Cristina she knows she would never kiss some guy.

Over the next few days, Cristina stayed home while her stitches healed themself. She yawned and slowly dragged herself across the living room towards the kitchen. She fully intended to grab something to eat and go back to her bed. Well it wasn't her bed it was Burke's and she didn't have a choice but to sleep in it she thought about moving out of his hell hole but never had time since she was in her last year of residency.

Finally, she was able to come back to the hospital. She and Meredith were on their way to the elevators when Cristina saw a glimpse of red hair in navy blue scrubs. She grabbed Meredith and ran in the opposite direction.

Owen was certain he had heard a voice exclaim "Run!" and he was even more certain that a curly-haired woman was running away, with another blonde-haired woman accompanying her. It couldn't be her. Or could it? And more importantly, was she running away from him?

He was equally anxious to see her. He knew she would be here when he had called up Dr. Webber for a job offer. He would be lying if he said that she was not part of why he wanted to come and work here. He just kissed her nothing else happened.

All the residents had a trauma lab since there was a new head of trauma. Owen noticed from the corner of his eye that she was trying her best to hide behind a dark-haired intern.

Cristina probably thought he hadn't seen but he noticed and decided to play it cool then if she didn't want to be fraternizing with him. All the residents were excited to work on pigs minus one who called him a monster.

"You seem to be spending a lot of time on that anastomosis What was your name again?" He asked her knowing her name.

"Yang. Cristina yang."

"Right. Come take a look at this guy's pig."

"O'Malley?"

"Oh, this is gonna be good." Alex snickered.

"You see what he did? He stopped the bleeding, then he moved on to his liver lacerations." Owen explained.

"Yes, but sloppy work can lead to complications. Two days from now when this pig starts vomiting blood, O'malley's gonna wish he'd been a little more thorough." Cristina said.

"He can come back later and make things pretty When his pig is stable. Meanwhile, your pig is getting acidotic and hypothermic. If this was some scrawny kid instead of a pig, He'd be dead by now. Quick and dirty, Cristine."

"Ah. Cristina," She shouted at him.

"There you are! I've been looking all over for you," Meredith said, "I'm having a monetary freak-out Derek proposed and I said yes." Cristina almost dropped her bag when she heard what Meredith had just said.

"Ok, are we happy about this? Are we feeling dark and twisty? Do I need to go kick his ass?" Cristina questioned.

"I think I'm happy about this I'm finally getting my happy ending plus Izzie is going to be so excited to help with the wedding and all the other crap."

"Alright then well, congratulations, and I hope you enjoy Izzie going all bridezilla on your wedding planning don't call me for rescuing later!"

"Look at us being mature about this also come over later!" She shouted back at Cristina.

Cristina opened the door and found Alex on the couch downing a bottle of beer. "Hey, where's Mere?"

"She's upstairs with Izzie," Alex said taking another sip of beer.

"Hey Meredith is getting married shouldn't we celebrate big?" Izzie asked Cristina as she joined them on the bed. "Based on my experience with weddings I'm probably not the right person to ask."

"That's not helping I'm going to go downstairs and look at bridal magazines oh Mere I'm so excited!" Izzie yelled down the hallway.

"Meredith you know how sometimes it's about you and sometimes it's about me? This is really, really about me," Cristina said.

"This sounds serious so shoot."

"You remember major Hunt the guy who pulled out my icicle? Well, he's back.

"What?'' Meredith asked in disbelief, "Isn't he suppose to be in Iraq?"

"He said he had 5 months left..." She trailed off "Shit!"

"Do you think it had anything to do with the kiss?" Cristina asked looking directly at Meredith.

"That would make sense and be so romantic," Meredith whispered.

While Cristina glared at her, "No that would be stupid," Cristina mumbled.