Author's Note: This is my first GA fiction. I haven't written in awhile, so be gentle, but I appriciate constructive criticism regardless. This is supposed to take place sometime after "In The Midnight Hour", soon enough for Cristina to still be very livid over her fight with Meredith, but far enough later that Sadie is fully recovered from her surgery. Oh, and it's super-short.

She saw a flash of black curly hair, pinned up, turn a corner down the hall.

There she is.

Sadie followed Cristina, trying her best to catch up. She felt bad about what happened with her and Meredith, and she thought that trying to reconcile them certainly couldn't hurt, and neither would trying to get on her best friend's friend's good side, so she decided to give it a shot.

"Dr. Yang?!"

As soon as Cristina heard that voice, she continued heading towards the desk without hesitation. She was one of the last people she wanted to talk to.

"Cristina!?"

On she went, speeding up slightly.

"Cristina!"

She had reached the desk, so she couldn't go any farther. Her body stiffened up, waiting to hear what she had to say next.

"Could I... talk to you for a second?"

Cristina paused, sighed, and pretended to fuss through some papers, which was Sadie's cue to talk while she could.

"I just... I don't want there to be any rifts or bad feelings or anything between you and I."

Cristina rolled her eyes. She didn't have the time or patience, especially right now, for any of this play-nice five-year-old crap.

"And I feel, I feel bad about what happened with you and Meredith."

A look of a mixture of unbelieving and disgust spread across Cristina's face. Meredith had the nerve to tell her about their argument? Yeah, she knew they were friends and whatnot before in medical school, but still, she had just gotten back, and all of a sudden they're all "OMG BFF's!" again? She could feel herself slowly getting more and more angry, not on the surface, or just below even, but deep inside, she could feel something.

"But..." She paused long before going on, having an idea of how Cristina would probably react, and the idea wasn't a pleasant one.

"But... I really think you should try and make up with her. I mean, she said she wants to talk to you, but every time she tries, you either ignore her or don't answer the phone. You know, Death is very-"

"Don't call her that."

Cristina stopped faking fussing through her papers and stood there, still facing the desk.

Sadie was a bit shocked at the sudden interruption, but was more confused than anything else.

"What?"

"Don't call her that, don't call her 'Death'," she said, adding an extra-disgusted emphasis on the last word. "That's not her name, her name-" she stated, turning around, "is Meredith. Ok, it's Meredith. She may have been Death a long time ago when you first met her, and, she might have been Death awhile ago... but she's not Death now. She's Meredith. I, I don't care if it's just a little joke on the last part of her name, and I don't care if it's a thing you guys had in college or whatever, ok, that was before. She is not Death. If, if anything, she's Life, ok? Every day she helps saves people's lives, sometimes people who have been very close to death, and she brings them back closer to life again, ok, so do NOT call her that, at least in front of me, any more. Meredith is Life, not Death."

Sadie stood there blankly, while Cristina trotted off with a strange mixture of feeling slightly better, and yet even worse than before.

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