Make Me Stay
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters on Grey's Anatomy. But any other characters that might appear in this story are my own creation.
A/N: I haven't done this in a while. And I've never written for Grey's. I feed on reviews, so please give me whatever insight you think will be beneficial. Obviously, however, I don't appreciate sour reviews, so add a little bit of sweetness (just tell me something that I did right before you delve into criticism), please.
Summary: Callica, FemSlash. This was inspired by the Ani Difranco song of the same name. Each chapter will go with a few lines of that song. The story begins after 4-15: Losing my Mind (the elevator kiss).
Rating: M for later chapters
After that kiss, Erica walked out of the elevator sending Dr. Torres, with every single molecule of her being, psychic messages to follow her. She had felt it and, judging from her reaction, Callie had as well. She wasn't completely sure when exactly she had started having these feeling toward her best friend, although being in love with a girl wasn't a completely new thing. She had fallen in love with another woman once, but that was a long time ago, when she was a bit less inhibited than her current, mature self.
Now she was willing this new woman to run after her and keep her from walking away. With every step she took, she was hurting more and more at Callie's lack of confidence. Even if it was just as friends, she still expected them to go out together tonight, like they had planned.
When she was halfway down the hallway to the exit, Dr Hahn had lost all hope. She had scared her. Damn it, she always scared people off. Yes, she was intense sometimes, but that was just what she had to do. Callie had seen her softer side. She'd gotten to know Erica, not just Dr. Hahn. She guessed that if it came up and Callie didn't enjoy it, or didn't want to admit that she enjoyed it, Erica had a pretty good excuse. Teasing Sloan was something she could always fall back on, despite the fact that every time she saw him, she wanted to rip his head off for the privileges Torres gave him with her body.
As she made her way to her car, Erica wondered what she was supposed to do. She would go to the bar they had agreed on. She would see if, after Callie was done fucking Sloan (she knew that must be where she went), the woman who had unwittingly stolen her senses would show up to talk. But she knew the chances were slim, given that she hadn't even called after her that she'd be a few minutes.
This entire time, Hahn had kept her eyes forward, refusing to look over her shoulder, and keeping her other senses behind her to be prepared if her dreams did happen to come true. Just in case the woman she had just kissed ran after her, grabbed her, and returned the gesture. But no such luck.
As she got into her car and looked around the parking lot, she only saw Dr Shepard and Rose holding hands and walking out if the hospital. No sign of the dark-skinned Madonna. So she started her car and peeled out of the parking lot on her way to Joe's, still holding a small grain of hope that Callie would surprise her.
I'm going to turn and walk away/ You can wait til I am far along/Then run and come and catch my arm/And say you'd die if I were gone