Author's Note: This just sort of came to me when I was thinking about the premiere this morning. Be forwarned that as I write this I am ill and it may be the result of some kind of Dayquil-induced dream sequence. I don't quite know.

Summary: Takes place about a week after the Season 2 Premiere. Cristina POV. Mostly Preston/Cristina. Some others.

This story contains spoilers from the season premiere and parts of season 1.

Coming Undone
Part I : Conditions

The hospital has been relatively stagnant lately. Well, about as stagnant as a hospital can get. Yes, we still saved lives in the ER and the OR. And we still put up with overbearing bosses and the interns from pediatrics. But on the relationship front all was quiet. Well, maybe not. George and Olivia were on thin ice after the addition of Alex into their midst. I have to say that things aren't looking all too bright for them. Actually, things aren't looking too bright for Olivia, considering both Alex and George have their eyes elsewhere. Georgie Boy is stumbling around in Meredith's wake again, but his timing is right and I'll have a rare moment of optimism in saying that George might be happier soon.

I can't say I was suprised that Dr. Model and Dr. Jackass are interested in each other. He's not so bad. In fact, her worst seems to bring out the best in him. He's even being supportive of Meredith in the Dr.McLiar-Meredith fallout. We're all avoiding Shepherd like the plague, and I'm pretty sure he's getting the picture. Even more surprising is the fact that we talk to Addison more than Derek. I think he hates that. Actually, I'm positive he hates that. Which is why when I saw him walking towards me today, I veered off and talked to her for a bit.

It seems like Meredith and Derek have been over forever, but I know it's only been a week. I've been keeping track of the days, believe me. My appointment at the clinic is soon. Three days, soon. Meredith has agreed to go with me. She has to. But, of course, she's never one to make things simple. She's established conditions. That's right...conditions! It's my body, my baby and my life and she's telling me what to do. I figure I should do it though, it's too late to drag someone else into this. The less people who know, the better. I thought about asking Izzie, but she'd tell Alex, and he'd take a picture and Xerox it a million times a stick them around the locker room. I don't doubt that. I won't ask George, he'll try to convince me not to do it.

Maybe I should get to Meredith's conditions. She told me that if I wanted her to come (and I needed her to) that I had to tell Burke. And I had to tell him at least 3 days before the appointment so he could process it. Personally, I don't think he deserved that courtesy, he ended it and he'll have nothing to do with me.

But I needed to do this, because I couldn't have a kid alone. I wasn't ready. Which meant I needed to tell him, and I needed to tell him now.