Title: Toast
Rating: PG
Discliamer: I don't own anything etc.
Summary: Very short fic/long-ish drabble. Cristina doesn't do relationships. Cristina/Burke
December 6, 2005
She doesn't do breakfast. Hell, she doesn't even do relationships, but here she is, somehow, sitting down and eating a piece of dry toast with her boyfr—no, it's too weird—with Burke. Wait, dry toast? Who the hell eats dry toast? Doesn't the man believe in butter? Oh, right, he's a heart surgeon, clogged arteries and all that jazz. She examines her half of the toast. It's a perfectly dissected triangle. Once a surgeon…
She knows he's looking at her from the corner of his eye, examining her as if she were a patient that he could somehow fix. He has yet to figure out that she is unfixable. She's just who she is and she can't apologize for not being Molly Maid around the apartment or Julia Child in the kitchen. At least she makes up for it in other ways – no one would accuse her of being anything less than a hellcat in the sack. Maybe Burke will figure out one day that she's not going to change for him. That she isn't one of those girly-girls like Izzie or Meredith that need to be coddled. No, she doesn't need him. Except that she did, once. One moment of weakness and now he looks at her like she's this precious thing that he wants to hold.
When she looks up, he goes back to pretending he's doing his crossword puzzle. And there's a faint hint of something in his eyes that she'd rather not see. There's something he wants to say to her. She can tell by the creased lines in his forehead and the set of his jaw.
"What?"
"What?"
"Do you want to say something?"
"Me? No."
She tries to stop overanalyzing and unconsciously takes another slice of toast off his plate. He smiles. Cristina looks from the toast to Burke and then back again. Oh, God, they're turning into one of those couples. Oh, God, they really are a couple. Fine, so they're a couple. That doesn't change anything. That doesn't mean she's going to start relying on him. And they are definitely not going to use cutesy pet names for each other, like sweetums or honey or baby, because that is just too weird.
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