Author's note: I used to write fanfic, it was a bit Original Trek, mostly X-Files, with a bit of ER crossovers. That was during my previous, pre-motherhood life. I haven't written in ages, and that means something like 7-8 years. I miss it and up until today I felt like I couldn't go back, but a terrible mood due to work just pushed me into a writing phase and I'm having fun. I don't know where this is heading. It took on a life of its own as I wrote the few paragraphs. Anyway, I hope it's OK. Please let me know. Oh, and well, no beta since I'm so new, (well, new-again) to fanfic, so 'xcuse any errors on my behalf, and any grammatical ones, since I do not live in an English speaking country.

Disclaimer: Not Mine - all Shonda's but I do like'em, but no claims whatsoever.

MEGA WHATEVER - Chapter 1
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I'm super-woman! I am! Cristina Yang felt like she was the Queen Mother. No! She was even better than that. She was a frickin' Goddess! She kicked ass. She was immortal.

One day after saving Derek Shepherd's life by performing open heart surgery on her own, and Cristina felt she could conquer the world. She felt like she could dance. Each of her steps light as feathers as she passed through SG hospital's main entrance.

It was only then, when she entered, that she felt it; that eerie, gloomy feeling lingering in the hallways. The sort that hangs in the air after a disastrous catastrophe, and well, it had been rather awful yesterday, thought Cristina. It was quite a drag having to realize that her greatest moment in life was shadowed by many other terrible moments; by the death of some people, or the near-death of others.

Oh, brother. She thought. Damn them all. Having to be dead or near-dead when I'm a super-frickin'-hero.

She walked the halls of SGH. She wanted to smile at everybody and anybody passing her by, but they were all in mourning. They were walking about the place like zombies trolling a graveyard. And even worse, there was hardly anybody to talk to. Mere was hovering over Derek. Alex was stuck in another hospital altogether, breathing and eating through a tube, with silly-freaked-out Lexie sprawled over his bed. Whatsisname and whatshername were dead. And most everybody else was still too shocked to be able to make any form of conversation other than feeling miserable about the whole damn situation.

It was like she was the only one who was actually glad about having a maniac shooting off people all through this goddamn hospital. Bah! She snorted to herself. I'm so happy, I could sing. She just about giggled inwardly.

Bugger all. I guess I'll go see if I can be of any use. She decided. But of course she could be. She was the amazing goddess Cristina Yang, the super-cardio-thoracic-resident. Man, she was so damn good…

WHACK!

"Och!" she yelped. What was that? She was lying on the floor flat on her belly, her nose aching. She'd slammed into something.

"Watch out!" somebody yelled.

'bit too late for that. She thought as she slowly lifted herself to a semi-sitting position. Not that anybody bothered to help her out. Whomever and whatever it was she'd crashed into were long gone past the corridor corner and she was left to pick up her own pieces from the cold hospital floor. It was worse than that. The pain in her nose was unbearable. She grabbed it with both her hands only to be shocked both by the excruciating pain brought by her touch and the feeling of the warm sticky fluid oozing out of it.

"No! This cannot be happening!" She grumbled. She knew all too well that this was more than just a simple nose-bleed. The God-awful pain was a clear indication that something was broken, and why did it have to be her bloody nose. Bugger, her nose was definitely bloody, she realized, and although this was a major hospital, she was all alone, in the middle of a corridor with a broken nose and nobody bothering to help her.

Well, you aren't paralyzed, she admonished herself. Get up and take care of yourself. But where would she go? This was so fucking embarrassing; and why on this day of all days? Where was Mere when she needed her? Where were all her friends? What friends? She muttered to herself. She truly only had one good friend she could trust, and that friend of hers was 'somewhat' preoccupied at that very moment.

The only other person she could think of was Owen. But he was in the ER in the middle of all the hustle and bustle, and the thought of going there in her state felt all too awkward.

Then there was Callie, only that she wasn't on duty right now. Avery? God! Not him. Avery. Man. No! Christina, don't even go there. But who could she go to? It was stupid. It was a damn hospital she was in, and she was standing there with a bleeding, broken nose, in its midst, with nobody to help her.

"Yang!"

She almost toppled over. She was so deep in thought that Bailey's yell just about took her off balance. SHIT!

"Dr. Yang, are you plannin' on standing there all day or you gonna do some work 'round here today?" Bailey seemed to be her shining old self.

She couldn't keep standing there like an idiot with her back to Dr. Baily, yet the last thing she wanted to do was turn around and reveal the state she was in. Not to Bailey of all people. Why did this have to happen today? Why, goddamit! What was she going to do? She was unable to move. She had to move. She had to run. She had to do something. God! What?

"Dr. Yang?" Baily began losing what little patience she still had in her. "Did you hear me?"

"Yes." She said, but of course it sounded pretty funny with her hands cuffing her mangled nose.

Cristina knew Bailey couldn't have missed her nasal-ish speech, and sure as rain, she was right. "What happened to your voice?" Bailey asked in her 'all-business' tone.

No escaping here. What a mess. What a fucking mess!

"Dr. Yang, turn around, please." Bailey demanded.

"It's nothing, really." Cristina protested.

"So why're you standing here sounding like a duck with a damn cold?"

Cristina heard Bailey's steps as she made her move towards her and cringed. RUN! The voice in her head roared. RUN! NOW! But of course the rational part of her brain would not let her, as well as the fact that she was losing blood and she was starting to feel pretty woozy.

Bailey grabbed her shoulder and gruffly turned her around and even though Cristina knew this was coming, the rough movement caused her to release a cry as new vibes of pain seared through her agonized face. FUCK! FUCKING HELL!

"You fool!"

She did just about everything to keep herself from keeling over. Sighing inwardly, she gave in to the pain and to feeling like the total idiot that she currently was. Standing in a deserted hallway, in the belly of a major, top-notch medical facility, with an injury, and choosing not to go seek help due to embarrassment. If that wasn't foolish, what was?

"Don't move!" Bailey blurted. "I'm gonna get some help."

"Not moving." Cristina moaned with her pinched voice. It wasn't like she could. She remembered how she felt on that day, standing in Burke's operating room, losing her pregnancy. Yes, she was feeling pretty much the same. If she made a single step she knew she would regret it. She'd broken her nose. She sure as hell didn't want to break anything else today. But the world itself did continue moving, both in her eyes, swimming all around her, and also in the form of her pager, choosing that brilliant moment to make its presence known.

"What now?" she whimpered. Of course somebody was paging her. She was on call. She wasn't injured or sitting at the bedside of an injured loved one, yet she was injured, just not shot by a crazy killer husband, but purely due to her being a klutz.

The pager wouldn't relent. Maybe she would just take a tiny peek; the surgeon in her craved knowing who was paging her and why. Slowly she removed her right hand from her nose and then plucked her pager from her scrubs' pocket. That was the easy part. Now came the hard part; trying to read the damn bleeping thing.

She moved the pager slowly until it was in front of her eyes. She dared not move her head. Finally, she managed that peek of hers. It was Teddy and she was needed in the OR. Cristina groaned. Why today? I was going to be a mega-star in the operating room and now I'm a piece of crap.

She'd just finished that lovely thought when a wave of nausea grabbed her. Oh God! No! No! She was falling and there was nothing she could do about it. She wasn't even able to send her hands forward to break her fall. She met the floor, head first, and then there was a loud pop and then nothing.