A/N: Post-Valentine's Day Massacre. A continuation of the scene where Mark sees Callie taking apart the crib and realizes what happened.

Disclaimer: If Grey's were mine, there would be more Mallie. Trust me on this.

Moments

Stashing another piece of the crib they wouldn't be needing against the wall, Callie turned to Mark. Her eyes were all apologies but there was nothing she could do or say that would make things better. That would change things.

Mark didn't need to ask. The look in Callie's eyes…it was all that he needed to see to know that Sloan had left. He wasn't a father. He wasn't a grandfather. He was just some guy who knocked up some girl nineteen years ago.

He wasn't having a baby.

The lines of his faces were etched with devastation that he knew he should have seen coming. He would have done anything to make that baby his. To be a father – a real one. Not one of convenience. Not one you go to when you need somewhere to stay.

He wanted to be a dad.

And he'd become one, for a time. But now that was gone. It was all gone. He had nothing left. No girlfriend, no daughter, no grandkid. He had an empty apartment and maybe a half-empty bottle of single malt scotch in the liquor cabinet, if he remembered correctly. That's all he had left.

Callie cleared her throat from across the room.

Callie, Mark realized. He had Callie, too. His best friend. The woman he used to have a thing for, and deep down, probably still did. He still had her, at least. When she wasn't busy with Robbins.

Callie walked towards him hurriedly, knowing he needed comfort. She pulled him into a tight hug – the best hug he could quite possibly remember ever having. The feel of her in his arms again in this moment – one of his lowest – felt good. It felt right. It felt a little bit like it should always be this way, and he wasn't sure in that moment why it wasn't.

So he kissed her. He kissed her then, to take away his pain, and she responded and made it hers. He couldn't remember why they hadn't been doing this all along – kissing and hugging and embracing in his apartment. About half way through the kiss, his hands tangled in her hair, they both realized the reason. Callie was with Arizona. They pulled away in unison, breathing heavily and gasping for air.

Mark whispered into the heavy air, "Sorry."

Callie sighed and shook her head. "Don't be."

But the look on her face made it clear it should not happen again.

Mark nodded minutely and threw her his most grateful gaze. "Wine and old movies?" he asked.

Callie nodded. "Wine and old movies sounds good."

They didn't talk about the kiss as they sipped their wine and watched old black and white movies, laughing and sighing. They left space between them on the couch and didn't speak of the moments they never let happen. The moments they never let finish. They were best friends, after all, and that was something worth not messing up.

They fell asleep on Mark's sofa a few hours and a bottle of wine later, tangled together in a blanket, legs intertwined.

Yes, Mark thought through the haze of sleep, it was these moments that made friendship with Callie worth it.

fin.

short but sweet, yes? Review! Happy Valentine's Day/Singe Awareness Day/Anna Howard Shaw Day! The last is my favorite, but you may have to google it.