Love Wins Every Time 20/?
Hi everyone!
Just a short one today, to keep things going :) Thanks to everyone who has posted feedback. I really REALLY love getting it, so if you read, and you like, please leave a comment, it really makes my day. Anyway, hope you enjoy this part...
In this chapter: Derek wants to be sorry. Burke and Cristina ponder the future.
Previous Parts:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Part 12
Part 13
Part 14
Part 15
Part 16
Part 17
Part 18
Part 19
And now, on with the story...
He is in the cafeteria later, expecting Addison and Callie to join him, when suddenly, Shepherd is straddling a chair, elbows leaning on the table, watching him.
"Derek."
"Preston."
He waits, and then Derek speaks. "I was thinking. About what you said to me the last time we were talking?" He fidgets, twirls his fingers into the table. "I want to own up. I want to be be sorry."
"It isn't me you need to be telling this to," he says.
"I don't know where to start. We have history, she and I. She hurt me."
"Yeah."
"I hurt her too. And I think…I think that when all is said and done, and there's not right or wrong in that. There's just that she's sorry, and I'm sorry, and we need to move on."
"It isn't me you need to be telling this to."
"But how do I…"
"Like you did now, Derek. Just like you did now. She'll get you."
He looks suddenly hopeful. "Yeah?"
"Things are turning around," he says, as much to himself as to Derek. "They really are turning around."
"I just want to look at her and not be angry. We had good times. There are memories in that, you know? I want to keep some memories."
"Memories are good."
"Yeah. Well, okay, then." Shepherd gives him a final awkward smile, then leaves him to his thoughts. There is value in memories. But there is value in moving on too. Perhaps Shepherd is not the only one who needs to be having a conversation.
**
He finds Cristina in the gallery, watching Bailey and Torres work a limb reattachment.
"Cristina?"
She grants him an icy stare. "Oh. You."
"Can we talk?"
She hesitates, then grabs his arm and pulls him away.
"What?"
"I…how are you doing?"
She shrugs. "Okay. Good."
"The exam went well?"
"Marks aren't in for a week."
"But?"
"I kicked butt."
He smiles. "Of course you did." Value in memories. Her drive has always fascinated him.
"And you're…doing all right?"
"And you care because…"
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Because…you dumped me?"
"Did I?"
For a moment, her eyes flash venom, then she watches his face and at once, deflates. "Kind of. Maybe. We sort of dumped each other, I guess."
"I want to tell you something."
"Okay."
"I'm going speed-dating with Karev tomorrow."
"Oh."
"I want to find an elegant and refined woman who will fit into my tasteful and well-appointed life."
"Ah. That, um, sounds…"
"Dull and unappealing?"
She snorts, the tension finally broken. "Yeah. You're going to go off and bake pies and go to museums and buy things from Architectural Digest with someone. God, Preston."
"And you are going to go off and achieve the highest score in the state on the intern exam. You'll have your own interns to boss around, and you'll be chief one day."
"And you'll still be an underling because you keep taking time off for your tasteful and well-appointed vacations with your refined and elegant wife. You'll be MY underling. I will rule over you and all your dominion."
He returns her smile. "And you'll remember me fondly from the good old days and let me get away with my unreasonable quantity of personal days."
She thinks for a moment. "Yeah, I will. I'll make fun of you, though."
"I'd expect nothing less."
"And I'll mock you to the interns. Tell them how much greater you could have been if you hadn't gone soft."
"I'll start a nickname about you. The Nazi is already taken. So…the General? The…commandant?"
"They'll fear me."
"They'll be stone-cold terrified."
She sighs again, a little sadly this time. "I was so angry. When you…when we…I was so angry. You know that, right?"
"It wasn't easy for me either. I wanted it to work so badly, and it just…it wasn't fair. We clicked on one level, and another, we didn't. And…" He thinks about Derek and Addison, about things turning around, about people moving on. "And when all is said and done, and there's not right or wrong in that. There's just that you're sorry, and I'm sorry, and we need to move on."
She nods slowly.
"Look at me again, Cristina. Look at me. Are you still angry?"
"I'll have my moments, I'm sure. But right now?"
"Right now."
"I want to be happy too," she says.
"Absolutely."
"And if it's not with you, it'll be with someone. Or, it won't be, I don't know. But I get what I want, Preston Burke."
"Of that, I have no doubt."
"So…yeah. Have a nice life and all that. Good luck on your date thing. Wear something blue. It looks good on you."
She turns her eye back to the surgery, and he leaves her, satisfied with his amends. Things really are turning around.
--
Up next: Burke plays BBF to Addison and Callie while they deal with Derek and George, and the Speed Date of Destiny looms ever closer...
Just a short one today, to keep things going :) Thanks to everyone who has posted feedback. I really REALLY love getting it, so if you read, and you like, please leave a comment, it really makes my day. Anyway, hope you enjoy this part...
In this chapter: Derek wants to be sorry. Burke and Cristina ponder the future.
Previous Parts:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Part 12
Part 13
Part 14
Part 15
Part 16
Part 17
Part 18
Part 19
And now, on with the story...
He is in the cafeteria later, expecting Addison and Callie to join him, when suddenly, Shepherd is straddling a chair, elbows leaning on the table, watching him.
"Derek."
"Preston."
He waits, and then Derek speaks. "I was thinking. About what you said to me the last time we were talking?" He fidgets, twirls his fingers into the table. "I want to own up. I want to be be sorry."
"It isn't me you need to be telling this to," he says.
"I don't know where to start. We have history, she and I. She hurt me."
"Yeah."
"I hurt her too. And I think…I think that when all is said and done, and there's not right or wrong in that. There's just that she's sorry, and I'm sorry, and we need to move on."
"It isn't me you need to be telling this to."
"But how do I…"
"Like you did now, Derek. Just like you did now. She'll get you."
He looks suddenly hopeful. "Yeah?"
"Things are turning around," he says, as much to himself as to Derek. "They really are turning around."
"I just want to look at her and not be angry. We had good times. There are memories in that, you know? I want to keep some memories."
"Memories are good."
"Yeah. Well, okay, then." Shepherd gives him a final awkward smile, then leaves him to his thoughts. There is value in memories. But there is value in moving on too. Perhaps Shepherd is not the only one who needs to be having a conversation.
**
He finds Cristina in the gallery, watching Bailey and Torres work a limb reattachment.
"Cristina?"
She grants him an icy stare. "Oh. You."
"Can we talk?"
She hesitates, then grabs his arm and pulls him away.
"What?"
"I…how are you doing?"
She shrugs. "Okay. Good."
"The exam went well?"
"Marks aren't in for a week."
"But?"
"I kicked butt."
He smiles. "Of course you did." Value in memories. Her drive has always fascinated him.
"And you're…doing all right?"
"And you care because…"
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Because…you dumped me?"
"Did I?"
For a moment, her eyes flash venom, then she watches his face and at once, deflates. "Kind of. Maybe. We sort of dumped each other, I guess."
"I want to tell you something."
"Okay."
"I'm going speed-dating with Karev tomorrow."
"Oh."
"I want to find an elegant and refined woman who will fit into my tasteful and well-appointed life."
"Ah. That, um, sounds…"
"Dull and unappealing?"
She snorts, the tension finally broken. "Yeah. You're going to go off and bake pies and go to museums and buy things from Architectural Digest with someone. God, Preston."
"And you are going to go off and achieve the highest score in the state on the intern exam. You'll have your own interns to boss around, and you'll be chief one day."
"And you'll still be an underling because you keep taking time off for your tasteful and well-appointed vacations with your refined and elegant wife. You'll be MY underling. I will rule over you and all your dominion."
He returns her smile. "And you'll remember me fondly from the good old days and let me get away with my unreasonable quantity of personal days."
She thinks for a moment. "Yeah, I will. I'll make fun of you, though."
"I'd expect nothing less."
"And I'll mock you to the interns. Tell them how much greater you could have been if you hadn't gone soft."
"I'll start a nickname about you. The Nazi is already taken. So…the General? The…commandant?"
"They'll fear me."
"They'll be stone-cold terrified."
She sighs again, a little sadly this time. "I was so angry. When you…when we…I was so angry. You know that, right?"
"It wasn't easy for me either. I wanted it to work so badly, and it just…it wasn't fair. We clicked on one level, and another, we didn't. And…" He thinks about Derek and Addison, about things turning around, about people moving on. "And when all is said and done, and there's not right or wrong in that. There's just that you're sorry, and I'm sorry, and we need to move on."
She nods slowly.
"Look at me again, Cristina. Look at me. Are you still angry?"
"I'll have my moments, I'm sure. But right now?"
"Right now."
"I want to be happy too," she says.
"Absolutely."
"And if it's not with you, it'll be with someone. Or, it won't be, I don't know. But I get what I want, Preston Burke."
"Of that, I have no doubt."
"So…yeah. Have a nice life and all that. Good luck on your date thing. Wear something blue. It looks good on you."
She turns her eye back to the surgery, and he leaves her, satisfied with his amends. Things really are turning around.
--
Up next: Burke plays BBF to Addison and Callie while they deal with Derek and George, and the Speed Date of Destiny looms ever closer...