Disclaimer: Grey's Anatomy is Shonda's. NOT mine... Sadly.
Like with most things in her personal life lately, Callie was lost and confused. Everything could be explained in time. But this? This was just beyond her comprehension.
She'd been having a bad day.
Arizona had rejected her advances, yet again, that morning, directly after making an ass of herself of course. Then at lunch, Mark and Lexie were making out in the cafeteria, looking all lovey dovey, flaunting their happiness in her face. She fled the second her gag reflex kicked in. And as if that weren't bad enough, intern Steve had set up an elaborate practical joke in the supply closet to get back at one of the other interns (Graciella) and it backfired. All over Callie. Literally. She still had some bright pink paint left in her hair to prove it.
So much to her chagrin, Callie had made her way up to Derm to reap some of the magical, tranquil waiting room, healing powers that she'd heard so much about before she went and killed someone. It had been like stepping into an oasis. Her own personal raspberry water, little finger sandwiches, pretty person haven.
She liked it there.
But then the Dr. Daisy Pepman started asking her questions. Lots of questions. Like, why did she chose Ortho? And, was she really married to that nervous looking, bumbling resident George O'Malley at one time?
It was all about feelings with her, and Callie didn't do feelings.
Feelings led to drama and other annoying, girly things. Things that she could do without.
So when Dr. Daisy Pepman offered to show her around the office, she'd quickly accepted. Half because she had nothing else to do and half because she was curious what else this little slice of surgeon heaven had to offer. But mostly? She just wanted her to shut up.
She should have known better, though. Should have seen it coming. Or picked up on the little touches and the not so subtle, what she thought were just platonic straight girl, looks.
That's how she found herself making small talk with Dr. Daisy Pepman one second and being pulled into an empty exam room by the waist of her scrub top the next.
Before she could protest, everything had been lips, skin, lost clothes, touching, and thrusting. One thing right after the other.
She remembers feeling fingers tug at her hair and the sharp sting of nails dragging down her back in the heat of the moment. Her lips were bruised from hasty kisses, the side of her head ached from an unfortunate collision with a set of cabinets, and she swore everyone was staring at her when she walked funnily into the locker room the next morning.
Everything had happened so fast, and she didn't know what it meant or why it had happened in the first place. But she did know that the world seemed a little brighter. Things were beginning to come into focus in her gay, little world, and that made her happy.
Mark and Lexie were less nauseating. The interns weren't as obnoxious. Even Cristina's dark place couldn't ruin her buzz.
But most of all? The next time she saw Arizona it reminded her that she was no longer an infant. And maybe that was exactly the type of confidence boost that she needed (even if she was the only who knew about it).
Callie grinned. Arizona won't know what hit her.
End.