Lips of an Angel

Chapter 1

A/N- This is based on the consequences of Cristina having an abortion, without telling Owen. Set in 2011.

- Author's P.O.V

When his cell vibrated on the bedside table Owen was lying in bed with his wife, his wife who he wouldn't speak to at this moment in time. She was fast asleep and he snatched the phone quickly so it wouldn't wake her, it would be work calling, it was always work.

With a sigh he climbed out of bed and answered the phone, "Hello." He said quietly as he stepped out into the conjoined living/kitchen area and sat down on the sofa.

"Owen." A soft familiar voice whispered.

"Teddy?" Owen asked, surprised that she was calling him at... he glanced at the clock on the wall, 12:30 am.

"I need to talk to someone right now." Teddy said quietly, he wondered why she was so quiet, she lived alone, she had nobody to wake up.

Immediately Owen was worried for his friend, "What's wrong?" He asked, glancing into the bedroom to make sure Cristina was still asleep, she was.

"It's about Tommy." She said, her voice still quiet.

For the first time Owen heard the sadness in her voice. Tommy, her brother? He was in the army, they had joined at the same time, her and her twin brother.

"Is he alright?" Owen asked, his heart pounding in his chest as he dreaded to hear what the answer would be.

"I don't know." Teddy replied, "He's hurt."

"In an accident?"

"Yes, in Libya." Teddy answered, she sounded broken.

"Do you need me to come to your apartment?" He asked, already putting on his trousers that were lying on the couch from last night.

"No, Owen, you don't need to do that-" She began to protest.

Owen pulled a t-shirt over his head and slipped his shoes on, "I'll be there Teddy, you were there for me when Andrew died." He said, referring to one of his best friends who had died in an explosion in Iraq.

"But Owen, Cristina-"

"Cristina doesn't need me." He said, in a hurt whisper. He was tempted to add "and doesn't want me" but he didn't, he just grabbed his jacket and keys and left. Leaving Cristina in bed, alone, fast asleep.

"Owen-"

"I'm on my way Teddy." He said, on a final note, he hung up his phone as he got to the bottom of the stairs and got into his car, he started the engine and looked up to the bedroom window, it was still in darkness, she was still asleep.

As he drove Owen thought about Teddy, about the time they had spent in Iraq, about the feelings he'd had for her, how much he'd wanted her back then, when he was with Beth. It had been wrong, he should never have cheated on Beth... but he had. He and Teddy... well more had happened between them than Cristina knew, than Cristina would ever know.

It was why he didn't like the fact they worked in such close proximity, sometimes Owen didn't trust himself, he loved Cristina so much, but he had so much desire for Teddy and in times like this when Cristina did things like this and said things about him marrying the wrong person he couldn't help but think about Teddy.

Maybe he had married the wrong person, maybe he should have married Teddy, maybe he and Teddy would have been happy. She wanted a family almost as much as he did, but Cristina... she didn't want that, she would never want that.

As he pulled the car into a space outside Teddy's apartment block he made sure he went in with a clear head, a head that said he was married to Cristina, that nothing that happened in this flat between him and Teddy would compromise that, she was his wife.