Burke & Christina's Apartment
Christina had been standing outside the door with her hand on the doorknob for a good 10 minutes, several questions running through her mind. Should she go in? What would she say to him? She finally gathered up the courage and opened the door. She could hear the sounds of Miles Davis coming from the stereo and as she rounded the corner she saw the dinner table set up with candles and bottle of wine on ice in the center.
"Burke?" she yelled. She could faintly hear his voice coming from the kitchen and followed it. When she entered she saw that he was on the phone with his back turned to her. She walked up to him thinking to give him a kiss hello until he turned and she saw the look on his face. His expression stopped her dead in her tracks.
"Yeah ok, I got it." He said evenly into the phone. "Ok I gotta go, Christina just walked in." As he spoke, Christina was trying to read his expression. Maybe the phone call had nothing to do with her. "Yep, alright thanks again for calling Derek, I really appreciate it."
Shit! Was all that ran through Christina's mind as she began backing out of the kitchen. Burke quickly hung up the phone and started after her.
"Christina!" Burke screamed as he made his was through the kitchen door. He turned to see that she was half way to the front door. He chased after her grabbing her elbow gently. "Oh no you don't" he said turning her around to face him.
Burke couldn't remember ever being this angry before. The thought that someone had physically hurt her, made his blood boil, but what was even worse was that she wasn't going to tell him.
"Christina, what the hell happened?" he said trying to control his anger but failing miserably.
"What do you mean?" she said claiming ignorance. Burke took a deep breath trying to calm himself.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about! Shepard just called me and told me what he saw!" Burke gave up trying to be calm, he was livid and at this point Christina was sure everyone in the building knew because he was yelling so loud.
"He thinks Savage hurt me right?" Burke nods impatiently. "Yeah he said as much to me in the locker room. That isn't what happened." She was lying through her teeth and hating every minute of it. This was by no means the first lie she had ever told, she had been a liar her whole life. But with Burke, it was different; she made an effort there, which made this so much harder.
"Then what did happen Christina?" Burke asked, patience long gone.
"I was getting dressed and I knocked my head on the top shelf of my locker. Then Devon came in to try and talk to me again. We argued, and I admit I got a little upset, that's when he left and Shep came in. All he saw was Devon leaving and then me sitting on the floor, then he saw the little streak of blood from when I hit my head and I think he just assumed." Christina's explanation was very rushed and she kept her eyes focused on his chest. Burke merely stood there staring at her, trying to decide what to believe.
"He didn't hurt you?" He asked slowly lifting her chin up so that she could meet his gaze.
"Not physically, no." She responds. He continued to look at her skeptically.
"Come here." He says extending his arms. Christina stepped into his embrace quickly thanking god the explanation was over. "I'm sorry I got so angry. It's just the thought of someone hurting you makes me crazy."
"Burke?" she mumbles into his chest.
"Yeah?"
"I love you." She simply states. Burke smiles then responds.
"You're being very liberal with your 'I love you's' today."
"Don't get used to it" She says causing him to laugh. They stood there silent for a few moments till Burke broke the silence.
"Christina? Think we should have that talk now?" his voice had once again turned serious causing Christina to groan and move from his embrace.
"Can we just eat and enjoy ourselves for a bit? It's been a long horrible day, and I don't exactly want to replay it in my mind right now." She was pleading with him once again, and once again he gave in.
"OK. I'll be patient, but not for much longer Christina." She rewarded him with a small smile. "Go get washed up for dinner." He ordered.
Dinner proved to be romantic and stress free and the couple now found themselves on the couch watching Braveheart, Christina's choice. Burke sat on one end of the couch and Christina lay sprawled out with her head on his lap. Christina was pleasantly surprised with how the evening was turning out. Dinner was amazing, and now she got to watch one of her all-time favorite movies. And surprisingly enough, in the past few hours, Burke hadn't uttered his famous line 'Christina we have to talk'. She was actually impressed with his patience, but also knew that it wouldn't last forever. For now though, she was going to take advantage of it.
Mel Gibson and the war going on on the screen in front of him was the last thing on Burkes' mind. He was fighting his own war, but his was against the woman with her head in his lap. He'd done nothing but watch her all night, and was happy to see her acting a little more like the Christina he was used to.
"I love that part!" he heard her exclaim laughing as Mel gets his head sliced off by the guillotine. "Think Shepard could repair that one!" He simply smiled and shook his head. She seemed happy, well as happy as Christina gets, and relaxed and he didn't want to ruin that. But at the same time he wanted answers. He took his eyes off the screen to look down at her once again and was surprised to see her looking up at him.
"Burke?" he heard her say impatiently.
"Yeah? What's wrong?" he asks.
"I've been calling your name for like five minutes and you haven't responded." She explains exasperated but slightly amused as she begins to sit up. He smiles again.
"Sorry, I was in my own little world." He responds as she moves to straddle him on the couch.
"Oh yeah? Where is this world and can I come visit?" She say's laughing as she bends down to kiss his neck.
"Mmmm……Absolutely." He moans as she works her way up to the weak spot behind his ear. He could no longer hold onto a single thought. He opened his eyes when she pulled away, and with his hand on the back of her neck he guided her lips to meet his. As they kissed he stood up while still holding her close to him, and walked them into the bedroom.
For now, everything from Mel Gibson to Devon Savage were forgotten.
OK, sorry these two chapters are so short, I'll make up for it! But I'm having a little trouble with the next chapter so might a take a little longer for an update. Hope you guys are still enjoying the story:)
