Everything had worked itself out in the Chief's office after Savage had left. Burke and Shepard had explained the circumstances to the chief and he immediately excused their impulsive behavior. He also told Burke to inform Christina that she had the rest of the week off, although he knew she wouldn't take it.
Burke drove home, with his mind reeling from everything that had occurred in the past two days. Everything was so unexpected. He could admit that he had never known much about Christina's past, not for lack of trying. She had always been so private so guarded, now he finally understood why. He hadn't lied in Webber's office though, it didn't matter, none of it mattered. The only thing that was important to him was Christina, his Christina, the person she was now, not the one she was before.
He entered the apartment quietly, not wanting to wake Christina if she were still sleeping. He froze when he turned the corner to see her sitting at dinner table, cup of coffee in hand.
"You were gone when I woke up." She said in a sad voice. He sighed and began to walk over to the table.
"Christina, I went…"
"You went to the chief." She finished for him as she looked down into her cup.
"Yes." He responded sitting down next to her, trying to gage her reaction.
"I told you I was going to do it this morning." She said in an even tone, still not looking up at him. Burke grabbed hold of her hand.
"Christina, I'm sorry." He said shaking his head. "I just couldn't sit here and…"
"It's ok." She said interrupting him once again and finally looking up into his eyes.
"It is?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yeah. I'm actually kind of relieved, I didn't really want to explain everything to the chief." She said as her eyes began to water. Burke brought her hand up to his lips and slowly kissed her knuckles.
"It's over Christina. He's gone." He said scooting his chair next to hers so that he could put his arms around her. She allowed herself to sag into his arms.
"What happened?" she asked, not really knowing if she wanted the answer.
"He was there. When I went to talk to the chief." Burke explained.
"What did you do?" she asked in a worried tone.
"I released some pent up anger." Christina pulled away slightly from his grasp in order to look up at him. He looked down to meet her stare. "I didn't kill him Christina." He said in an exasperated tone. "God knows I wanted to, but I didn't." She let out a breath she hadn't know she was holding and rested her head back on his shoulder. "He's leaving Christina, you'll never see him at Seattle Grace again." He finished tightening his hold on her.
"So the chief knows?"
"Yes, he knows everything. He wants you to take a week off work."
"That won't be necessary." She mumbled into his chest.
"Christina…" he began to argue, only to once again be interrupted.
"Did he say anything to you? Devon I mean." She asked.
"Yes, he did." He responded, knowing exactly what she was referring to.
"Oh." Was all she said, burrowing her head into the crease of his neck.
"Christina look at me." He ordered, pulling away slightly. It took her a few moments to comply but the two were soon face to face.
"It doesn't matter Christina. None of it matters." She looked down as he spoke. "Hey." She looked up to him again. "I don't care about who you were, I care about who you are. And who you are…" he paused. "…well it takes my breath away." He leaned down to kiss her forehead. "I love you, and that's never going to change. Do you get that? Cause sometimes I don't think you do."
Christina slowly nodded, not breaking eye contact. "I get it now." She said as she slowly leaned her forehead against his. She let out another long sigh. "So it's over now?" she asked.
He let out a small smile. "It's over." He confirmed before kissing her.
OK, just like Burke and Christina just said, "it's over"… but not for good. I'm planning a sequel to this story just not yet. I have some ideas for some other stories and I want to try and get those down before I start back on this one. Hope you enjoyed this one and thanks to everyone who left reviews:)
