I originally didn't intend to write this part, but the last line popped into my head in such a Cristina voice, I couldn't resist. I'm also trying to get everything in my head down on the computer before my mind focuses on something else, like a Discworld novel, and then where would I be without my Grey's Anatomy muse?

In a very bad place.

If you'd prefer it that I didn't write this part, then you can pretend it never existed. It's much easier to pretend than it is to complain to about it.

Disclaimer: Erm, not...mine?

"I am Christina Yang, an extremely smart, very competitive surgical intern. I have no tact, and I am not a nice person. I am a person who hates cleaning, and on top of that I am a person who despises organization. The House of Wong is number 1 on my speed dial. And you, you are a ridiculously arrogant man who arranges his books according to the Dewey decimal system. An OCD'd cardio-thoraxic surgeon who is so clean, I could perform surgery on your kitchen counter. You cook every one of your meals, and you make bad coff—" She paused for a second, and Preston Burke distinctly heard the phrase "Damn it."

"Go on. I make bad coff..."

"—ee. You are the most professional, possessive, and poe—determinant person I have ever met. I am Christina Yang. And...I...love...you." She didn't move, and she didn't look at him. Sincerity, for Cristina, was told by her lack of eye contact.

"Well," he said. "At least we're even now." She glanced upward.

"What, that's it?" He nodded. "I spend two hours agonizing over this speech, and you view it as what, evening out the score?"

He almost said that he spent about five minutes on his version, but decided against it. "You said I was OCD, and I said you were slovenly. We're even." She perked up.

"So...seriously, that's it," she said, in a slightly more optimistic way.

"Yeah. That's it."

"O...kay." She moved to walk into the bathroom.

"But one thing." Cristina turned to face him. "Do I really make bad coffee?"

Her eyes slid sideways as she contemplated her answer. "Oh yeah."

-end-

And that, my friends, is the actual end.

Gah, my mind is done for the night.