Part III: What Has To Be Done

He didn't see me at first. I'll admit, I'm glad he didn't. If he had he would've backed out. And I had to do this.

I stood and that's when he saw me. He stopped what he was doing and moved foward. Towards me. His eyes hardened, it looked forced, but that was lost on me. His eyes softened after a moment and that's when I realized I was crying. That's what this was doing to me. He moved foward, and we were close but not touching. Almost like we couldn't touch, like two magnets facing the wrong direction. He raised his hand, but stopped himself two inches from my face. He wasn't sure; I wasn't either.

This was ruining me, and I knew that if I didn't say something soon I'd never stop crying.

I took his hand and I felt like I had the strength to tell him. And I had to do this.

"Why?"

That's not what I meant to say. It wasn't even close, but my body has overridden my brain and it didn't matter how much coaxing I did, they just weren't going to fall back into synchronization.

It didn't matter though, I suppose, since he never answered me. He turned his head away, apparently struggling with something, whether it was sadness or anger, I don't know.

"Cristina..."

I shook my head. If I was going to to this I had to do it now. And I had to do this.

"Do you remember..." I struggled, "what you told me..."

He looked at me like he already new what I was talking about, even though I'd been quite vague. He smiled, almost. Yes, he did know what I was talking about. "There's no one else." That's what he told me.

"And I told you the same thing..." I continued, like I'd actually finished the previous thought.

He nodded again. I wished he'd say something, but he didn't. He wrapped his arms around me as he sat down on one of the beds. He leaned against the wall with me, not letting go. My head was on his chest, and I lifted it up to tell him what I'd come here to say. And I had to do this.

He looked down at me; I looked up.

"I'm pregnant."

I was crying still. I knew that much as he leaned back against the wall again. Not letting go.

And in that moment I knew what would happen. That we'd be happy.That sometime tonight we'd be going to visit Webber, to tell him. To let him fire us, to let him know, to let him vent, to give him the opportunity to fire us, even though he wouldn't. And I knew that I wouldn't be needing Meredith as "my person" after all.

I put my head back on his chest and he kissed the top of it. Kissed the spot where I'd slammed my head against the bunk bed.

He knew nothing about me, and still he knew everything.

Author's Note: That's all folks.

I'm not writing anymore for this fic. It's done. I've left it open ended, draw your own conclusions. Review. Yay.

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Chapter Titles: My own inspiration.
Story Title: "Coming Undone" was inspired by a song by Tegan and Sara called "Days and Days"
Plot: Partially mine, mostly Shonda Rhimes.
Characters & Everything Else: Shonda Rhimes