Title: The Rules of Attraction

Chapter: Two

Author: greyeyedgirl

A/n: I have seriously, seriously edited this chapter. It has a totally different ending. A more realistic one, IMO. I wanted to show Cristina's feelings about the you-know-what (in case you haven't read it yet!) Read, review. Please and thank you. :D

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"You're getting married?"

"I'm getting married."

"Oh, my god!"

Cristina turned away from the mirror in the locker room so she was face to face with Meredith. "I said yes. Why did I say yes? I'm not ready to get married." She paused. "Why did I say yes?"

Meredith smiled at her teasingly. "Because you looove him. You've even admitted it."

Cristina glared at her. "Meredith, shut up. Take your I'm-back-with-McDreamy-and-completely-thrilled chipperness and go bother somebody else."

"Do you really wish you hadn't said yes?"

Cristina looked at her like she was crazy. "No." She rolled her eyes. "I just like to complain. Complaints are my friends. We've been friendly for awhile."

"You're getting married."

"Uh huh."

"Do you have a date?"

"He wants to do it next month!"

"Wow, that's really soon."

Cristina glared, looking back in the mirror, and putting her hair up into a messy bun. "No kidding," she said sarcastically. She looked at Meredith. "Oh yeah," she said, just

remembering. "Do you want to be my maid of honor?"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. I'm having two friends of mine from college fly up to be bridesmaids. I' m going to ask Izzie to be one, too. And George could be the usher."

"George could be the what?" George had come up behind them and was staring at Cristina.

"Oh, um...Well...Burke and I...Preston and I...decided that maybe we'll get married. Like, sometime next month. And we were wondering if you'd be the usher."

George was staring at her. "You and Dr. Burke are getting married!"

"God, George, not so loud!" Cristina looked around, seeing if anyone was listening.

"Um...congratulations."

"So will you?"

"Will I what?"

"Be the usher! Meredith's my M.O.H."

"Meredith's your...Oh. Right. Sure."

"Good." She turned to them. "By the way, I'm going MIA at lunch. This virus has been sticking it out, and Burke's making me go to the doctor." She grabbed her stethoscope and name tag, stringing them around her neck. "Where's Izzie?"

"Right here," Izzie said, coming into the locker room and looking out of breath. "What's up?"

George's voice sounded strangled. "Cristina is marrying Burke!"

Izzie turned to stare. "Seriously?"

"You're a bridesmaid. George is usher, Meredith's maid of honor. Two of my old friends are flying up to be bridesmaids, too."

"Congratulations."

"Thank you," Cristina said, leading the quartet out of the locker room. Bailey was standing nearby, waiting for them. "Cristina and Burke are getting married," Izzie said.

Cristina stomped on her foot.

"Cristina and Burke are doing what?" Bailey asked, obviously not have been paying attention as she examined a chart. Her head shot up. "Cristina and Burke are doing what?"

"They're getting married. Isn't that great?" Izzie beamed at Cristina. Meredith looked amused, and George looked slightly sick.

"Erm...Congratulations. Am I invited?"

"Of course, Dr. Bailey." Cristina nodded fervently, sounding a little tired.

"Good. Let's get movin', then."

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"Well, Dr. Yang, you're definitely pregnant."

"Excuse me?" Cristina stared at her doctor, glad she had convinced Burke not to come.

"I assume this pregnancy was not planned?"

"I'm getting married next month."

"Congratulations. On both counts. You're only a few weeks along, but I think we can set a due date for the beginning of June. The fifth, maybe?"

"Are you sure I'm pregnant?"

Dr. Bradley laughed. "Positive."

"So..."

"So I think you should make a follow up appointment, perhaps I could recommend a doctor I know who specializes in this area? And your fiancé could join you, of course. I'd say you'd probably do an ultrasound, just make sure the baby is doing okay. Is this your first pregnancy?"

"No..." Cristina was quiet, she still didn't look as if she exactly believed what was going on. "I had an ectopic pregnancy at 7 weeks along several months ago."

"I'm so sorry."

"I have to go." She stood up, avoiding the doctor's gaze.

"Doctor Yang-"

She was already out the door.

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Cristina took a deep breath, leaning against the door to the on-call room. She didn't know what to think, or how to feel. She and Burke had talked about having children, of course they had, it was inevitable. He'd brought it up the first time after the miscarriage, and again a few months ago when he'd watched one of his patients have a very good relationship with his son. She knew Burke wanted kids. She knew, what with the engagement and the upcoming wedding, that she and Burke would have to talk about it again. She hadn't even been nervous about talking about it! She'd known he would be okay with it, she'd even told him she wanted to wait until her fellowship before even considering it. The weird part was, he'd even been okay with it. He'd understood the hours interns worked, and he knew that they would most likely not be able to handle having a child right then. They weren't ready for it. Cristina Yang was not ready to be a mother.

But really, would she ever be? Cristina wondered. She wasn't warm or loving, she didn't like to hug people, with Burke being the obvious exception. She loved it when he curled up next to her at night.

This is ridiculous. I am not ready for this. We're not even married yet. We can't be having a baby.

Ooh. Baby. That was a scary word. She shouldn't use that word. That word made necessary decisions much more difficult to make. It blurred and softened Cristina's edge. Babies were toxic.

"Seriously, I can't believe this. This can't be true." Cristina frowned angrily, almost spitting the words out, then bit her lip, realizing she'd spoke aloud. This baby was already messing with her head, and it wasn't even born yet.

'Baby.' There was that dangerous word again….

She didn't know who she thought she was kidding. Burke would never let her get an abortion, not now, not now that the baby had already been conceived, and they were getting married in just weeks. She wasn't even sure she wanted one. As much as the thought of having a child scared her, the idea of not having it made her sick. She'd changed in the last year. She was no longer the hardcore intern that had told a patient she should choose her own life over her unborn child's. Preston Burke had broken down her walls, melted her resolve, leaving only a few feet of crumbled bricks and debris, and the gooey feeling she had in her stomach at the thought of a dark-eyed little boy with glasses and a tiny sweater. Burke would be sure to dress his son in sweaters.

Cristina sunk down on the floor to the on-call room. She was so confused. Cristina hated being confused. She wanted to know all of the answers, and she wanted to be the first one to know.