Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy.
Author's Note:
This is the first fanfiction that I have ever written. I got the idea the other night, and I finally decided to write it today. More chapters will come during the week.
I know that some of the characters may seem different (i.e Meredith), but that is because of some events that have happened that will most likely be revealed in later chapters.
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I don't believe the lies
Reading between the lines
I don't belong here any longer
I'll be gone this time
Majoring in Minors by Sugarcult
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"I can't believe this. I can't be getting married. This is too weird," Meredith Grey whined, brushing off invisible lint from her pure white dress, despite the requests from Derek's mother to wear something that was a bit off-white, since Meredith wasn't worthy of wearing the virginal colour. Cristina Yang stood behind Meredith, admiring her friend's beauty. 'That could have been me...' Cristina thought to herself, letting out a gentle sigh. "Do you think Derek is the right guy for me, Cristina? I know he's cute, and smart, and funny... I wouldn't be going crazy if it was right, would I?"
For the last three weeks, Meredith could speak of nothing but the wedding. When Derek had popped the question, Meredith was overjoyed, though she could always find other things to talk about with Cristina. Back then, even when it wasn't brought up a lot, each time it was mentioned, Cristina felt ill. It just reminded her of Preston Burke, the supposed love of her life. She had been betrayed by him, and that was just something that she couldn't forget about.
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'There are some new messages on your cell. I'm going to check them,' Cristina said, standing outside of the shower with her tooth brush in her hand and Burke's cell phone in the other. Spitting the mix of tooth paste and water from her mouth, she began to listen to the messages.
Preston Burke stepped from the shower, reaching to grab a towel. Wrapping it around his waist, he watched as Cristina listened to the messages and had a bitter expression on her face.
'Are you okay? Who's the message from?' he asked, taking another towel that was smaller to dry off his face.
'From Jenn, your ex-girlfriend. What the hell is she talking about, Burke? She wants to do tonight what you did last week? Did you... sleep with that whore?'
'What? No way. That's an... old message,' he told her. How nervous he was was quite evident in his voice, Cristina could just tell that he was lying. It was bad enough that just weeks before she had seen him having lunch with Jenn, and now she was leaving him messages asking for sex?
'Burke, I'm a sugeon! How stupid do you think I am?' she yelled at him, tears welling in her eyes as she looked at the cell phone.
'Cristina, stop being so ridiculous. Why would I cheat on you? I love you," he told her, extending a hand to grab her by the wrist. 'Just go ask Jenn. She has a husband.'
Cristina took a step back, throwing the cell phone on the ground. 'No, Burke. If I asked, do you think she'd actually tell me the truth? Take your fucking ring, I'm leaving.' Pulling the diamond engagement ring from her finger, she glanced at it. For a fraction of a second, she was having doubts about actually leaving him. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she finally just threw the ring on the ground.
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That had been six months ago, just before Meredith and Derek got engaged to each other. Every one was just so happy at Seattle Grace Hospital, she couldn't stand it. The drama was far from exciting, most of it being about Olivia the Syphilis Nurse. Olivia slept around with the newest staff member of the hospital, Doctor Pierre Laroque, an attractive French man who had replaced Preston Burke, who had left to work in Florida, where it was all bright and sunny. 'God, I hate bright and sunny,' Cristina complained in her mind as she pictured Burke with his new life.
"Cristina, are you even listening to me? You're spacing out," Meredith waved her hand in front of her friend's face, hoping to stop her from day dreaming. Cristina blinked for a minute, and then nodded out of pure instinct, rubbing her eyes to prevent any tears from escaping.
"I'm sorry, Mer," Cristina sighed, looking in the mirror to fix her own dress. The door that lead in to the dressing room was opened, and blonde bombshell, Isobel Stevens, stepped in. Izzie was far more excited about the wedding than Cristina was. It wasn't even half way in to the wedding, and her happiness was killing her already. Oh, whatever, Meredith deserved to have a bride's maid that couldn't stop jumping up and down.
"I saw Mark on my way in," Izzie spoke as she began to apply her make-up. She had already put on her pink dress (yes, pink dresses that made Cristina want to literally die) at home, so hair and make-up was all that she had left to do. "I'm glad that Derek is friends with him again. Mark may be an ass, but at least we have something pretty and single to look at during the wedding."
"What about Alex?" Meredith asked, sitting down on a small chair that was overwhelmed by her dress.
"He's bringing Addison. I think he just wants to make all of our lives miserable," Izzie huffed, putting a coat of soft pink lip gloss on to her lips.
The two girls went on chatting about Alex and Addison's practically non-existant relationship. All three were all ready by the time Derek's mother walked in to tell them that the wedding was about to start.
"Oh my god. I can't believe you're marrying McDreamy," were the last words that came from Izzie's mouth as they all walked out of the dressing room.