I know, I know. I have no business starting a new story, but this one was beating in my head. I hope you enjoy. This is my first attempt at a Grey's story.
Walking into the apartment that she shared with Cristina, Callie struggled not to let out a scream. She dropped her keys and purse on the floor without a second thought. She opened the cabinet and wanted to scream when she couldn't locate the bottle of Jack Daniels that she desperately needed.
"Hey." She heard a voice coming from the couch and was glad to see Cristina sitting there, holding up the bottle and motioning for her to join her. Callie flopped down beside her and quickly gulped down the brown liquid within seconds of Cristina pouring it.
"Whoa killer. Bad day?" Callie sighed and eyed Cristina with caution. On one hand the two had become closer since moving in together but they were never ones to share deep dark secrets and feelings. But at this moment Callie needed someone, anyone, especially considering the one person that she thought she had seemed to be slipping away.
"Bad life. Hey, what are you doing home? I thought you were going to Meredith's or something." Callie thought she heard Cristina scoff at the idea.
"I'm not her person anymore. She has people now. Between Derek and her old college psycho bitch, she just…" Cristina took a long sip before speaking again. "Things are just changing that's all."
Callie wanted to be supportive, wanted to say something but truth was, she understood exactly how Cristina was feeling.
"Yeah well right now, all interns can kiss my ass."
Cristina eyed Callie cautiously. It was rare for her to be home alone. Normally, Sloan would be attached to her hip and the three of them would sit, drink beer and bullshit around in an effort to keep Callie's spirits up.
"Where's the manwhore?" Once she asked, Cristina looked at Callie and immediately realized the problem. Her body tensed and she seemed to be on the verge of either crying or yelling.
"What? Did you two have a fight or something?" Again, Cristina got no response. Sighing she filled the glasses up again and the two women sat in silence for a few more minutes.
Finally, Cristina couldn't take the silence anymore. "Ok, fine. I'll tell you, if you tell me." Callie looked at Cristina and finally nodded.
"Hunt keeps kissing me and walking away and I don't know how to read him. One minute I think he wants to rip my clothes off and mount me, the next he's abrasive and running from me like I have the plague. Add that to the fact that Mer's fucking chick and the rest of the incompetent interns decided to fuck up playing Operation on each other and because Lexie can't keep her trap shut, I lost out on the solo surgery.
So I pick Alex cause he got it, you know. He didn't try to kiss my ass or play the person card. He just got it. Meredith thinks that my choosing him was because I was pissed that she didn't defend me to the Chief but the truth is I picked Alex for the right reasons." Cristina took a deep breath and Callie looked on in awe. This was the most Cristina ever confided in her and it was then that Callie knew maybe she wasn't completely alone.
"Mark is fucking Lexie Grey." She had to smirk when Cristina spit out her whiskey all over the coffee table.
"WHAT? WHEN? WHY?"
Callie stalled for a second. "I went to his hotel room tonight. I heard that he performed this amazing surgery and I wanted to congratulate him. I don't know, I guess he never stops surprising me with what he can do.
Anyway, I stepped off the elevator and I saw Lolita herself coming out of his room and Mark was wearing nothing but a towel. I saw them kissing and her skipping off down the hall like she just got a new Eazy Bake Oven for Christmas." Callie leaned forward and put her head in her hands.
"Did they see you?" Callie shook her head.
"No I ducked out of the way before they could." Cristina looked at Callie and saw the pain evident on her face.
"That doesn't mean anything. Sloan fucks everything walking. It probably was a one time deal, it will pass."
"Except that for the past few months, the only person he was sleeping with was me and the way that he was looking at her…" Callie's voice trailed off.
"Get up." Cristina demanded as she stood from the couch.
"What?"
"GET. UP." Callie stood slowly, looking at Cristina as if she had lost her mind.
"We are going to Joe's." Callie shook her head and went to sit back down.
"No, I don't really feel like…"
"We are two of the hottest woman this damn as ever seen and hotness like this should not be coped up in the apartment sulking over bullshit, so get your ass up Torres. NOW!!"
"Fine. You know having a thing for the Army doctor is making you bossier." She quickly duck as Cristina went to smack her shoulder.
The two women finally laughed as the headed out the room, both realizing that they may have find a kindred spirit in one another.
Cristina groaned as she downed another shot while Callie tried not to laugh out loud. Cristina completely forgot that Joe had decided to try out a new karaoke machine and now as she had to listen to Syph-Nurse stumble through the Pussycat Dolls "Don't cha", she was really contemplating on stabbing herself in the ear.
"Great idea, 'Stina."
"Can it, Torres. How was I supposed to know Seattle Grace was laced with American Idol rejects?" Callie almost spit out her drink as Olivia attempted to look sexy by crawling down on all fours.
"Oh god, make it stop." Callie just sat and chuckled as the numerous shots seemed to finally help ease some of the tension from her body.
"Fuck." She turned to look over at Cristina who eyes seemed to be stuck at the door. Following her gaze, she wondered if she could crawl under the table without being noticed. Unfortunately, the three men saw them and made their way over. Callie tried like hell to avoid Mark's eyes and to stop the tears forming around her own.
"Yang, Dr. Torres." Derek acknowledged both woman as him, Mark and Owen took a seat at the table directly next to them. Owen looked a little disgusted at Olivia before quickly heading for the bar.
"Drinks, I need more drink NOW." Cristina exclaimed, ignoring the men. Callie jumped up and headed for the bar but Mark quickly grabbed her arm.
"What? I don't even get a hello?" She sighed deeply. Looking in his eyes, she couldn't read him, maybe because her own eye sight was a little blurry.
"Hello." She deadpanned before standing next to Owen and waiting for Joe.
"I didn't know you hung out with Shepard and Sloan." Callie asked, trying to make polite conversation.
"I guess it's their idea of an olive branch." Hunt shrugged.
"Yeah, Mark's good for extending his olive branch." She gave a quick smile at Joe before she headed back to her table. Upon walking, she stopped in her tracks. Some time during her trip for more booze, the entire Grey clan had showed up. Cristina met her eyes and shrugged, almost as if offering an apology.
Cristina and her were still at their own table but now joining Derek, Mark and Owen was Meredith, Sadie and Lexie. Meredith seemed to be trying to meet Cristina's eye and Cristina was trying her best to avoid her. She handed Cristina her drink and sat down.
"We could leave, you know."
"That would be running, and we don't run. Besides, I doubt Mark has told Derek that he fucked Lexie judging by the way he keeps moving further away as she keeps trying to get closer. It's pathetic and sad but it does make me laugh." Cristina chuckled as Callie rolled her eyes and became interested in her drink. She felt a strong arm on her shoulder and looked up at Joe.
"Cal, I need your help. I need you to sing before I lose all my damn customers" She went to shake her head but heard Mark's voice.
"Come on, Cal. Show them that someone in this damn town can actually sing." She looked at Cristina who simply smirked. She got off her stool and stood up on the stage. Looking over the list of songs, she sent out a chuckle. If Mark Sloan wanted her to sing, then she would fucking sing a song her would never forget.
Looking up, she almost cried out when she saw that Mark was cautiously rubbing his hand on Lexie's leg, being careful that no one saw him. Quickly she changed her song to one that had been having much rotation on her IPod lately. She closed her arms as the soft guitar started playing.
She's beautiful in her simple little way
She don't have too much to say when she gets mad
She understands, she don't let go of anything
Even when the pain gets really bad
Guess I should've been more like that
You had it all for a pretty little while
And some how you made me smile when I was sad
You took a chance on a bruised and beaten heart
Then you realized you wanted what you had
I guess I should've been more like that
Callie opened her eyes and locked eyes with Mark whose hand seemed to move from Lexie and planted on the table. She continued to look at him, never once breaking her gaze from his as she continued.
I should have held on to my pride
I should have never let you lie
I guess you got what you deserved
I guess I should've been more like her
Forgiving you, she's stronger than I am
You don't look much like a man from where I'm at
It's plain to see desperation showed it's truth
You love her and she loves you with all she has
I guess I should've been more like that
I should have held on to my pride
I should have never let you lie
I guess you got what you deserved
I guess I should've been more like her
She's beautiful in her simple, little way
Callie closed her eyes as the song ended. She vaguely heard the sound of catcalls and applause but she was too focused on feeling as though she just made a huge mistake. She quickly grabbed her purse and ran through the sea of people, Cristina closely behind her.