Sadly, I just don't own Grey's Anatomy, and every day my person and I are very upset by this matter. Oh well. But seriously if anything here is like/quoted in Grey's I just am using my creative thinking and not trying to steal Shonda's thunder, she is clearly a genius... I am not. Enjoy! Please Please Please review! -Also any mistakes are my own, I don't Beta.
There was no way in hell that Callie Torres could make it down the aisle. If there was ever a medically diagnosed case of cold feet, her's were frozen solid. How she made it this far was a mystery to her.
When did I become so small? Callie speculated.
The first deep thoughts filtered through Callie's cerebrum after she had woken at 6:32 a.m. in her bathroom on the cold hard tile. Due to the extreme nausea she had after Arizona left, she thought wrapping up into her cushy comforter and stationing herself by the toilet would be a safe call.
I caused this shit show. How could I just play with her emotions? But she wasn't very resistant to the idea of an affair...How could I just lead her on? And then expect her to be okay with me getting married to George? Oh dear lord, George. How could I lead George on for God's sake?
It all circled back though to the question, how did she become so small?
She was Callie, friend of Bailey, it was inherent for her to be strong and forward. Her motto was to speak softly and carry a big stick, like Teddy Roosevelt. Of course, she occasionally verbally slapped people into reality to get her way, but it was always in the best interest of her patient.
When she met George she wasn't small. She was merely having a moment of falter after the Erica Hahn debacle. She needed someone to hold her hand, a guy to remind her what it was like to be petty-drama free, unlike with Erica. It didn't mean she was gonna stay small forever; at least she didn't plan on it. When George asked her out, she figured it would be either a sex date - sort of a palate cleanser, or, it could have been some talking and maybe a kiss at the end of the night, this all depended on how drunk she had gotten.
The night was smoothly rolling by, George and Callie had established a strong rapport causing the conversation to be so natural, that Callie couldn't decide if she wanted to sling back another shot of tequila or to keep the liquid social lubricant out of her system... it was really just a matter of how horny she was, which of course would be influenced by alcohol, but she really couldn't decide.
As if the bartender Joe was reading her mind, he set another glass in front of her.
"Compliments of the blonde doc over there," he motioned to the other end of the bar.
Callie's eyes followed Joe's gesture and gave a confused face towards the other surgeon. She had seen her in the halls but God what was her name, she was the Peds attending, and it definitely started with an R... Oh what did it matter, Callie was just sent a drink by her, which was more important.
"You looked like you were contemplating another drink, thought I would just help you out!" The blonde doctor sang across the room with an exorbitant smile on her face, "I'm Arizona Robbins, we can talk sometime at the hospital, the drink was an extra boost for your date!" She said unabashed, and leaning down to suck on her straw of the drink she had.
"Thanks..." Callie said, not sure whether this was a compliment or an insult, she was certain that the doctor was cute though, she would be hitting up the pediatric wing tomorrow. Right now though, with another shot glass back, Callie was really in the mood to start being the rambling drunk she was.
Two more shots of tequila later...
"So then," she heaved in a breath turning her gaze back to O'Malley, "after all that ascribed sexual tension between Erica and I, I really just was like 'Fuck it,' and then I made her come over and we had lady sex," Callie leaned in as she said the last part as if it was a huge secret that the entire hospital didn't already know, "but it was supposed to be mind-blowing for Christ sake she cried in the morning saying I was her glasses with leaves and well therevelationwasjust just... just ...just not reciprocated and god it was SO awkward and then we broke up then got together... then broke up," she said using her hands to weigh back and forth between her relationship status.
"Um... I think maybe I should drive you home now Callie, you've been charming all night, but this tequila isn't going to like you like it did tonight," George laughed soberly.
"I guess... I have to pee though," Callie said as she got up and tottered towards the lady's room.
After relieving herself, she sighed in front of the mirror and started washing her hands. Then started to cry.
Damn it. She thought. Stupid alcohol.
Just as she started wiping off her face, Dr. Robbins walked in.
After some conversation that included Arizona mildly pep talking Callie out of her break up sadness by telling her she will have people lining up for her, Callie giggled, not fully sure if she should take the Peds doctor seriously.
"Want to give me some names?" Callie requested.
It was that question that changed the whole game. The blonde leaned in, placing her strong hand on Callie's cheek and pressed her lips firmly against the Ortho surgeon's just enough to make her want more. Then the meeting broke and Arizona cocked her head to the side, not breaking eye contact with Callie.
"I think you'll know," Robbins said subtly.
Usually a girl goes to the bathroom to call her friends and to discuss how the date is, getting advice on whether or not it's worth going to his apartment later. Instead, she was fronted by a colleagues lips and they were not George's. But she took more pleasure in it than she had anticipated.
The starter gun had shot, and the race between Arizona and George was on, even if Callie deflected the idea of even starting a serious relationship with either. She had just gotten out of a messy relationship with Hahn and couldn't fathom doing it again anytime soon. She granted herself time to get passed the messy sadness, in lieu of her being interested in George and Arizona.
With George, or rather boys in general, it was easy, the straight relationship was one that she comprehended and excelled in for her whole life. With Arizona, or girls in general, it was something fresh, but the whole idea of a girl was sort of tainted by Erica, but Callie had bad experiences with men too... and she had been in the dark about it until recently when she was let out of the closet. Both girls and boys gave her great feelings.
You're only on a first date with a guy Torres... and well.. Arizona isn't even a date yet so what the hell are you thinking, just enjoy this date go back to the table and pretend like nothing happened! Callie rallied for herself. Even if something definitely just did.
Choosing the easy side, George, Callie figured that avoiding Dr. Robbins at all costs would be the easiest solution, if she went cold turkey on girls and just left herself to a boy, it would cut the drama in half and she could still be happy.
Or so she assumed.
Day after day Robbins approached her, one way or another it was if Robbins was in control of 'divine intervention' and forced them to cross paths. The Peds surgeon even got lucky enough to have a child that needed a hip replacement so Callie was stuck in an OR with her for a good three hours, where Arizona flirted in the most subtle ways, from brushing Callie's hand to grabbing a scalpel at the same time ... by "chance." She ended by asking Torres to accompany her to lunch, to which Callie politely declined.
It happened the next day and the day after that, from stopping by the same coffee cart in the morning or getting charts from the same nurses station - Why Robbins was getting child charts from the adult surgical wing Callie hadn't a clue - and Arizona continuously sweet talked her and tried to take her to lunch.
While the romancing of Calliope Torres was going on in Arizona's scope of view, George was not giving up either. There had been some spark there, just like there was with Arizona. He would ask to get put on her services and most days he would, but it seemed every time Callie was approached by Robbins, George wasn't there. George gushed over the techniques she used in the OR, he brought her morning coffee with milk in it because he knew that she hated the artificial creamer. He had put a flower in her locker one day and left a note that read in some hacked, obviously Google Translated Spanish desde entonces hemos hablado, no puedo dejar de pensar en ti, which meant that he couldn't stop thinking about her ever since he met her.
He was undoubtedly trying to swoon her in his direction, and he didn't even know that he had competition.
On the day she received the flower she sat down with Addison in the cafeteria at lunch, munching aggressively on a carrot.
"Something wrong?" Addison queried, knowing she was about to get a huge lowdown of Torres' turbulence, but that was what best friends are for. Addison figured if Callie hadn't told Mark yet (which Callie hadn't because no gossip was spread to Montgomery's ears yet) it meant that it was something really confidential, meant for girls ears, not Mark's.
"The hot Peds attending kissed me … on my first date with George," Callie admitted. She had been holding it in for a while now concluding that if she didn't talk about it, it would just go away and the decision would figure itself out. "I didn't bring it up to Mark seeing he would've told you and he had to put up with all my Erica shit. Plus, you're the one who asked first if I was 'speaking the vagina monologues,'" Callie air quoted Addison. "So yeah, and both have been trying to get me to go out with them since then, and neither of them know about each other."
"Why can't you go out with one of them?" Addison asked.
"Because then … then I have to actually hurt the other one by saying I am not interested then causing even more drama in the hospital after I start dating the one I choose," Callie sighed exasperated. "And we all know how much drama has been spreading about me lately."
Addison had known, with Callie dating a woman, then getting dumped by Hahn, twice, and sleeping with Mark Sloan, she had been getting around - verbally.
"I challenge you, forget what others will think right now, the next one to ask you out, you say yes," Addison declared with confidence.
"Challenge accepted," Callie smiled.
And the next day when the Peds surgeon Heelied up to her, she said yes.