The Wrong Choice Chapter 1, a grey's anatomy fanfic

A/N: This story starts off with a voice over from Callie and then moves into present. After that the story moves into a flashback that continues until that past meets up with the present. Part of the text is repeated at the end where the two sync up. I would love all comments on this story. Let me know if you think it is good enough to keep going.

Callie's voice: Life is made up of choices and the choices that we make can forever change the path we are on in life. Some choices are little…and some are major but they all make changes in our lives even if they are imperceptible to begin with. But what do you do when you figure out that you made the wrong choice?

[Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital]

Mark ran into the hospital still in his pajama bottoms, t-shirt, and a pair of untied gym shoes. His eyes were wide with worry. He went straight for the operating room. Derek had told him what OR she was in when he called him at home. Mark burst into the operating room. He had to be there. He needed to be there with her. He stood there in shock as she flatlined on the operating table. "Calllie!" screamed Mark.

Chief Webber looked at the disheveled and distraught man. "Get him out of here!" yelled Webber as he and Owen Hunt worked to save Callie's life. Webber was covered in Callie's blood.

Derek ushered his friend out of the operating room. He didn't need to see her like that. "Mark! This is a sterile zone..." That was the only excuse that Derek could come up with at the moment. He forced Mark out of the operating room and into the hallway. And then he saw something he hadn't seen in a very long time.

Mark's eyes filled with tears, his fears being realized. Mark slid down the wall and sat on the floor not being able to look at Derek. "I can't lose her…it is better being single in pairs." muttered Mark repeating something Callie had said to him recently. "I can't lose her." repeated Mark. "I love her…."

[6 Hours Earlier]

Callie laid awake next to a slumbering Mark Sloan. She had done it again…at the end of a terrible relationship she had ended up in the arms and the bed of Mark Sloan. Callie pulled the sheet up over her ample bosom for modesty and also because it was a little chilly. She looked over at Mark sleeping so peacefully and her brain screamed at her *How the hell can he sleep so peacefully after what we've done?* And yet there he was appearing like he didn't have a care in the world. She reached over and lightly smoothed her hand over his bare chest. Her finger gently traced the outline of his abs. She shifted the sheet and looked underneath at the offending party. That 'thing' was the cause of all of this in Callie's opinion. She was sure that his laudable talents in bed were the reason she so often found herself in his bed after a break up. She snickered to herself and slid her hand down over his manhood; yes there were definitely perks to being with Mark. She pulled her hand away and dropped the sheet back down and went back to looking at him.

She couldn't lie about the fact that she cared for this man in ways that she didn't altogether understand. Sometimes being with him made her weak in the knees and other times it just warmed her heart and made her realize how lucky she really was to have met him in the bar that first night. Callie mentally kicked herself for violating her number one rule…never say you love someone during sex. But last night she had said it not once but twice. And she had meant it both times. She didn't know how she'd be able to look Mark in the eyes. She analyzed his face as he slept: his strong and angled jaw, his perfectly trimmed facial hair that always seemed to tickle her when they were in the throes of making mad passionate love, his perfect eyebrows that seemed to always give him a devilish countenance, and his ears he had such perfect ears. Her finger lightly traced his lobe. She snickered to herself. Or maybe it was the way that Mark truly cared about her. She could remember him taking her boots off of her last night and tucking her in on the couch. In fact Mark had been a gentleman it was Callie that had propositioned him in the kitchen. And he had taken her right there on the kitchen floor and twice more in his bed. Callie felt a very familiar tingle between her thighs as she thought about last night. She shook her head knowing that if she thought about it too long she would wake Mark up for an encore.

Callie moved the sheet gingerly away from her body and tried to slip out of the bed with her dignity intact. As she went to move she felt a strong arm flop across her mid-section and then a leg flopped over her leg effectively pinning her to the bed. Callie glanced over at Mark with wild and suspicious eyes. Was he awake and trying to keep her from fleeing? Or was he fast asleep and this was just a horrible coincidence? Callie peered over at Mark's face trying to see if he was awake but was rewarded with only soft snores leaving his mouth as his chest lightly heaved in his sleep. Callie was resigned to laying there and going back to sleep or she'd have to move his arm and leg and risk waking him up. And if he was awake that would mean a conversation about why she was trying to leave his bed. That was one conversation she was far too hung over to have. So instead Callie curled up body up against Mark's nude form and closed her eyes tiredly. "I don't know how you do it Mark…you make me love you."

Mark was doing his best not to smirk at Callie's defeat. Hearing the words love float from her lips felt strange to him. He knew that she was trying to escape his bed and him. But he would not allow that this morning. It had been a very long time since he had enjoyed the bounty that was Callie's curvaceous body and he was not about to let her slink from his bed in shame before he was treated with another romp in the sack. But he knew he also had to play his cards right, she was sure to protest she always did when she was sober enough to care. So instead of making his move he laid there with his arm and leg trapping her in bed with him.

Mark had been awake for 30 minutes longer than Callie. He had been watching her sleep until he realized that she was starting to wake up. So much had happened to the both of them they had both been in other relationships and yet they always seemed to find their way back to one another. In a sexual way that is… and in his mildly hung over state Mark was willing to think of the possibilities. He was willing to think of what life would be like with Torres as his steady….something. And that was the trouble. He didn't know what he wanted Callie to be and he certainly couldn't ask her to be his something. He would incur a wrath that few had ever seen before. No…he couldn't say anything until he knew what he wanted her to be and in the meantime he had to stop her from finding a new relationship with a woman or a man. Mark had to chuckle to himself Callie was definitely going to be a challenge. She was an attractive, confident, successful woman she'd have a lot of people interested in her and he'd have to find a way to keep them all away. So Mark's plan was to ply her with as much sex as either one of them could take. Who knew that Mark planning a celebration for Derek at Joe's bar would have ended with Callie in his bed yet again? Now he just had to make sure he was able to keep her there longer than the morning, but for now he needed sleep too. He closed his eyes tiredly surrendering to his exhaustion.

Callie slept for another three hours before she woke up again. She groaned softly and realized that Mark's body parts were still trapping her in the bed but now Mark's eyes were open and he was grinning at her like Cheshire cat. Callie said "I am glad that you are awake…you can let me out of bed. I feel a bit like a caged animal." said Callie laughing softly.

"A caged animal?" asked Mark with a chuckle. "You looked rather comfortable while you were asleep." Mark said "No…I don't think I can let you out of the bed. I think we have a problem." Mark smirked a little pressing against her more. Mark slid his hand down her abdomen and started teasing her some with his fingers.

"Problem? What problem?" asked Callie. She paused feeling his hardened manhood pressed against her bare thigh and her eyes widened and her mouth fell open a little. Callie laughed softly and said "Oh no no no. I asked you for sexual sorbet…last night. You said I needed a sexual palate cleanser after my break up…we did that last night…three times." said Callie. She gasped feeling his fingers. "Mark!"

Mark chuckled at her expression and rolled them over so that he was on top of her. He tossed the sheet that had been covering both of them to the floor. "Like it or not Torres we are good together and we are never better together than when I am between your legs…like so." Mark's hands went to her thighs pulling them apart and he nestled himself between them. He leaned in and kissed her softly as he teasingly rubbed himself against her opening. "You know you want to. You are just resisting because you think it is the right thing to do."

Callie bit her lip to stop a moan from slipping from her lips as Mark nestled himself between her legs. "Last night was a onetime only sort of thing."

Mark said "Mmmhmm…which is why you tried to sneak out of bed this morning…where were you going by the way?" He laughed since Callie had moved in with him so it wasn't as if she could have left his apartment. Mark kissed her neck and then moved down to her breasts. He linked their fingers together and moved her hands over her head. He gently thrust against her and winked. "You felt me up too." said Mark with a smirk.

Callie's eyes narrowed and she frowned in mock anger. "You were awake?" asked Callie looking at him. She tried to free her hands from his grip. "You are such a bastard Sloan!" said Callie laughing a little. "I was going to go sleep on the couch…" She bit her lip trying to suppress a moan.

Mark chuckled and said "Yes, I was awake the entire time. You were so gently and loving. I thought you were going to screw me while I was asleep. So why are you trying to run away from me? You know I'll always catch you Torres."

"Just shut up and kiss me Sloan." said Callie kissing Mark. Mark inspired a special brand of passion deep inside of her. He knew just the right things to say to her.

Mark smirked knowing he had hit a button. He wanted to question her more but his lower half was urging him to shut up and make love to the beautiful woman lying under him. Mark let out a guttural groan as he slipped inside of Callie. Mark's head was pounding from the hangover but he intended to savor this moment with Callie. Mark moved in slow deliberate strokes watching Callie's face contort in ecstasy. Mark smirked seeing he affect he was having on her at the moment. He sped up his movements eliciting louder moans from Callie.

Callie's moans grew to a fevered pitch as she curled her legs around his body pulling him closer against her. The two of them thrashed around in the heat of passion until they both arrived at an earth-shattering climax. Callie panted attempting to catch her breath. "I swear you need to publish a book on your techniques Sloan. You are amazing."

Mark kissed her and said "Oh yeah another satisfied customer." He laughed and then kissed her again. He rolled to his side and collected her into his arms. "Why are you trying to run away from me?" asked Mark looking at her.

"What are you talking about? I didn't even move." said Callie confused. She was too busy basking in the afterglow to even think about moving.

"No…I mean earlier…" said Mark chuckling. He lightly brushed the hair away from her face. "This haircut is sexy you know that….."

"Do we have to talk about this right now? You know why anyway…why do we have to say it out loud?" asked Callie frowning. She poked her lip out a little. "Can't we just lay here together and be comfortable?"

Mark said "We are laying here and we both appear to be quite comfortable. We had sex there is nothing wrong with that right?"

Callie laughed and said "Of course nothing is wrong with that. I like having sex with you….hence why it has happened so many times. What is your point?"

"My point is if you aren't ashamed of the sex then why are you trying to sneak out of the bed?" asked Mark with a smirk.

She frowned and said "Because I am embarrassed about what I said to you last night…do you remember what I said while we were having sex?"

Mark laughed and said "You said a lot of things…most of which were telling me how good it felt." Mark knew what she was talking about. He vividly remembered her saying that she loved him but he knew saying he remembered would just make things worse. "Do you remember that time you had chicken pox?"

Callie relaxed feeling better knowing that he didn't remember what she said. Callie made a face at him. "Yes, I do…I was so miserable…but then you showed up in my room and laid in my bed with me and rubbed me down and it made the itching feel so much better. You really took care of me…you always do. I don't know how I got so lucky to find a friend like you."

He smirked and said "You picked me up in a bar. You take care of me too…you were there for me when I needed you. And I've needed you a lot. No one is going to understand us the way that we understand one another. And no one we date is going to understand the relationship you and I have with one another, because at the end of the day…we will always come back to one another. Aside from Derek you are my best friend."

"Well, aside from Cristina you are my best friend too. I know that you are going to accept me no matter what…I mean I might have never dealt with my bisexuality if it hadn't been for you giving me that push." said Callie. She looked at the expression on Mark's face. "Do you ever regret it? I mean because we were…sort of seeing each other at the time."

Mark shook his head and said "You needed to explore that side of yourself. You are still young…you are trying to figure out who you are. You won't be able to be happy until you are able to be yourself. I missed having sex with you though. I know that much."

Callie laughed and said "Well, I missed having sex with you too. You are like maestro in the sack and you know it. That is what makes your cockiness worse. Thank you for letting me stay here with you until I can get settled again. Starting over again feels so weird but it feels good too. At first I was hurt and angry but in the end I realized that Arizona and I weren't going to last and it was better that she broke up with me here and not half way around the world."

"I know it will sound selfish but I am glad that she dumped you too. I didn't really want you leaving me. Who else would I talk over my problems with?" asked Mark laughing.

"Speaking of problems…how are things with Little Grey?" asked Callie. She was curious about what if anything was going on there. She knew things had been rocky since before the shooting at the hospital.

Mark shook his head and said "They aren't…and the worst part is…I thought I'd be more upset about it but I'm not really." That was mostly because he had his sights set on Callie.

"Well, we can both get over our break ups together. The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else." quipped Callie with a smirk. "I don't know how you do it Sloan but you always make me want you even when I know better." She kissed him and relaxed against his body. When she was with him she felt safe and happy.

"What can I say? I am irresistible. But then so are you…I had no intention of having sex with you last night…but you looked so sexy and vulnerable when you asked me in the kitchen. I just had to have you right then and there…like I could make love to you long enough that your pain would disappear." said Mark more tenderly than he had intended but those were his true emotions.

Callie looked into his eyes a moment and smiled. "You did…you made my pain go away…and you made me feel like I was loved…even if it was just for one night."

"What if it didn't have to just be for one night?" asked Mark looking into her brown eyes. His fingers interlaced in her hair as he kissed her softly.

"What do you mean?"asked Callie softly looking at him after the kiss. Her eyes searched his trying to figure out what he meant.

"I care about you Callie. I like being with you and I think you like being with me too….we keep trying on other relationships that only sort of work but we work together…we are good together." said Mark.

She smiled softly. "Well, we are good together. And if we are going to fail at relationships…why not give the two of us a try? Is that what you are saying?"

He laughed and said 'Not in those words but yes that is what I am saying to you. So what do you think about that?"

She laughed and said "I think that I might be interested in that."

Mark on top of her and laughed. He kissed her. "I am glad that you are interested because I am interested. I am interested in something too…."

"Get off of me Sloan. I am starving Mark. We need something to eat. What do you have in the kitchen?" asked Callie laughing. She squirmed trying to move his body off of hers.

Mark laughed and said "You know moving like that is just turning me on. There isn't much in the kitchen. I kind of need to do some shopping." He rolled off of her and flopped onto his back on the bed. "What do you want to eat? "One of us is going to have to go out and pick up stuff. I nominate you."

Callie laughed and climbed out of his bed. "You nominate me?" She laughed. "I am going to get a shower since you nominate me." She headed into his bathroom and got a quick shower. Afterward she got dressed and climbed onto Mark's bed. "What do you want me to pick up?"

"Oooh go to that place that has the really good ravioli. Get my favorite." said Mark. He was stretched out in the bed looking like he was ready to fall asleep.

She laughed and said "You are getting old Sloan. Have sex with me once and then you are ready to go to sleep. I will pick up lunch and I will be back. I can't believe you are sending me 30 minutes away for lunch! I expect some after lunch sex for this."

Mark laughed and said "I am not old we've had sex like 4 times in less than 12 hours! And we can have as much as sex as you want baby when you get back. I just need to refuel."

Callie laughed and said "Fine I'll be back soon." She stopped at his bedroom door. "I love you Mark." She stood there for a moment wondering if he'd say it back.

Mark laid there not sure what to say he was on the spot. "Make sure you get garlic bread."

Callie just shook her head a little and said "Of course. Who could forget that?" Callie walked out of the room and left the apartment.

Mark put a pillow over his face. He couldn't believe he responded to I love you with…garlic bread. He was just caught off guard. He'd be able to tell her when she came back. Mark pulled himself out of the bed and lit a few candles in the room. He figured he was setting the mood for when she returned.

The minutes ticked away and soon 30 minutes turned into an hour and then into two hours. Mark had been calling Callie's cell phone but wasn't getting an answer. He was starting to worry that he had pissed her off. Just then his phone rang. Mark answered the phone on the first ring. "Callie, I'm sorry." blurted out Mark thinking that it was Callie on the other line.

No…Mark it is…Derek. You need to get to the hospital…now. Callie…was shot...Mark…and she's bad off." said Derek not sure how else to tell his friend.

Mark stared off into space his brain unable to understand the words coming from Derek's mouth. Derek was still talking but Mark couldn't comprehend anything at the moment. Mark hung up on Derek and got out of bed quickly. He put on a pair of gym shoes and hurriedly pulled on the same shirt from the previous night. He grabbed his wallet and keys and ran out of his apartment.

[Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital]

Chief Webber looked at the disheveled and distraught man. "Get him out of here!" yelled Webber as he and Owen Hunt worked to save Callie's life. Webber was covered in Callie's blood.

Derek stood in front of his friend glancing into the OR watching Chief Webber attempting to shock Callie's heart back into rhythm.