A/N: This is very random, there's no plot. I could be writing them as friends when they were ten and in the next chapter they could be old people celebrating their first grandchild. Some are just friendship, other's are more or just implied. This really lets my juices flow, so please review and enjoy.

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"You want me to be your bridesmaid?"

Little Grey nodded excitedly and anxiously, as only she could.

"But-but you've got your sisters and Cristina and… Izzie! You've got Izzie! She's working again, cancer's gone. Hell, you've even got Arizona, she'd love it, she's the total opposite of me."

Lexie smiled again. "But… Meredith and Molly, of course they're bridesmaids, but the rest of them… They don't mean much, y'know? I want someone who meant something to mine and Mark's relationship. That's you, Callie. You were there from the beginning! Before everyone else even knew."

Callie sighed and smiled tightly. "You know who else knew before everyone else? Derek's mom, that's who. I can get her on the phone right now, Mark keeps her num-"

Lexie caught her hand. "Callie, please? It would mean so much to Mark."

She was playing the best friend card. Bitch. "Fine. But I have very strict rules."

I wasn't that she didn't want to be in the wedding, it's that she would be on the wrong side of the altar. What was Lexie doing, asking her to be a bridesmaid? They tolerated each other at worst, at least from Callie's perspective.

Mark was her best friend. But of course he had Derek. She understood it of course, twenty-five years of companionship can't just be thrown away, but it was frustrating. In a deeply insecure part of her mind, she always figured that if she decided to pull the silent treatment on Mark for no apparent reason, he either wouldn't notice or wouldn't care. But the minute Derek pulls the same shit; Mark would jump like his little bitch.

She should be the one getting to make the drunken speech at the rehearsal dinner and reception, the one handing over the rings at the actual ceremony. SHE should be the one calming Mark's last minute wedding jitters and having celebratory tequila shots with the rest of the guys. But instead, she would have to help pick out dresses or makeup and plan the shower and run after the older Grey's unruly twins. She had her hands full with her own three month old, thank you very much.

"So, I love you."

Mark looked up from the medical journal he'd been reading. "It's a little late for that now, Torres."

Callie narrowed her eyes. "Not like that asswipe."

He waved his hand for her to come closer. "Care to elaborate?"

She ran her fingers through her hair. "You—you were there for me during the George thing and the self-destructive phase and you fixed my nose and you went with me to get that tattoo. Granted, you were supposed to get one with me, but you were there and that's what matters. And I like to think I was there for you too, with that whole Lexie thing. And with Sloan. How is she, by the way? How's the kid?"

"You're going off topic." He noted.

She blinked. "Right! Right, well, why am I just a freaking bridesmaid?! Lexie and I aren't close!" Her demeanor changed to some serious attitude, " Derek's your best man, isn't he? It's always Shepard. Is it the hair? I have nice hair! Mine isn't going gray any time soon, like yours!"

Mark sucked in his breath and frowned. "So, let me just sift through… everything you just said and try to make sense out of it. I've helped you, you've helped me. I made your nose better and you now have a tattoo of half a wing on your wrist because I was supposed to get the other half. You're bridesmaid at my wedding which you seem to have a problem with and you're jealous of Derek because he's a groomsman. And you think your hair is better than mine."

Callie tilted her head. "It is. And I'm not… jealous per se, I'm pissed."

"Why?"

"Derek didn't even want you guys together, but I had to put up with it during my celibate phase! I should be your best man! Your best wo-man, I mean."

Mark started laughing. Hysterically. He was actually crying he was laughing so hard. "Oh—oh God, Cal, you're hilarious." He slapped his own leg, still chuckling.

She crossed her arms over her chest. "It's NOT FUNNY! You BITCH!"

The laughter subsided and he pulled her down to sit in his lap. A few years ago, Lexie would've had a heart attack on the spot seeing them in this position, but she slowly realized it's just the way they roll. "I wanted you as my best wo-man as you so eloquently put it, but Lexie thought you'd be offended, what with all those butch lesbian stereotypes." He shrugged, "so she wanted you as a bridesmaid."

Callie looked away, embarrassed, "Really?"

Mark grabbed her chin to face him and smirked. "Really, you crazy freak."

Callie fought the triumphant smile forming on her face. "I'm sorry, it's just my hormones are still all out of whack from pushing an 8 pound 7 oz baby through my vagina."

"That was not an image I needed in my head."

Callie slapped his shoulder lightly. "Just shut up and hug me, Sloan."

As they were leaving the lounge, Derek walked in with some ideas for the wedding. All Callie did was laugh. Loudly. In his face. Before strutting out the door and closing it with a bang.

And so, three months later, on June 21st, the entire gang gathered in Meredith's backyard for the wedding. Callie and Derek shared the speeches, but she initiated the tequila shots and when Mark inevitably got a little nervous, she was right there coaching him through it. And best of all, she had the satisfaction of watching a clearly inebriated Cristina run around after all the kids.

A/N: Kind of a lame ending. Review!!! Should I continue? I'll write a few more, even if I don't get reviews, but please REVIEW!!