Title: Sleep
Author: RainReignRain
Rating: T
Pairing: Callica
Summary: Arizona is in Africa, of no real use to this story. Teddy left to pursue her underwhelming love life. Someone has to be the Head of Cardio.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyright materials referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libellous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Authors Note: First dabble in fanfic writing. I always dug Callica. The Calzona storyline is less than fantastic. Should I continue on with the story? I'm open to any criticism.
"Goodbye Callie." Teddy said with a sad smile.
Callie let a small tear fall while trying to maintain a supportive smile. "I'm going to miss you."
"I know," Teddy quipped with a wink.
The two hugged for a short moment before Teddy left through the hospitals doors. Callie had known about Teddy's plans to leave Seattle for over a week, but seeing Teddy walk away still made her heart ache a tiny bit.
"Shame. She had a great ass." Mark uttered as he strolled up to Callie.
A chuckle escaped the brunette's lips before she could stop herself. She shook her head and turned to him, "Ready to go?"
Mark nodded and wrapped his arm around her as they walked out of the hospital.
"This hospital must be cursed or something." Alex said as he stood beside Callie while she looked over a patients X-ray's.
Her eyebrows furrowed, "Uhm what?"
"Burke, Hahn, Dixon, Altman. That has to be a record." he said without trepidation.
Callie ignored the comment, replaced the X-rays on the door, and proceeded to walk out of the room. Alex followed, he was paged to the pit as he was about to elaborate. Hearing those names brought back waves of memories, some of which were good, some of which weren't. Pictures of days that still haunted her began to float into her mind. Before she could let the thoughts settle, her phone vibrated in her pocket.
She pulled it out and read the text message from Mark:
Free for lunch?
She quickly replied:
Yep. Cafeteria. 5 minutes.
Callie began walking to the cafeteria from the nurse station she had been at. When she arrived in the cafeteria Mark was waiting for her in line.
"You're buying right?" she said as she gave him her best innocent smile.
He only chuckled as he paid for their lunches. It was a rare sunny day in Seattle and Mark opted for the pair to sit at a table that over looked the bottom floor of the hospital. Sun rays streamed in through the glass windows that sheltered the hospital from the outside. The pearl white of the skywalk was accentuated by the sea of blue scrubs that shuffled across it; it looked larger than life. Callie wondered why she was admiring the grandeur of the hospital as if she had not seen it all before. What she didn't see was who was in the chief's office.
"Do you feel weird?" she asked.
Mark finished chewing his piece of salad, "No. Should I?"
Callie didn't know how to explain what she was feeling, so she didn't. She merely shrugged off the question. Mark rambled on about the different surgeries he had lined up for the afternoon. She tried to listen and be interested but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about her day. She woke up that morning feeling like something was going to happen. After trying to shake the thought for half of the day, it only intensified. They ate in friendly silence for the rest of their lunch, at which time Callie figured she could nap away her nagging feeling.
Callie's nap was cut short when she was paged to the O.R. for a serious emergency surgery. The patient had nearly lost both legs in a horrid car accident. After successfully saving both of the man's legs, Callie scrubbed out of the six hour surgery. With a satisfied look on her face she made her way to the attending's locker room to change. Her shift was long over and she was in desperate need of a shower.
The feeling that had followed her all day subsided when she went into surgery, but as her adrenaline wore off it slowly came back to her.
"Get a grip Calliope" she muttered to herself with a huff.
The brunette made her way through the security guards and past the outer sliding doors when she saw the outline of a woman sitting at a bench ruffling through what seemed to be her purse. As Callie grew closer the woman seemed to grow more and more frustrated with her bag. A fleeting thought crossed Callie's mind: Damn it's dark out here.
Callie decided to continue past the woman without a second thought. Just as she passed, she heard a small thud followed by the sound of coins rolling across the concrete. She turned and saw that the woman's purse had fallen and spilled its contents on the floor. She considered ignoring the woman but instantly reprimanded herself for being inconsiderate. She hurried back to the bench and collected the purse and its contents. The woman chased after pieces of paper that seemed to run away from her. Callie lifted the purse as strands of hair fell in her eyes, obstructing her vision.
Callie followed after the woman as she picked up a paper.
"Here you go," she said with a smile "those bags can be slippery."
"Thanks. I was looking for my keys," the woman said absentmindedly as she rose from picking up the last wandering piece of paper.
Callie brushed the pieces of hair out of her face and watched the woman struggle to place the papers back into her purse. She managed to find her keys in the processes; with that she looked up to properly thank the kind stranger.
Callie looked directly at the shade of blue that she hadn't seen in nearly two years.
The shade of blue that could always make butterflies appear inside of her.
The shade of blue that walked away from her.
The shade of blue she came to love a little too late.
That shade of blue she almost forgot, was piercing Callie's heart in that very moment.
The golden hair that always smelt of cherry was tied back.
The porcelain skin that blushed at the slightest innuendo was flawless as ever.
The pink lips that kissed her so deeply were growing blue with chill.
The woman that stole her heart was standing right in front of Callie.
"Erica."
Clouds seemed to appear out of nowhere. The jet black sky lit up with a single lightening bolt. The sky's tears spilled down on them.
