Cristina sat alone in Joe's bar. Meredith and Derek had just left, their tiff was over, all he needed to do was apologise and bring her a kidney from today's Domino Surgery. Damn. She really wanted a kidney, and she did ask first, oh well. Downing her drink she placed it on the counter, grabbed her coat and stood up. "You leaving already?" asked Joe. "There are no real men left in the world Joe" she replied, putting her coat on. She turned towards the door and headed out into the cold street, alone. As she slowly ascended the dirty concrete staircase, she wondered when she would find someone; not some intern to sleep with but someone, her McDreamy. God, did she just think that. She was adamant that she needed to forget about that, surgery made her happy, hearts made her happy, but never the emotional one. She didn't need a man; she knew that already; although she did want to be happy like Mere. As she approached the curb, she pushed these thoughts to the back of her head and refused to acknowledge that they ever entered her mind.

A few weeks later

Cristina hated those annoying Mercy Westers. Parasites, that's what Mere had called them, parasites that stole their surgeries and sucked up to the attendings. They were taking over the hospital in their ugly orange scrubs. She hated them; this was not their hospital. She especially hated Jackson Avery. That idiot who was sleeping with his friends daughter, she saved him; she saved him with proper medical attention. Although she saved his life, when the father charged at him in a rage and Jackson tackled him to the ground he got a standing ovation and the idiot, that she saved, wanted to thank him, for saving his life.

Raising her gaze from his patient file she scanned the ER, her glare quickly subsided when her eyes fell upon Jackson, causing her expression to quickly soften. A grin was plastered over his face as he sat beside some old lady's bedside as he stitched up the gash on her arm. Even from afar, she could see his technique was flawless. It was becoming harder to hate him. He paused for a moment to adjust his stethoscope and Cristina found herself watching his every move with intense focus. A single voice penetrated her thoughts, she quickly turned her attention away for Jackson, she swivelled to face Lexie who said, "I teased her about the diary." "Who?" Holding up April Kepner's red notebook Lexie stared at the ground in shame. "Did she cry?" Cristina asked. A slight change in Lexie's demeanour answered the question without any verbal acknowledgement. "Nice work, didn't think you had it in you." Cristina said with a chuckle, that was one point to them. "Cristina!" Lexie said in a harsh tone, seemingly now mad at her. Inhaling sharply, Lexie pivoted and headed towards her patients room walking with purpose. With a smile still on Cristina's lips, she turned to glance at Jackson.

She discovered that he had finished stitching up the old lady's gash and had begun to slowly back away from her, to initiate the end of their tedious conversation. Her smile widened as she could see the obvious pain in his expression, this woman had probably talked him half to death no doubt about tales of her grandkids, causing him to retreat as fast as physically possible. Her smile was transitioning into a laugh when she realised he was heading towards and she suddenly felt, no. Cristina Yang did not blush. Crap. She quickly placed her patients file on the desk in front of her, turned and headed towards Mere's room, she had to get him out of her head.

A few hours later

Well that didn't work as well as she expected it to. Having talked to Mere about the Mercy Westers, not about Jackson though, she was now on her way to the Residents lounge to take a shower and change her scrubs, she hated being on call. She may have a messy locker and apartment, but she in herself was a neat person and she hated sleeping in dirty day old scrubs, when she could control it anyway. She had gotten Jackson out of her head, for now anyway, he was the enemy, but at least he wasn't an intern. She found the room empty, grabbing her stuff she headed to the shower. After 5 relaxing minutes of the warm water running over her she was now ready to get some sleep. She dried off quickly, got changed and pulled her wet hair into a bun as she headed towards the Residents lounge. Stuffing her stuff back in her cubbyhole, she heard the door open behind her. Without turning, she grabbed her pager from her cubbyhole she attached it to her scrubs and headed to the washing basket, dropping her towel in one and her dirty scrubs in the other. As she walked back to her cubbyhole, she could feel eyes on back, and somebody rustling around behind her. "Dr Yang, right?" She turned to find Jackson Avery standing in front of her, looking him up and down she turned silently away from her. Slowly exhaling, she grabbed her coat, and walked towards the door, "Yes." She said as she shut the door behind her. With how she was currently feeling, she could not trust herself to be in a room alone with him for much longer. She couldn't see it, but as she left, Jackson was watching her intently, with a strange look in his eyes.

A few days later

"Can I buy you a drink?" a voice behind her asked, "Excuse me?" Cristina said turning around, to find Jackson standing directly behind her. "Well uhm." His confidence was broken as she was glaring into his eyes, he fidgeted slightly and tried to push through, "We uh, work together, today, we." Her glare melted and slowly changed to pity, this gave him the push he needed, "We have been working together for a few days now, I was just." "No." "Oh." Cristina paid for her drinks, picked them up and headed towards the table where Mere was sitting waiting. She sat down and passed Mere her drink, "I can't believe you are drinking water a bar Mere." "Blame Lexie and her stupid don't kill my daddy eyes. Now what was that about.." she gestured towards Jackson who was now standing alone at the bar. Making sure her expression didn't give away anything she turned to face Mere, took a sip of her drink and shrugged her shoulders, "Lonely Mercy Westers, no friends to chat to I guess." Mere chuckled and looked down at her phone for about the millionth time in the last 5 minutes, "Just go." "But." Cristina gave Mere a look, causing her to smile, grab her stuff and stand up, "See you tomorrow?" "Sure."

Watching Mere walk out of the bar Cristina felt a wave of sadness wash over her, Mere was her soul mate but Derek was the love of her life, and he needed her now, he always seemed to; she hated having to share her person. She looked up to find that Jackson was no longer at the bar, but a quick scan of the bar discovered that he was playing a game of darts with Alex and Nose Dive. Sighing she got up and walked over to Alex. Taking the darts out of Alex's hand she nudged him out of her way and lined up her shot, "Yang, think you can beat me?" he quipped. "$50 says I can." Alex smiled, Cristina wasn't like Mere with her 'support' but she came when she needed to, and was helping him with the Izzie thing in her own way. Twenty minutes later Cristina made her way towards the staircase, $50 richer and this time she knew that she had Jackson's full attention, not her main aim, but subconsciously she didn't doubt it was a motive. She smiled, knowing that the eyes she felt on her back were from him.

A few days later

Leaving the party, Cristina headed to her room with a beer in her hand, she wanted to escape the noise and have a moment to herself to just, breathe. She shut her bedroom door behind her, and looking up saw Jackson walking out of her bathroom with a drink in his hand, "Yang" he said with a smile on his face. God he had a gorgeous smile. Walking towards her he kept talking, "Doctor, can I Cristina you? Or are we not there yet?" She looked up at him and shook her head. His smile was wiped from his face but he did his best to keep his composure. "No, okay. Doctor Yang." Taking a deep breathe he was now only centimetres away from her. Taking a step closer, he continued to talk, "Let me just tell you that, that was incredibly hot in the OR yesterday." Cristina started to laugh, usually compliments didn't affect her, but she could tell that Jackson was hitting on her, she could always tell, well excluding Mark Sloan. But Jackson was different, she liked the attention. Encouraged by her reaction he added, "Very, deeply hot. It was hot, you are hot."

Raising her gaze from the ground Cristina looked up at Jackson again as he took another mouthful of beer, "Uh, you're drunk and you're in my room" she said with a tone of hopefulness in her voice, it had been a long time. "I am in fact inebriated. That's legal. And even if I wasn't, you're the rule breaker, which I think we established in surgery." Cristina watched him take another mouthful of beer as she replied, "Really you think that was hot?" with a slight smile on her face, and what Jackson perceived to be a look of eagerness. He put his beer down on her dresser he tried to guess what she was thinking. Biting his lip, he looked her up and down for a moment before answering her, "Would it be really really bad if I just, you know because of the whole embolism thing and you in general…" Cristina placed her drink on the dresser, and by doing so placed herself between Jackson and a wall. "Can I just…" Jackson trailed off as her leant forward to kiss her.

He pushed her right up against the wall with his hands on her hips and she began to reciprocate, kissing his lips hungrily and running her hands up his arms, towards his shoulders and draping them around his neck. She moved her hips into his, amazed at how well they seemed to fit together, she began to slowly grind against them. Raising his hands slightly he played with the bottom of her shirt, rolling its fabric between his fingers as he slowly pulled it up, revealing her bare torso and then breaking their kiss for a moment, he pulled it over her head. He lowered his gaze to stare at what he just unwrapped, like presents on Christmas morning, he couldn't decide what to unwrap next. Cristina watched Jackson bite his lower lip as his eyes brushed over her, feeling like she deserved something in return, she unwrapped her hands from around his neck, lowered them down to his belt and with her dainty fingers, she expertly pulled Jackson's shirt off and leant forward to kiss him. He lowered his hands to her belt and quickly unbuttoned her jeans, her hands met his and she whispered onto his mouth, "Take yours off." Nodding, he unbuttoned his jeans and took them off as fast as he could; he had been waiting for this for weeks. He then took off his shoes and socks and threw them onto of his jeans that were lying on the floor next to Cristina's recently removed clothes.

Wrapping her arms around his neck again she pulled him in for a kiss and running her tongue along his lip, she quickly gained entry. His hands found their way down her torso, over her hips and to her upper thighs, pushing himself towards her more, he grabbed her just underneath her butt and lifted her off the floor. Without breaking their kiss Cristina lifted her legs up and wrapped them around Jacksons waist. Pushed against the wall, with her legs wrapped around him, her tongue in his mouth and his hands exploring her body she felt more comfortable than she had felt in a long time.

They remained there for a few minutes, kissing each other with passion and a need for something more, before Cristina broke the kiss, leant forward and whispered in his ear, "For this next part, it works better if we're on a first name basis." A smile crossed his lips as he walked backwards, turned and slowly lowered her onto the bed below him. Knelling over her, he paused for a moment, "Cristina." She grinned at the mention of her name. Utilising this moment she used her foot to knock his balance and as he tumbled, she rolled over on top of him. "Forever in control." He quipped. "Just how I like it" She remarked as she leant down to resume kissing.

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To be continued, if more is requested.

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