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Title: "All of Me"
Author: [livejournal.com profile] angelamermaid
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: Characters from the show are not of our creation and belong to Shonda and ABC. No monetary compensations were gained from this fictitious work.
Author's notes: Thanks for the feedback and suggestions from [livejournal.com profile] lovemesomeowen and [livejournal.com profile] shli1117. Enjoy, and let us know what you think!

It's extremely important to understand a patient's complete medical history before you operate. Not only do you need to account for previous scars, you must understand how your actions will impact upon existing conditions. Armed with the best knowledge, you can improve the odds of success.

Cristina hoped to have a quiet breakfast. But Meredith's grin, when she joined her in the kitchen, made that impossible.

“So?” Meredith smiled as she pulled out the cereal. “How did it go last night?”

Cristina smiled back, politely. “We had fun.”

“You're glowing.” The blonde woman leaned closer. “Tell me about the fun.”

“He's a dad now,” Cristina demurred. “I wasn't going to have sexytimes with the kids in the house. Owen and I made out by the fire pit and it was ... nice.”

“Want me to make up some excuse for both of them to come over and babysit tonight?” Meredith offered. “So you can do better than 'nice'?”

“No, they've got some school thing they're going to.” Cristina paused, pouring milk over her cereal. “Owen's sending them to his mom's tomorrow night.”

Meredith looked her over. “Are you okay?”

“I'm okay,” Cristina said, emphatically. “We had a very fun evening with the clear understanding that I'm going back to Zurich on Sunday and our lives will remain separate. We'll have one last date tomorrow night and that's it.”

“A date with the kids conveniently out of the picture.” Meredith's eyes sparkled knowingly.

“Too bad I didn't bring any slutty underwear.” Cristina grabbed her bowl of cereal. “I don't know if we'll have sex. I don't know what Owen has planned. We're just taking it one day at a time.”

“Well, how about we do drinks tonight? We could invite Callie and Arizona?”

“Sounds good.”


Derek grinned as he watched Owen exit an exam room. The Chief was more cheerful than he had been in five years.

"I won't ask how you are this morning," Derek said, stepping aside Owen and walking with him. "Your face says it all."

Owen flushed slightly. "I had a good evening with Cristina and the kids."

"I bet. You're practically giddy."

Owen smiled quietly.

"And I hear you're taking her out again Saturday night?"

"I am," Owen nodded.

"Her flight is at noon on Sunday," Derek informed him, adding in a hushed voice, "Make the most of it." He waved as he veered off into another corridor.

Owen paused. Noon. He began to mentally revise his plans as he resumed walking.


After Cristina left Adam Holloway's room, she let out a satisfied sigh. His vitals were improving after the operation with no sign of infection. She'd done it again.

Smiling, she ducked into Arizona's office, her temporary work area. Quickly, she typed up her notes. As she saved her changes, someone knocked on the door. "Come in!"

Cristina's heart leapt as Owen stuck his head in the door. They grinned at each other.

"Good morning." Owen's voice was warm and amused. "Sleep well?"

"Mmm-hmm. You?"

"My dreams were good," he replied, huskily. "Very good."

"Get a room," Arizona wisecracked behind Owen, causing both of them to jump.

Chuckling, Owen took Cristina by the hand and guided her out of the door.

"I can't talk long," he said. "I just wanted to square things away so you're ready for Saturday and Sunday."

"Sunday?" She shook her head. "Owen, I'm leaving Sunday. At noon."

"I know," he assured her. "Have your suitcase packed when I pick you up Saturday, around 6, and I'll take you to the airport."

"No." Cristina sighed. "I can't ask you to do that, I'll take a cab."

"I'm taking you," Owen said. He gently took her hand. "Just once, Cristina ... I want to see you off. It won't be like ... you leaving me ..."

Breathless, she looked deep into his blue eyes and understood. This time would be different.


Surrounded by teenagers, Owen quickly escaped out the front door of the school, letting Kyle and Tricia have some time with their friends. Impulsively, he pulled out his phone and texted Cristina. 'How are you?'

Cristina blinked as she read the message. "Owen's texting me," she whispered to Meredith.

"Sexting you? I thought you were taking it slowly," Meredith frowned.

"'Texting'!" Chuckling, Cristina tapped her phone. 'I'm fine. Mer thinks we're sexting.'

Owen smirked, before responding. 'We can do that if you like. I'm pretty sure I can remember how.'

'Naughty boy. Tell me what I'm supposed to wear tomorrow night.'

'You don't have to wear anything at all...'

Cristina rolled her eyes. 'I'm not going to stand here naked saying goodbye to Mer and McDreamy and their kids.'

'Dress for a nice meal but not too dressy.'

'Thank you.' Cristina grinned. 'Wear a blue shirt that makes your eyes pop. And that can be easily removed.'

Owen grinned from ear to ear, reading his phone. He was going to make the most of Saturday, every single second.


“We're at a mall,” Cristina said with a hint of disbelief the next day, walking along with Meredith. Derek and the kids were in the play area.

“Malls aren't so bad,” Meredith shrugged. “And I wanted to make sure that you're ready for your date with Owen tonight.”

“What now?” Cristina asked, exasperated. “I told you, we've been talking and not having sex. We aren't repeating history. We're taking it very easy and very slowly.”

“I know.” Meredith clasped Cristina's hands. “I want to buy you something to help you make new history.” She guided Cristina toward a store. Filled with all kinds of lingerie.


Later that evening, Cristina zipped her suitcase shut. She looked around the guest room one last time. It had been a good week in Seattle. She'd enjoyed seeing her friends again and she'd made a huge difference in one young man's life.

Smiling, she tucked a lock of hair behind an ear. Now it was time to settle things with Owen, before she returned to the work she loved in Zurich.

Zola entered the room, followed by Bailey. “When will we see you again?” She sweetly asked.

“I don't know.” Cristina crouched down to her height. “I hope it won't be too long.”

“Me neither.” Meredith stood in the doorway. “Perhaps we can have a family trip to Europe someday ... or one of us is nominated for the Harper Avery award next year.”

“It's my turn next.” Grinning, Derek embraced Meredith from behind. “Cristina, Owen just pulled up.” Releasing his wife, Derek grabbed the suitcase and took it from the room.

“Goodbye.” Cristina hugged the children close. “Don't do drugs.”

They giggled as they ran out of the room, leaving the two women alone.

“I'll miss you,” Meredith sighed, embracing Cristina.

“Thank you for having me.” Cristina held onto Meredith for a few moments. “And supporting me.”

“I expect you to call me this week and tell me everything.” Meredith smiled and smoothed Cristina's hair. “You'll be fine.”

Together, they walked to the front door, where the men were waiting. Cristina smiled to see that Owen was wearing a blue button-up shirt, just the kind that complimented his eyes. He grinned and handed her a colorful gerbera flower.

“Have a safe trip.” Derek gave her a quick hug, before she left, waving.


"Is this a new restaurant?" Cristina asked, as they pulled up in front of a seafood restaurant near the coast.

"It is." He hopped out and opened her door, his eyes appreciating the simple sweater and slacks that were hugging her body. Taking her hand, he escorted her into the restaurant, where they were quickly seated.

Cristina gazed upon him. He was relaxed, happy, utterly appealing ... When their wine was delivered, she held up her glass. "To a wonderful night."

"To a wonderful night." They clinked glasses.


"So April's water broke in the middle of the OR, and she refused to step away from the table until someone could be found to take over," Owen chuckled. "Until the first contraction hit. Then she was glad to leave."

"Wow," Cristina replied. "That's dedication. I didn't know she had it in her."

"She loves trauma surgery," he smiled, before taking another bite of his dinner.

Cristina paused. Once again, she couldn't help but think of the issue that divided them, how she had chosen one path because it felt impossible to choose another.

"Cristina?" Owen was looking at her, worried. "You okay?"

“I'm in great danger of revisiting the past,” she slowly said.

“Cristina.” He reached out and grasped her hand. They'd been having such a good evening, he didn't want to see her in pain. “Is ... there something else we need to clear the air about?”

She shook her head. “No. I just ... I wish we could've ...”

Owen rubbed her hand, soothingly. “I know.” He coughed. “Want to tell me about your work? I read your latest paper and-”

"Tell me about Kyle and Tricia," Cristina said. "I heard that you were fostering them before you adopted them, but I don't know the whole story."

Owen smiled. "I became a foster father after Wilson suggested it ... it was a way to help children while ... I decided what I wanted to do next. I didn't go into foster care with the intention to adopt. I'd fostered about ten kids before Kyle and Tricia came to the house, they were my first long-term placement."

His expression turned serious. "They were filthy and neglected ... shuttled from one relative to another. Their father had died in prison ... their mother had gone to the store with money to buy Christmas presents and was found dead with a needle in her arm."

Cristina squeezed his hand.

"They'd been raised without a lot of guidance or structure. They were used to staying up late if they wanted to, they only ate fast food, and they were ... reluctant ... to open up to me." Owen smiled again. "But they liked Smitty and they tried very hard to be good guests in my home. Once we got to know each other ... I realized that I loved them and wanted to be their father. Eventually, we became a family and they even go to bed at a decent time and eat vegetables."

"You'd never know they'd been neglected."

"They were." He sighed. "I feel like I'm racing against time, in a way. It sounds silly, but I wish I could have been there for them when they were really young, the way that ... nobody was. They had grandmothers and aunts and cousins to live with, they had some clothing, they didn't starve, they went to school ... but they didn't have a parent. They missed out on so much."

"They think they won the father lottery," Cristina confided. "That's what Kyle told me when you took Smitty for a walk with Tricia. I agree with them."

Moved, Owen's eyes grew a little moist as he stared at Cristina. "Thank you." He felt that somehow ... she had given her blessing to him.

"You always take on too much blame," she continued, rubbing his hand. "You aren't responsible for what happened to them before. They have a wonderful home with you and Smitty and they're very, very happy. You made that happen, Owen. And I'm happy for you, all of you."

They shared a long and meaningful gaze. His eyes were warm and vulnerable. She shivered, at the intensity of their connection ...

The moment was broken up by Owen's phone chiming. He glanced at it, and something he read made his eyes sparkle.

“What?” She asked.

“Just checking on ... conditions ... for the second part of our date,” he replied, eyes twinkling.

“Making sure the kids are at your mom's?” Cristina teased.

“They're already there. I have something else planned, but some elements ... are beyond my control.” Owen put down the phone and faced her. “Cristina ... you know about my life now, but I don't really know much about yours. I know you work, and you're brilliant and innovative ... but what else is happening in your life? It would ... make me happy to know there's more than work for you in Zurich.”

She tilted her head. “There's Veronika.”

“Who's that? Your landlady?”

Chuckling, Cristina shook her head. “Veronika manages the clinic and she is an administration goddess,” she told Owen. “I'm glad we've become friends; it's nice to have a peer that I'm not in surgical competition with. And who lives in the same time zone. We've gone on a couple of short trips here and there; it started as professional conferences, then she made it her personal mission that I should see Europe beyond the clinic.”

He smiled.

“Veronika is the kind of person that I can be myself with,” she mused. “When it's us and a bottle of wine, I'm not Harper Avery Award winner Dr Yang. I'm Cristina, the loudmouthed woman who doesn't do laundry or give a shit about etiquette. We don't dance it out ... we talk it out.”

“I'm glad,” Owen said, softly. “I'm glad that you can be Cristina with her. Cristina ... is a very special person.”

Their eyes locked again.

“I want to stay in touch,” Cristina blurted out.

“I'd like that.”

“I mean it. I don't want to go years without knowing how you are. Not again.”

Owen leaned over the table and kissed her tenderly. “I don't want to lose contact with you. And I'm pretty sure the kids don't either.”

She smiled.


As they were finishing up dessert, Owen's phone chimed again. He looked at it and his face lit up. “We need to go. Now.”

“What? We haven't gotten the bill?” Cristina frowned. He looked way too excited to have been called into the hospital.

Owen opened his wallet and pulled out a wad of bills, which he put on the table. He leapt up and extended a hand to Cristina. “C'mon!”

Shrugging, she took his hand. He quickly led her out of the restaurant and toward his truck. “Hurry!”

They quickly drove. Cristina's eyes widened when she recognized the scenery. “West Point Lighthouse!”

“Yes!” Owen laughed. “And it's a clear night a couple of days after a major solar flare....”

“No!” Cristina looked up at the sky. “You don't mean ...”

“There is a very good chance of seeing the Northern Lights, according to space weather sites,” he grinned. “I had some alerts set up on my phone.”

She looked at Owen, who was boyish and giddy. “You have never looked hotter,” she purred.

Chortling, Owen pulled into the parking lot. She didn't wait for him to open her door, she jumped out, eager to see the sky.

Above them, they could see colored pillars of light, shimmering in the air.

“Oh it's beautiful!” Cristina turned to Owen, who hugged her. “Well played, Hunt.”

What seemed like hours later, they were nestled under a blanket in the truck bed, watching as the lights faded.

“Mmm-hmmm.” She wriggled closer, savoring the warmth of his body. “This was the perfect first date.”

Owen chuckled. “Years in the making.” He threaded his fingers in her hair and kissed her deeply.

She smiled. “Say it had been a cloudy night or there hadn't been a solar flare ... did you have a back-up plan?”

His eyes danced mischievously. “Plan B was us naked in my shower.”

Slowly, Cristina traced his profile. “What are we waiting for?”


Laughing, Cristina and Owen raced to the front door of his house. She started undoing his shirt while he unlocked the door. Once they were inside, he scooped her up and headed for the stairs, while she ran her fingers over his bared skin.

They paused as they entered the bedroom. Smitty was lying in the middle of Owen's bed.

“Oh no,” Cristina said. “He's not watching.”

“C'mon boy!” Owen said to the dog. “Go sleep somewhere else!”

The dog sat up and panted happily.

Cristina and Owen shared a glance. “I'll take care of this,” he promised, putting her down. Briskly, Owen reached out and grabbed Smitty's collar. The dog barked in protest as he was guided him off of the bed and out the door. He whined pitifully as he looked up at Owen.

“I'll be right back,” Owen promised Cristina, before going downstairs, the dog at his heels. Smitty ran to the back door and looked up at him, plaintively.

“Now?!?” Owen opened the door and let the dog out. “Make it quick!” He unbuttoned and removed his shirt, then checked on Smitty, who was sniffing the picnic table. “Come on in!”

Hastily, he grabbed a handful of dog biscuits and scattered them on the kitchen floor. Smitty immediately ran back into the house and dove into the treats.

“Stay downstairs and do not scratch at my bedroom door,” Owen told the dog. “I haven't had sex in a very long time and I'm going to be busy!”

Quickly, Owen sprinted up the stairs, praying that Cristina hadn't changed her mind. When he entered the room, she'd pulled back the covers on his bed, and was lying on it. Wearing a red lace bra, matching panties, and a smirk.

Without looking back, Owen kicked the door shut behind him.

Anticipation rose in Cristina's blood, as she watched Owen shed his clothing at lightning speed. He was as toned and muscular as she remembered, and she shifted her legs, her body responding to the sight of him in his glorious flesh.

His eyes appreciated her petite and delectable body before Owen climbed on the bed and laid down beside her. Cupping her face with one hand, he kissed her, before whispering “I love you” in her ear.

Unexpected tears came to her eyes – his tenderness hit her like an anvil. “Owen...”

“I know,” he said, before kissing her neck. “Just for tonight...”

Silently Cristina nodded, running her hand along his hip.

“I almost don't know where to start,” Owen murmured, his hands touching and squeezing. “I want all of you.”

She looked directly at him. “You have all of me.”

That was all the encouragement he needed, before planting one of his patented scorching kisses on her.


Accustomed to a different time zone, Cristina was the first to wake up. She blinked, slowly becoming aware of her surroundings. Warm and cozy, she was wrapped up in Owen's arms as they spooned. They were covered by a sheet, the pillows and blankets from his bed having been kicked to the floor during the night.

A very good night. She grinned from ear to ear. The lovemaking had been epic, getting reacquainted with his body as he bestowed love and affection onto every inch of her flesh. Owen had always been one to take care of her in bed, and his attention to detail was legendary. Similarly, she had been very good to him, she was pretty sure he was wearing traces of her lipstick under the sheet ...

Carefully, she removed herself from his embrace, and left the bed. She peeked in his closet and helped herself to one of his t-shirts, pulling it on before padding to the bathroom.

After she relieved herself and washed her hands, Cristina wandered to the kids' bedrooms, curious. Tricia's room was very neat and organized. She ran a finger along a collection of necklaces, hanging on the wall. Knowing what Owen had told her about their past, Cristina found it endearing that Tricia took very good care of all that she had now.

Smitty looked up from Kyle's bed when she entered his room. Chuckling, she patted the dog's head, before looking around. Her eyes were drawn to a large collection of photos pinned to a wall. She walked over for a closer look.

The pictures took her breath away. It wasn't just that Kyle had some talent for composition and color, it was that there were so many pictures of Owen from the last few years. Happy, laughing, proud. There were pictures of them travelling, going for a run, cheering at a sports event.

“Cristina?” Owen was leaning against the doorframe, wrapped in the sheet. “You okay?”

“Yes,” she smiled. Gesturing to the photos, she asked, “you're going to be all right, aren't you?”

Surprised, he thought about the question before nodding. “Yes. I'll miss you, but I'll be all right.” He frowned. “Will you?”

“I will.” She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Thank you for last night.”

“Thank you.” He kissed her forehead. “It was beautiful.”

“My pleasure.” Cristina leaned against his bare chest.

Stroking her hair, Owen's eyes turned mischievous. “Now how about that shower? You could use some shampoo ...”


She had expected the drive to the airport to be awkward, but it wasn't. Owen asked many questions about life in Zurich and Switzerland, and Cristina answered as best as she could. She had actually visited quite a lot of her new region, at Veronika's insistence.

Once they got to the Security gate, they fell silent.

Cristina didn't want to look at Owen, to see him in pain and accentuate her own. So she turned her eyes to the floor.

His fingers gently tilted her chin up and their eyes met.

“It's all right,” Owen said, tenderly. His eyes were a brilliant, yet peaceful, blue. “You can go back.”

Cristina nodded, her dark eyes locked with his. “Thank you.”

They stood there, communicating their love wordlessly, as people whirled around them. Finally, she broke the silence. “I should go now.”

“Text me when you get there,” he said. “Please. I want to know you got home safe.”

“I will.” She grabbed his face and kissed him, hard. “Thank you for this week.”

He smiled. “Take care now.”

They kissed again, lingeringly. Then Cristina picked up her bag and walked through the doors of Security, while Owen watched. When she was out of sight, he turned around and left.

Operating on a patient that has endured multiple surgeries is tricky. You have to work with existing scar tissues. There is the risk of more trauma by having go through the scars to repair damage, but the payoff could be a healthier and happier patient.

Author's note: two more chapters left! What do you think, can these two work it out?


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