Author's Note: Couldn't help myself. I just had to write an Owen/Cristina story, especially since all the other wonderful authors out there are coming up with awesome storylines. Kudos to my fellow writers: you are all fantastic! (Plus, we're going to have to survive 2 weeks, so this will help with my sanity.) Unlike my other fanfiction, I'm not going to make this one a cohesive story, just a series of random stories as inspiration hits me (like the House/Cameron MiniStories) because the writers are doing a wonderful job with their storyline so far. So, onward and upward!


The Professor's Back

Someone's hand was on Cristina's ass, and it wasn't Owen's. Dr. Colin Marlow, the cardio god and former professor, was back at Seattle Grace with the same mission of winning Cristina back – and this time, there was no Burke to stand in his way.

"Well, aren't you glad to see me?" Colin asked, his hand rubbing her bottom in a suggestive and highly inappropriate manner.

Cristina, shaking off the shock of seeing him after so long, brought her hands up to his chest and gave him a shove back. She was never one for hugs; and even if she didn't have an aversion to hugs in general, she didn't want one from him.

Colin gave her a look of exasperation. "Don't tell me you're engaged again. You've really got to stop with all that nonsense." Colin stepped towards her as though to catch her arm or give her yet another hug. Cristina quickly stepped back, hitting the hard wall of someone's chest. She whipped her head back to see who she had run into. Her heart dropped – this was not good.

"Is there a problem here?" Owen asked, giving Colin a cold hard glare before looking down at Cristina. Cristina could see the tension in Owen's body as he attempted to restrain himself from causing a scene in the middle of the hospital.

"Uh, Dr. Hunt, I was just on my way to find you. Bailey needs a consult on her patient. She's in trauma one." With her back to Colin, she silently pleaded with Owen to go. He gave her a look that told her that they were going to discuss this later before heading towards the ER – but not without giving Colin another glare.

"Let me guess. That was the new man in your life? Really, Cristina, your taste is slipping," Colin remarked, the snobby tone emphasized with his British accent.

Cristina brushed off the remark about her personal life. There was no way she'd give him the satisfaction of acting defensive. "What are you doing here, anyways? I thought you said you were never coming back." Cristina folded her arms across her chest.

"Well, seeing as Seattle Grace seems to keep on losing its cardiothoracic surgeons, I'm here to perform a heterotropic heart transplant. And if you've gone back to being the Cristina I know, you won't be able to resist joining in on the surgery."

Just then, Cristina's beeper went off. It was a page from Owen. Sparing Colin the briefest of looks, she answered, "I'm in, but keep your hands to yourself." Then, she turned and walked away.


"So, who was that?" Owen asked after Cristina closed the door behind her to the on-call room. Owen was sitting on the lower bunk and Cristina took a seat next to him.

"He was my professor from Stanford. We had a thing. He's here to perform a heart transplant, that's all."

"I don't think that's all. The guy's hand was on your ass."

"Yeah, he has some boundary issues."

"Are you going to scrub in on the surgery?"

"Why? Are you going to ask me not to?"

"No. You should learn from the best. But if I see him touch you inappropriately again, I'm not going to just stand by and let it slide. I've only got so much self-control, Cristina."

Cristina looked down at his clenched fist and placed her hand gently on top of it. He immediately relaxed his hand and interlaced his fingers with hers. Cristina rested her head on his shoulder, and Owen turned his head so that he can kiss her on the top of her head.


"Well, that went perfectly, if I say so myself," Colin said as he washed his hands in the sink.

Cristina rolled her eyes at his arrogance. She couldn't believe that she used to be attracted to him – and men like him. Now, she was not about the name and the prestige, she was more about the man – and Owen was a good man who knew her and accepted her, flaws and all.

When Cristina didn't respond, Colin turned to her. "Well? Aren't you going to say anything?"

Cristina looked at him, her hands and forearms dripping with water. "You're a cardio god. But, I want a man and a partner, not a teacher. I'm still hardcore and I'm still going to be the best, but I'm never going to be the Cristina you once knew."

She dried her hands with the towel and walked out the swinging door. She pushed the button to the elevator and waited for the doors to open. After a few seconds, the doors opened. Cristina looked up to find the familiar face of her man, the better man – she had finally made the right choice.