Author: minyota
Title: Love Is Always Stronger
Disclaimer: - nothing belongs to me - all shonda's
Rating: G
Summary: Love is always stronger ... even though that's sometimes hard to believe. A try on what should have happened after the fatal night, when Erica left Callie in front of the hospital...

Author's Note: This is my first try on an actual fanfiction, apart from some poems I wrote. I'm not native in English, which is why I always had doubts, whether to put this story, that has rested on my computer for quite some time, finally online... But well, here it is ;) And at this part also a BIG THANKS to Munkie who beta'd the story!

Hope you enjoy reading!

+ I would die for some feedback :)

Her words still echo in my mind.

I don't know you ... at all.

I see her figure leaving. Without turning around she heads to the parking lot. I'm still standing there in the exact same spot, unable to do anything, unable to move, even unable to think. I just stand there, starring after her.

I don't know you ... at all.

I want to call out her name, but my mouth isn't able to form a word. I want to run after her, but my feet are not moving. So I'm standing here, watching her leaving, unable to do anything to stop her.

When her figure vanishes behind the corner of the hospital building and I can't see her any more, tears start to fill my eyes. I still can't think clearly and my head still can't process what just happened. All that's in my head, is her last words and the utterly defeated look on her face when she looked at me before she turned around and left.

I don't know you ... at all.

She left. Erica left me. And when this information finally reaches my head, I can't hold back the tears anymore and they roll down my cheeks uncontrolled as the first sob escapes my mouth.

As if the weather would want to express how I feel just now, I realize that it has started to rain. Little drops patter on my face, mixing with the salty tears running down my cheeks.

I don't know how long I've been standing here, outside the hospital in the rain, still staring in the direction Erica had left. I feel the wet fabric of my clothes cold against my skin and my wet hair is stuck to my face. But I don't care. I don't care about the rain or my wet clothes. I don't care about the icy wind or that I'm shivering.

It somehow feels good. It makes me feel better, as I think that this is what I deserve. I can't blame her for what happened tonight. I know that it was me who brought her to this point. That it was me, who left first by pushing her away when she opened up to me. She let me see her real self. Not just Doctor Hahn, the famous, unemotional, always correct and professional kick ass Cardio Goddess, but Erica, the woman that cries in her locked office when nobody sees her after losing a patient, that is scared of thunderstorms at night, that cuddles in bed after sex and that you need to hold and tell her that you won't leave so that she is able to go to sleep.

She let me see her vulnerability and her insecurity and I trampled her trust underfoot. I don't deserve to be happy. I don't deserve to be loved by a woman like Erica and most of all I don't deserve Erica herself.

tbc..?