I know, it's short. And I know, I took forever updating. My computer crashed and I got lazy. Plus, I found a new love for MerAdd. I'll try to get to the next chapter soon.

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"McAss!" The nickname echoed through the hallway, causing everyone to stop and turn around and eye Cristina Yang carefully. The man in question stood frozen in spot, his whole body tensing up as her foot steps became louder the closer she got. Before he could turn, a hand connected with the back of his head and sent it flying forward. "I always knew you were a McDouche but I never thought you'd take it this far."

"Yang!" Derek rubbed the back of his head as he regained his balance and turned to look at the woman, fury obvious in his eyes.

"Shepherd!" She mocked him, her hands fisting on her hips as she tilted her head to study him.

"Have you and Karev failed to remember that I am your superior and if I wanted to, I could have you both suspended? Just because I was in a relationship with Meredith does not mean you two can run your mouths at me whenever you feel like it." His arms crossed over his chest, his stance becoming defensive.

"Evil Spawn got to your first? Good. I always knew I liked him." She smirked as she advanced on him, getting in his face. "I can not believe you would do this to her."

"Do what to her? I didn't do anything!"

"You got her pregnant and then dumped her! So much for wanting to be the family-man. What happened? You realized just how crappy her genes are? After all that bullshit about not caring. You're pathetic," she spat the last words out, her temper obviously flying through the roof.

"I didn't get her pregnant," he bit out through clenched teeth. "I didn't even know she was pregnant until just now."

Cristina opened her mouth to respond, only to close it a moment later when words failed her. She stepped back away from him, eyeing him suspiciously, trying to decide if she believed him or not. The want to defend her friend overrode everything else.

"She hasn't slept with anyon-" Immediately her mouth shut tight, her eyes bulging slightly as she took another step away from him. "Shit," she muttered to herself.

The satisfied smirk on the Neurosurgeon's face quickly disappeared as his eyes flickered behind her shoulder, anger taking over his features. Not letting the other get a word out, he pushed passed her and before he knew what was happening his fist was connecting with Mark's face. A sickening crack echoed through the hallway, earning a few collective gasps from the audience that had gathered.

"You son of a bitch," Mark groaned, holding his cheek as he stumbled to keep himself standing. "What the hell was that for?"

"You got her pregnant!" Once again Derek's hand was flying through the air, only to miss when the plastic surgeon took a step to the side. He stumbled himself, not realizing that a fist was coming towards his own face. Another crack and a few more gasps were followed by the dark haired man stumbling to the side as Mark shook his hand.

"Would you two idiots stop?" Alex looked at the two like they were children as he approached, stopping just out of arm's reach from them both. "She wants you."

Derek's face lit up as he threw a smug look in the direction of his old friend, moving to go around Alex - only to be stopped.

"No, not you." The younger doctor shook his head before nodding at Mark. "Him."