Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy.

Author's Note: This takes place a few hours after the last chapter ended.

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Ooh, by the way, by the way
I've found someone who gives me space
Keeps me safe
Makes me sane
Found someone to take your place

Play with Fire by Hilary Duff

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Cristina's gaze shifted across the room as she awaited her glass of wine. This day had gone from bad to worse when the person that she had been least expecting showed up at the reception, Preston Burke, and he was looking as handsome as ever. As Cristina was handed her glass of red wine, Addison Montgomery leaned up against the bar beside her. Meredith was pretty upset that her husband's ex-wife had showed up, because who wouldn't be? She did want to throw her out, though. That would be a bit too cruel. She just chose to ignore her a bit, and enjoy her wedding day. Besides, she didn't want to have to deal with Alex if she got in to an arguement with Addison.

"Hey, Cristina," Addison said after asking the bartender for some white wine. Addison was much taller then Cristina was, about four inches. When she had heals on though, she was taller than most people. "I didn't know that Burke was coming, who do you think invited him?" she asked, looking over to Burke who was talking with Derek.

"I don't know... I don't care, either. I'm going to get drunk, and tomorrow I'll forget all about this," Cristina muttered, bringing the glass of wine up to her lips and drinking quite a bit of it.

"Pink? Nice colour on you, Yang," came from Alex Karev's mouth as he approached the two women. "You might've wanted to wear a strapless bra, though," he teased, moving one of his arms around Addison.

Cristina rolled her eyes, turning around and walking from the bar. The last thing she wanted to watch was Alex rubbing Addison's butt while they drank. The two of them weren't exactly in relationship, but a few people had walked in on them in the on-call room. It was gross, really, and there were a lot of people that weren't happy about it, like Izzie and Mark for example. Of course, Mark had a few other women that he could have fun with instead.

"He just had to pick... her, the adulterous slut," Izzie complained to no one in particular, sitting down at the nearest table. At the table was Mark Sloan, the plastic surgeon who stayed in Seattle despite his dislike for the horrid weather. The girls were quite nice here, though, and he had slept with practically everyone back in New York City so there was no use in going back there. Everyone had expected him to end up with Addison, but any chances of that happening went down the drain when Mark was caught with Olivia. It wasn't that wrong of him to sleep with her, in his opinion. Everyone else had, so why shouldn't he be allowed to? The only reason that Addison wouldn't get together with him after that was because for the short time that she was avoiding him, Alex swept her off her feet, and by this point people should know that Alex does not enjoy sharing his women.

"Addison isn't completely a slut," Mark commented, taking a sip out of his beer. "She's definitely a bitch, though."

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Callie O'Malley didn't enjoy being late, especially when she knew that it wasn't her fault. Standing at the door of her hotel room, she watched as her husband George O'Malley run around the room attempting to get ready for the reception.

"Why are we even going?" Callie asked, shifting her weight on to her other foot. She hadn't been at the hospital for a few weeks, because she had just given birth to her first child. She told George that it was his, though she really wasn't sure. The little baby boy looked a bit like Mark Sloan, but Callie didn't tell anyone her fears other than Mark himself. The two of them agreed to just say it was George's and not bother to put it through DNA testing, but lately Mark had been changing his mind even though Callie was trying to convince him that it was better this way.

"Meredith is my friend, that's why," George said, picking up baby Ryan who was already dress and ready. They were bringing the baby to the wedding because no one had seen him yet (or at least that's what George though), and also because they couldn't find a babysitter. Meredith had already said she didn't care if the baby was there, though, so it wasn't like it was such a terrible thing.

"But she doesn't like me, George. None of your friends like me. Can't I stay home?" Callie asked, taking the baby from George.

George shook his head, "You have to come with me. Everyone misses you from the hospital, anyways. We'll have a good time, I promise."

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When Callie and George arrived at the reception, George left to talk to his friends. Callie sat down at an empty table, rocking Ryan back and forth in her arms. She didn't want to come in the first place, so she wasn't making the effort to get up and start talking to people.

"How's my favourite baby?" a masculin voice came from behind Callie, and when she saw that it was Mark, she let out a slight sigh. "Damn, he's starting to look like me even more."

Callie glared at him, and used one of her hands to swing at his leg. Mark let out a laugh, backing away so he couldn't be hit, and then he sat down in the chair beside her. His conversation with Izzie didn't go very well, he ended up hitting on her and then she ended up almost slapping him. When he saw that Callie had came in, he knew that he'd have to go talk to her. He wanted to see the child as often as he could, because each day he was becoming more convinced that it was his when he went to visit Callie. It sounded pretty terrible that every day he brought her flowers, food and a toy for the baby when George wasn't there, but he was trying to be more involved and prove that he would be a good father if he got the opportunity.

"You can't tell George, okay? He hasn't even noticed," Callie said, handing the baby over to Mark.

"Are you sure he's fit to be a surgeon? He must not be very smart if he hasn't noticed yet."

"Stop insulting him, he's my husband."

"And I'm the father of your baby. I'm smart, I'm sexy, I'm obviously good at fathering because Ryan never cries when I hold him. Why don't you divorce that little idiot?"

"I love him, that's why."