Author Devylish
Title Best Laid Plans
Chapter The Kiss We Missed (3/?)
Fandom Grey's Anatomy
Pair Derk/Callie
Rating PG13
Words 2173
Warning/Spoiler/Summary None. None. Derek and Callie get to know one another.
Disclaimer All publicly recognizable characters, settings, plot, etc. are the property of the creators of the TV show Grey's Anatomy. Any original characters, settings and plots are the property of devylish. devylish is in no way associated with the TV show Grey's Anatomy and no copyright infringement is intended. This work is an amateur fan effort and no profit is being made.
Derek was mentally kicking his own ass as he scrubbed down from his last surgery. It had been four days since he last saw Callie. Four days since he kissed her. Stupid stupid stupid Derek! But she'd been there. And he'd been there. And she was looking up at him with those stunning, big, brown eyes of hers. And they'd had a good day. An amazing day; good conversation, good food, and electricity. He'd felt the sparks jumping back and forth and back and forth.
So he'd kissed her. And damn it, she'd kissed him back! She'd kissed him back!
So why hadn't he seen her in –
"Nice job in there." Sloan stepped up to the sink.
"You too, those grafts on her face should work out great."
They stood in silence for a few seconds.
"Any sign of Callie yet?"
"No." His answer was short and terse.
More silence.
"Well, the way I read it, we have a few options here. 1) she could be really really reallllly busy which is why you haven't seen her in nearly a week. Problem with that option is that Seattle Grace isn't that big of a hospital, people can't lose a secret in this place, much less a live human. Option 2) she hates you. And hated 'your kiss'." Sloan air quoted the words 'your kiss'. "Maybe your breath isn't as pleasing as you think. Did you test it before going in? Nothing worse than garlic or onions when you're mouth-to-mouth."
Derek turned off the water and gave Sloan the finger.
"Option #3)," Sloan continued unperturbed. "She likes you." He looked up at Derek. "She's softer than she lets on."
"Softer?"
"I think she comes across as a tough ass bitch. And don't get me wrong, If I was in a fight, I'd want Callie -- and Yang… oh and obviously, Hunt -- on my side." Mark looked into the sink, "That would be a kick ass gang. I mean –"
Derek cleared his throat and raised a brow.
"Right, anyway, Callie comes across as tough. But she's soft on the inside. And if she feels she is in danger… she'll do whatever she can to avoid being hurt." Sloan turned off his water.
"You're saying I'm dangerous to her?"
Sloan shrugged, his moment of enlightenment done. "You don't freak me out, buddy, but to a woman…? Maybe you're just too McDreamy."
***
Derek Shepherd kissed me.
Derek fucking Shepherd kissed me.
And… oh yeah… I kissed him back.
It was… it was amazing. Scarily amazing. It was the kind of kiss that sent heat rushing to your belly and tingles to your toes, and made you wonder about the true purpose of lips. (Clearly, they were meant for kissing… and more importantly, they were meant for THIS kiss.)
He'd driven her back to the Save Some parking lot -- the sun fading in the sky, casting a hazy orange hue over everything – and before she knew what he was doing, he had hopped out of his Rover, and sprinted around to the passenger door, holding it open for her.
The quiet calm of the ride back to town, the fact that she'd just spent the whole day with him all combined to … well discombobulate her. She took his proffered hand, and climbed out of the truck. She let him lead her over to her car, not even the inkling of a thought that he was being anything other than gentlemanly crossing through her mind.
So when she turned to face him, turned to say goodnight and send him on his way, she was surprised at how close he was. She was even more surprised when she felt his hands on her hips. And it was definitely surprise that made her lips part when he leaned forward, dipping his head ever so slightly, and touched his mouth to hers.
Apparently, Derek Shepherd exceeded at multiple things. Neurosurgeon, chef, and consummate kisser. His perfection was unfair. And clearly aimed at the wrong person.
Callie had pulled away from him, her hand dropping from his chest and fumbling with her keys as she opened her car door.
"Torres? Callie?"
As she shut the car door she managed a muffled, mortified, "I'll see you later Derek." She peeled out of the parking lot, leaving him standing there looking just about as confused as she felt.
***
Being kissed by Derek Shepherd was bad… in a 'how could something so obviously wrong feel so good' kind of way.
She was sitting in one of the hospital conference rooms, her lap top open in front of her, seemingly studying Mr. Batings records, but her mind was lost in the memory of the kiss.
"Okay, spill." Christina plopped down beside her.
"Huh? What?"
"Spill. Share. Give me some…. I want to know what the fuck is making you smile like an idiot; and if it's shareable, I want some."
"Smile like an idiot?"
"You've been floating around the hospital for the last three days like a fucking angel, all wings and smiles and haloey…it's disgusting. And I want some."
Callie laughed. "I don't know what you're talking about. So what If I'm smiling, I smile. I often smile. I'm a smiler."
"Bullshit." Yang flipped open her own laptop. "Well okay, you smile sometimes, but this has been almost continual smileage. It's… it's wrong."
"Only you would find smiling a sign of wrongness."
"… yeah well I know you, and you don't glow this way." Her eyes shot up to Callie's. "Oh god! Are you pregnant?!"
"What?! No! NO! We'd have to go a helluva lot further to get me to pregnant!"
"We? Who's we?" Yang leaned forward. "You've 'gone somewhere' with 'someone' that if taken further could get you pregnant?"
"No! Down Yang!" Callie tinged pink but kept her eyes focused on her computer screen.
"Well, I know it's not Owen." Yang examined Callie.
"What's not Owen?"
"The person you've been messing with, the person who's put a smile on your face…. My man is happy. So he's not going anywhere else for lovin'. " She settled back in her seat. "You and Arizona, so over with. Addison is still in la la land." She was ticking people off on her fingers. "Sloan is ho-ing Lexie still." She peered carefully at Callie, "Unless he's stepping out on Lex. Is it Sloan?! Tell me it's Sloan!"
"No, it's not Sloan. I don't do men without balls. And Sloan is definitely ballless – ever since the Grey experiment began."
Yang lifted a brow in serious thought. "Funny how you won't do a man without balls, but you'll do women."
"Being born without balls is totally different from letting someone cut them off."
"True. Very true. So it's not Sloan. Do I know the person who has engendered this smile on your face?"
"Why won't you believe me when I tell you that this is a natural, purely Callie induced smile?"
"Cuz it's been on your face for the past four fucking days. At work… at home. And I tell you, it's NOT natural."
Callie groaned and hung her head, her chin resting on her chest. Cristina was right, the smile, the glow, weren't natural. And the kiss, the kiss that had started it all, was equally unnatural.
Natural or unnatural, she was having a hard time forcing herself to stop thinking of Derek Shepherd. She was also having a completely ridiculously impossible time forgetting the taste of his lips, warm, and slightly rum and cokey, pressed against her lips.
"…SEE!" Yang screeched. "You're doing it again! You're all blissed out and smiley! Stop it!"
Callie blinked then gave in, "I wish I could! Cristina this is fucked up. Like wrong. Like no one would believe it if they saw it kind of wrong, like –"
"Torres."
Callie froze then turned around. The cause of all of her problems had just walked into the conference room. All cute and hot and … shit.
"I've been looking for you. I was starting to think you were avoiding me." Derek nodded in Cristina's wide eyed direction. "Yang."
"Holy shit!"
Turning her back to Derek, Callie faced Yang, yelling at her with her eyes. If you tell anyone anything, I will kill you in your sleep.
Yang's eyes spoke back in volumes as she loaded up her crap, Dude, I'm sorry, but THIS is news! She scrambled out her chair and flew out of the room.
"Was it something I said?" Derek sat down on the table – a few feet away from Callie.
"What? Uhm, no. No. She – she's got diarrhea." Callie smiled darkly; word of there being 'something' between her and Derek would probably spread through the hospital in the next five minutes. She couldn't do much to stop it now… but, a little revenge… felt kinda good.
"So…, have you been avoiding me?"
She had been, but she couldn't admit that. Admitting it would be tantamount to admitting that there was something between them. More than a mistaken kiss. A minute or two of overactive hormones.
"No. No! I –I've been busy. Doctor you know." She looked up at him with as convincing a smile as possible. And damn, he was still just so… so cute. Those eyes, and that smile. Damnit! Callie had always felt, when faced with a set of highly dangerous weapons, the best course of action is always to retreat. Closing up her folders, and setting her laptop to sleep mode, Callie piled all of her goods together and started to stand up.
She HAS been avoiding me. And she's running away from me now! If she felt even half of what I felt from that kiss the other night…?! Of course, it is possible that she didn't feel what I felt…, that she felt absolutely nothing. He noted the pink tinge on Callie's skin and decided to take the plunge. "I never took you for a chicken-shit Torres."
She froze, and her eyes shot up to meet his. "A what?"
"A 'chicken-shit'."
"I – I'm not…" She backed away from the table, suddenly needing to put more distance between her and Shepherd. "What the fuck kind of statement is that?!"
He stood up and moved towards her. "One little kiss, and you run and hide. You're a scaredy cat."
Continuing to back up, Callie defended herself. "I'm not a chicken-shit. Or a scaredy cat. I – what're you doing?" By now, she'd backed her way into the door and Derek was maybe one foot away from her.
"Testing a theory."
"Testing a – can you test the theory from over there?" She glanced over his shoulder.
He chuckled. "No. This is a – hands on test."
"Oh crap."
He smiled and took the final step separating them. His right thigh rested between her legs, and he placed his right hand on the wall at the side of her head, his left settled against the wall at her waist. Other than his leg, seated so intimately between hers, he wasn't touching her. He was just there. Inescapable and real and all 'theory testing'.
She'd taken a deep breath when he'd stepped in towards her, a breath that she was still holding as she waited for … for him to kiss her again, or for the magic/insanity/fantasy to wane.
"Breathe Callie." He brushed his nose against hers. His imperfect nose.
"You have me against a wall, in a conference room. I'm allowed to not breathe." It came out as a soft rasp.
"You can go any time you want to, I'm not forcing you to do anything. Nothing you don't want to do."
"How do you know what I want or don't want?" Against her will her hands had lifted from Derek's chest; ostensibly so she could push him away. Ostensibly.
"That's the theory I'm testing. If you've been avoiding me this week because you hate me, hated spending time with me, or… because you hated our kiss… then you can just push me away. But if you've been avoiding me all week because you like me. Because you liked spending time with me. Because you liked our kiss, even just the slightest amount, and you're hiding because you're the tiniest bit scared… maybe you won't push me away." He lowered his lips to her chin, pressing one, then a second, chaste kiss along her jaw.
"I'm, I'm not afraid of anything." Liar. "What would I have to be afraid of?"
"I don't know Callie. You tell me." He let his hands drift to her body; to her hips.
She repeated, "I'm not afraid of anything." Her voice was soft.
"Nothing?"
Callie rallied herself. Locking eyes with Derek she threw out, "I'm definitely not afraid of you."
"Good."
"Good?"
"I don't want you to be afraid of me. I don't want you running from me." He leaned in to her. "I want you…."
She waited with baited breath for him to finish his sentence… and then she realized, he had finished it. He simply wanted her.
