Thank you for all the reviews and follows! I very much appreciate all the love this fanfic is getting even though there's only been one chapter so far, and for that, you guys rock! Some Calzona fans went crazy on how I tagged Arizona's name on the information button but oh well, there's no other choice. They went on this long rant about my grammar, which is by the way proficient you haters, and it was the most hilarious thing I've ever seen! Sending a review that has all these negative comments about a fanfic using profanities under anonymous to a 14 year old doesn't make you more mature than you are now. No matter how much you think of this story, I will continue this with passion, and the one who cannot stand Jolie can leave, which I already said from the beginning.
Thunder...loud raging thunders were the only sound roaming around her eardrums. Her eyesight left her nothing but to see flickering lights above her. She felt droplets beneath her scalp rolling down every second with no identification where it was coming from. Moments later, a loud gasp left her lips as she knew exactly where she was standing. It was the night of the storm.
The moment when she figured it all out, the lights above her flickered one by one showing her where she was. Her heart rather skipped four beats a second the longer she stood by the pale door. A door so simple, so plain, that you could only think of its innocence.
Doors were mainly structured to be opened or closed, to be the object that blocks something or someone from publicity, used to control the atmosphere within space so that interiors may be more effectively heated, they act as barrier to noise. The plain door she was standing in front of, was the same door that hid the love of her life making love with the woman she just had met. The woman who broke their love affair, the woman who shattered her heart, and the woman who now took her lovers heart. All thanks to a plain door that now opened slowly, showing a view of a couple under a blanket gasping for air while in motion. She could feel the heat coming from the women in front of her. She tried to yell, scream even; but it didn't work. No sound came out from her throat that was now throbbing.
Soon enough, the bodies that were just rocking each other stopped and escaped their heads from the blankets directly looking at the Latina who just now fell on her knees crying. Both women gave Latina a smirk, but went back to their actions of rocking when Callie finally received her voice and screamed.
"NOOOOOOOOOO! STOP!" Callie screamed, the sound of thunder beating her own raspy voice that made her stop eventually from screaming, but it was too loud to alert the brunette who was sleeping on the couch. Moments later, she heard loud footsteps coming from the living room heading to her door. Surprised at her own vision, she saw a sleepy resident squinting at Callie's room. "Jo?" she whispered.
Jo quickly opened her eyes and fixed her posture for the Latina who was now wide awake. "Dr. Torres, is everything alright? I heard a scream."
"Y-yeah. I'm doing fine. I just have a headache, that's all." She looked around not remembering how she got home, "What are you doing here?"
Jo stood still not moving an inch while Callie lit the lamp by her night stand. "Oh, you don't remember?" Callie just looked at her with confusion, "Well you invited me to go to Joe's but when I got there, you already drank too many shots and Mark couldn't pick you up because he's out of the city, so I just dropped you off, but with the time, I decided to take a nap instead of driving back and forth. I hope you don't mind."
"Don't be silly, of course I don't mind! You saved me from loosing myself on to the streets with Mark Sloan searching for me the next day but to find me in the desert of Las Vegas with a mugshot everywhere because I stole a penguin from the zoo." Jo just stared at her with an eyebrow raised probably thinking that she was not any close to being sober, which was true. While laughing, Callie felt a little fizz inside her body that made her gag. From being inside her own body for almost 3 decades, she memorized what little things do to her and certainly this "fizz" was not something to ignore. Before she could run to the bathroom, what she tried to keep down, went up and drowned Callie's journals with mostly two days of meal and tequila shots. She quickly murmured, but everything went out of her mouth too fast. "I need to go to the hospital, I think I'm food poisoned!"
Shane picked up the phone with sleepiness controlling his voice. "Seattle Grace Hospital, how can I-"
"SHANE I'M 3 MINUTES AWAY FROM THE HOSPITAL. I HAVE DR. TORRES WITH ME AND SHE'S NOT DOING VERY WELL." Shane could hear Callie from the other line telling Jo that she was being too loud, "BE READY! I'M HERE!"
Jo swooped in the paramedic zone not caring if there would be a paramedic coming her way and destroying her car. What mattered to her was to get Callie scanned and fix whatever was wrong with her. But before she could enter the exam room, she was stopped by Dr. Hunt and Dr. Grey rushing inside. "What happened?"
"Uh I don't know, I just woke up with her screaming and then we talked and the next thing I know she threw up and told me to bring her here!" Both doctors could tell Callie wasn't the only person who needed to be checked out. The brunette herself looked like a ghost due to her paleness and her shaking.
Hunt went in and examined Callie while Meredith dragged Jo to one of the cots in the E.R. "So were you and Torres-"
Jo simply shook her head while she looked down on the floor. "Nope just colleagues."
"I wasn't even gonna ask that, silly. I was going to ask if you guys were exposed to something you think that might have made Callie sick?"
"Not that I know of... I think it was just the tequila she drank a while ago."
Suddenly Mark Sloan came rushing in the E.R. with his O.R. gown still connected to his body. "What happened?"
Meredith called for his attention and he quickly approached the two women. "Apparently Callie had too many to drink and probably got food poisoned."
He slowly rubbed his chin while he looked at the exam room, "Who brought her in?"
Meredith turned around and looked at the resident who was still pale, "Jo did."
"Oh?" Suddenly all Mark's worry vanished and formed a grin down his lips. "Were you and Torres-"
Both looked at Mark who was now laughing silently and spoke at the same time, "No."
Their conversation was interrupted when Arizona came down the E.R. with Lauren who looked surprised to see everyone down the room. "Is she okay?"
"And what are you doing here?" Mark angrily asked.
"I'm still her emergency contact."
"Well you're not needed here, you can leave."
Before she could leave the room, she paid attention to the resident who was sitting on the cot with no color flushing through her body. "Why is Jo here? She has rounds in 30 minutes."
Meredith took over Mark who was close to exploding on the blonde. "Whatever Callie has, I think Jo caught it."
She studied Jo but the brunette was still looking down on the ground. "How?"
Meredith didn't answer but Mark faced the blonde with a smirk on his face. "Because they were sleeping together. So can you leave now?"
"Very well, I guess so."