Addison Montgomery stood over Cristina, a pained look in her eyes that she tried to push away. She stroked her forehead in a gentle and motherly sort of way, knowing herself what it was like for Mark Sloane to find a woman in a weak moment.

Cristina stirred under her touch and startled a bit as she opened her eyes, and pulled away, "I'm fine."

Her demeanor was cold and detached, but her intonation betrayed the show that she tried to put on.

"Cristina...I need to talk to you about something." Addison sighed, pulling a chair up beside the gurney and lowering herself.

"What's he got?" She muttered, pulling the blanket around herself tighter.

Addison forced a smile away from her lips as she recognized that in any other circumstance that such a thing might be funny, entertaining even, but not in Cristina's case.

"It's not about Mark."

"Then why are you here?" Her words worse crisp and she looked to Addison and saw that look in her eye.

It was the same look that was in Derek's eyes when he told her that Burke had died, it was the same look that Meredith had in her eye when the ring rolled across the floor to her feet, it was the same look in Jane's eye when she had said that she was sorry about Burke.

"Cristina, you...you're.." Addison fought for the words, trying to figure out a way to lessen the blow. "When ran some tests, to try to find out why you fainted on the call room floor, and your Hcg levels were high."

Cristina looked to her in shock and she felt her airway constrict, the world began to spin around her, "I'm pregnant??" She questioned, shaking her head.

"I'd like to do an ultrasound to confirm, but it seems that way."

"I'm pregnant? I can't be pregnant...it has to be a mistake." Cristina's hand slid down to her stomach and then flew away.

She couldn't be pregnant.

He left her alone.

He left her.

He could not leave her alone with a child.

Addison laid her hand over Cristina's, "Cristina...look at me, I want you to look at me, I'm going to do an ultrasound to confirm, okay?"

Cristina nodded lightly, unable to say anything, unable to protest. She felt powerless, she felt like a little girl lost, and she couldn't find the edge she needed.

She couldn't find strength.

Because her source of strength was lying in a muddied and shallow grave.

"I have to do a transvaginal ultrasound, Cristina...because you're probably not very far along if you are pregnant." Addison spoke to her as if she wouldn't know, but she thought it would lessen the blow. She leaned over the bed to help her lay back, and tried to make her as comfortable as possible before she prepared herself to do the ultrasound.

Addison couldn't help but think as she began the procedure that she was violating Cristina for a second time in one day, and she tried to focus on the screen, tried to focus on anything but her personal feelings.

She looked up to the screen to see the embryonic sac already formed, and a small, but rapidly forming embroyo, the beginnings of the umbilical cord keeping it harnessed to the chorion, and she felt a tugging at her heart, and that familiar sting in her eyes.

"Do you want to see your baby, Cristina?" She managed to choke out the words.

Cristina's mouth opened, and she ran her fingers over the ring again, and looked away, "I can't."

Her words were soft.

"Do you want a print so that you can look later?" Addison pressed, knowing that she needed to see this baby.

She needed to see that a part of him was still very much with her.

"I can't." She repeated.

"Cristina..." Addison started.

"I can't. Just.." She interrupted then froze.

Just what?

Terminate the pregnancy?

Reach to her inner depths, and scrape out the life that now took residence within her body? Vacuum it out and send it out with the medical waste, as if it were nothing.

Meredith stepped into the room and looked to Addison, knowing in her eyes, "Give me the print. She'll want to see it later."

Addison nodded, and pressed some buttons on the monitor, "I'll need to see you, in a couple weeks Cristina."

Cristina nodded at her, still unable to find words, unable to express exactly what the hell it was that she was feeling.

"She's okay to go, as long as everything else has been cleared." Addison looked to Meredith and handed her the print, "Schedule the appointment for two weeks in my office."

Meredith quietly thanked her, taking the prints, "Cristina, come on. We're going to go home."

She accepted Meredith's help moving as she helped her to slide her jeans up, helped her zip and button them. She felt her slide her sweater on over her arms, and she looked down, "Why am I in my street clothes?"

Nothing made sense.

Meredith helped her from the gurney, "I'm going to take you home, Cristina. We're going home."

Cristina trembled under Meredith's grasp, "I'm pregnant."

"I know." Meredith mumbled back at her, leading her from the ER.

"I can't do this. On my own. I can't handle things anymore. I don't feel like myself."

"You aren't on your own, Cristina. I'm here for you."

She looked to Meredith and in a fleeting moment, she wished that she still had Burke, and she had lost Meredith instead, then chided herself for thinking such things. "Yeah."

"C'mon...let's go home."

"Can we stop...on the way..." She mumbled, her heart aching, she needed to talk to him, to tell him what had happened.

What he'd done to her.

Meredith pulled her along, her arm tightly around her shoulder. "We can stop to see Burke."