Fanfiction:The Moments After (2/7)
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in_the_afterTitle: The Moments After (2/7)
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Rating: PG
Pairing: Cristina/ Owen
Summary: Owen and Cristina following the Season 6 finale
Disclaimer: All characters are unfortunately property of ABC. No copyright infringement is intended – for non-commercial entertainment purposes only.
Author's Note: Once again, a huge shout out and thank you to my awesome beta-reader Shli -crazyflirtca .
Chapter 2
3 hours
Cristina could hear him before she could see him.
Owen’s deep voice, laced with anger and frustration, echoed throughout the hallway. Hearing him argue with his unwitting captors, Cristina could feel his exasperation reverberating in his every word. Obviously, someone was not taking “No” for an answer.
Thankfully, Cristina’s Person had already given her a heads up on the situation before leaving to care for Derek. Apparently in her guy’s expert medical opinion, as Seattle Grace’s Head of Trauma, it was completely unnecessary for him to spend the night for observation. Meredith had given her a sympathetic look as she’d told her what room to find him in - or rather, what room he was supposed to be in.
Turning the corner, she spotted Owen, with his back turned towards her, comically alternating between making animated gestures at Webber and Teddy and holding onto the IV pole for balance with his one good arm. Yep, “her guy” was certainly not going down without a fight.
Making her way closer to the group, she spotted Nurse Tyler out of the corner of her eye mouthing, “Help,” gesturing his head towards the trio of doctors. Shaking her head in amusement, she quietly walked up behind Owen and gently took his hand into hers.
Owen quickly turned around in surprise at her sudden presence and nearly lost his balance in the process. Sensing an ally in her, he began to restate his case. “They’re trying to make me spend the night. I keep telling them that it’s just a through-and-through and that I’m fine, but they won’t let me leave. Can you tell them that I’m…”
Cristina abruptly silenced him with a look. She was not in the mood to hear any of his irrational arguments right now. Holding his gaze with a pointed glare, she watched as his bravado instantly melted away into an accepting nod.
Without another word, Owen slowly turned and walked back into his hospital room. The astonished expressions of Webber and Teddy at Owen’s sudden retreat did not go unnoticed, and she gained a small sense of satisfaction from them. Nurse Tyler was the first of the stunned group to move, quickly following Owen into his room to help him get back into bed before he had any second thoughts.
Glancing over her shoulder to watch Nurse Tyler reattach a disgruntled Owen to his monitors, Cristina had to hold back the little smile that was threatening to cross her face. She was about to join the pair in the room when Webber’s voice stopped her in her tracks.
“Yang.”
Cristina immediately turned around. Titled or not, Webber would always be the Chief and when the Chief used that tone of voice, it meant “shut up and listen.”
“You did a hell of a job there today, Yang. I don’t know how you were able to do what you did in those circumstances, but I want you to know how proud I am of you.”
Despite the horrific events of the day, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride at the man’s words. “Thank you, sir.”
“No, thank you. You deserve it.” Gesturing towards Owen’s room, his expression changed, and he gave her a stern look, “Now, you make sure he stays in that room all night, you hear me? I can’t have another attending out due to some preventable complication that occurred just because he thinks that he can fix himself.”
Cristina smiled. With a quick glance towards Owen, she gave Webber an affirmative nod. “Yes, sir.”
“Well, good night.”
With that, the “Chief” stepped forward, and Cristina found herself suddenly engulfed in a huge bear hug. “I’m very proud”.
Just as quickly as the impromptu embrace began, it was over.
Turning back around, she noticed that Teddy was still there. The woman hadn’t uttered a word since Cristina had first walked up. Now, she was quietly looking into Owen’s room.
Cristina was about to say something to her, until she noticed it - the hopeful linger was gone. Sure, she had noticed it before, but she had always assumed it was just an old artifact of their war bond. Irritating, yes, but she had never thought that it could be due to any real romantic feelings, at least none reciprocated by Owen, until Meredith put those doubts into her head a few days ago.
Not that it mattered now. There was no doubt in her mind to whom Owen’s heart truly belonged and judging by Teddy’s gaze, apparently his friend had finally realized this, too.
The blonde surgeon finally turned away from the glass and caught Cristina looking at her.
“You were amazing today, Cristina. You really were. I’m so glad that you’re okay.”
“Thank you. I’m glad you made it out okay, too.”
An embarrassed look quickly passed over Teddy’s face. She paused, as if she was carefully considering her next words. “I never meant to….I didn’t want to ever…”
“I know.” And she did. Cristina understood what she was referring to, what she was trying to apologize for. No more words were necessary. Sure, it was more forgiveness than Teddy deserved for wrecking havoc on her relationship with Owen for the past eight months. But after today, Cristina had no desire to be spiteful. It was over. Time to move on. Teddy gave her an appreciative smile and turned to leave.
Inexplicably struck by the sudden urge to tell her how much Teddy’s mentorship meant to her, Cristina called out, “Pig or cow”.
Teddy turned, obviously confused. “What?”
“Pig or cow.”
“I don’t understand. Pig or…”
Cristina interjected, “From my first solo surgery. Pig or cow. That’s how I knew what approach to choose today. I wouldn’t have been able to perform that procedure today if you hadn’t taught me.”
“Cristina, I…”
“I want you to stay.” The words came out of her mouth automatically. Maybe it was due to her gut feeling that Teddy would want to leave now since Owen was no longer in the picture. And as much as she wanted to deny it, Teddy was the best mentor she’d ever had. Sure, Burke had taught her procedures that had made her light-years ahead of her peers in terms of skills. But really, it wasn’t until Teddy that she regained the confidence in her skills.
Teddy’s eyes darted nervously between Owen’s room and the floor, seemingly debating what to do. After a few moments, she finally looked back at Cristina and gave her a nod. “Of course.”
Cristina reciprocated the gesture. “Okay”.
Teddy gave one last glance back towards Owen’s hospital room. Turning to walk away, she paused and looked at Cristina.
“Take care of him.”
Despite the strong desire to point out that she had never stopped taking care of Owen, Cristina forced herself to hold her tongue. Obviously, this was Teddy’s way of telling her she was really letting go and closing this chapter on her life, so she gently told her, “I will.”
With a quick nod, Teddy left.
Looking back towards Owen’s room, Cristina noticed him watching her through half-lidded eyes. Clearly, the exhaustion from the day’s events was finally a toll. As she made her way over to his bed to re-check his monitors, she could feel his gaze tracking her every move. Sure, the rational doctor part of her knew that he was fine, but she needed the reassurance. She needed to be reassured that nothing else horrible could happen today.
“I’m fine,” Owen groggily slurred. Cristina smirked. Apparently, Tyler had also added a morphine drip before Mr. Tough Guy could have second thoughts about staying.
“Oh yeah, having a hole in your shoulder is no big deal at all,” she snapped back as she checked his bandage.
“Nah…it’s just a flesh wound.” She rolled her eyes at him as he tried to crack a smile in an apparent attempt to lighten her mood.
Cristina, however, was exhausted and wasn’t in the mood to joke around. “It’s not just a flesh wound, Owen. You were shot. You were…” Without warning, all of the emotions that she thought she was past came rushing back and tears suddenly filled her eyes.
Owen immediately noticed the change, his eyes widening in alarm. “Cristina? Cristina, come here.”
Ignoring his request, she turned her back to him and quickly wiped away the tears spilling down her cheeks. With a deep breath, she turned back around and busied herself with monitoring his vitals, shaking her head at his concern. “No. I’m fine. I just have to check…”.
“Cristina?”
Cristina looked up, reacting to his gentle tone. Owen winced as he slowly readjusted his position on the bed with his good arm. Gesturing towards the newly opened space beside him, he quietly said, “Please…Come here and let me hold you.”
Cristina bit her lip and felt the last bit of her resolve crumble away.
It was his eyes. As much as she could influence him with a single glance, the opposite was equally true. His pleading look was all it took for her to immediately slip out of her shoes and crawl into bed with him.
Curling up against his side, her sobs quickly overtook her as Owen softly stroked her back with his one good arm.
Clutching the tear-soaked fabric of his shirt, she stuttered the words that she would never utter aloud to anyone else but him, “I was so scared.”
“I would have killed him before I let anything happen to you.” Despite his drug-induced state, she could hear the steely clear resolve in his voice.
His declaration caused her to immediately flash back to the scene in the OR. The horror of him getting shot replayed over and over in her mind. “I…I almost lost you.”
“No, no. Shh….I’m here.” Owen paused to take a shallow breath to steady his voice, but she could hear it slightly crack as he whispered, “I’ll never leave you.”
The minutes passed by in silence as Cristina closed her eyes and simply laid her head next to his while holding his hand. While he stroked the back of her hand with his thumb, Cristina opened her eyes and said, “You came back for me.”
“Of course I did. I can’t lose you, Cristina. You’re the love of my life.” Owen whispered back to her, obviously fighting to stay awake.
Cristina raised her head to look into his eyes, which were glassy with tears. Shaking his head, he whispered, “I’m so sorry for hurting you.”
She silenced him with a soft kiss to the lips. As she pulled away, she saw him intensely looking into her eyes, willing her to believe him. “I love you,” he said emphatically.
Cristina leaned forward to capture his lips in a passionate kiss. Resting her forehead against his, she whispered, “I love you, too,” and gave him one last lingering kiss before lowering her head next to his on the pillow.
The exhaustion- and the morphine- was clearly overtaking him and she could feel his breathing begin to slow as he drifted off to sleep. She waited, then quietly slid out of bed, thinking to sleep on the nearby couch so he could have a restful night.
As she was about to swing her other leg out of the bed, she felt him grab her wrist.
Without opening his eyes, he groggily murmured, “Stay. Please.”
Cristina lifted the blanket and slid back under the covers with him. Leaning up, she softly kissed each of his closed eyelids before giving him a tender kiss on the lips. Feeling her own eyes grow heavy with exhaustion, she grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers together. Finally feeling safe for the first time that day, Cristina allowed herself to succumb to sleep and finally have a moment of peace.
Author:
athebeach_13 Rating: PG
Pairing: Cristina/ Owen
Summary: Owen and Cristina following the Season 6 finale
Disclaimer: All characters are unfortunately property of ABC. No copyright infringement is intended – for non-commercial entertainment purposes only.
Author's Note: Once again, a huge shout out and thank you to my awesome beta-reader Shli -
crazyflirtca . Chapter 2
3 hours
Cristina could hear him before she could see him.
Owen’s deep voice, laced with anger and frustration, echoed throughout the hallway. Hearing him argue with his unwitting captors, Cristina could feel his exasperation reverberating in his every word. Obviously, someone was not taking “No” for an answer.
Thankfully, Cristina’s Person had already given her a heads up on the situation before leaving to care for Derek. Apparently in her guy’s expert medical opinion, as Seattle Grace’s Head of Trauma, it was completely unnecessary for him to spend the night for observation. Meredith had given her a sympathetic look as she’d told her what room to find him in - or rather, what room he was supposed to be in.
Turning the corner, she spotted Owen, with his back turned towards her, comically alternating between making animated gestures at Webber and Teddy and holding onto the IV pole for balance with his one good arm. Yep, “her guy” was certainly not going down without a fight.
Making her way closer to the group, she spotted Nurse Tyler out of the corner of her eye mouthing, “Help,” gesturing his head towards the trio of doctors. Shaking her head in amusement, she quietly walked up behind Owen and gently took his hand into hers.
Owen quickly turned around in surprise at her sudden presence and nearly lost his balance in the process. Sensing an ally in her, he began to restate his case. “They’re trying to make me spend the night. I keep telling them that it’s just a through-and-through and that I’m fine, but they won’t let me leave. Can you tell them that I’m…”
Cristina abruptly silenced him with a look. She was not in the mood to hear any of his irrational arguments right now. Holding his gaze with a pointed glare, she watched as his bravado instantly melted away into an accepting nod.
Without another word, Owen slowly turned and walked back into his hospital room. The astonished expressions of Webber and Teddy at Owen’s sudden retreat did not go unnoticed, and she gained a small sense of satisfaction from them. Nurse Tyler was the first of the stunned group to move, quickly following Owen into his room to help him get back into bed before he had any second thoughts.
Glancing over her shoulder to watch Nurse Tyler reattach a disgruntled Owen to his monitors, Cristina had to hold back the little smile that was threatening to cross her face. She was about to join the pair in the room when Webber’s voice stopped her in her tracks.
“Yang.”
Cristina immediately turned around. Titled or not, Webber would always be the Chief and when the Chief used that tone of voice, it meant “shut up and listen.”
“You did a hell of a job there today, Yang. I don’t know how you were able to do what you did in those circumstances, but I want you to know how proud I am of you.”
Despite the horrific events of the day, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride at the man’s words. “Thank you, sir.”
“No, thank you. You deserve it.” Gesturing towards Owen’s room, his expression changed, and he gave her a stern look, “Now, you make sure he stays in that room all night, you hear me? I can’t have another attending out due to some preventable complication that occurred just because he thinks that he can fix himself.”
Cristina smiled. With a quick glance towards Owen, she gave Webber an affirmative nod. “Yes, sir.”
“Well, good night.”
With that, the “Chief” stepped forward, and Cristina found herself suddenly engulfed in a huge bear hug. “I’m very proud”.
Just as quickly as the impromptu embrace began, it was over.
Turning back around, she noticed that Teddy was still there. The woman hadn’t uttered a word since Cristina had first walked up. Now, she was quietly looking into Owen’s room.
Cristina was about to say something to her, until she noticed it - the hopeful linger was gone. Sure, she had noticed it before, but she had always assumed it was just an old artifact of their war bond. Irritating, yes, but she had never thought that it could be due to any real romantic feelings, at least none reciprocated by Owen, until Meredith put those doubts into her head a few days ago.
Not that it mattered now. There was no doubt in her mind to whom Owen’s heart truly belonged and judging by Teddy’s gaze, apparently his friend had finally realized this, too.
The blonde surgeon finally turned away from the glass and caught Cristina looking at her.
“You were amazing today, Cristina. You really were. I’m so glad that you’re okay.”
“Thank you. I’m glad you made it out okay, too.”
An embarrassed look quickly passed over Teddy’s face. She paused, as if she was carefully considering her next words. “I never meant to….I didn’t want to ever…”
“I know.” And she did. Cristina understood what she was referring to, what she was trying to apologize for. No more words were necessary. Sure, it was more forgiveness than Teddy deserved for wrecking havoc on her relationship with Owen for the past eight months. But after today, Cristina had no desire to be spiteful. It was over. Time to move on. Teddy gave her an appreciative smile and turned to leave.
Inexplicably struck by the sudden urge to tell her how much Teddy’s mentorship meant to her, Cristina called out, “Pig or cow”.
Teddy turned, obviously confused. “What?”
“Pig or cow.”
“I don’t understand. Pig or…”
Cristina interjected, “From my first solo surgery. Pig or cow. That’s how I knew what approach to choose today. I wouldn’t have been able to perform that procedure today if you hadn’t taught me.”
“Cristina, I…”
“I want you to stay.” The words came out of her mouth automatically. Maybe it was due to her gut feeling that Teddy would want to leave now since Owen was no longer in the picture. And as much as she wanted to deny it, Teddy was the best mentor she’d ever had. Sure, Burke had taught her procedures that had made her light-years ahead of her peers in terms of skills. But really, it wasn’t until Teddy that she regained the confidence in her skills.
Teddy’s eyes darted nervously between Owen’s room and the floor, seemingly debating what to do. After a few moments, she finally looked back at Cristina and gave her a nod. “Of course.”
Cristina reciprocated the gesture. “Okay”.
Teddy gave one last glance back towards Owen’s hospital room. Turning to walk away, she paused and looked at Cristina.
“Take care of him.”
Despite the strong desire to point out that she had never stopped taking care of Owen, Cristina forced herself to hold her tongue. Obviously, this was Teddy’s way of telling her she was really letting go and closing this chapter on her life, so she gently told her, “I will.”
With a quick nod, Teddy left.
Looking back towards Owen’s room, Cristina noticed him watching her through half-lidded eyes. Clearly, the exhaustion from the day’s events was finally a toll. As she made her way over to his bed to re-check his monitors, she could feel his gaze tracking her every move. Sure, the rational doctor part of her knew that he was fine, but she needed the reassurance. She needed to be reassured that nothing else horrible could happen today.
“I’m fine,” Owen groggily slurred. Cristina smirked. Apparently, Tyler had also added a morphine drip before Mr. Tough Guy could have second thoughts about staying.
“Oh yeah, having a hole in your shoulder is no big deal at all,” she snapped back as she checked his bandage.
“Nah…it’s just a flesh wound.” She rolled her eyes at him as he tried to crack a smile in an apparent attempt to lighten her mood.
Cristina, however, was exhausted and wasn’t in the mood to joke around. “It’s not just a flesh wound, Owen. You were shot. You were…” Without warning, all of the emotions that she thought she was past came rushing back and tears suddenly filled her eyes.
Owen immediately noticed the change, his eyes widening in alarm. “Cristina? Cristina, come here.”
Ignoring his request, she turned her back to him and quickly wiped away the tears spilling down her cheeks. With a deep breath, she turned back around and busied herself with monitoring his vitals, shaking her head at his concern. “No. I’m fine. I just have to check…”.
“Cristina?”
Cristina looked up, reacting to his gentle tone. Owen winced as he slowly readjusted his position on the bed with his good arm. Gesturing towards the newly opened space beside him, he quietly said, “Please…Come here and let me hold you.”
Cristina bit her lip and felt the last bit of her resolve crumble away.
It was his eyes. As much as she could influence him with a single glance, the opposite was equally true. His pleading look was all it took for her to immediately slip out of her shoes and crawl into bed with him.
Curling up against his side, her sobs quickly overtook her as Owen softly stroked her back with his one good arm.
Clutching the tear-soaked fabric of his shirt, she stuttered the words that she would never utter aloud to anyone else but him, “I was so scared.”
“I would have killed him before I let anything happen to you.” Despite his drug-induced state, she could hear the steely clear resolve in his voice.
His declaration caused her to immediately flash back to the scene in the OR. The horror of him getting shot replayed over and over in her mind. “I…I almost lost you.”
“No, no. Shh….I’m here.” Owen paused to take a shallow breath to steady his voice, but she could hear it slightly crack as he whispered, “I’ll never leave you.”
The minutes passed by in silence as Cristina closed her eyes and simply laid her head next to his while holding his hand. While he stroked the back of her hand with his thumb, Cristina opened her eyes and said, “You came back for me.”
“Of course I did. I can’t lose you, Cristina. You’re the love of my life.” Owen whispered back to her, obviously fighting to stay awake.
Cristina raised her head to look into his eyes, which were glassy with tears. Shaking his head, he whispered, “I’m so sorry for hurting you.”
She silenced him with a soft kiss to the lips. As she pulled away, she saw him intensely looking into her eyes, willing her to believe him. “I love you,” he said emphatically.
Cristina leaned forward to capture his lips in a passionate kiss. Resting her forehead against his, she whispered, “I love you, too,” and gave him one last lingering kiss before lowering her head next to his on the pillow.
The exhaustion- and the morphine- was clearly overtaking him and she could feel his breathing begin to slow as he drifted off to sleep. She waited, then quietly slid out of bed, thinking to sleep on the nearby couch so he could have a restful night.
As she was about to swing her other leg out of the bed, she felt him grab her wrist.
Without opening his eyes, he groggily murmured, “Stay. Please.”
Cristina lifted the blanket and slid back under the covers with him. Leaning up, she softly kissed each of his closed eyelids before giving him a tender kiss on the lips. Feeling her own eyes grow heavy with exhaustion, she grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers together. Finally feeling safe for the first time that day, Cristina allowed herself to succumb to sleep and finally have a moment of peace.
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Date: 2010-06-16 02:14 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-06-16 02:14 pm (UTC)So far, parts 1 & 2 reallyyy pulled on my heartstrings.
I love the ending ;) Looking forward to the rest!
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Date: 2010-06-17 08:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-16 03:25 pm (UTC)Just couldn't stop smiling and squeeing while reading the C/O part with Owen comforting Cristina, their 'I love yous" and them snuggled up together at the end. Can't wait for your next chapter!
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Date: 2010-06-16 03:51 pm (UTC)I can all PRAY that we get scenes like these chapters when we return in S7!
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Date: 2010-06-17 08:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-16 04:16 pm (UTC)And it was my pleasure to beta-read! If it means you continue writing, then I'll always be happy to do it. (Still working on your next chapters. Hehe. I may do them at work. Shhh....)
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Date: 2010-06-17 06:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-17 07:30 am (UTC)Great, now I'm stuck in the loop of watching...
I love how there are two little kisses in there, just like the bridge kiss from season 5 finale. Two kisses with a smile in between. Hehe.
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Date: 2010-06-16 06:50 pm (UTC)Great work, can't wait to read the next chapters. :)
Take care.
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Date: 2010-06-17 05:43 am (UTC)Hehe I'm signing up for the vigil outside Shonda's home...
Looking forward to more.
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