Lips of an Angel

Chapter 5

Owen Hunt had spent the entire day avoiding Cristina. He couldn't see her now, he had to deal with this problem before he could look at her without feeling intense guilt. 

The problem was that he didn't know what to do. He needed a second opinion and he didn't know who to go too. He knew for a fact that although his closest friend here was Derek that he couldn't go to Derek. If Derek told Meredith, either accidentally or on purpose there was no doubt that Meredith would tell Cristina. 

He knew that Arizona and Callie knew but he didn't know them well enough to ask them for advice and they probably weren't very happy with him for the way he had handled things in the last few months. 

He had momentarily thought about Karev before he realised how bad an idea that was.

The end of the day neared and Owen finally decided that he had no choice, "Sloan, when does your shift end?" Owen asked, encountering the plastic surgeon on the bridge. 

Mark frowned, "Now." He replied, looking oddly at Owen.

"Meet me at Joe's and I'll buy you a drink." Owen hinted, and thankfully Mark got the hint that he wanted to talk. 

"Sure." Mark said and when Owen nodded at him, relieved, he made his way to the locker room to change. Luckily he didn't run into anyone on his way out of the hospital and when he went into Joe's, the crowded bar held no attendings, residents or interns that he knew which was another relief. 

Owen had just opened his beer when Mark walked into the bar and sat down at the stool next to the trauma surgeon, "What's up?" Mark asked as Owen slid a pint of beer towards him. 

"Hypothetically if you were married and slept with someone else, what would you do?" Owen asked, not looking at the man. 

Mark frowned, but he had an inkling that he was onto Owen, "It would depend if I had feelings for the other woman or if she was just a stranger I'd met in a bar." 

Owen still didn't look at Mark, "Say you had feelings for her, for a long time." 

That was all it took for Mark to understand, "Well, if I'd had feelings for her years before my wife then I really wouldn't consider it as sleeping with someone else, I'd consider it as an affair, and when you have an affair with someone you love more than your wife you know which woman you have to leave." 

Owen looked at Mark who pointed at his wedding ring, "Your wife."

"You know?" Owen asked, wondering if Teddy had confided in the man.

Mark nodded, "I didn't, not until you said you had feelings for her for a long time. What happened?"

Owen sighed, his head resting in his hands, "I slept with Teddy and I never told Cristina and now she's pregnant." 

"Who, Teddy or Cristina?" Mark asked, frowning as he drank his beer. 

"Teddy." Owen answered with a groan. 

Mark made a face, "Oh." He said, considering that option, "That was stupid."

"Tell me about it." Owen muttered, "I don't know what to do." He admitted, letting Mark see how weak he was. 

"Well." Said Mark, "The way I see it you've got two options." 

Owen frowned, "And they are?" He asked, hoping to God they were good options. 

Mark drank from his beer, "Teddy either has the kid and you both pretend the kid isn't yours and you and Cristina stay all fine and happy." 

Owen shook his head, "No, no I couldn't do that to Teddy or to the baby ."

Mark shrugged, "Well the other option can go two ways, you tell Cristina and she understands and you two stay together when the baby is born, sort of like Callie and Arizona."

That option sounded nice, but Owen couldn't see Cristina being fine with him fathering Teddy's child... 

"Or, she goes crazy and files for divorce and you and Teddy get it on. Sort of like the way Lexie left me when she found out about Callie being pregnant..." Mark finished, but this didn't have the desired effect as Owen only groaned and put his head on the bar. 

Mark glanced at him and drank from his beer, "What's up with him?" Joe asked, motioning to Owen. 

Mark replied, "He cheated on his wife and got his lover pregnant." 

Owen muttered something that sounded like 'shut up' and Joe shook his head, slightly amused and slightly shocked, "That's why it's so much easier being gay." He said to Mark as he made his way across the bar to serve another customer. 

Mark chuckled, "You know, I think Cristina will take it well." He said thoughtfully.

"Well?" Owen raised his head from the bar, "She's the most emotionally messed up person I know, she was left at the alter by her previous fiancé and me leaving her like this will destroy her." 

"I don't know man, she's pretty tough." Mark said, "And cold." He added as an afterthought, "Are you sure she even has a heart to break?" 

Owen glared at him, "She's still my wife." 

"The wife you cheated on with the woman you've loved for the past, what, 10 years?" Mark said sceptically, raising an eyebrow at the man. His expression then changed, "Whoa, déjà vu."

He said causing Owen to frown, "What?"

Mark glanced at Joe, he was sure the bartender would remember that troubled and strange time, "This reminds me of a situation a while back, it's a pity George is dead, he'd be a lot of help to you right now." 

Owen's frown deepened, "O'Malley? What the hell are you talking about Sloan?" 

Mark finished his beer in a deep swig, "A few years ago George married Callie and then he slept with Izzie and told her he'd leave Callie for her, which I guess in the end he did."

Owen frowned, "Izzie was married to Alex when I got here." He said slowly, he couldn't remember George being with anyone in the hospital. 

"Yeah, it didn't end very well." Mark said simply, and he stood up to leave, "Glad I could be of service." He said with a smirk, "If you need any more advice don't hesitate to ask, as long as you're buying me drinks I'm in." 

Owen chuckled as the man walked away, he drank the last of his beer and stood up to leave. He'd avoided the matter for too long, it was time to go home, to his wife.