Hey, so this is going to be written for free-2write-4me‏, who requested a Joanne/Callie romance story. (Callie Torres from Grey's Anatomy.)

I just want to say (to the Grey's Anatomy fans), sorry in advance if Callie is OOC at anytime during this story.

I guess you could call this a RENT/Grey's crossover, but Callie will be the only Grey's character in this fic. The other boho's will probably be in here too!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that has to do with RENT, or anything that has to do with Grey's Anatomy. Nothing belongs to me. I'm simply just having fun with the characters.

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New Love

"Fine! I'll just fucking leave if that's what you want!" Maureen screamed, storming into the bedroom.

"Please! Pack yourself a bag. I'm sick and tired of your drama queen, diva, flirty ways!" Joanne spat, standing at the bedroom door, tears streaking down her cheeks, watching as her girlfriend…well soon to be ex-girlfriend shoved her stuff in a duffle bag. They had been fighting a lot lately, and tonight was the final battle. Joanne couldn't take it anymore. She wanted out before she went crazy.

"And I'm sick of your suspicions of me cheating!" Maureen said, ending her yell with the slam of the bedroom door, causing Joanne to roar out in pain.

"Fuck!"

The lawyer's voice echoed through the apartment. She wouldn't be surprised if the cops showed up at her door for noise complaints. But that wasn't something Joanne had time to worry about, since her fingers were currently wedge in between the doorframe, which Maureen had decided to slam.

"Oh my God…Maureen open the door!" Joanne pleaded, tears of physical pain now escaping her eyes. "Maureen!"

"What!?" Maureen yelled back, swinging the door open.

Joanne quickly removed her hand, taking in the damage. "You slammed the door on my fingers!"

Maureen rolled her eyes. "Oh and that's my fault!? You shouldn't have had your fingers there."

"Thanks for being so caring." Joanne sarcastically mumbled.

"You're the one kicking me out of your apartment." Maureen said, before heading back into the bedroom.

Joanne studied her left hand. Her poor fingers were throbbing with pain. They weren't bent or anything, but she was sure they were broken. "I'm going to the doctors." She said while grabbing her purse. "Please be gone when I get back."

"Don't worry I will be." Maureen said right as Joanne left the apartment.

Joanne sat in the waiting room, her hand hanging motionlessly with pain. She had been sitting in the waiting room for over an hour. She was starting to get fed up sitting there with broken fingers, the pain shooting up her arm. There were hardly any other patients in the waiting room, two to be exact, three counting herself, the other two not looking seriously injured at all.

"This is ridiculous." Joanne mumbled as she stood up, hoping she could find a doctor instead of waiting for one. Fortunately right as she stood up, a woman in what looked to be a doctor's uniform walked by. "Excuse me?"

The dark haired woman turned around, arching an eyebrow in questioning.

"Do you work here?" Joanne asked.

The woman shook her head, "Well not yet. I'm just checking things out. Might be transferring from Seattle Grace-"

"So you're a doctor?" Joanne cut her off, not meaning to sound rude, but she was in pain.

"Yes." The woman nodded her tone turning into annoyance.

"Well please…could you take a look at my hand, or give me some happy drugs to make this pain go away while I wait?"

The doctor was about to walk away, not really enjoying Joanne's treatment, but she studied the lawyer's hurt expression, and gave in. She sighed and stepped forward. "What happened?"

Joanne let out a breath of relief. "My girlfriend…" She paused. "Ex-girlfriend slammed the door on my fingers."

"Ouch." The doctor winced, and gently took Joanne's hand in her own, looking her fingers over.

"Yeah." Joanne said, tensing up at little when the doctor took a look.

"It's safe to say they are broken." She stated and let go of Joanne's hand, heading over to a cart full of medical supplies. She came back with some items and motioned for Joanne to sit down.

Joanne let the doctor tend to her. They sat in silence, until finally Joanne's fingers were nicely bandaged up.

"Thanks." Joanne said taking her hand back.

The doctor smiled. "I'm sorry I can't give you anything for the pain, but I do suggest alcohol. You'll forget all about your broken fingers after a couple drinks." She said while standing up.

Joanne nodded, standing up with her. "I just might do that." She grabbed her purse, and eyed the woman. "Thanks again doctor…?" She paused waiting for the woman to supply her name.

"Torres." The woman said, "Dr. Torres."

Joanne smiled one more time, before turning around and heading out of the hospital, making a mental note to stop at the liquor store on the way home.

TBC...