A/N: This was my first Grey's fic ever. I wrote it a few months ago, but I have decided to post it here in addition to the board I have posted my fiction at. Please read and review. Constructive criticism is always appreciated.

He had picked her hospital. Her hospital. Here he was Cardio God in all his glory with his smug English accent and that cocky smirk. And he had grabbed her ass…in front of her coworkers, in front of her friends, in front of Burke.

And he wanted her back. Shit.

Cristina had avoided him like the plague. Burke too. She wasn't ready to talk to him… to explain to do that talking thing and have moments. Not now, definitely not now...so she did an ortho surgery with Callie and then did sutures in the pit.

The plan worked, or at least it had.

"Cristina," Colin called from across the hall.

Damn, no closets to hide in and no Meredith. She turned away, pretending she hadn't heard a thing. He caught her arm, pulling her back into his embrace.

"Get off me! I told you I have a person."

"The Cristina I know doesn't like marriage. Besides you like power and I can still teach you so much." He had that smirk on his face again. Ass. Stupid ex ruining her impending marriage with his words and his smirk. God she sounded like Meredith.

"The Cristina you know didn't use keys, didn't move in, and said no. I slept with you and I live with Burke. I am marrying him so you can go screw yourself Colin." Cristina stalked off.
Her shift was over when Meredith found her in the on call room.

"Do you want to come over again?"

"No."

"Do you want to screw up this engagement?"

She paused. "No."

"Then go home," Meredith said as she pushed her out the door.

The bedroom door was closed when Cristina came home. She hung her coat up and her keys. He liked neatness and order. She would do that for him. Cristina would do a lot for Burke.

Her hands clutched the handle. Taking a breath she walked in. He was brooding, his face serious and solemn and so full of hurt. He glanced at her once before getting up.
She held up her hand; he paused.

" I am Cristina Yang. I have a MD from Stanford and a PHD from Berkeley. I am smart and competitive and driven. And I am hot in scrubs. I am messy and stubborn and you are obsessively clean and spiritual. You push and push me all the time...and I fell in love with you anyway. So I slept with my professor? I live with you. I chose you. I said no to him 5 times and I said yes to you. I don't like marriage. I don't need a piece of paper or a white dress, or a violin quartet to prove that I am sticking. So what the hell is your problem? Why can't you understand that I love you?"

Burke just sat there, speechless. What was she supposed to do now? Knit herself into celibacy while he just sat there?

"Burke?"

"I love you Cristina Yang."