Title: Braces Not Glasses 1/?
Author: Jay
Rating: On the cusp of R
Pairing: The only one really significant Callie/Erica
Summary: Picks off after Erica walks of, leaving Callie in the parking lot at Seattle Grace. In my mind the time between Callie telling Erica she slept with Mark twice and the unwanted return of Denny is about a month or so instead of a few days or a week.
Disclaimer: Well obviously if I owned Grey's the world of Callica would be a happier place because it would be Callica almost 24/7.
AN: Could possibly become a lengthy series depends on how the feedback goes.
Braces Not Glasses
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Move your ass Torres!
Shit! Do something besides standing here! Go after her or at least scream!
But Callie couldn't move. Her mind just seemed to stop working the moment Erica turned around and began to walk away from her. Then suddenly, almost as if the wind itself did the action, her thoughts came back in her mind as they collided with one another. She watched as Erica's car pulled away from the parking lot with a loud screech of the tires as she flew away from Callie and whatever remained of their relationship.
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Erica pulled her car into her drive way. Her own home seemed to be a foreign place to her heart as she turned off the car.
Jesus Erica, you act as though this hasn't happened before. You act as though you didn't see this coming. You should have known better.
Erica made her way from her garage into her kitchen. She let out a deep sigh and tried to stop the tears that deeply wanted to be released from her eyes. She immediately went over to her fridge and had to stop herself from grabbing the bottle of red wine she had come so used to going after when she usually came into the fridge wanting a drink. Instead she grabbed a beer and made her way to her living room, only to stop midway and go back and grab the entire six pack.
May as well, I'm not going back to Seattle fucking Grace any time soon anyways.
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Callie was sitting in her car. No scratch that, Callie had been sitting in her car for over forty five minutes. For the second time that night she couldn't move because of the actions made by a certain blonde and blue eyed woman that had barreled her way into her life. She closed her eyes for the millionth time and rested her head back on the head rest, attempting to organize her thoughts.
She's going to be pissed.
Ha! She's going to be livid. You wish she would only be pissed.
But she's gonna easy with me. I mean it's us we're talking about here.
Double Ha! It's Erica Hahn Torres. Since when is anything about that woman easy? And maybe you could have you that 'we're talking about us here' path if you didn't choose the ways of Izzie Stevens over Erica.
Damn. That's true.
So I guess we're back to step one?
Yep. .what the hell do I say to Erica?
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What the hell am I going to say to Callie?
Erica was well into her third beer and the thoughts involving Callie Torres were still swimming around in her mind. She had hoped by the second drink she would have been done and over with on what to do with Callie. But, unfortunately her mind refused to shut up. Finally she decided to make a Pro-Con list in her mind.
Alright she slept with Mark Sloan the Man Whore. Definite Con. She makes me smile. Pro. She took Izzie Steven's side. Con. She smells really good. Definite pro. She knows about my fear of water. Um…con? But wait doesn't that mean you trust her enough to let her in? Damn, well I guess that's a pro. She's a pack rat. But she did keep the receipt from your first date so that she could always remember the date. Alright put that one in the pro column as well. She's a slob. Con. But, she does do both of your clothes when she does laundry. So that's another pro. And another pro for that one is she looks really cute dancing in just the boxers I got for her and those huge bug eyed sunglasses.
Soon Erica was doing nothing more but reminiscing about a certain brown eyed woman. Erica downed the rest of her third drink and made her way to her bedroom. She was instantly hit with Callie all around her room. Callie's shoes were right by the door way. Her jacket was hanging over the chair in the corner and those damn sunglasses were sitting on her dresser. Erica didn't even bother to look at the bed, knowing that it still wasn't made up from where the two of them had left it that morning.
What the hell is the matter with you Hahn? You knew it was going to end this way. After all you never get the happy ending.