Baby Names

Summary: Back and better. 22 weeks pregnant with Burke's baby, Cristina is changed forever
when tragedy strikes for their un-born child. Will they be able to overcome
it or will everything fall apart? BANG, with other peeps later.

So it's back. And I'm back, under a different name… Sorry I disappeared for a while. I have made some changes and improvements. Hope you enjoy.

To start off, I want to make it clear that I STILL know nothing about medicine. I'm crap at science and my only medical experience is watching 'Casualty' and 'Grey's' and 'Scrubs' and 'Green Wing' and 'Holby City' and 'House' and 'ER'... that's a lot of hospital programmes so I SHOULD probably know some stuff about medicine but I don't. I just wanted to let you know so that if anything is incorrect... well whatever.
Just stay with me okay. Whatever I say goes... So if I were to say: 'You don't need a heart to live.' Well firstly I'd be stupid and Denny would still be alive... but for the remainder of this fic it would be true. Right. Now, on with the show:

But you DO need a heart to be alive. Okay.

Disclaimer: All of Grey's characters and themes are at the hands of Shonda. Though sometimes I like to imagine that I own them….

"I'm just saying that maybe it's about time you took that leave the Chief offered." Preston Burke said to his girlfriend defensively. She was six months pregnant, tired and over-worked but, nonetheless, still at work. She refused to take any time off and, to top it all off, she was hormonal. Unbearably hormonal. One second she'd be fine, and the next, she'd be… well, she'd be in the kind of mood she was in now.

"Leave?" Cristina snapped back at him as he prepared himself for more yelling. It was all he'd been getting for god-knows-how-many months. "Leave?!" She repeated, louder this time. She was acting as if what Burke had suggested was a completely obsurd idea. As if he had said she should jump off the roof of the hospital to see if it would hurt. To Burke, that wasn't sounding like such a bad idea right now. "And what do you expect me to do on 'leave' Burke? Re-arrange your book shelves? Learn to cook?!"

Each word that left her mouth was dripping with sarcasm. Burke knew that Cristina had few things of value outside the four walls of Seattle Grace Hospital and very few things to do to pass time. He understood that she was bound to get very bored very fast with nothing to do at home alone, but he could see that she needed rest. He could see the exhaustion in her eyes and in the way her shoulders hung.

"Cristina..." He paused, trying desperately not to mess up and say the wrong thing. He was genuinely scared. With Cristina in one of her psychopath moods there was no telling what she'd do. Plus they were in a surgical room surrounded by... sharp instruments. And Burke had no doubt in his mind that
Cristina would be able to kill him and make it look like an accident. "Honey..." He flashed her his sweetest smile in an effort to calm her down. Unfortunately, it just made things worse.

"Seriously?" She said with disbelief, throwing her hands up in anger and then slamming them down onto her hips so that her elbows jutted out. Burke stood still on the other side of the room, confused but glad that he had earlier put some space between them. His smile slowly sank as he wondered to himself what he had done now. "You're laughing at me!" Cristina continued answering his silent query. "Seriously? You find this funny?"

Cristina rolled her eyes. She was going through hell every day. She was aching and tired and heavy. Burke could never understand the whirlwind of emotions she went through every day and, although she knew that he tried his hardest to, sometimes it was as if he was taking this all as a joke. This was no joke. It was the rest of their lives. It was commitment and it was scary and Burke was laughing about it. She glared at him waiting for whatever he had left to say.

Feeling that he had no way of winning, Burke gave up. He glanced at his watch.

"Maybe I should go." He said with his voice quiet and eyes fixed on the floor.

"Whatever." Cristina mumbled also looking at the floor. Her voice was now down too.

"I'll...um...I'll see you at home or-"

"Whatever!" She snapped, shouting again and re-catching Burke's attention. He looked up to see her eyes fixed on the floor. "Just go!" She looked up suddenly, surprising him, and stared him straight in his eyes. Without flinching, she added "That's what you're used to doing anyway. Leaving."

She was referring to the first time he had left her a few weeks after they had gotten together. It had been a hard time for both of them, though they both tried hard to hide it.

"Cristina, that's not fair." Burke replied, hurt by the hate in her voice.

"No. No it's not." Cristina said dismissively. "But you know what else isn't fair?" She didn't wait for his reply. "Being pregnant. Because, seriously, it sucks. And what sucks more is that I seem to be the only one who wants this baby right now. That's not fair either. I'm pregnant with a kid that is
only wanted by me!"

Burke was stunned beyond speech. She thought he didn't want their baby? "Of course I want it!" He found his voice was louder than intended. But he did want it. He'd always wanted to be a father and now he was going to be one with the woman he loved. Why would she think that he wanted anything else?

"I thought you said you were leaving." Cristina said bluntly looking from the door beside her to the shocked-looking man in front of her.

Burke sighed and, feeling completely defeated, headed for the door. Just as his hand made contact with the cool metal of the door knob he heard Cristina mutter something under her breath.

"Excuse me?" He asked taking his hand away from the door. He'd heard what she'd said. He was just refusing to believe his ears. Refusing to believe that the woman he loved could be so spiteful.

Cristina looked her boyfriend up and down as best she could with him standing so close to her. Then she looked deep into his dark eyes. "I said," she told him, her voice un-faltering. "That I hope I won't have to lose another baby to make you feel obliged to come back."

Preston Burke could have died that very moment. He was almost physically dizzy from all the mixed emotions swirling around that room like a crazy, violent storm. His ears hadn't failed him. He'd heard what he thought he'd heard. And yet he still couldn't believe it.

"How could you say something thing like that?" He asked, truly and deeply hurt. Cristina didn't even seem fazed. She shrugged one of her shoulders in a motion as if to say 'Who cares?'. "You know that's not true." Burke continued, becoming more and more heart-broken with each second that passed
of Cristina showing no remorse. "I came back to you because I realised how much you meant to me. How much I loved you. Not because I felt...pity for you!" He spat out the end. He wasn't just hurt. He was angry. How could she think of him like that? How could she think that he was so heartless? And he
was angry at the fact that she didn't even seem to care how much she was hurting him.

Cristina hoisted herself onto a counter next to the sink. Doing things like that was becoming increasingly hard everyday with her hastily growing middle and the weight it brought with it. It was still 'Just a bump' as Preston kept saying but to her it was hell. Hell inside of her, living and... being hell! She couldn't wait to be rid of it. "Okay Burke." She said harshly. She had seen the hurt look on his face and it had, in turn, hurt her. Most of the stuff she was saying surprised her. She knew how awful she was being but she just couldn't stop herself. She tried to be a bit less hard on him.

"Just go... cut up some hearts or something." She waved him away as if shooing a fly. She hadn't wanted to come off as rude she just wanted to get rid of him before either of them said something they'd regret.

"No." He said. "No I will not 'just go' We're going to talk about this-"

"Oh, enough with the talking!"!" Cristina yelled. They were both getting so loud that people outside could surely hear them. "I don't WANT to talk about it. I don't want to talk to you!"

"Well we're not in Beverly Hills anymore!" Burke retaliated. "Here in the REAL world we don't always get what we want. We're not all pampered powderpuff princesses with no idea how the REAL world works!" He stopped, suddenly out of breath. The pause made him grasp what he'd just said. "Cristina...I..." He tried to apologise but words just wouldn't make it to his mouth. "I'll see you later." He said reaching for the door again. He opened it but then turned back to her. He didn't want to end their conversation like that. "I'm sorry." He admitted.

"I knew this was a mistake." Was her reply. She said it more to herself than him. "I never loved you." She said in a dull monotone. Burke knew she was just saying it but it hurt him that she was now really pulling out all the stops to cause him pain. "I was only sleeping with you to get my 'pampered
powdrepuff Beverly Hills ' ass what I wanted! And this," She pointed at he protruding stomach with disgust and hatred painted all over her face. "This was a mistake. And that's all it ever was."

Silence.

Feeling no need to respond, and with all the fight drained out of him, Preston Burke simply shook his head and left the room.