"Owen," he said.

"Excuse me?" Cristina asked confused.

"Call me Owen."

"Okay... 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 shifting 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 yanking out the icicle.

. "You took out my icicle!" She gasped grasping his arm and then frowned. "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!" She shouted.

"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."

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 her usual brash manner fighting off the churning in her abdomen. "You don't know me."

He returned to the supply cart to get started suturing the wound and sat down. She propped her head up on her arm, watching him as he got to work on the wound. "You doing okay with the pain?" Owen asked.

"Fine," she said. "The morphine everyone was insisting on giving me earlier I refused it. I told them that if they gave me any of that 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.

He chuckled 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 I'm human too so 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, looking up at her.

"How does it feel?" He gestured to the stitches.

"Fine," she muttered. "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 you're telling me this place gives you a rush, a high?" He asked her.

"Yeah. Yeah, it does." He disposed of the materials into the biohazard bin and looked back at her over his shoulder

"What?" she asked frowning.

He sighed and turned towards her, then suddenly covered her mouth with his own. He heard her gasp with surprise. She didn't pull away but responded instantly. His hand cradled her face, tilting her head back as he opened her mouth to him. The kiss was messy that Cristina almost forgot herself, but she did remember 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 running his fingers through her curly hair for a few seconds before pulling away and leaving the room.

On the other side of the window, Meredith who had witnessed the interaction between Cristina and the guy in uniform smirked and decided to go and find out details from her person "Cristina What the hell was that?" Meredith asked.

"What the hell was what?" Cristina asked her back towards Meredith.

"You damn well know what I'm talking about or do I need to remind you of the little makeout session you had with the army guy 30 seconds ago?"

Cristina's eyes widened at the new information Meredith spilled and knew she wouldn't be able to leave until she spilled, "It uh just happened 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'd known Cristina she knew she would never kiss some guy so she just let it go.

Finally, a week later Cristina was able to come back to the hospital she and Meredith were on their way to the elevators when Cristina saw a glimpse of familiar 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. 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...

All the residents had a final trauma lab before they took their boards and while Owen was explaining the pig lab he 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.

"You seem to be spending a lot of time on that anastomosis What was your name again?" He asked knowing her name but not wanting to say it.