NOTE: This story is set in a universe which Cristina and Owen still stay in touch after she went to Zurich. Dedicated to all crowen fangirls - stay strong. If you ever feel that you are the only CO shipper left, please remember that you are not alone, because I'm here. :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy, but sometimes I wish I do.

He watched as she walked back to the Shepherd house. After she vanished in sight, he let out a long breath and stepped back into his trailer. The door swung shut with a click behind him. He started toward his laptop and pressed the 'call' button on Skype. He didn't have to wait long before the person on the other side answered his call, as she had probably been expecting him.

Without waiting for the person on the other side to say anything, he confessed, "I did it."

Earlier on

Sitting on the bed with his laptop on his lap, Owen smiled as he listened to her grumble. "I'm so sleepy. Save me. I need my coffee. More coffee. I can't do this. Not today. Please let me get back to my bed. Please. Ughhhhhhh."

Grinning, he said, "Good morning!"

She rolled her eyes at his high spirits at this hour. "Good morning. Or good evening. Whatever. What time is it now?"

"It's ten here. Seven at your place?"

"Yes. Great. I want to go back to sleep." She yawned covering her mouth. "But I also want to talk to you."

Owen couldn't suppress the tiniest of smile at her pouting face. "If my memory serves me right, I'm quite good at keeping you awake. Just so you know, I'm wearing a button-down shirt, and it should come off pretty easily . . ."

Cristina cut him off before he could go on. "Owen, I say keep me awake, not make me horny. I can't do that in my office! There are people out there!"

"Really? I don't remember you saying something like this when we did it in my office."

"That was different." She protested. "Find something else that can keep me awake. Please."

"Ok, ok. Let me think . . ."

"Say something funny. A joke or something." she said. "Or play a game. Can we play bingo over the phone? Is there an app for that?"

He frowned. "I don't think that's very effective in keeping you awake."

"Right. I'm falling asleep now."

Suddenly, an idea occurred to Owen. "Do you want to play truth or dare?"

"Ah. A good old party game huh? Acceptable. Game and talking at the same time." Cristina sat up straighter. "I'll start first. Dare. Kiss the next person who knocks on your door."

"What?"

"I have always wanted to use this dare since high school." She cleared her throat. "Kiss the next person who knocks on your door."

"Seriously? What if it's Derek?"

"I thought Derek's in DC now?"

"Right, right . . . what if it's Grey?"

Cristina arched an eyebrow. "Does she knock on your door very often?"

He thought about it for a beat and then shook his head. "No, not really."

"See? Chances are you don't even have to do it. And Mer will call or text me right away afterwards. I'll explain it to her. Don't worry." She assured him, but couldn't help but smirk at the evil idea of asking Meredith to go knock on his door right now. "And it'll be so easy for you if it's Zola or Bailey. They won't even remember anything."

"So? What now? We just wait?" Owen asked.

"No, of course not. I'd fall asleep in front of you. We can start with some truth questions first." He laughed. "By the way, you are not supposed to tell the person that we are in the middle of a game."

"And you are doing this dare as well."

Cristina took a moment to think about it. "Fine. I'll do it."

"Ok. That's a deal. Now, truth. What . . ."

For the next ten minutes, they answered all the questions truthfully—at least Owen did. They shared stories ranging from embarrassing childhood experiences to college antics, and also crazy things they did during post exam party in med school. Owen wished so badly that she was sitting next to him, so that he could tickle her when she gave irrelevant answers or simply refused to answer at all. Rule breakers had to be punished, right?

A light tap on the door brought their focus back to the present.

"Oh my God, is that a knock?" asked Cristina. The knock persisted and Owen stared at the door, his mouth agape. His mind was completely blank. The only thing he could think of was the stupid dare he agreed to do. Why'd he agreed to that in the first place?

"It's a knock! Go get it Owen! "Cristina squealed in delight. "AND DON'T FORGET THE DARE!"

"Ok, ok. Talk to you later." He closed his laptop and went to get the door, wondering who's knocking on his door at this hour.

Back in the trailer

"I did it." He confessed.

Cristina raised an eyebrow at him. "With?"

"Shepherd's little sister."

As soon as he answered, she burst into laughter—crazy, loud, uncontrollable laughter. Owen watched as she covered her mouth and tried to stop her laughter, but failed. After laughing for minutes, she finally calmed herself down.

"Oh my God, my stomach hurts . . ." She bent over holding her stomach, still unable to control her laughter. "I'm so sorry, Owen, I'm so sorry . . ." She motioned Owen to wait as she burst into another wave of uncontrollable laughter. "But seriously? Shepherd's little sister?"

"Yes." Owen nodded.

"She took over for Derek, right? So she works in the hospital? And what's her name again? Amy?"

"Amelia. And yes, she is the chief of neurosurgery."

She giggled. "Oh my God, how are you going to face her tomorrow?"

"I don't know . . ." he laughed, shaking his head. "What about you?"

"What?"

"The dare?"

"Oh. Right, right, the dare. The sun looks bright today. Can you see it from where you are? Do you want me to move my laptop to a better angle? I think today is going to be a sunny day in Zurich. Ah, the lovely, lovely sun." She went on to comment on the weather for the past week and then her patient, her upcoming surgery, her residents, deliberately avoiding Owen's question.

"Wait, wait, Cristina. Stop right there." She stopped talking and focused on him, waiting for his question.

"Did someone knock on your door just now?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

"Alicia."

"Your personal assistant."

"Uh huh."

"Did you kiss her?"

Cristina didn't answer right away. Later, she said quietly. "Yes."

At this, it's Owen's turn to laugh. "Really? You really kissed her?"

Cristina nodded and bit her lips.

Owen guffawed. "Jeez, she is probably thinking that you have gone crazy! Oh Cristina—" She simply nodded as he continued to laugh at the image of Cristina kissing another girl. However, he calmed himself down rather quickly compared to Cristina. "Ok, ok. We can continue our game now."

"Ok. Next one. Truth. You don't have to ask me anything, and I promise to tell the truth." She cleared her throat. "Actually, I was only joking just now. Alicia came in to fill me in on my schedule today, but I didn't kiss her."

"What?"

Cristina couldn't hold her laughter anymore. "I got you, didn't I? Damn, I'm that good. You really thought that I'd kiss her? No way, Owen, there's absolutely no way that I'm going to kiss her," She laughed, again, leaving Owen utterly speechless. "Or anyone that knocks on my door . . ."

Owen's mouth hung open in shock. "Cristina! You can't do this! You have to stick to the rules!" He protested. He should have seen this coming, he thought. Of course, Cristina Yang wouldn't play the game by the rules!

"Why not?"

"Because . . . it's a dare! A dare that must be performed!"

"Ha-ha. Very funny." She looked up and the clock on her wall showed that it's only 10 minutes left to rounds. "Ok. I got to go now. Rounds." Cristina rose from her seat and sent a flying kiss. "Thank you for keeping me entertained this morning. Talk to you later."

"How am I going to face my doctors tomorrow?"

"I'll text you! Bye!"

Owen watched the screen went dark as Cristina disconnected the call. He lied down on his bed and fell asleep with just one thought in his mind: I'm screwed. What just happened?

Since Cristina left for Zurich, it had become a habit for Owen to check his phone immediately after he woke up, as Cristina would often drop some messages for him throughout the day. The next morning, Owen woke up to sixteen messages from Cristina. He slowly scrolled down the screen as he read, enjoying his time in getting tiny little daily insight into her life.

"Fine, you can tell her that we are playing a truth of dare and it's just a dare, and there's nothing between you two. Eady peasy."

"I mean easy peasy"

"I ASKED MY RESIDENT A QUESTION AND THE PATIENT ANSWERED FOR HIM. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? I CAN'T EVEN. CAN I KILL HIM?"

"The resident, obviously. Not the payient"

"Patient"

"Ok, another one. you can just"

"ignore her. Preteens that"

"I mean pretend"

"nothing evwer happened."

"I HATE TEXTING"

The next one was a voice message. "Owen, you can just pretend that nothing ever happened last night. You two will get over it very soon. Trust me."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU KISSED HER REALLY"

"OH NO. YOU KISSED ANOTHER WOMAN. THAT WOMAN. IT JUST HIT ME"

"right in the face"

Another voice message: "How's the kiss? Was it hot? Fierce? Or was it just a light peck?"

"Tongue or no tongue?"

Then, there was no message from her for 5 hours. Owen decided to reply her after showering. He started for the bathroom, making plans for his day in his mind. The buzzing sound of his cell phone disrupted his thread of thoughts, and he reached for his phone while he brushed his teeth. It's another text from Cristina.

"Rocked my second surgery. But it's hard to focus on making notes when all I can think of is you kissing another woman. Seriously I thought only Mer or Derek knocks on your door k. What was she doing there anyway?"

He smiled a little and texted her back immediately. "It's just a dare. Nothing, I swear. And no, no tongue. Ok? Don't think too much. We are fine. And I'm all yours"

He smiled. She's cute when she gets jealous, he thought.

Months later

The incident was mentioned for a few times in the following months, but it's only between Cristina and Owen—Cristina had only touched on it once with Meredith—and their conversation about it had always ended with Cristina in tears of laughter. She wished that she knew what Owen said to Amelia, who had never talked about it anymore. And as expected, their following encounter with Amelia during a party at the Shepherd House was pretty awkward.

Owen wrapped his arm around Cristina's shoulder as they watched Amelia walked away with James. She laughed and turned around to face Owen. "I really can't believe that you did that."

"Well, I can't believe that you didn't do it either."

Looking into his blue eyes, she said, her voice dreamy, "I see that you are wearing a button-down shirt. And the blue really brings out your eyes. Hmmm."

"Yeah," he nodded, "Also, it should come off pretty easily."

"Good." Without breaking his gaze, Cristina took his hand and led him to her room in the Shepherd House, where she had successfully proven Owen's theory. The button-down shirt did come off very, very easily.

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