When I was a little girl, I was always dependant and wouldn't be pushed around. I already had me death glare down by the age of 7. I didn't have friends, I didn't have anyone. I was the brainy blonde girl with glasses. I still am that strong and independent blonde. My walls were built high and no one could get through them to see me, to see past Dr. Hahn and see Erica. That was until I met Callie, Calliope Torres. She found the cracks in my walls and knocked the remainders of my wall down to reveal me. I don't know when we overstepped that line. When we became more then friends…. Was it when Addison visited? Was it when I kissed her in the elevator or when she kissed me outside the hospital? She was confused but so was I. We agreed to be scared together and that is why I don't know how we got to were we are now.

I sit there and I watched as she mutters 5 words. My heart broke as she told me that she had slept with Mark. I felt so stupid. She had broken through my walls and I gave her my heart. She had now handed it back to me, broken beyond repair but I wanted to salvage this relationship. I wasn't willing to lose my best friend so I said "okay."

She let me sit there and say okay, she let me pretend that everything was okay when it wasn't. I played along for days as I tried to pretend that everything was okay.

I sat on a bed in an on-call room. Straight from a four hour surgery, I was exhausted and in need of a good nap. I didn't hear the door open or Callie enter. Callie snuck up behind me and wrapped her hands around my waist. She kissed my neck. I turned around and moaned as she kissed me. I looked into her eyes and as I did all I could think about was her, her and mark. Images flashed through my mind as I kissed her and as she tried to undo the tie on my scrub pants. I looked at her but I couldn't get the images out of my mind her and Sloan, Callie and Mark. She continued kissing me not even realizing the internal battle that was now going on inside my head I tried desperately to push the images to the back of my head but I couldn't. I opened my eyes and stopped kissing her. I pushed her away form me and immediately saw the concern in her eyes. "What's wrong?" She asked. "I, I have to go." I said desperately trying to fight the tears that I could feel about to overflow. I ran from the on-call room and staggered into the hall. I wiped my eyes as I tried to hide the tears that now ran down my face. I went straight to the locker room and grabbed my clothes and changed before grabbing my bag and headed for the hospital exit. I walked through the doors and headed for my car when I saw her sitting there, on our bench. I could see her tears glistening in the moon light. I wanted to walk to her, I wanted to talk to her but I couldn't, I wouldn't. I didn't know what to say or do. I tried to back away and turn back into the hospital but she lifted her head where her eyes had formerly been looking at the ground and her eyes met mine.

I immediately looked down. Ashamed that I had ran before but still not seeing any other way to dissolve this situation. I turned around all the same and headed to the entrance. I was Erica Hahn, I never backed down from a fight but now I had no choice. I didn't want to lose her but I knew that I wasn't okay with her betrayal.

"Erica," I hear Callie call my name but I don't stop. I don't turn around. I feel her hand wrap around my wrist as she pulls me back and turns me around. "Erica, talk to me please." Erica turned around and looked in Callie's eyes they were filled with concern and sadness. "I, I can't…" I stutter. Callie looks at me. "What can't you do?" She takes my hand in hers but I quickly move my hand away from her. I see Callie's face drop as I mutter a single word. "Us."