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Cristina’s legs were wrapped up to her chest as she leaned back against the wall. She couldn’t believe she was doing this in an on-call room, but drunk Cristina Yang was very different than the normally composed one. She wiped angrily at the tears that came down her cheeks. Get yourself together. 

But the only thing on her mind was Owen. Were they really over? Had he already moved on? Cristina prayed not. She could never move on from him. He was her everything, especially after everything they had been through. People made mistakes, but unfortunately, Owen couldn’t forgive hers. Did Cristina forgive him for basically strangling her when he was going through his ptsd? Of course she did. She loved him enough. He clearly didn’t love her. He resented her. How could she change that?

The door creaked open and before the person ever spoke, she knew who it was. No body else would dare come in here while she was like this except for Meredith. It was how they worked. When one was hurting, the other would be there. Though neither of them really did feelings. Mainly Cristina, but they were always there for each other. They were each other’s person and they shared a special bond that no body else could really understand. The bed sunk in a tiny bit as Meredith sat down beside her. Cristina didn’t speak though, just remained silent, keeping her head down to avoid Meredith’s eyes.

You know that you’ll be okay, right? You’re my person.

“He’s seeing somebody already,” Cristina said out loud, raising her head up to stare straight ahead at another one of the beds. Her curly hair was a mess and her mascara was covering her cheeks. It was very rare for her to look like this, especially in public. “We’re ove,-” She paused, taking a deep breath. She wouldn’t cry. “And then he pages me here! While I’m drunk! Oh yeah, I’m drunk.” Cristina slurred out. 

Just as Cristina went to say something else, the door once again opened. Only this time it was somebody she did not want to see. Owen Hunt: her husband, or whatever the hell they were right now, and he looked pissed.

“I paged you over an hour ago! Then, I get told you’re here and that you’re drunk.” He raged on.

Meredith Grey glanced over her shoulder, watching her best friend fall apart in the most subtle ways. It wasn’t easy, but there wasn’t anything else she could do except to just be there for her and perhaps try to make her understand that this wasn’t all her fault. It took two to make a marriage fail, and Meredith knew that by experience. For the briefest moment, Meredith flashed back to when she was a young child. She remembered watching Ellis and Thatcher fight constantly, and she remembered it was never easy being in the middle. In this instance, however, it was completely different. Meredith was in the middle willingly and she wouldn’t leave Cristina’s side until she came to realization with the fact that Meredith loved her unconditionally, baby or not.

Meredith suddenly flashed back to the current reality once she heard the door click. Almost instantly, Meredith whirled around only to see Owen Hunt standing before the two of them, scolding Cristina as if she were a child. She wasn’t quite sure what it was— Perhaps the way he spoke, or the simple fact that he blamed Cristina for not wanting a baby— Either way, it infuriated Meredith. She stood up, averting her gaze once she heard him continue to ramble on. She shoved her hands in the pockets of her lab coat and stared at him icily, hoping he’d get the hint to stop talking. When he didn’t, Meredith simply raised a single finger to shut him up before beginning to speak. “I don’t like you right now,” she blurted out, shaking her head and letting out a nervous chuckle. “You may be my best friend’s husband, and you may be my husband’s friend, but I don’t like you,” she simply said, shrugging her shoulders. “Get the hell out, Owen. She’s drunk. I doubt you really need her on anyone’s service right now. I can almost guarantee you that you’re just here so that you  have some sort of excuse to be an asshole,” Meredith hissed through her teeth, shaking her head and staring him down until he got the hint. Owen eventually turned around with a defeated expression on his face and stumbled out of the on-call room.

Meredith sighed, smiling happily for a small moment before turning back around to face Cristina. Meredith’s blow ups were of rare occurrence, but for once, she felt okay about it, merely because she was defending her best friend— No, her sister. Meredith crawled back on the bed beside Cristina, wrapping an arm over her person’s arm and sighing. “You don’t have to say anything,” Meredith said immediately, shrugging slightly. “I know we don’t really do emotions and feelings and crap, but just know, you don’t have to say anything… And if you do,” she faltered, wondering where she was going with her small speech. “And if you do,” she began once more, “I’ll listen to every single word you have to say.”

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After the long day that Cristina Yang just endured she was in definite need of a couple of drinks. She could not get the mental image of Owen flirting with that woman out of her head. Was she nothing to him anymore? He barely even looked at her. They were supposed to be married. They were supposed to get through this. They were freaking Cristina and Owen. But none of that seemed to matter anymore because of her one mistake. Owen made lots of mistakes, so why couldn’t her one terrible one be forgiven? It was a mystery.

Joe’s was dead for once. It was kind of refreshing for Cristina though. She could suffer in silence. You know, just her and the glass of whiskey that would turn into glasses by the time she was finished here. She had every intention of having a few drinks. Then she would go home, shower off the drunk haze and sleep. Owen probably wouldn’t be home tonight. He would make up some lame excuse about how he had to stay at the hospital because he was the chief. Cristina would just nod along though. That was what she had been doing. It was so much easier than arguing with him. They did enough of that.

Two hours and seven shots of straight whiskey later, Cristina’s pager went off. She slid her hand off the counter and down to the little black object, picking it out of her pocket and looking at it with hazy eyes. It was Owen paging her a 911 to the ER. She didn’t want to go see him. She didn’t want to see anybody right now. “Keep the change.” Cristina growled out under her breath as she threw her purse over her shoulder and staggered out of Joe’s.

Everything was hazy as she entered the hospital. Cristina was in no hurry. Hell, she wasn’t even thinking straight. Everything was blurry and her mind was full of emotions that she was not used to feeling. She never really felt anything but everything with Owen was breaking her inside. And when Cristina Yang broke, she broke. No body could really bring her back. Sometimes it was even hard for Meredith Grey — her person — to bring her back. It took a lot. She staggered up to the floor where the locker room was, but just as she reached it, Cristina shook her head. No. She wasn’t being ordered around by Owen for the rest of the night. She would do what she wanted. So she changed quickly back into her scrubs and headed for an OR, hoping to find Teddy Altman.

“Cristina, Cristina!” April Kepner shouted, her eyes landing on the Korean woman she had been searching for. “Your finally here!” She shouted breathlessly. Cristina turned to face her. April made a face instantly. “You’re drunk.” April announced. “I’m here, ain’t I?” She grumbled under her breath.

“You found ‘er,” Karev shouted.

Cristina scrunched her face up. Why was everybody shouting? She had a headache the size of mount Everest.

“She’s drunk! This is just great.” April moaned.

“Drunk?” Karev and Avery said in-sync.

That’s when Cristina Yang broke. First she scrunched her nose and then her bottom lip twitched. It was like a ticking time bomb getting ready to explode. Yes, she was drunk. She was drunk because her husband was cheating on her and she didn’t know what else to do. She stormed passed April Kepner and into the closest on call room, feeling the tears rise in her eyes. Emotionally drunk Cristina was not a good thing.

“Go get Meredith. We’ll make sure she doesn’t leave.” Karev ordered April before watching the young redhead run off to find wherever the hell Meredith was.

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It didn’t take April long to find her. Meredith had just been roaming around, apparently just out of surgery. “Meredith!” She came to a halt behind her. “You… Cristina, she’s drunk… And surgeons can’t be drunk. Not at work. But she’s here. Wanting to work. Upstairs… On call room. Third floor.” April said without a breath. 

To spite the fact that the past few weeks of her life had been, to say the least, perfect with Derek and Zola both in her life, Meredith Grey found herself immensely concerned for Cristina Yang, her “person”, and Owen Hunt’s rocky relationship. After hearing the couple argue at Zola’s party recently, Meredith found it hard to look at Owen and feel nothing except for anger. It had always been this way. If you messed with one half of the twisted sisters, you got the other one right on your ass. 

Meredith was scrubbed in on a very simple and minor procedure with Dr. Bailey, which wasn’t necessarily such a bad thing, especially since Bailey had a very funny way of answering personal questions that regarded her love life, and Meredith, being the tease she was, enjoyed asking them until Dr. Bailey would answer. So, for the next 3 hours of their procedure, Meredith constantly bombarded her with questions over Ben Warren. Bailey, being the modest and closed off woman she was, would just shake her head as she focused on the surgery before the two, glancing up at Meredith every now and then and rolling her eyes. 

It wasn’t long after Meredith Grey had scrubbed out of surgery that a very red and flustered April Kepner found her. When she saw April jogging towards her like a mad woman, Meredith’s first instinct was to run. April was just… too hyper and crazy all the time. It kind of freaked Meredith out. It was probably a little rude, but when April approached her, she cowered back in slight fear before relaxing her body, realizing that the gesture probably offended April. Once the redhead explained in her own frantic way that Cristina was basically having a meltdown in an on-call room, Meredith didn’t even wait for another second before running down the hallway of the hospital and making her way into an elevator. She met with Derek briefly by chance during the ride and explained what was happening. “Can you make sure no one needs us? I need to take care of her,” she offered briefly, and Derek, of course, glanced back at her and gave a simple nod. “Do what you have to do,” was all he said, and within the few seconds that the elevator doors had opened, Meredith was already running down the halls once more, opening up the first on-call room and finding Cristina perched on the edge of the bed.

“You stink,” Meredith admitted openly, offering her a shrug and grinning before crossing over to sit beside her. “You okay?” She wondered out loud, although Cristina didn’t need to answer. And even if she responded, it would either be some witty drunk line or a lie to cover up what she was feeling. She was Cristina, and Cristina didn’t do feelings, which was okay because Meredith didn’t either, until just recently. She waited for a few seconds before scooting closer to Cristina. “You know that you’ll be okay, right? You’re my person.”

She’s just going on and on in her little gibberish. It’s actually very cute. If only Derek was home from work to see.

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Is that our baby?

After the miraculous news that Meredith and Derek were getting Zola back, Meredith was inexplicably happy. After years and years of consistent disappointment with her life, Meredith Grey-Shepherd finally felt content, safe, and happy. After breaking the news to a few people around the frat house, Meredith finally decided it was time to tell Cristina Yang. However, there was a slight problem. Henry Burton, who was the cardiothoracic attending’s husband, had died in Cristina’s OR. Meredith was hesitant in telling her best friend the news, but either way, she decided it was now or never. So, after Meredith sent Cristina a hasty text, she put Zola to bed and lounged around in her pajama pants, waiting for her friend to come join her.

It was strange. To Meredith, being happy was something strange, and an emotion she was unused to. It almost felt unrealistic to be this happy, but either way, it didn’t matter. She had both of the loves of her life in the same house, and now another one was on her way to join them. Meredith swiftly cleaned up the mess in the living room, which was mostly Alex’s mess, and perched herself on the edge of the couch as she impatiently waited for Cristina’s arrival. After hearing a few faint knocks on the door, Meredith sprang up, and quickly made her way to the door. She let her hands linger over the knob, before she finally decided to open it. She turned the knob very slowly and delicately, and saw Cristina on the other side of the door. The expression that was worn on her face made Meredith’s mood change completely, and just as she was about to break the good news to Cristina, all of that was shattered because her person was still upset over Henry Burton’s death. Meredith stepped out of the way, and moved to the side, giving Cristina room to walk in.

Meredith ran a hand through her blonde hair, before placing a hand on her left hip. “Are you okay?” asked Meredith. Her inquiry was sheepish and she almost felt bad for not having anything else to say. She waited, a little more patiently this time for Cristina to say something, but she didn’t, and this was when Meredith Grey knew for sure she wouldn’t be able to tell Cristina right away. “Cristina,” Meredith began, very slowly and calmly, with one hand wandering over to Cristina’s side. “It’s okay.” Was all Meredith finished her sentence with as she held onto Cristina and walked up the stairs with her friend by her side. If there was one thing Meredith had learned over the years by being best friends with Cristina Yang, was that there were many, many times when they both needed each other like the way Cristina needed Meredith, and the only thing you could do, was simply be there for them, and hope that their company together would somehow help smooth over whatever it was that was wrong. In this case, Meredith knew very clearly what was wrong. She was probably upset about being lied to by her husband, or maybe it was the fact that she’d killed a man when her attending had been so confident in the younger resident, or maybe it was both. Whichever it was, Meredith knew it was slowly eating Cristina inside, and she would not let Cristina sulk down into that dark place.

Not that night. Not when Meredith had just gotten her precious baby back that morning. No. Cristina Yang could not fall apart. Meredith wouldn’t allow it. Mainly because Cristina, apart from Derek and Zola, was Meredith’s rock, and if Cristina was sinking down to the bottom, Meredith would somehow, someway make her way all the way to the bottom beside Cristina Yang. The same ‘bottom’ place, the same dark and twisty place, that Meredith had worked so fervently on getting as far away from as she could. 

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