A/N: I meant to write about the panic of singlehood, but ended up doing something silly. I know I should be updating other fics... Anyway...
Ch. 1
When I was just a little girl Que Sera, Sera,
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here's what she said to me.
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
--Doris Day
Beneath Cristina's sneaky smile as she learned about George's and Callie's secret marriage, there was a faint sense of crisis. Non-conforming and driven as she was, that white fluffy fantasy had been every little girl's dream.
It didn't have to be white and fluffy for her , but Cristina was feeling a pang of anxiety sweeping across her as the shiny wedding bands on the newly-wed shone directly into her eyes.
"Wow, you two are MARRIED!" Izzie laughed hysterically while Cristina slowly tuned down her smile. "Oh my God, I'm so happy for you two. That's so cute!"
Callie's grin was like a heater in the middle of summer, it made everyone wonder if George would soon melt and evaporate into the air.
"So, when's the baby due?" Cristina smirked.
Immediately, blood drained off George's face. "What do you mean, Cristina?"
"Well, isn't that why you've to get married in such a hurry?" Cristina rolled her eyes, feigning innocence.
Izzie glared at Cristina and shoved her to the side. She couldn't stand Cristina's sarcasm in general, and certainly not when Cristina was hurting her best friend at Seattle Grace.
"Shut it, Cristina," Izzie shook her head. "You're simply jealous, because Burke isn't asking you to marry him."
Trying to regain composure, Cristina revealed her shallowest smile and asked dryly, "How do you know if he hasn't?"
"Seriously, Cristina, you mean he did?" Now everyone was shifting their attention on the ambitious intern.
Would she be so thrilled if he had actually asked her? Nobody knew better than Cristina that no proposal had been made or accepted, but the idea was beginning to grow on her.
No matter how hard Cristina used to make fun of marriages, seeing how her mother failed miserably, deep at heart, she had always wondered about what it meant to spend the rest of her life with one and only one person.
She was always the best in every field she set foot in—ballet, horse-riding, medical school, residency—and she didn't like the reality that George and Callie beat her this time.
"But Cristina, what makes you think you're ready for it? You don't cook, you don't clean, you probably don't like kids." Izzie snorted at her friend.
"Well, I'm good in bed." Cristina snapped, then said to George and Callie in a teasing tone, "I am sure you know how important that is."
Cristina always had her way when she wanted to embarrass others. The newly-wed blushed.
"Congratulations, O'Malley."
Just as Cristina was about to walk away feeling good for winning the conversation, a hand fell on her waist and made her froze.
"Thank you, Dr. Burke."
Burke could not understand the surprise and fear in Cristina's eyes as she turned to stare at him, but soon his attention was captured by the curiosity in the other 3 people's eyes.
Cristina prayed that if there was a God, He would accept her apology for mocking at George in time to stop Izzie from blurting out anything stupid.
Apparently, her prayer was lost in transmission.
"So, Dr. Burke, what did you do to make Cristina say yes?"
Cristina wished she had a baseball bat in hand.
"Excuse me?" Burke was confused.
"Oh, you mean she didn't say yes?" As usual, Izzie was disappointed for something that wasn't really happening to herself. Being over-involved.
It didn't help when Callie volunteered the information. "Cristina said you proposed to her."
"Did she really?" Burke burst into laughter. "Why don't I remember that?"
Cristina wanted to find a hole to hide.
One of them should die. Although clearly, Cristina felt like she's already totally dead. She was dumb enough to have set herself up, but couldn't Burke have tried to play along?
Amidst the embarrassment, Cristina shot an angry look at Burke and stormed off.
Marriages were stupid. She was stupid to have thought of wanting to be part of that yucky white picture.
As she hopped onto the upper bunk in the on-call room, Cristina had a rare moment of anxiety.
She wasn't young anymore. Most people she knew were either married or engaged. What if Burke never proposed?
George and Callie were married, Meredith had been bragging about Derek's plan to wed her next Winter. Even Izzie Stevens had a fiancé, who fortunately dropped dead before knowing what sort of a deal he was getting himself into.
A woman in love was always a little crazy. A woman who wanted to get married couldn't have been better.
Cristina Yang, at the age of 29, just before hitting the big 3-0, never thought she would become one of them. Yet there she was, lying alone in the dark, wondering if she would ever get married.
He gave her the coffee. He gave her the key. He gave her a door in her face. He gave her the longest silent treatment in history. So why couldn't he just give her a ring now?