Author note: This is me merging the beginning of season two and five into a story. MERDER are together and Addison has gone. Any mistakes are my own. I would like to thank; Left My Heart In Paris, my awesome twin for starting the ball rolling on this fic, she is amazing ;D Any questions feel free to PM me. R&R please :D

Disclaimer: I only own my brain and the ideas that come out of it.

"Oh, you're ending this?" Cristina questioned in almost disbelief; she had been seconds away from admitting the pregnancy to the man standing in front of her.

"I think it's best to make a clean break" he simply stated almost gleefully.

"Okay" she replied with uncertainty in her voice.

"Before it gets too involved, before it gets…" he was attempting to sound sincere but his head just kept getting bigger along with his ego.

"… Messy, right, right, that would be bad" she was trying to convince herself and trying to figure out what to do about the baby; it was already messy.

"It's nothing personal" the smug bastard added with a smirk.

She turned and left the on call room.

What was she meant to do now?

It had been a week since she had walked out of that room and last seen Burke. There was a good reason too; he had left, with no good-bye or anything, she only knew for sure that he was gone; because Derek had told Meredith and Meredith, being her person, told Cristina.

Cristina kept cancelling her abortion appointments. She didn't know what would have happened had Burke stayed; if she would have told him, if he would have cared. These questions kept resurfacing whenever she went to pick up the phone. Even though she had never seen herself as a mother figure, the thought of always having someone that will love you no matter what and could never leave you, made her reconsider the abortion every time. Meredith told Cristina that she would support her in whatever decision she chose. Cristina just hoped she meant it; there was no way that she would be able to look after a baby without any support.

Cristina is stood at the nurse's station behind Bailey, who is sat at a computer. Derek, Mark and Erica are also standing there.

"Back up; you're sucking all my oxygen" Bailey commented.

"I'm trying to see" Derek replied leaning over her shoulder staring at the screen.

"It's not up yet, there's nothing to see" Bailey coolly replied.

"It's supposed to be posted at four" Erica reported impatiently.

"It's 4:15" Mark stated.

"Hit the refresh button you have to reload the page" Cristina suggested as she reached forward

Bailey swatted away Cristina's hand "I'm hitting the refresh button every ten seconds, just wait"

"Is it up yet?" Meredith queried as she joined the group.

"No" Bailey stated for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

"Hi" Derek greeted her with a smile

"Hi" she replied

"Is it up yet?" Alex asked as he approached the crowded nurse's station

"No, wait" Bailey said in frustration

"Think we move up a slot. Pass Hopkins, move to number up to one" Mark reported wishfully.

"We're not passing Hopkins, we'll stay number two" came Derek's confident reply.

"Mayo could surge ahead. We could be three" Erica bluntly stated.

"Three? Pessimist" Derek stated critically with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Realist" Erica confirmed "The ranking of teaching hospitals change based on any number of things"

"Three's top five. I can live with three" Mark stated to himself quietly with his usual arrogance

Reaching for the keyboard "You need to hit the refresh button" Alex told her casually as if she hadn't been doing so.

"Stay back I'm doing this" Bailey again swatted away the person's hand

Izzie was rushing over to the group "Hey is it up yet?"

"No" Bailey replied yet again

"Here just hit the refresh button" Izzie reached for the button and again Bailey swatted it away.

"I'm hitting the refresh, okay, all of you back up. Stop hovering, stop speculating. The rankings will go up when they go up. We have no control when they are posted. When it is up, I will say it is up! Until then, back up, shut up and leave me alone so I can…"

"It's up" Meredith reported pointing to the screen and interrupting Bailey.

Everyone surged to look at the small screen as Bailey scrolled down and read.

"Number one Hopkins, number two Mayo"

"Told you" Erica retorted

"Number three Cleveland clinic?" Bailey sounded confused.

"What?" Derek questioned.

"Four, mass gen" Bailey continued.

"What?" Mark questioned this time.

"Wait, wait, we moved down to five?" Cristina, who couldn't see, stated. If she couldn't keep her job how was she supposed to raise a baby, what would she use for money?

"No, we are not five" Bailey seriously reported.

Cristina ran into the ambulance bay just a Bailey was finishing one of her speeches. Meredith Alex and Izzie with a blanket around her were standing there waiting.

"… you're my residents, which means you're the best. It's a matter of pride people"

Meredith smiled and nodded at Cristina as if to make sure she was okay. Cristina hadn't yet told Meredith of her choice to keep the baby.

"What are we doing?" Cristina asked Bailey as there was no sign of trauma.

"We're waiting"

"For?"

"A miracle" Meredith answered.

"Someone will come" Bailey assured.

And who? You know Mercy West is getting all the traumas first…" Cristina tried to stop the madness.

"Someone will come" she assure with more force

So we're standing out here with the hopes that someone is severely injured? Wishing and preying, that someone is so hurt and so near death that the ambulance has to bring them here because we're closer than Mercy West" Meredith rambled

"Yep"

"Wow you and God are cool with that?" Izzie sarcastically added.

Bailey just gave her an evil glare. "Damn it, I forgot about God. All right let's just go on back inside" as they turn to walk in and set of screeching tires can be hurt screaming towards the ambulance bay.

There were three women in a limousine and their driver had gone through the windscreen. The team set into action to help assess them and get them into the hospital.

Through talking to the women from the car accident they found out that they were travelling in one car and their husbands in another. They were going to a Fire and Ice ball in an ice storm.

Cristina is at a nurse's station filling out a chart when Meredith comes over. It was now or never. "Hey Mer; can I talk to you?"

"Sure, what's up?" It is only when she finishes her sentence does she realise what this is going to be about. "Oh, do you want to go somewhere private?" Meredith didn't really know what else to say.

Cristina shook her head "No, I'm fine. I just"

She was cut off by Derek "Hey, you paged me" he greeted Meredith as they walked down the corridor.

"I have a dream Yang" Bailey stated as she waited for someone on the other end of the phone.

"Excuse me?" Cristina asked confused.

"That one day, trauma will come through those doors, I have a dream"

"I share that dream" Cristina said looking into the distance.

"Number twelve" Bailey stated in almost disbelief.

"Number twelve" Cristina reiterated as she looked around the near to empty ER.

"Right now dispatch is squawking about three men. Three. Serious injuries every one. They're taking them to Mercy West"

"Three men" a light bulb went off in Cristina's head.

"That's what I said" yet again in disbelief at the situation.

"You mean like three men who could be married to those ladies in the ball gowns?"

Cristina and Bailey approached the three ladies and updated them on the situation and persuaded and convinced them to sign papers so the husbands can be brought to Seattle Grace.

Out in the ambulance bay.

"Am I to understand that you stole these traumas from Mercy west? Chief questioned Bailey as he joined her and Cristina outside.

"I have no idea what you're talking about" Bailey answered hiding the truth

"Good job. 'cause now it's personal. Yang, come with me" Webber directed as the ambulance came to a halt.

He opened the door.

"We've got a situation; Fifty-eight-year-old male, MVC Tacking 160. VP, 80 palp. Decrease bilateral and breath sounds"

"What did you do?"

"I didn't do it, he did" the EMT pointed to the man breathing through an ink pen for a man on the stretcher "GI Joe trached him in the before I got there" he explained further.

"With a pen" Webber sounded alarmed "You trached this guy with an ink pen?"

The man stopped the breathing and held his thumb over the pen "So?"

Author note: hopefully this is the only chapter consisting of mostly scripted lines. Sorry if this is boring put once I get into the story it should get less scripted. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING I was just borrowing a few line :D