fic advent, december 23 for ce5899a
Title: Blindsided
Rating: PG
Pairing: Burke + Cristina, mentions of Burke/Cristina, Owen/Cristina
Summary: He can't help but notices how she says it like it's a bad thing. If it frees her from the mess that she was in, then so be it.
Cristina sits amidst the dressers drawers cast on the floor in a fit of rage. The mirror once attached to the dresser lies it shattered pieces amongst her clothing. The ebony curls falling over her face make her red rimmed eyes stand out even more as she looks up at him.
“This is your fault,” venom drips from every word.
He can’t help but notice how she says it like it’s a bad thing. If it means that she’s free from the mess she was in, then so be it. Burke watches her for a moment, his stomach churning. If he had known this was how she would end up, if this is what her life would come to- he never would have walked away from her.
He shouldn’t have walked away from her.
“I’m not going to apologize for it,” he states simply, crosses the room and kneels next to her.
“I don’t want your apologies,” she mutters, looks in the opposite direction, “I just want you gone.”
A slight smirk turns up the corner of his mouth, “I don’t think you mean that.”
“You don’t think at all.”
Burke nods slightly at this, looking at her with an intent gaze, “I’ve had my moments.”
Cristina hates him, hates the way that he’s looking at her and the sound of his voice. It isn’t that she doesn’t want him here, it’s that he wasn’t supposed to be here. He chose not to be here before and he came back at the most inconvenient of times. Not that anytime in a marriage would have qualified as being convenient, but she was trying with Owen. She was making an honest effort.
She fucking let him in, at least a little bit. More than she ever let Burke in. At least, in a way. She told Owen she didn’t want kids, gave him a clear cut answer why. Even though her explanation of simply wanting to be a surgeon wasn’t good enough; apparently she was supposed to have some deep, dark reason for not wanting to be a mother.
“Why are you still here?” She asks, irritated that he’s so close to her, “What the hell do you want?”
“Come back to Boston with me,” he offers, “take the fellowship. You’re going to waste here, Cristina. I know it and you know it. You’re above Seattle.”
“I don’t want to go anywhere with you,” she says coldly, “you. Left.”
“I left because I knew what you wanted!”
She whirls around to face him, “You knew what I wanted? Were you inside my head? Could you hear what I was thinking? I scrubbed my vows off of my goddamn hand. I was stuffed in a dress for you. Maybe I didn’t want some grand fairytale wedding, but I did want you. I wanted you. And you left. So what the hell are you doing here now, four years later, when you walked out of my life and never bothered to turn back.”
“Do you think that you’re the only one who tried to move on?” He asks, raising a hand to show her the indentions from a wedding band long gone, “We both know where we’re supposed to be.”
Cristina eyes him warily, looks away.
Maybe she’s known that her marriage was a wreck but it doesn’t mean that she’s ready to go running back to Burke. Or let him come running back to her.
Not yet.
She’s so far gone, her career turned upside down and her life going the complete opposite direction that she wanted it to- love is the last thing on her list to address right now.
“I don’t want your fellowship,” she mutters, reaching out to grab a handful of clothes to try and clean up the mess that Owen left behind.
“Then we’ll find you another one,” Burke relents softly.
She pauses then, looks up at him in surprise but he’s already focused on helping her pick up the pieces left behind by a life she shouldn’t have been living in the first place.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Burke + Cristina, mentions of Burke/Cristina, Owen/Cristina
Summary: He can't help but notices how she says it like it's a bad thing. If it frees her from the mess that she was in, then so be it.
Cristina sits amidst the dressers drawers cast on the floor in a fit of rage. The mirror once attached to the dresser lies it shattered pieces amongst her clothing. The ebony curls falling over her face make her red rimmed eyes stand out even more as she looks up at him.
“This is your fault,” venom drips from every word.
He can’t help but notice how she says it like it’s a bad thing. If it means that she’s free from the mess she was in, then so be it. Burke watches her for a moment, his stomach churning. If he had known this was how she would end up, if this is what her life would come to- he never would have walked away from her.
He shouldn’t have walked away from her.
“I’m not going to apologize for it,” he states simply, crosses the room and kneels next to her.
“I don’t want your apologies,” she mutters, looks in the opposite direction, “I just want you gone.”
A slight smirk turns up the corner of his mouth, “I don’t think you mean that.”
“You don’t think at all.”
Burke nods slightly at this, looking at her with an intent gaze, “I’ve had my moments.”
Cristina hates him, hates the way that he’s looking at her and the sound of his voice. It isn’t that she doesn’t want him here, it’s that he wasn’t supposed to be here. He chose not to be here before and he came back at the most inconvenient of times. Not that anytime in a marriage would have qualified as being convenient, but she was trying with Owen. She was making an honest effort.
She fucking let him in, at least a little bit. More than she ever let Burke in. At least, in a way. She told Owen she didn’t want kids, gave him a clear cut answer why. Even though her explanation of simply wanting to be a surgeon wasn’t good enough; apparently she was supposed to have some deep, dark reason for not wanting to be a mother.
“Why are you still here?” She asks, irritated that he’s so close to her, “What the hell do you want?”
“Come back to Boston with me,” he offers, “take the fellowship. You’re going to waste here, Cristina. I know it and you know it. You’re above Seattle.”
“I don’t want to go anywhere with you,” she says coldly, “you. Left.”
“I left because I knew what you wanted!”
She whirls around to face him, “You knew what I wanted? Were you inside my head? Could you hear what I was thinking? I scrubbed my vows off of my goddamn hand. I was stuffed in a dress for you. Maybe I didn’t want some grand fairytale wedding, but I did want you. I wanted you. And you left. So what the hell are you doing here now, four years later, when you walked out of my life and never bothered to turn back.”
“Do you think that you’re the only one who tried to move on?” He asks, raising a hand to show her the indentions from a wedding band long gone, “We both know where we’re supposed to be.”
Cristina eyes him warily, looks away.
Maybe she’s known that her marriage was a wreck but it doesn’t mean that she’s ready to go running back to Burke. Or let him come running back to her.
Not yet.
She’s so far gone, her career turned upside down and her life going the complete opposite direction that she wanted it to- love is the last thing on her list to address right now.
“I don’t want your fellowship,” she mutters, reaching out to grab a handful of clothes to try and clean up the mess that Owen left behind.
“Then we’ll find you another one,” Burke relents softly.
She pauses then, looks up at him in surprise but he’s already focused on helping her pick up the pieces left behind by a life she shouldn’t have been living in the first place.