Hanukkah is a time of many things. Dedication, education, hope, redemption, forgiveness, cherishing, and looking to the future. It mirrors life and love in so many ways, and it holds meaning to those who celebrate it, and sometimes, to those who don't. Dedication, education, hope, redemption, forgiveness, cherishing, and looking to the future. Traits we all need in our life. Maybe, just maybe, if we all knew the story of Hanukkah, then we could all appreciate the little things that make us human.

One year later, minus 8 days.

Cristina glanced up at the clock nervously from her seat at the nurse's station.

She knew that any moment her beeper was going to go off. She just knew it, and she became even more nervous.

If such a thing were possible.

"You seem awfully on edge, Cristina." Izzie observed.

"I'm fine." she muttered, scribbling in the chart in front of her.

"You are on edge." Meredith chimed in, looking up from her chart.

"Maybe I'm just frustrated because I didn't get these charts right the first time, and I have to have you guys help me with them." she sighed, throwing her pen in the chart.

Bailey appeared from nowhere, "Yang..." she started, an ominous look on her face.

Then her beeper chirped.

"Shit. I have to go do...to do my thing." she gasped, standing from the chair.

"Take Grey and Stevens with you." Bailey added dryly.

"But, Dr. Bailey...I don't need them for this." she protested, her hands trembling just a bit.

"Trust me, Yang, you're going to need them...and that's the end of it. I'll come looking for you if I need to, and you don't want me to look for you. Take them." she crossed her arms over her chest.

Izzie and Meredith sat behind their charts staring at Bailey, and then shifting their gaze to Cristina, and back again.

"Stevens, Grey..are you deaf?? Go!" she threw a finger in a direction away from the nurses station.

The trio started their walk towards the central part of the hospital in silence.

Cristina's heart was racing, and she felt like she couldn't breathe.

"So, what's this thing? This thing we're doing? Is it a cool patient?" Izzie asked, her voice irritatingly cheerful.

"No."

"Okay, is it a boring patient?" Meredith frowned.

"No."

"Then what is it?" Izzie sighed. "I'm so tired of you being all, 'oooh, I'm a mysterious doctor...'"

"Shut it, Stevens." Cristina snapped as they arrived at the doors of the hospital chapel.

"Cristina, what are you doing?" Meredith asked, sliding her gaze upward.

She laid her hands on the large ceremonious brass handles to the door and pulled them back, opting instead to fidget with her hair, and smoothing out her scrubs.

"Cristina? Earth to Cristina." Izzie waved her hands in front of her face.

Finally Cristina looked up at the both of them. "When we walk in here, I do not want a single word from either of you. Not a gasp, not a grin, not a weepy fit, nothing. I don't want you to elicit any sort of response at all. Are we clear?"

Izzie crossed her arms and raised her eyebrow in that 'whatever' manner that grated on Cristina's last nerve, "Crystal."

Cristina pulled back the door to the chapel and inside Meredith and Izzie found the reason that Cristina had been on edge all day long.

Burke stood at the front of it with one of the hospital's chaplains. He looked up to her and looked at her, love and hope shining in his eyes.

"Cristina...", Meredith whispered, "What are we doing here?"

"I told you to shut it." she sighed and advanced through the chapel towards him.

Towards her future.

She didn't think of it as walking down the aisle, because as much as she loved him, thinking of it like that would scare the hell out of her.

He held out his hand to her, and she took it. "You came."

"I came. I'm here."

"You're nervous."

"You're not?" she muttered, looking away towards Izzie and Meredith, shooting a sit down and shut up look at them.

"Didn't say that." was all he said, pulling her closer. "It's okay to be nervous."

The elderly woman that stood in front of them smiled, "Dr. Burke, are you ready to proceed?"

He looked to Cristina, question in his eyes.

She simply nodded.

"Yes. We're ready."

Meredith was awe-struck. She had no clue that they were even engaged, let alone getting married.

And here they were.

Getting married in the hospital chapel.

In their scrubs.

In secret.

Some things never change.

"We're here today to join Cristina and Preston in holy matrimony, on this eve of Hanukkah. A day that holds special meaning to many people around the world, but especially the two of you. Hanukkah is a word that literally means dedication..."

Cristina found Burke's eyes and focused, and the chaplain's words faded away.

Her heart slowed.

She could breathe again.

In his eyes, in his arms, she was safe.

She was loved.

She was happy.

She would be in his arms forever.

"Preston, it is time to recite your vows." the chaplain smiled.

He nodded, unable to tear his eyes away from Cristina.

He started, his voice low and cracking, "Not so long ago, I, uh..." he cleared his throat. "I told you that you were the most competitive, guarded, stubborn and challenging person that I'd ever met. And you still are. I also told you that I loved you in the same breath. And I still do. We have been through so very much together, and we have survived more than any could should have to survive. But we found that it was harder to be apart than it was to be together. One year ago, I put a light through the darkness, calling you home, and you came home. For that, I will always be thankful..."

He took in a deep breath, clutching her tighter, "I promise you from now until the end of time that I will never put you in a place of compromise, that I will never be angry with you for doing what is right, and that I will never let you go. You are my soulmate, Cristina. I've known it from that moment in the stairwell...when you looked into my eyes, angry, upset, and scared. But there was something else there. It was the first time I saw you. I love you."

"Cristina?" the chaplain smiled indicating it was her turn.

Burke squeezed her hands, drawing her eyes back to his. "It's okay..." he mumbled, trying to ease her anxiety.

There was so much going on in her eyes.

She was nervous, rightfully so.

She was angry because she wanted this to be private, but for some reason unknown to him, Meredith and Izzie were present.

He searched a little deeper, and he found it.

Her love.

Her love that had knocked him off his feet, dragged him across lines, and brought him back to the basics of life.

It was there and it was strong.

"Burke...Pres...Burke." she started, her voice quivering, "I never saw myself here. I had an edge, y'know. Not so long ago, I would've laughed at the girl standing here, marrying her attending. But you did something to me. You changed me. And it's not a bad thing." her voice was barely audible.

But the words spoke volumes to him.

"You bought me coffee and from that moment on, everything that I'd known about life and work and love began to unravel and change, and it scared me. But then everything happened...to me, to you, to us and I turned into that girl. That girl that drives by her boyfriend's house every night to see if he was there. To see if he still cared, and when you were ready, you called me back. For the first time in my life, I knew you needed me the way that I needed to be needed. If that makes sense...and for the first time in my life, I'm nervous and scared about what I'm doing. I've never been nervous and scared, you did that to me. And I love you. I know I don't say it often, and I know it took me an exceptionally long time to tell you when you were actually awake and coherent, but I do. I love you. And I will forever."

Meredith looked over to Izzie, who was tearing up. "Izzie, are you crying?"

Izzie wiped the tears from her eyes, "It's a wedding. I always cry at wedding. Shut up."

Cristina shot a look at the two of them and they silenced themselves once again.

"Do you have the rings?" the chaplain looked at Cristina with an eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"Oh..." Cristina dug her engagement ring from the pocket of her scrubs and slid it on. "I guess I need this one on first, huh?"

Burke chuckled producing a gold band with diamonds inlayed into it, "That would be a good thing."

She pulled his band out of the other pocket, "Did I ask you?" she sighed in a joking manner.

"Preston, place the ring on her finger and repeat after me."

He placed the ring at the tip of her finger and let out a long exhale.

She wanted to wince.

'Here goes.' she thought.

"With this ring..." the chaplain prompted him softly.

"With this ring."

"I thee wed."

"I thee wed." he finished, his voice soft, loving.

The ring slid into place, and she silently sighed.

That wasn't so bad.

"Cristina."

She nodded, placing the ring at the tip of his finger, "Okay..."

"With this ring."

"With this ring." she whispered, her heart swelling in her chest.

"I thee wed."

"I thee wed." she finished, sliding it into place.

"By the power vested in me by the state of Washington, I know pronounce you man and wife." the chaplain smiled, her voice strong and proud.

She had just wed the two most stubborn people in Seattle Grace hospital.

Her friends would never believe this.

"Preston, you may kiss your bride."

He wrapped his arm around the small of her back, tightly and tilted her chin up with the other hand.

Their lips met in an intense and passionate kiss.

Meredith sniffled a little bit and looked over to Izzie who was full blown crying, "You're such a sap." she muttered, looking back to the couple who's lips were still locked.

The sound of a pager going off broke their kiss.

The five occupants of the chapel fumbled for their pagers.

"It's mine..." Cristina sighed.

"It's okay...we're done." Burke smiled, "Thank you Becky." he nodded towards the chaplain.

"Well, we're not done yet." the chaplain held out the marriage license. "We still need signatures on this."

"Oh, oh yes..." he sighed, "Grey...Stevens. Would you mind?" motioning towards the marriage license.

Cristina thanked Bailey silently for sending the two of them with her because she didn't know if she could go through all of that again.

Not that the end result wasn't bad.

They signed quickly, one by one, and the chaplain took the paper back, "I'll mail this for you, and you should be able to pick up the certified copy in a week."

"Thank you."

Cristina reached up and placed one more quick kiss on her new husband's lips, "I gotta go."

"I'll see you tonight?"

"Yeah...tonight."

Izzie, Meredith and Cristina started towards the back of the chapel when they found Bailey standing at the door.

"Dr. Bailey...I...I didn't see you come in. You paged me?"

"I paged you because I didn't want to see you fools locked at the lips all damn day long. There are lives to save, people that need to have rectal exams and people that are vomiting all over the place." she rattled off a list of scut duties to them.

They walked out of the chapel, "Grey, Stevens, scut."

"But, Dr. Bailey, it's time for lunch...and we want..."

"You want to what? You want to take a break? You're interns. There is no break, and I'm sure that Yang doesn't want to talk to you right now, she's got things to ponder. She's got things to think about, like how she's going to get through the rest of the day avoiding you two teary eyed fools. Scut. Now."

The duo looked longingly at Cristina, but she smiled, "Bailey said scut." she shrugged, an evil grin upon her lips.

"Yang, there's a small bowel resection that needs prepping for surgery, consider it my wedding gift to you." she sighed.

"It's Burke."

Bailey stopped in her tracks and Cristina felt the eyes of nurses wandering by stop and stare at her.

"What?"

"It's Burke. I'm not Yang anymore. It's Burke."

Bailey smiled inwardly, "Whatever Yang, Burke, Cristina. I don't care what your name is. I need labs and I need them now."

Cristina nodded and walked away from Bailey towards her patient.

Burke came up behind Bailey and laid a hand on her shoulder, "Be nice to her. It isn't everyday that one of your interns get married."

"She's changing her name for you? What the hell was in that pre-nup?" Bailey crossed her arms, turning to face him.

"There isn't one. We don't need it." she patted her on the shoulder and walked towards the stairs, following Cristina.

"Two damn Dr. Burkes." Bailey muttered to herself, "Two damn stubborn, arrogant, competitive, Dr. Burkes..."

She cast a glance towards the stairway where the two of them had paused on one of the landings and she watched them.

She was staring down at her ring, and back up at him.

He was brushing a strand of hair from her face. Lovingly and tenderly.

"Those fools are gonna make it." she sighed, slightly happy for the fact, heading to the elevators. "Two damn Dr. Burkes."

A/N: That's the end. I gave you the wedding, Bang style. And that's how I hope it happens. Thank you all for the wonderful feedback, it is much appreciated, and I hope that you continue to read and enjoy my stories for a long time to come. :)

They're not my characters, because if they were, it would be called Bang's Anatomy.