Her Chance
By RedEmerald (Edited by freakycalzona)

Disclaimer: We own nothing and borrow lots. No, really... lots. Like every other character past or present on Grey's Anatomy which are the sole intellectual property of Shonda Rhimes, Shondaland and ABC.

Ratings: Overall R.

Story Information: This is Alternative Universe fanfiction. None of the characters have the occupations that Shonda Rhimes intended. We simply asked ourselves how career choices can change the directions of the characters lives, but not who they are as a person.

Summary: AU I have no idea she was waiting for me

Pairing: Callie/Erica, Meredith/Cristina, Callie/Arizona

Editor's Note :All the credit to this fic goes to RedEmerald of LE . com I just asked her permission to edit this one for our otp

Chapter 2:

My hips pressed in to stop her squirming, trapping my hand between us, forcing it harder against her. She shuddered, clutching and nearly pulling my coat from my shoulders. Her breathing stopped, breaking off into a series of high-pitched gasps with no exhale, her body tensing and then relaxing several times in rapid succession.

I'd had some intense lovers before, but never had I so strongly felt a woman's body respond to me. I could feel every tremor in her legs, every hitch in her breathing, and every slick, warm flutter in the pussy wrapped tightly around my fingers, clutching them desperately as if she were trying to pull my entire body inside her.

She grabbed my shoulder, kind of lunging up against me as a spasm went through her legs, and my fingers were dislodged as she was forced to lower her leg for balance. I caught her as she nearly fell, but she just pulled my body against hers roughly, our mouths fastening together. Her lips were warm and silky and salty under mine, and her tongue searched desperately in my mouth as our hands battled and scrabbled for control.

She won, at least for the moment, pushing me up against the wall and wrenching at the hem of my dress, trying to pull it upwards. Her efforts were futile – the dress was a bit tight, hugging my thighs, and it would not budge. I felt her grab at the zipper along one side, and grabbed her hand – even in our desperate, heated lust, I wanted to slow down.

She tugged at the zipper pull as her mouth pulled free to fasten on my neck just beneath my ear, sucking at my skin, and I shuddered – I didn't know how, but this girl was getting to me. She seemed to find, without even trying, every spot that made keeping my self-control so very hard. She pulled harder at the zipper, and I wondered if she was going to tear my dress. I tried to grab her wrists, filling my mouth with her neck, her ear, and her shoulder, as far along it as her shirt gave me access.

"God, just..." She hissed, and the zipper gave with a snap. I felt my dress loosen, and immediately, her soft hands were on my thighs, sliding up to my hips, causing me to arch out at her touch. My panties, she had no patience for – I heard those tear. I felt the cool air on my already super-heated pussy, but I couldn't let her touch me just yet – if she touched my pussy, I was going to lose control, and something in me needed to hold on to that.

So I grabbed both her wrists, and pushed her back up against the other wall, kneeing her legs apart and pushing between them. Our thighs, hot and moist and smooth, rubbed together as we writhed and fought, kissing wildly, our heads turning side to side.

The next morning I bolted upright from a sound sleep, blinking around my room and then yawning. I didn't have to wonder long what had woken me – my cordless phone was vibrating on my nightstand. I groped for it as I rubbed my eyes with my other hand.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Cal."

"Oh, sorry I didn't call, Erica." As I continued to wake up, the previous day was seeping back in on me, and I felt tears actually fighting to escape.

"No problem. I figured you'd work."

"Yeah, something like that."

"Come on over. I'll throw some food together."

"That sounds great."

I struggled out of bed, still feeling a bit numb, put on a dress that I usually wore for work meetings, not wanting to feel grungy, and threw on a light coat against the rain I saw drizzling out the window. Then I headed over to Erica's place. She opened the door, totally naked, and handed me a tub of good yogurt and a bowl of fresh cut strawberries. I didn't bother asking why she didn't put the yogurt in the bowl. It was exactly the kind of over-the-top distraction I needed after the day before. By the time we finished showering the sticky remnants of yogurt and fruit off ourselves, I was in a much better mood.

Then we lounged around. Erica watched a movie while I got some work done, just enjoying a peaceful Sunday afternoon together.

It had been a couple hours when Erica's phone rang. She got up to get it.

"Oh, hey Addison. How're you doing? Good. Wait, what? Yeah, she's here, one sec." She walked over, handing me her cordless.

"Hi, Addie," I answered.

"Hey, Cal. We've got a situation."

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Meredith's in the hospital."

I was silent for a moment. I had about twenty questions leap into my mind, but settled for "What?"

"There was a huge scene at dinner – I heard it from Teddy. Meredith's daughter, remember? She called me in a panic in the middle of the night. Meredith and Cristina's sister got into a huge thing, there were people yelling every which way. Eventually, it got bad enough that Cristina's whole family stormed out – half of them have already caught flights home, and the rest hang up as soon as I mention Meredith's name. Apparently, Meredith was all in a huff, half crying over Cristina and half wanting to rip the sister's head off. Then she collapsed. Teddy and Arizona got her to the hospital, but Meredith's in intensive care and doesn't have any other family in town."

I'm pretty sure my expression was blank. "And this involves me how?"

"I know, Cal, I know. I called everybody I could think of to call. Nobody's around. Teddy's falling apart, and Arizona's stuck at the hospital trying to sort things out with the doctors. I'd tried to reach Meredith's people at the firm, but no one's answering, and I don't have their home numbers."

I closed my eyes for a second. "I've got them, I can reach somebody."

"Good, that'll help. That's not the biggest problem, though."

"What is?"

"The ICU's a sealed ward. Meredith and Cristina filed one of those things with their doctor for visitation, but it's mostly Cristina's relatives, and they don't want to talk to me."

I frowned. "So?"

"Arizona got in since she's a direct relative, but no one else can go in, and Meredith won't talk to her – or anybody else, including the doctors. Arizona's getting freaked – from what Teddy's said, Meredith has completely shut down emotionally, and she's refusing everybody's help, so the doctors can't do anything – Arizona had to practically strap her down to keep her in the hospital."

"Okay...so?"

"Cal, you're the only other person on the list who's still in town and didn't hang up on me."

"I'm what?"

"They had one list for both of them, and Cristina must have put you down."

I thought for a moment, trying to figure out what the hell Addison could possibly think I was going to... "No."

"Cal..."

"No, Addison. I am not going down there to talk Meredith through some kind of hysterical episode."

"Look, Arizona's doing her best, but Meredith's refusing to talk to her. You were closest to Cristina – you knew her, and you knew the two of them better than anybody does – anybody who's not hanging up on me, anyway. If anyone can get through to Meredith, maybe something Cristina once told you..."

"That's crazy."

"I don't know what else to try, Cal. Teddy's a wreck, here, and there's no way the hospital will just let co-workers in. I've got no one else to try."

I sighed irritably. "Addison, Meredith's not my problem anymore."

"Callie..." Addison's voice got quiet. "Cristina would have depended on you."

I went still. "That's a cheap shot, Addison."

"I know."

I closed my eyes, rubbing my already aching forehead. "You owe me."

"Oh, god, thanks, Cal. I do owe you."

"Huge. I'll be there as soon as I can." I hung up, turning to Erica, who tossed me my car keys. Her expression said that she had heard enough to know what was happening.

I barely remember the drive to the hospital, and found my way up to the intensive care unit. Addison was in a waiting room with another woman, who was in the midst of what I can only term hysterical weeping.

"Callie," Addison said when I walked in, with Teddy sobbing into her shoulder. She looked helpless, and I fought down an odd urge to laugh out loud.

"I'm here, I'm here," I said sourly. "Where is she?"

"She's using the bathroom," a new voice said from close behind me, and I turned around to look directly into a pair of large blue eyes. The eyes were framed by light blonde locks that fell around a delicate, narrow face. She wore a faded blue button-up shirt and a denim skirt – the sort of clothes you throw on when you leave a hotel room in a hurry.

"I'm guessing you're Arizona," I held out my hand.

"I know you're Callie," she greeted me, shaking my hand firmly. "I've heard a lot about you."

"You have?" I asked in surprise, with a sinking feeling that I might have wasted my time coming all the way down here. "Uh oh."

She smiled a smile that said she would have laughed if her mother weren't in the hospital. "No, don't worry, mostly from Cris. We talked almost every day."

"Really." My voice was fairly ungracious, I suppose – I wondered why Cristina had never bothered to mention her to me.

"You meant a lot to her – I saw you at the service yesterday, but Mom didn't want anyone to talk to you."

I felt my forehead wrinkling. "You're not lobbying very well for me to go in there."

She smiled that smile again. "I'll bet." She looked past me at Addison. "How's she doing?"

I turned as well. Teddy was still sobbing. Addison glanced at her, then back up at us. The helpless confusion on her face was priceless. I would have laughed, if it weren't...whatever.

"All right, fine, fine, fine," I growled. "Let's just get this over with."