A/N: it's been a while, I know! I apologize. Like I said in my other fic, I have a lot going on right now and it makes it hard to write. It's also really hard to write this story because I'm not entirely sure where it's going. But I will soon. Promise. Thank you for being patient. I really appreciate it xxx
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11 August 2016
Cristina pulled her t-shirt over her head and fluffed out her hair.
"Will you come to therapy with me?"
She turned to look at him. He was still in bed, his blue eyes soft and ginger hair ruffled. She knitted her brows and smiled. "What?"
"Will you come to therapy with me?" He repeated.
"That's the question you choose to ask me after we've just had sex?"
He smiled. "My therapist suggested that I bring you to one of my sessions. It would give her a chance to meet you and assess our relationship."
"Why would I want anyone assessing our relationship?"
"It would help." He paused. "Both of us. It would help both of us."
She looked at him and then turned away. "I don't know."
"Cristina." He said gently and she turned back to him. "Please. Just do this for me?"
"Do I have to?"
"No." He shook his head. "But it would mean a lot if you did." He sat up and took her head into his hands. "I want us to work. I want us to be able to sleep in the same bed together. I want to be able to hold you and wake up to you and I want us to be okay. And I think this will help."
"You do?"
"I do."
She was quiet for a moment and then she nodded. "Okay."
He smiled. "Really?"
"Really."
He pulled her into a kiss and was about to deepen it when she pulled away. "Nope." She stood up and grabbed her jeans from the floor, pulling it on. "I have to get home. I have work in the morning."
"C'mon. I'll be quick."
"Owen," she laughed, trying her best to look stern. "No. You have to take me home."
He crawled over to her side and swung his legs over the bed. He cocked his head to the side and dragged her by the flaps of her unzipped jeans, over to him.
He lifted up her t-shirt just enough to place a kiss on her abdomen, his tongue darting out to taste her skin. She took a deep breath in.
"Owen."
"Hmm?" He kissed the valley between her breasts through her shirt, his hands exploring beneath it.
"I have to go home."
"Okay." He began to kiss her neck and felt her relax into his arms, her resolve slipping away.
"I really have to go."
He looked into her eyes and her lips parted, her body anticipating what was about to happen.
He looked down at her lips and her body caught fire as he leaned in and captured them in a searing kiss, his tongue and lips and teeth devouring her.
She suddenly pushed away.
He looked at her, disappointed that his efforts hadn't worked but then she pulled off her top and tossed it aside. "Okay, one last time and then I really have to go." She stated as she made her way back into his arms, pulling her jeans off in the process.
Owen smiled triumphantly. "Whatever you say."
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Cristina looked up at Owen, his eyes playful. "Okay, you walked me up to the door."
"I want to see you go inside."
She laughed and shook her head. "You're clingy, aren't you?"
"I am."
She turned away from him to unlock the door and he went to stand behind her, pulling her against him. His hand began to travel up her shirt and she swatted him away, turning to him. "Seriously?"
He nodded. "Seriously."
"Dr. Hunt, I don't know about you, but us humans need to sleep."
"Oh, sleep is for the weak."
She rolled her eyes in amusement and stepped inside the house.
She looked around.
Something seemed off.
Owen knitted his brows. "What's wrong?"
"Meredith?" She called out. There wasn't any answer. "Derek?" She made her way up the stairs and found that all of the rooms were empty. She looked at her watch. It was way too late for them to still be out.
She took out her phone and dialed Derek's number.
He answered almost immediately. "Cristina."
"Where are you?"
"At the hospital." He sounded tired.
"Hospital?" She started making her way downstairs. "Why are you at the hospital?"
"Meredith fainted."
"She what?" She exclaimed. "Why didn't you call me?"
"It wasn't anything serious. She just hadn't eaten today and I brought her down to make sure she was alright."
"Okay." She looked at Owen. "I'll be there in a few minutes."
"There's really no need-"
"See you soon."
She hung up and stared at the man in front of her.
He held out his keys. "Let's go."
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Owen chased after Cristina as she made her way through the hospital halls in search of Meredith's room.
She spotted Derek through one of the windows and immediately stepped inside.
"What happened?"
He looked at her standing by the door and stood up. "She's okay. She just... fainted."
"She had chemo today." She walked over to Meredith's side.
"I know."
"And you didn't get her something to eat?"
"She didn't want to eat."
"Of course she didn't want to eat. She just had chemo! You have to force her." Cristina raised her voice a little. She looked down at Meredith's sleeping face. "You couldn't fix her wig?" She asked as she adjusted it.
"Okay, Cristina, I get it. I can't take care of her as well as you can."
She scoffed. "No, you can't."
"But here's the thing, I didn't get myself fired so I didn't sit at home all day-"
"Okay, woah." Owen stepped in. "I know tensions are high because someone you both care about is ill but there's no reason to be at each other's throats." He looked at the two of them. "Now, Derek, how about the two of us step outside and give Cristina a minute with Meredith."
Derek looked at Cristina and then nodded, making his way out of the room.
"Are you going to be okay?" Owen asked.
"I'm okay." She nodded.
"I'll be outside." He stated and closed the door behind him. He walked over to where Derek stood at the nurses station.
"She's impossible."
Owen smiled. "Yes, she is." He nodded. "But it's because she cares so much. So deeply."
Derek couldn't argue. "Yeah."
"I think the two of us just need to learn to step back when it comes to those two. I need to accept that I'm not Meredith and you need to accept that you're not Cristina."
"I hate to admit it but I think you're right."
The men watched Meredith smile as she woke up, spotting Cristina beside her.
"I think her first love is always going to be Cristina." Derek commented.
Owen nodded. "We're always going to come in second."
Derek turned to him. "And you're okay with it?"
He looked at Derek and then at Cristina, her face beautifully lit with a smile. "If it means that I get to be with her for the rest of my life? Hell yeah I'm okay with it."
Derek smiled and turned back to the window. "Yeah, I know what you mean."
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Cristina helped Meredith into bed and pulled the covers over her. "Are you warm?"
"I am."
"Do you need anything?" Derek asked.
Meredith laughed. "I'm okay. You guys can stop fussing over me now."
"They're never going to stop." Owen commented from the door.
"Oh, what do you know?" Cristina looked back at him and then at Meredith. "He's right, you know."
Owen smiled. He looked down at his watch. "I'm going to get going. I've gotta get to work in a few hours."
"I'll walk you out." Cristina offered.
"Feel better, Mer." Owen greeted her.
"Thank you for bringing her to the hospital. She probably would've walked or hijacked a car if you weren't here."
"She's right." Cristina informed him.
"No problem."
Owen and Derek said goodnight to one another and then Cristina followed him down the stairs.
He opened the front door and stood in the doorway. "Well, that was a dramatic end to our night."
Cristina smiled, stepping forward so that they were inches away. "Yeah, you'll quickly learn that everything's dramatic when it involves me."
"I'm okay with that."
She wrapped her arms around his waist and brought him close. "See you tomorrow?"
"See you tomorrow." He leaned down and kissed her for several minutes.
She pulled back, her eyes hooded, and pushed him out the door. "Please leave before I cave again."
He laughed. "Goodnight."
"Night."
She watched him climb into his truck and disappear around a corner.
She closed the door and locked it.
She ran her fingers over her lips as she climbed the stairs, smiling slightly.
She already couldn't wait to see him. And that annoyed her more than she could say. But she decided to just go with the flow for once. Maybe it lead somewhere good.