Cristina was at a loss of words as to who this Owen Hunt person was. He was someone who in a matter of minutes sparked life in her with his piercing blue eyes and his "so's". He had filled her lungs with air and left her with a glimmer of hope that was put out by Burke. Now he was indeed a killer. A sadistic redheaded son of a bitch killer.

Owen quietly followed Cristina till she stopped to lean against a rail clearly deep in thought. He felt a need to clarify his rationing. He could deal with the patient's proxy thinking he was a murderer Cristina he strongly felt otherwise. He stood next to her but made sure they didn't touch, "I didn't make that decision lightly," he started. "What I decided wasn't murder it was about ending suffering not taking a life."

She looked up at him hesitating before speaking, "You want to pull the plug how can you justify that? You don't decide who lives or who dies. Last time I checked that's not how medicine works."

"I know and it was a difficult decision he had no chance of recovery I considered his prognosis and the pain he was enduring. It was about mercy and doing what was best for him," Owen uttered starting to head back to the patient's room.

Cristina knew where he was coming from she didn't even know why she reacted that way and knew this wasn't about the patient but about the asshole standing in front of her. "Seriously you don't remember my name?" She asked suddenly.

Owen spun around surprised she cared. She cared whether or not he remembered. When he realized she was standing in the group of residents for the skill lab on his first day at the hospital he couldn't believe he had completely missed her standing in the room. That and well she was rather petite compared to the rest of the group and when he "didn't know her name" she seemed furious but he was aware of her name. That same name remained with him during the last month of his tour.

Cristina

Whenever he caught himself thinking about her he thought Cristine fit her better than Cristina. The slightly more feminine name shadowed her slim physique and the brown soft eyes that hid behind her tough exterior. He would have preferred to call her Cris and found himself chuckling at the thought of her reaction to him calling her Cris in front of her colleagues.

Thinking fast he needed to explain. No, he wanted to explain. "The last tour I was on a surgical team where we uh treated combat casualties in the field mostly just sedate 'em ventilate 'em airlift 'em to Baghdad and get the hell out of there. Only this time we didn't get out fast enough because we ended up in the middle of an RPG ambush. There were 20 people in my platoon including me and 19 of them died I was the only sole survivor and I got discharged. So... I'm not in the before anymore. I knew your name in the before but now I'm living in the after."

Cristina saw the detachment and pain in his eyes no he wasn't the same Owen Hunt who had kissed her sensually a week ago. His actions that she thought were him being an asshole were now what she saw as him being pain and not who he was. Yet she couldn't shake this feeling in the pit of her stomach. She cared and she had no idea why... and for what. She promised herself she wouldn't get into a mess like this again but she still couldn't help but care no wonder he was so harsh with everyone he was wounded and in pain and no one knew.

2 weeks later Cristina and the residents headed to Idaho to a hotel where the boards were being held and for her luck she was ready but her examiner was not so much who was a freaking fossil not to mention Meredith was throwing up the whole time and kept nagging about it.

"Are all the questions supposed to be gross?" Meredith asked while washing her hands.

"Gross? What do you mean, gross?" Cristina said not paying much attention.

"Uh, they keep asking me about bowels and bloody stools?"

"It's general surgery. What do you expect?" Cristina snickered.

"Cristina you're not helping, at all." She said exasperated.

"Well, it's not my fault that you keep throwing up unless there's something you're not telling me like let's say you're pregnant?" Cristina looked at Meredith wanting to know if her suspicions were right.

"I'm not knocked up I took a test before we got here maybe I'm dying?"

"Not the first time that happened, "Cristina murmured. "Besides would it really be a bad thing?"

"Uh yeah, who else are you going to go when you have the dark and twisties? She laughed. "You need me and if I was dead you wouldn't survive without me."

"Ugh Derek is turning you mushy," Cristina said as she rolled her eyes trailing behind Meredith so they could finish the last part of their boards.

"What time do you got? George asked Alex a few hours later

"12:04"

"Oh! It was supposed to come up at midnight!" Cristina said pacing around.

"Crazy doctors they crashed the system," Alex chuckled.

"Just great Alex! The results won't be up till 1 am dammit Alex," Meredith cursed.

"What's the point? I sure as hell failed my guy was a fucking vendetta," Cristina mumbled.

"You're fine Yang unless your 007 over there," Alex snickered watching George messing with his Cell.

"Let's just head to the tunnels and sulk there it's getting a bit chilly out here," Meredith suggested wrapping her arms around her chest.

Everyone else followed except Cristina who'd rather wait outside and continued to pace around until she decided to sit on a nearby bench and close her eyes for just a few minutes but slowly fell asleep.