Chapter Six

"I found a new old guy who doesn't wake up." Meredith grabbed her arm to lead her to the room.

"Uh, Mere what about everyone else? Not that I relish their company or everything, but they are going to try to find us." Balancing the tray and her medical journals was becoming difficult.

"We have to claim the room first and I want details." The old man was snoring softly; he didn't even move a muscle when they entered the room. Cristina hoped that new Sleeping Old Guy would last longer than the last one.

"Details?"

"You made plans and I know you won't tell me in front of Izzie or George so give me the details."

"Why are you so interested?" She knew she was milking it, but clearly Meredith was trying to distract herself from something.

"I'm your person or whatever."

Cristina grinned. "You are." Telling Meredith would make it real.

"Details before they find us."

"Okay. I told him that I wanted a non-religious wedding at City Hall with two witnesses. You, definitely, and McDreamy if Burke wants."

"But Burke is religious and his mother thinks you're a racist stripper or whatever."

"He's Ispiritual/I." Burke's mother. She hadn't thought about that. She could deal with her after she finished with Colin.

"So you're really getting married, tying the knot, taking the whatever—"

"Yeah."

Then Meredith hugged Cristina. She was her person and well, Cristina supposed she had the right to get excited. So she would tolerate the hugging and the girlish laughing because she was Mere. Mere was her person.

"Why are you two all happy?" Izzie seemed angry. Good. Cristina always liked her more when she was pissed off.

"Yang hugs? Weird." Cristina whacked him with her medical journal.

"She hugs. She makes plans and she…" Cristina shot a look at Meredith. "Does things or whatever." It was a rather lame finish, but Meredith always sounded like that.

The other interns busied themselves with eating and doing charts. It was a good lunch. There was no talk about Viagra, or Colin, or her and Burke. Instead they left her alone and became self-absorbed except for Meredith who continued to look over at her with eyes that mingled surprise and happiness.

By the time lunch was over, Cristina had regained some of that contentment she had felt earlier this morning. It was nice. Then, Colin had to come back and continue trying to ruin her impending marriage. Ass.

"A small wedding hmmm? I never thought you were so naïve, Cristina." He smirked.

"You eavesdropped? That's a bit stalkerish." She wanted him to think he had no affect on her whatsoever.

"Oh dear Cristina, you can't possibly believe a small wedding will suffice. Everyone will want to be there you know to witness your declarations of love."

"I made plans Colin and that's how it's staying. Now all I need is for you to leave." Cristina tried to sound firm, to ignore him.

"See this is what will happen to your plans. They'll change; you'll compromise. You will invite more people, maybe even add a minister." Cristina snorted. "And then when you watch the control slip from your hands because I know how much you hate that, you'll run and leave your supposed person behind."

"No."

"You were never able to commit Cristina. You're incapable of it." His tone was serious. He meant every word and Cristina knew it.

It wasn't true, was it?