A/N: Perhaps the strangest pairing I've ever written, but I like it. Cristina/Callie. One-shot.
Disclaimer: Grey's Anatomy is not mine. No copyright infringement is intended.
The Secret Story of Cristina Yang and an Unknowing Callie Torres
Cristina Yang always figured that everyone in the world was a little bisexual. Some were just more than others. It was never something that bothered her. She was never a religious girl growing up – she mostly just went to Temple on Yom Kippur, the day of repentance. She had crushes on boys and girls in high school. She had one or two boyfriends in college (mostly professors), and she slept with the occasional girl, usual after a night of heavy drinking. She never got attached and never thought much of it. It was never a problem.
Until Callie Torres moved in with her.
Cristina had always though Callie was a bit sexy. She was hardcore, a bone breaker. She was Cristina's superior, and at one point she was even chief resident. Cristina had always been attracted to power. And Callie was attractive enough on her own.
Cristina never told anyone, not even Meredith, because it wasn't a big deal, and what was the point? It was just a teeny tiny crush on her roommate. Not a big deal. Callie was straight, after all.
But that idea fell through, as well.
Erica Hahn came along, and Cristina was frustrated. Not only did the woman seem to have a person vendetta against her, but she was a Cardio God. And not only was she a Cardio God, but she turned Callie gay.
Well, not gay, exactly, but just as gay as Cristina was. Just gay enough.
Cristina resented Hahn even more after she found out. She hated her when she was around, and she hated her when she was gone. It was easier not to have real feelings for Callie when she knew that she wouldn't have her. When Callie was supposed to be straight as a board. But with Callie now loving the ladies, it made Cristina's situation that much harder.
When Hahn did leave (good riddance), Cristina was a good friend. It was a shock to her system finding out about the two, but she was a good friend. A good friend was what Callie needed, not a lover or a rebound.
Callie crushed on Sadie not long after, and Cristina knew it was a recipe for disaster. It wouldn't work, she knew, and it didn't. Sadie was the rebound of sorts that Cristina had avoided being. Then Callie got over her silly crush, and Cristina though maybe it was finally her time. She had waited around for this girl, and Cristina wasn't one to wait.
The along came Arizona Robbins. Pediatric surgeon extraordinaire. Attending. Cute. Blonde. Kisses in bathrooms. Fuck.
Cristina was screwed.
So she shacked up with Owen Hunt. It wasn't as though she didn't have genuine feelings for the guy – he was intriguing, sexy, and an attending. He was hardcore – he stapled his own leg wound with no anesthetic or pain medication, and then he went on his way. He had power, and Cristina loved that. But Hunt was no Callie Torres.
One night, after months and months, Callie and Arizona broke up, the blonde running from the apartment in tears, leaving Cristina gaping. Callie walked in numbly, saying she wanted to drink. And drink they did. Cristina broke out the Bacardi, and the pair took shots into the early morning.
The kissed after shot ten, Cristina recalled. Callie was far gone, but Cristina knew what was happening. It was brief and sloppy and too short. Callie didn't remember it in the morning, and Cristina decided it was better that way.
Mark came back from the medical conference he'd been at the next day, and Callie had sex with him.
Yes, it was better this way.
Things were always the same.
fin.
Strange pairing, I know, but do you think it worked?
