Chapter five
By greyeyedgirl
A/n: I seriously think, if you've already read this story, you should reread it, because it's changed a lot. Just saying. :D
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Preston Burke walked the corridors of Seattle Grace hospital, opening the doors to random on-call rooms and checking to see if Cristina was in there. He'd already checked the board, and knew she wasn't in surgery, which would have been her first choice. That meant she had to be hiding in an on-call room. All he had to do was turn the knob, and if it turned easily he knew Cristina wasn't inside. The room Cristina was occupying would be locked, and if he knew Cristina, probably barricaded.
Burke stopped outside a door, trying to turn the knob again, and once again not being able to. He smiled, realizing it was the first on-call room they'd ever been alone in.
"Cristina," he said through the door.
There was no answer. He bit his lip, suddenly self-conscious, hoping he wasn't disturbing anyone trying to get in a few hours' sleep.
"Cristina. Don't you think you're being a little immature?"
The door swung open, and Cristina stood there, now dressed in her scrubs, glaring at him. "You're calling me names? What about you, inviting people to our wedding without discussing it with the bride? Because I could think of a few names to use to call you!"
Burke rolled his eyes, stepping into the room. "It's not like she's a stranger…or the way you're acting, a felon. She's your mother."
Cristina sighed angrily, closing the door behind him. "I don't want her here, Burke. I don't want her to end up planning this for us. I can't…deal with having her here."
Burke sighed, sitting down on the bottom bunk of the bed and leaning back, putting his hands under his head. "Cristina, you're overreacting."
"Burke, you did not grow up with my mother! You do not know her like I do!"
Burke sat up, watching her. "Fine. Suppose she really is that horrible. You really can't deal with having her here for a few days?"
Cristina stood leaning against the door, looking like she wanted to make a quick escape. "Burke…" She shook her head. "Look, I have to go. I have a surgery in half an hour. I have to get my patient prepped."
"Cristina!" Burke yelled, sighing frustratedly, as Cristina turned the knob to the on-call room, once again exiting. Burke frowned, leaning against the bed again and covering his face with his hands.
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"You look like Hell," Alex commented, plopping down on one of the gurneys in the interns' little "clubhouse" in the SGH basement.
"An original and witty statement," Cristina murmured, flipping through a textbook and looking bored. Meredith grinned from her spot next to her.
"Ouch. Take your Bitch pills this morning?"
"Ouch. Take your Stupid pills this morning?"
"Ooh," Alex pretended to clutch his stomach in pain. "Those hormone changes getting to you already, Yang?"
Meredith looked up from the Bridal magazine Izzie had bought. She looked at Cristina, confused. "What is he talking about?"
Alex dropped his mouth in mock horror. "What's this? You didn't even tell your best friend? I thought the whole hospital knew by now."
Meredith frowned in confusion. "Cristina?"
Cristina didn't glance up from her textbook. "Oh. I might, um, be just a little bit pregnant."
Meredith's jaw dropped. "What? Since when? When did you find out?"
Cristina turned the page in her book, apparently absorbed. "Day after Burke proposed," she grunted. Meredith still looked shocked.
"You've known for almost a week? Why didn't you tell me?"
Cristina shrugged. "Relax. You have 8 more months of me being pregnant, you barely missed anything."
Meredith looked almost dazed. "I can't believe this. Wow."
Cristina skimmed the page nonchalantly. Alex's smirk grew.
"Burke's looking all over for you, you know. He's pretending to be all cool about it, but you can tell he's kind of frantic."
Meredith's head snapped back to Cristina. "Does Burke know?" She asked accusatorily. Cristina rolled her eyes. "Duh," she said simply.
Meredith frowned. "Then…why are you hiding?"
Cristina shrugged her shoulders. "I'm mad at him. He invited my mother to the wedding."
Alex laughed.
Meredith raised her eyebrows. "Did you really think he would let you not invite your mother? He's Burke."
Cristina looked up for the first time. "You know-you know what I really thought? I thought he would let me invite or not invite whomever I wished, considering I actually agreed to marry him, on the first proposal, and am letting him do this spontaneous wedding thing. Plus, his mother is coming up in a few days, and I am seriously not the meet-the-mom type of person, I hate mothers, and now I'm supposed to be a mother, and he invited my mother, and this whole thing is--" Cristina stopped when she saw Meredith and Alex staring at her. At that moment, George and Izzie came down the hallway, laughing. George stopped when he saw Cristina.
"Oh, hey, Cristina! I think Burke's looking for you, I said if I saw you I'd let you know." George smiled like he was being helpful. Cristina seriously considered throwing her book at him.
When no one responded, George grinned awkwardly, exchanging a quick glance with Izzie, before both of them sat down on the third gurney. "By the way," George said conversationally, "I heard about the baby from Burke. Congratulations!"
Meredith had to hold back a laugh at this, as Cristina stood up quickly, ignoring the slightly terrified look now on George's face, and hurried down the hallway.
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