"Bored! I'm soooooooo bored!"

"No surgery today? I thought Burke was performing a CABG today and you'd have been there watching." Meredith heard Cristina sneer at the other end of the line.

"He was! But guess what? Burke and Bailey have decided they wanted my life to be a hell. Who do they think they are? Like Satan and Lilith?"

Meredith couldn't help laughing, picturing Cristina pacing up and down in her empty apartment. Cristina always became snappy when she was deprived of surgery. The blond intern tried to remain serious in order not to upset her best friend more than she already was.

"What happened exactly? Did they try to stab you with their pitchforks?"

"Worse." Cristina sighed. "If they had tried doing that, I could have jumped aside so they would have stabbed each other... Then they would need surgery... But they are evil, remember? They just ordered to close the gallery when they saw me… And then Bailey threatened to report me to the Chief so that he doubles my vacation."

Meredith giggled.

"Mer! It's not funny! What am I supposed to do when everybody else is busy cutting? It's been 12 hours and I already miss the blood…"

"There are plenty of things you could do!"

"Yeah, sure! And what kind of things? Tell me, bright and domestic Meredith, because I can't figure out any of them now!"

"Well, let me think… You could… have sex?"

"You're dirty Mer. You can't even think of something else?"

"I'm not dirty!"

"Oh yes you are!" Cristina sighed and pouted. "Besides, Burke won't be home until 8."

"That's what's bothering you, isn't it? That Burke isn't there with you." Meredith accused, knowing that saying such things would be upsetting to Cristina, but she couldn't help teasing her friend about something she would never admit. Cristina had always disliked to be far from an OR but when Burke stayed with her at home, she never complained that much. He just managed to keep her busy.

"Ok, I'm done here Meredith. I'll just hang up the phone if you keep telling me crap like that. I'm a freaking surgeon! Not a desperate housewife waiting for her man!"

"Did you try reading? Or doing the laundry?"

"Yes and yes."

"Yes to both? Whooo, this time off really has turned you upside down."

"I told you. Anyway, there's nothing to clean here. I live with Burke, remember? So, any suggestions before he finds me doing something really crazy like baking cakes and trying to eat them? Or are you as useless and dangerous as a best friend as Izzie is in a hospital?"

"I don't know what to tell you, Cristina. I wish I do but I really don't. You know what?"

" I'm not sure I want to know, but you're going to tell me anyway." Cristina wasn't faking. Idleness made her crazy and bitter. She hated to be useless and she needed her daily rush of adrenaline to feel alive.

"You and I aren't normal people. So we can't do normal people things. We just don't enjoy them. We need intensity."

"And?"

"We're doers. We can't just sit there and wait. It's our punishment for being so smart and so hot, I guess." Meredith could picture Cristina slightly smiling as she spoke into the phone.

"Surgeons are made to cut. Actors are made to play. They don't just watch the movie, they do it."

"Why can't the Chief understand that?"

"Because the rule doesn't apply to him, he's the Chief! I'm sorry Cristina. You are ever so loving and sweet today but I must leave you for a much more pleasant affair."

"Hanging out with Callie?"

"I have an appointment with my mom's doctor."

"Not that bad. At least, you'll have to deal with medicine today."

"Bye Cristina. I'll call you later."

"Ok, bye." Cristina threw the phone on the coach in a gesture of frustration then decided to rejoin it.

'She is supposed to be the supportive friend and she leaves me alone for her mum! Who cares about mothers?'

She closed her eyes, trying to figure out how she could spend the next 8 hours. Maybe she could sleep and wait for Burke to come home. But she wasn't tired and she couldn't sleep without him. Damn it! She had become so dependant on him for anything.

Meredith was right.

She wouldn't have got bored if he had been there instead of this damn hospital. He knew how to fill her time. They could read, cuddled up to each other. Being together was enough for her, at least for a few hours, even though she always wanted to be at the hospital.

Because she was a doer, a surgeon, who needed to be cutting, an actor who needed to be on stage.

What was wrong with that? She loved opened chests, blood and exposed viscera.

If she had really been an actor, she would have chosen to be Dennis Hopper in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2. Not that she enjoyed killing people but horror films had always been her favorite movies.

Cristina Yang was hardcore.

She always got excited as a teenage when she watched characters covered with blood, legs and arms flying in the air. Her friends thought she was a kind of perverse but she was too bright not to know it was only cinema.

Blood was tomato juice, organs were made from clay, and every one who got murdered never really died.

Screaming girls, people with awful secrets and skeletons in their closet, literally, killers leaving disturbing phone calls or walking zombies just washed her mind of everything.

Resolved to get rid of the boredom that had grown over her, she grabbed her key and exited their apartment.

If Burke was lucky enough today to cut someone open today, there was no reason she couldn't also enjoy herself. She'd think later of a way to make him pay for having so much control on her life.

Fake blood was better than no blood at all.