This story takes place as if Cristina never had a miscarriage. It ignores everything after "Enough is Enough." Let me know what you think. Unfortunately I don't own Grey's Anatomy.
Dr. Preston Burke walked around the surgical floor before the day-shift doctors came in. At the moment he was filling in for Dr. Webber while the Chief of Surgery was recovering from his surgery. He loved the feeling of being in charge, making sure everything went off with out a hitch. Surgery was his life, and if he was going to become Chief of Surgery, he could not have a relationship with an intern. Not even a raven-haired Asian intern that kept him guessing. However, that was not the only reason he could not have a relationship with her. He had been offered a position at a hospital in Alabama as Chief of Surgery and he was going to take the job.
Cristina Yang sat in the clinic flipping through a magazine. It seemed to her that every single one of them had a cute little baby smiling back at her pleading for the life of the fetus growing inside of her. Cristina frowned and forcefully threw the magazine back onto the table it had been sitting on and looked around the clinic. To her, it seemed like there were only teenage girls there, waiting to see the doctor that would make them innocent children in the eyes of their parents again. What am I doing here? Christina asked herself. With all of her tough exterior, there was a soft interior that no one ever got the chance to see. I can't do this. I need to get out of here. Cristina thought as she picked up her bag and walked out of the door. As it closed behind her a nurse with a clipboard came out, "Yang, Cristina" she said. She looked around.
"I think she just left," one of the teenagers said, "Is it my turn yet?"
Cristina got to her apartment ten minuets later. She didn't know what to do. She looked around the room—it was a pigsty. "What did I just do?" Cristina asked herself out loud. She had planned on terminating the pregnancy it should not have been hard or at least that was what she told herself. She was a doctor she was supposed to be able to look at things like this objectively. However, when it came to herself, everything was different. Cristina had thought that she did not care whether the fetus growing inside of her lived or died because technically it was not a child. By leaving the clinic, Cristina had thoroughly confused herself. Without thinking Cristina picked up the phone and called Meredith, her shift was already over, she was the one person Cristina could count on to help her make sense of things.
"Hello," Meredith said into the phone.
"Hey it's me," Cristina said sitting down on a pile of medical journals.
"How'd it go?" Meredith knew that today was the day and was concerned for her friend.
"It didn't go," with that Cristina broke down, "I couldn't do it Meredith. I just… I don't know. I left before they called my name." She cried into the phone. The usually stoic doctor could not control her emotions.
"Hey Cristina, it's okay. You'll be all right, you'll see. Everything will work out. You know I'll be here for you." Meredith said trying to reassure her friend.
"Thanks Meredith," said Cristina feeling better knowing that she had a friend like Meredith.
"When are you going to tell him?" Meredith asked knowing that she hit a nerve.
"I don't know. I wish there was a way I'd never have to tell him." Cristina said.
"Cristina…"
"I'll figure it out Meredith. Good night Meredith."
"Good night Cristina." Meredith hung up her phone hoping that her friend would figure it out.
Chief Webber had been back at the job for two weeks. He was sitting in his office looking down at a file in his hand. He looked up when there was a knock on the door. "Come in," he said.
The door opened to reveal Dr. Burke. "You wanted to see me Chief?" he asked as he stepped into the office.
"Yes, Preston, take a seat. I see that you've been offered a position at a hospital in Alabama."
"Yes, it's close to my home time, they're offering me the job of chief. I'd rather stay here, but I know that you plan on being Chief much longer, and I feel that I am ready and capable of doing the job their offering."
"I understand completely Preston, you're ready to move up and here there is no possibility for you to achieve that any time soon. You're right; I do not plan on retiring any time soon. When do you leave?" Dr. Webber said.
"Two weeks." Dr. Burke responded.
"Okay, you know you'll be missed."
"Thank-you, and yes I know." Dr. Burke stood up and left Dr. Webber's office. He needed to prep for a surgery.
Not many people knew of Dr. Burke's departure before hand; however, before his last shift at Seattle Grace, everyone had found out. Many of them told them how they felt privileged to have had the chance to work with him. He graciously thanked them all. As he was walking out of the doors for the last time he ran into someone coming in for a shift. It was Cristina.
"Dr. Burke,"
"Dr. Yang," Dr. Burke said as he turned to leave.
"Hey Burke," Cristina called when he had gotten eight feet away from her.
He looked up at the sound of her voice. He watched as she walked over to him.
"Were you planning on leaving without saying goodbye?" She asked, curious to see how he would respond.
"I didn't think you'd notice Cristina." He said as he turned and walked out of her life.
Cristina watched him and placed a hand on her still flat abdomen. "And that, my dear child is your father," she whispered to her abdomen and turned around, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead of her as a single mother.