A/N: It's been a few days. And this one is shorter than the rest but, as a consolation prize, the written chapter 5 is quite long so look forward to that. I though we should revisit Christina. Do notice however, that as she is working and focused on surgery that her personality has a more mature tone.

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Christina watched through the clear glass of the patient's room. She saw Dr. Hahn scolding the resident soundly, becoming more and more frustrated as he continued to show off his inability to take a hint.

She listened to the older man behind her—their patient—whisper assurances to his worried wife. He was telling her not to worry about the surgery, everything would be fine.

Christina stood away from them, discretely turning instead to continue watching Hahn's admonitions. She thought back to a year ago. Then, she would have reveled at the chance to prove her worth. She would have taken it upon herself to ready the patient and wait for the praising that Hahn would surely deliver. But she didn't dare now. She knew that would only piss off Hahn. It was the first year's job, not her's. If she kissed ass, she wouldn't get surgeries. If she stood by and let Hahn seek her out, she got all the surgeries she would have hounded her for before. She understood Hahn wanting to have Peters learn from his mistake. And, in hindsight, she kind of enjoyed watching…

Christina quirked an eyebrow as the resident began to crumble from stress and fear. She saw Callie come out of the x-ray room and stand by, watching the scene unfold. She noted the smirk on Callie's face and the way Hahn's body involuntarily relaxed as Callie took over directing Peters.

Dr. Peters bolted running back to the room with his tail between his legs. He shot back to the patient, shoving aside his elderly wife in his haste to sort through tubes and machinery. The wife was flustered, scolding the young man. But he didn't hear her; he was rushed, he was rude.

"Peters!" Christina barked. He jumped and froze in his actions. He beckoned him over soundlessly. "You need to calm down," She coached quietly, watching the couple re-gather their wits. They glared at the man in reproach."Go apologize and explain that it is you need to do. Ask them politely for permission to take him to the O.R."

The resident nodded nervously and sped off to his seemingly impossible task of appeasing the offended couple.

Christina turned back to the scene outside the room. Callie and Hahn were playing coy, flirting shamelessly as they did whenever they thought no one was watching. They never went far; no kissing or caressing just a wink or smile or nudge. They didn't overdo it which was key. To the unknowing eye, they could be best friends, simply play flirting as many friends do. But those who worked at the hospital knew the truth.

She found it ironic, the way she had longed so deeply for Hahn's approval. She had wanted nothing more than to be friends with Hahn… the way Callie was. Surely that would get Hahn to teach her? Christina thanked her insight five million times a day; that insight that had told her not to approach Hahn and demand what it was that Callie had that she didn't.

Thank you, dear God she hadn't asked that. Because she knew now what it was… and she didn't want it herself, thanks.

Still, she had gotten over Hahn's unmerited aversion to her. She'd dropped the issue. She had been so happy to rid herself of Dr. Dixon; she had hardly cared about Hahn's disposition.

And that had done it. Once she had stopped playing her way to the top. She'd found herself presented with surgeries. Sure, she and Hahn were far from friends but they were working together.

"Yang!" Christina spun around toward the voice. Hahn was standing in the room, giving her an odd look.

Christina shook her head lightly. She'd spaced out. Hahn turned back to the patient explaining how the procedure would play out in layman's terms.

The older man looked around Hahn's form after she'd finished speaking and addressed Christina. "It's okay to admit you were day dreaming. Dreams are all you have left at the end of the day."

Christina just nodded, not knowing what to say. The man's wife smiled at her warmly in that annoying, universal grandmother kind of way. Christina followed Hahn out the door, ignoring the second odd look Hahn had shot her way and left Peters to push the bed to the O.R. with an intern.

Yeah, people really weren't her thing.

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A/N 2: Well, I hope you enjoyed it. The story is going to take a slightly more serious turn so enjoy the fluff while you can :)