A/N: Hey guys! I know, this isn't the sweet loving chapter. I'm working on that. I've gotten quite a few comments that said they thought Burke was too much of an asshole and after re-reading what I wrote, I too agreed that he might have over stepped a little. Chapter 3 wasn't my best work as I wrote it when I was wayyyy to tired to be writing, so I decided to re-write it. It's slightly similar but most of the dialogue has changed. You can read this or skip it, depending on which Burke you want to view. This Burke is slightly less douchy. Anyway, please let me know what you think and which Burke you prefer!

Chapter 3: Meeting the devil (Rewrite)

Cristina Yang-Hunt felt like she was frozen on the spot. She couldn't move, talk or even run away even if all her instincts were telling her to do so. The painful memories of her past replayed themselves in her mind as she stared at the person in front of her. The person who had took little pieces of her away from her a bit by bit. The person who then left her at the altar without a proper explanation. The person who she thought she was in love with but now hated.

Preston Burke was unsure of how to approach the woman in front of him. When he boarded his designated plane that brought him here, he knew that returning to seattle grace was more than just for a case. He wanted her back. He regretted leaving her at the altar, even if it seemed like the right idea then. He thought that he could win her back, apologize and maybe then everything would be the same and they could get married. That this time they would make it past the altar, but as he stared at the woman in front of him, he could no longer see the Cristina Yang he had known or rather he had made her into. He concluded that it was because he had been away and that in time she would become 'herself' again.

"Cristina."

He said, taking a step forward with outstretched arms.

"No."

She said forcefully, shaking her head, her hands held out in front of her in the universal sign for stop. Burke was taken a back, he thought that maybe she had missed him and had expected that she would run to him for a home-coming hug.

"Cristina."

He tried again, hoping to get through to her.

"What the fuck do you want, Burke?"

She spitted in distaste, her body language showing that she wanted nothing more than to walk away from the man that stood in front her. Burke could clearly see the annoyance painted across her face, eyes squinted into tight slits, hands clenched tight, a slight frown on her lips.

"Cristina, please, let me explain."

"You fucking bastard, I don't want a explanation from you. Just leave, dammit, I don't want to see you."

"You can't just demand I walk away! Give me a chance, Yang!"

He said a little more forcefully than he intended which caused Cristina to take a small step back, startled by his reaction. Her facial expression changed for a slight second before it slipped back smoothly into that annoyed look.

"Fuck you, you left me at the alter, a clean break. You had your chance and you blew it. What more do you want from me?"

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Sorry?"

She scoffed.

"Sorry my ass, Burke. That doesn't change anything. You left, you freaking left, then you come back here like it's no big deal and wanting to explain why you left? Well guess what? I don't need you anymore, I never did. I've got everything I ever needed right here, right now."

Hearing those words come from Cristina had completely destroyed every single thing Burke thought he knew about their relationship. Every single detailed was blown apart by the grenade that was her words. A million questions flashed across Burke's mind, questions that would probably never be truly answered. I don't need you..don't need you..I never did..never. Everything now...everything ever needed..The worlds echoed in his mind, taunting and teasing him. He wanted to un-hear those words because he never realized that the truth could be so painful. He knew then that someone had replaced him in her heart, but what he didn't realize was that he was never in her heart.

"Please, don't say that! I..I came back for you. I thought that you would still want me, that we could be together again, Yang."

Cristina nearly laughed out loud at his pathetic attempt, instead letting out a mere scoff.

"Really, Burke? Really? Being in a relationship with you, was the worst thing that I could have ever done to myself. I may not have realized then, but I can see it clearer now, how you..you manipulated me, changed me into "Mrs Burke". By the time you were done, I didn't even know who the fuck I was anymore! To think that I still want you, you're so naive. I've put myself back together with the help of a amazing man, so stop calling me Yang bastard, things have changed, I'm no longer just a Yang."

Cristina snickered when she saw Burke completely freeze up. His mouth fell open, his jaw slack as he was lost for words. She could see that he was struggling to come up with some pathetic reason why she should get back together with him.

"Cristina..."

Was all Burke could say, his eyes still trained on the floor, trying to think of something smart he could counter back at her. He looked up again, and took a step forward, arms out trying to reach her. Cristina immediately slapped his hands away in disgust, taking a large leap back and trying to regain the distance between them. He frowned at the floor for a moment, then, without warning, he reached forward and grabbed her arms with both hands. She could feel his fingers digging into her skin with alarming force as she struggle and tried to escape his grasp.

"Cristina, please, you've got to listen to me, give me a change, hear me out."

"Let me go, dammit!"

"Listen to me! We can fix this, I can fix this!"

He began to shake her back and forth, as if it would draw some answers out of her or shake some sense into her. He was yelling at her but she couldn't make out what he was saying as a thick fog clouded her mind. Trying to escape desperately, she began pounding him in the chest with her fist, trying to push him back but to no extent.

"Cristina!"

Cutting straight through the haze that had formed around her head, she could hear his voice, Owen's voice and she knew that she was saved. Burke's weight was suddenly thrown off her and she felt Owen push her behind his back. He took a defensive stance in front of her, making sure to body block Burke from his wife. She leaned forward a little, sneaking a glance from behind Owen. Burke was thrown a good 2 meters away from where they stood and had landed with a sounding thud on his back.

Stunned, Burke stood up unsteadily as he brushed himself off. He could already feel the bruise forming on his back. He looked up, curious as to who had thrown him onto the floor and was thoroughly surprised to see Dr Hunt standing in front of him. What shocked him even more was Hunt's deadly glare and threatening body stance. If looks could kill, Burke would without a doubt be dead by now. Hunt's eyes were glued onto him, predicting his every move, his nostrils flared slightly, his jaw clenched tight, lips curled into a deadly sneer. He stood protectively in front of Cristina, one hand held her back as the other formed into a fist, ready to attack at anytime. Burke's annoyance for the trauma guy grew even more.

"Dr. Hunt, you have no business here. This is between me and Dr Yang."

Even though Burke had thought it was impossible for him to do so, Owen's face turned even more deadly. He moved to take a swing at him but was stopped by Cristina. Immediately, his facade changed from one of deadly to loving. He turned around to face her, completely forgetting that Burke was even there.

"Honey, don't."

Cristina reached for his hand, intertwining their fingers. Owen looked down at her with those ridiculously effective puppy eyes of his.

"But he was hurting you."

He protested, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

"It's not worth it. He's not worth it. I don't want you to get hurt or lose your job."

Owen sighed but nodded in agreement. Burke was mad. He could see immediately that Cristina's and Dr. Hunts relationship was more than just coworkers.

"Yang! What are you doing? Get away from him, now! He's married for Gods sake!"

Cristina diverted her attention from her husband to Burke.

"Bastard, I told you to stop calling me Yang. It's Yang-Hunt now, are we clear?"

There, she did it. She had announced it loud and clear. She was no longer a Yang, but a Hunt. She needed him to know that it was no longer him she needed, it was Owen. She wanted him to know that she was happily married and didn't need him barging in here and ruining things. Burke stood there shell shock. His expression was of one between stoned and murderous. He should've felt like he was stabbed in the heart, should have felt like his world was ending, but instead he only felt anger. That itself was good enough to prove that he had never truly loved her.

"HIM?! You married HIM?!"

"Yes, you son of a bitch. Him. I married the love of my life."

"Love of your life. His wife. You're his wife."

He felt dizzy, the floor was now spinning but it wasn't because of despair, it was because of the overwhelming anger he felt. He was angry because he never liked the trauma guy. Angry because he thought when she said another man, she meant her boyfriend, not husband. Angry because he didn't get the girl. Angry because he thought that he was her love of her life.

"Cristina is my wife. She's mine. Don't you ever dare hurt her again. You keep your filthy hands off her, fucker or I promise you will never see the light of day again."

Owen threatened him. He had returned into his defensive stance, he vowed to protect her, so he will. A guttural roar escaped Burke as he lunged forward, fist out, trying to strike Owen. Owen's reaction was quicker, remember Cristina's request that he not hurt himself or lose his job, he took a huge step back, pushing Cristina with him. Burke fell short and nearly landed on the floor at his blind attempt to attack Hunt. Owen could feel and hear slight giggling behind him and twisted his head slightly to look at Cristina who was laughing silently. Owen looked at her, eyebrows raised in humor and surprise that she could laugh at a time like this. He nudged her slightly, wanting in on the joke. She looked up at him and smiled.

"Stupid man, he just tried to attack my Major."

"Damn right he is."

Owen cracked a smile at her, feeling loved at the way she had called him 'her' major. He focused his attention back at the man who was slowly regaining his balance, readying himself for anything Burke could throw at him. However, before Burke could charge at him again, two hands grabbed him from behind and restricted him from doing any more irrational things. It was Dr Webber. He had seen from the start how Hunt had protected Yang from Burke. He knew that when he had mentioned his wife, he didn't mention Cristina's name because he was trying to protect her and he was smart enough not the mess up his intentions. Even though he technically should have been punished for not informing Hunt about the transfer, he had been kind enough to let him off the hook. Webber felt that he owed Hunt one.

"Calm down, Preston. Walk away."

"Dammit, let me go!"

Richard started to pull Burke back into the hospital as he struggled to pull away from him, wanting to connect his fist with Owen's face at least once. Richard Webber may be a old guy, but he sure as hell doesn't have the strength of one. He managed to pull Burke back into the hospital without trouble.

"Go home, Hunts!"

Webber told them just as the door closed. Owen looked at the entrance then back at Cristina, a small smile lingering on his lips. She looked back up at him, wrapping her arms around him.

"My hero."

She claimed before lifting herself up on her tiptoes and capturing his lips with hers for a thanking kiss. He pulled her even tighter to him, his hands finding their own way to her hair as he tugged at her long black curls. His beard scratched against her face as he dominated her top lip then her bottom lip, licking and sucking with earnest. He opened his mouth and snaked his tongue towards hers as they battled for dominance. He was the one to pull away first, wiping her mouth clean with his thumb as he smiled that specialsmile reserved for her and her only.

"Let's go home."

He wrapped an arm around her and started walking in the direction of their blue pick-up truck.

Thanks for reading this! I promise you sweet loving in the next chapter, so stay tuned, I'll get it done soon (It's hard to write lemons :P)