Sweating the big stuff

Okay, the total stands at Addison-9, Sandra-1, and Ellen –0.

Alex Karev had accidentally slipped. " I am so sorry, sir. Would you like a paper towel?"

"No, Alex, I'm cool. I just gotta get out of this hospital. I think I might catch something. I can't have that with all those people coming in with their sick pets. Tell Meredith hi for me, will ya?" said Finn, and he walked out of Seattle Grace, wiping pie off of his face, and getting some funny looks from people entering, including a very pregnant woman.

"I guess that we will have to get another pie," said Alex as he and Izzie turned back around and headed towards the cafeteria.

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"KAREV! KAREV! Where the hell is Karev?" yelled Bailey out into the hall.

"He went to get McSteamy a pie." Replied Cristina.

"A pie. Why the hell did he need a pie?"

"McSteamy asked, and we're supposed to accommodate him to the fullest extent, aren't we, ma'am?" said Cristina weakly.

"Fine, since you're sticking up for him, Yang, you go to the maternity ward. I need O'Malley in here with me, and the rest of you fools are in surgery."

"Uh, I don't do maternity."

"Well, now you do. Go, and when Karev gets back, he can take care of your dirkwad of a plastic surgeon."

"I heard that!" yelled Mark from inside his room.

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Derek finally reached his close friend's room. He took a couple deep breaths and entered the room. Of course, Preston's overprotective mom was still in his room, attending to his every need. "Hi, Mrs. Burke, I'm Derek Shepherd, neurosurgeon." Derek extended his hand for her to shake, "Can I talk to Preston for a minute? Alone?"

"Hello, Derek. It's very nice to meet you." She shook his extended hand, "Sure, I can trust the surgeon that repaired my honey's hand, even though it still isn't working. But I'll leave you two boys, oh, excuse me, men, to talking." And she left.

Derek nervously shut the blinds, "Addiwasshotintheheadandineedtoopperateandidontwantherdyiing."

"Huh? Can you go a tad bit slower, my friend?"

"Okay, so Addison was heading back home to New York with Mark, and she was shot in the head, and now I have to operate and I don't know what to do. Should I take a risk and operate, knowing that she could be a vegetable forever?"

"Why are you asking me that? You need to ask yourself: do you want your wife to slowly die, or take a chance and have her live a happy life?"

"Thanks, Burke. I know what to do." And then he left to do one of the hardest surgeries of his life.

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Cristina Yang had never been a people person, much less a screaming, half crazy woman nine months pregnant killing her to get the baby out, "Okay, Mrs. Noir, I want you to squeeze your husband's hand when I count to three. One, two, three, push! Nice job! Now lets try that again. One, two, and three." This went on for about ten minutes, until Cristina announced, "Mr. And Mrs. Noir, you have a lovely pair of baby girls."

"Thank you, Dr. Yang."

For some reason, Cristina wanted to cry. She had never been much of a crier, but for some reason, she started to. It was just so beautiful. Damn it, why am I crying?

"Doctor Yang, are you crying?"

Cristina nodded.

"Well, Doctor Yang, it seems that our daughter's name will be Cristina."

A/N: this seemed like a good place to stop.

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