A/N: Just a little idea that was picking at my brain. No set time period. Thanks for reading!
Cristina Yang is usually a pretty tough person. She's fierce, cold and icy in the OR, and stinging with her words. Not much is able to crack the hard shell she's built around her feelings.
But there is always one thing that gets to her.
She loves fighting with Alex. She enjoys the bickering, thrives on the challenge, and appreciates the sentiment.
But she absolutely cannot stand when Alex is genuinely angry with her. How come? Because Cristina Yang has kind of stumbled ungracefully into a love for Alex Karev that just feels kind of right. They're in a groove, they've found their niche, they're happy.
But when Alex is upset with her? Cristina actually can't stand it. And what does she do? The most un-Cristina-like thing you can do… She grovels.
She sees him head into an on-call room late in the afternoon and slips in behind him before he has a chance to lock the door.
She leans back against it while Alex takes a seat on one of the cots, and gives her an unwelcoming glare.
"Look, I know you're still mad at me… But can you please stop giving me the silent treatment? It's juvenile."
Alex looks back at her bewildered, fire in his eyes.
"You stole what could have been a career-changing surgery from me! Of course I'm still angry!"
"It's been a week!" Cristina said back, throwing her hands in the air. She actively didn't think about the consequences when she'd shimmied her way in on the Harris case, running on pure adrenaline and surgical superstardom. But the second the procedure was finished, she thought of Alex, knew it was a mistake, and regretted it immediately. Not that she was going to tell him that… she was trying to save as much dignity as she could.
"Cristina!" He threw back at her. She knew she was in the wrong. And he knew that she knew. They both wanted it to be over but were holding on to their positions, neither willing to give in. Well… maybe she was.
"I got us two home-plate tickets to the Mariners game on Friday." She said, raising her eyebrow as she walked over to stand in front where Alex was sitting.
Alex's face brightened a bit, and he thought he knew what she was up to. And he definitely wasn't complaining.
"You hate baseball…" He spoke softly, a smirk growing on his face.
"I know." Cristina responded. "And there's a first-edition Abbey Road on vinyl in your locker."
Alex's smirk grew into a full-blown smile, as he took Cristina's hands in his own, and looked up at her with a gleam in his eye.
"You hate the Beatles…"
"I know." She smirked back at him. They both knew what she was doing. But a little bribing, which would be cowardly in any other relationship, went a long way in theirs. Because neither one of them swallowed their pride very often, so to sacrifice anything for the other person was the biggest "I'm Sorry" they could muster.
Alex appreciated the gesture, and looked forward to torturing Cristina with baseball stats and annoying her with late-night renditions of "Come Together" for weeks to come.
He stood up, her hands still in his, and kissed her softly on the mouth.
"I love you" He smiled.
Cristina rolled her eyes and punched him in the chest. "Shut up. I love you, too."
