Dr. Callie Torres walked the halls of Seattle Grace, fuming. She had just discovered her ex-husband, George, in a passionate kiss with Izzie Stevens, in the locker room. She couldn't get a hold of either Mark or Erica, and she was feeling frustrated. She needed bones to reset, or even better, bones to break. Giving up, she went home.
Her roommate, Christina Yang, was yelling at a baseball game on the television. Callie smirked when she saw this.
"Don't smirk, you look like Hahn, and I hate Hahn," Christina complained.
"Don't' watch sports, you look like Burke, and I can't stand Burke," Callie retorted.
Immediately she felt guilty. Christina just glared at her, and yelled at the umpire for calling a strike when it was so obviously out of the strike zone.
"I'm sorry. I'm in a bad mood, and that was uncalled for." Callie felt awkward apologizing. She was usually in better control of her emotions, but ever since the kiss with Erica in the hallway, she couldn't really wrap her mind around anything else.
"Whatever, I don't care," said Christina, continuing to watch the game. "By the way, the kitchen is a mess from whatever you tried to make for breakfast. Clean it up, or I'll go postal."
Callie regarded Christina for a moment. Yang was usually rather snarky, not holing anything back, yet Callie sensed something was hurting her today.
"I'm sorry for my comment about Burke," she repeated. Christina wouldn't look at her, but she could see the pain in her dark eyes.
"Like I said, whatever, I don't care. Please, please, please, go clean up the kitchen so that I can watch this game in peace."
Callie went into the bathroom, threw her raven hair into a ponytail, and went into the kitchen to start washing dishes. After a few minutes, Christina came in, popped open a soda, and startled Callie by asking "Is Sloan as good at sex as everyone says he is?"
Callie looked over at her. "He's pretty good, but then again, he'll do anyone who is willing, so I'm sure he's learned a lot of tricks over the years."
"And Hahn?" asked Christina?
"Umm..I wouldn't
know," said Callie, nervous. Had word of their elevator kiss
gotten out somehow? Damn Mark, she wouldn't put it past him. She
was sure he had already embellished the story to include the nasty
threesome that they had had. Her heart skipped a beat thinking about
this.
Christina fidgeted with her beer bottle for a moment. "Nobody sees me anymore. I am a ghost." She took a long
swallow. "I am a ghost of who I used to be."
"That's not true!", said Callie, frowning?
"No?" said Christina. She walked right up to Callie, stared for a moment into her dark brown eyes, and then, standing on her tip toes, pressed her lips to hers.
"Do you see me, Dr. Torres?" she breathed?
