Title The Plan
Chap 4 Crap and Capitulation
Author Devylish
Fandom Grey's Anatomy
Pairing Mallie Mark/Callie
Rating Erh, PG-13 bit o potty mouth
Words 1849
Spoilers Season3?
Warnings See 'Spoilers' : )
Disclaimer I own fricking NOTHING
AN Mark makes a proposition to Callie. Will she be tempted?
AN First Grey's Anatomy fic, so, if I've got it wrong… erh… sorry!
AN Beta? What is this 'beta' thing you speak of?
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It was the extra day that did it. 24 little hours -- not even -- changed everything.
Friday evening found Callie impatiently waiting for Sloan to get off duty. At 8:00 pm, she was still sitting in the doctor's lounge, twisting a curl at the bottom of her hair around her finger, expectantly waiting for him to come through the door. 'Any minute now. Really.' They were both scheduled to get off duty at 7, so just another minute and she'd see his handsome, know-it-all, smile burst through the door.
Finally, at 830pm the door opened and… Bailey walked in, plopping down at a table with a sigh.
"Bailey!"
"No."
"No?"
"Whatever you want: I'm not doing it, you can't have it, and I don't want it. 'No'."
Callie let out a laugh. Bailey sounded a bit like her… or rather how she planned to sound when she found Mark. Speaking of which. "I was just wondering if you knew where Sloan is?"
"Do I look like his keeper?"
"Bailey, you know everything. You're our own personal, omniscient, wizard of oz."
Bailey snorted and picked up the book she'd brought into the break room with her. "He's in surgery."
"Still!?"
"Apparently the Smythe reconstruction is turning out to be a tricky one; they've had a few complications. From where they were in the process when I last checked on them, I don't see that crew getting done for another couple of hours."
"Son of a bitch!"
Bailey looked up and raised a brow.
"Sorry. Son of a bastard!"
"That's better." Bailey smiled and refocused on her book.
Callie knew there was nothing Mark could do about a surgery being more complicated or difficult than planned, but, well…, being selfish, she really wanted to get her 'no way/no how' speech over and done with.
While she still had her nerve.
On the other hand, the thought of waiting around the hospital for another hour or so, just to tell him 'no', was NOT appealing. So she gave in to reality and exhaustedly headed home, promising herself that she'd hunt him down tomorrow and knock some sense back into his pretty little head.
It wasn't until her own head was drifting comfortably into her pillow that it occurred to her, somewhere in the back of her mind, that she could have just left a voicemail message for Sloan on his phone. With a yawn she snuggled deeper into her bed and drifted asleep. 'Tomorrow.'
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Yup, it was the extra day that did it.
Callie woke up and her first thoughts were of Mark. Not 'Mark's a bastard' thoughts. Not 'Mark's crazier than a blue dandelion' thoughts. No. They were 'Mark probably would be a wonderful dad' thoughts. Followed quickly by 'I wonder what our child would look like?' thoughts.
These thoughts ran through her mind as she turned over in the bed, hugging her cool body pillow to her stomach. And a small smile lazed its way across her face as a vision of Mark's strong arms holding a small blanketed bundle appeared to her.
Her eyes fluttered open and she stared at the wall. 'Oh, crap!'
She spent the rest of the morning shuffling around the apartment, trying to knock that vision, and those thoughts out of her head. In between knocking her head against the wall, she dialed Mark's number, leaving him 5: 'call me'… 'call me now'… ' you better not be ignoring me because you have a woman in your bed… call me' messages.
It was noon before her phone chirped back at her.
She stood looking down at the caller id. Mark.
A voice inside of her head taunted her. 'So Calliope, why aren't you diving for that phone and telling the handsome, naughty, delicious Dr. Sloan 'no'?'
"Oh shut up." Callie muttered out loud before reaching for the phone and flipping it open.
"Hello."
"Cal. Hi, sorry, I didn't get your messages until I woke up. I had my phone off."
'He sounds tired. Really tired.'
Her resolve melted… just a tiny bit more.
"So how did the Smythe surgery go?" Callie sat on the couch, lifting her feet up onto the cushions and curling onto her side. 'Why are you chatting with him? Why aren't you just saying 'no' and hanging up?'
She heard Mark groan and somewhere in the background, she heard the faint sound of a door. "It was probably one of the hardest facial reconstructions I've ever seen. The jaw line, nose, an eye… everything was like putty – the not good kind. Neuro had a hard time too. We're still not certain if she's going to get feeling and full muscle control back to that side of her face." Mark paused. "She looks pretty good though – aesthetically I mean. She won't spend her whole life being ostracized because she looks different from all the other girls."
It was when he did these kinds of surgeries, the reconstructions due birth defects or accidents that Callie saw another side to Mark. The side that suggested that becoming a doctor wasn't all glam and money to him. That he cared. That he had the capacity to care. 'Crap.'
She snuggled lower into the couch. "So what time did you get home at?"
"3… 315."
"Three!" She heard a soft ding through the phone.
"I made the small mistake of trying to cut through the ER to get to the parking lot."
Callie smiled. "You got caught?" Doctors knew better than to go through ER for anything. It never ended well.
"Yeah, accident on the L50, 5 car pile up. They grabbed anyone who even looked like medical staff to help with the bodies being brought in. So, yeah." He yawned. "I just got up an hour ago."
Callie heard another ding echo over the phone lines.
"And I listened to your messages… all four of them –"
"Five. I left five messages."
He chuckled. "Sorry, 'five'. I listened to them, jumped in the shower."
Pictures of Mark naked, in the shower skipped through her mind.
"And then I jumped in my car, and now…."
Knock knock knock
"Now I'm standing outside of your apartment door."
Callie shot up from her prone position. "Are you kidding me?!" She asked the question, but she knew he wasn't kidding. This was so completely a Mark thing to do. To make her tell him 'no' face to face when she was positively, absolutely, hanging on to her 'no' by a thread. "Crap!"
She flipped the phone shut, bent her elbows on her knees and put her head in her hands. "Damn, damn, damn, damn. Damn!"
'I can do this. I can say no. I have to say no.'
She jumped up from the couch and headed to the door. Taking a deep breath she flipped the locks and pulled it open.
Mark grinned at her lazily. Exhaustedly and lazily.
His eyes were a little bloodshot, and they drooped with lack of sleep. But, yeah, he was still managing to be the sexiest man she'd ever seen.
"Can I come in?"
Callie silently stepped aside. 'Just say no. It's a gooooood slogan.'
"Mark, what are you doing here?"
"I forgot to tell you that I stopped off for bagels and coffee." He waved the bag and beverage carrier she'd failed to notice in front of her. "Living room?"
"Fine, but I'll have you know, bribery doesn't work on me."
He smiled. "Sure it does. It works on everyone."
"Your moral compass points due south doesn't it?"
"When you look as good as you do now, everything in, on, and around me points due north, Torres."
She glanced down at the flannel men's pj bottoms, and the red tank top that she'd fallen asleep in. Crossing her arms protectively, self-consciously, over her chest she fought back a blush. "Yeah, well, YOU don't look so good. Bloodshot eyes are not good-looking."
He grinned, the laugh lines around his eyes crinkling and making her want to take back her words.
"Torres," he sat down on the couch, placing the bag of bagels and the coffee on the table, "Baby, you KNOW I make any and everything look good."
"Pfft." She crossed to the other side of the couch and sat down next to him. She could smell the scent of his cologne and the soap he'd used in his shower.
Picking up the drink he'd brought for her, she drowned out his scent with that of the coffee. There was something truly unfair about having a man around who: looked good, smelled good, and who wanted to procreate with you.
"So, Torres."
"So, Sloan."
"Wanna make a baby?"
She studied him over the top of her cup. "Let's just say, for shits and giggles, that I agree to your stupid proposition."
Sloan edged imperceptibly closer to her. "Yes?"
"You weren't kidding about us having a contract, were you?"
"Not at all. You can have a lawyer help you draft one, but you might just find it easier to have someone review the one I've written up." He subtly inched even closer. Which was difficult for him – Mark didn't usually do subtle all that well.
She ignored the fact that he already seemed to be prepared for her to capitulate. Mark was built with confidence in every molecule of his being. Of course he'd assume he'd get his way. Again. "So I would have equal control over what the boundaries and rules are right?"
"You can have control, Cal. I like it when the woman is on top."
'Was he closer than he had been before…? And really, he DID somehow make bloodshot eyes, tired eyes seem sexy…! Maybe she could write in the contract that he couldn't call her Cal or Callie? Cuz really, the way her name sounded when it was on his lips….'
"Cal?"
'CRAP! I was staring at his lips! The lips that are most definitely closer than they'd been before.' Callie lifted her hand to Mark's chest and pressed against it; holding him firmly at a distance. "What do you think you're doing Dr. Sloan?"
"I thought we could, maybe, tentatively seal this little deal with a kiss." His victory smile was in place.
"I haven't said 'yes' yet."
"Yet… yet, it's only a matter of time, Torres." He grinned even wider.
'Crap.' She let her arm relax a bit, taking some of the pressure she had on his chest disappear. "You know Sloan, one of these days, someone is going to come along and wipe that evil grin off of your face."
Mark removed the few remaining inches that separated them; Callie's arm was curved between both of their chests. "What do you say we practice wiping it off right now?"
He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, much more softly than she'd expected. The kiss was tentative, and teasing, and absolutely mind blowing all at once. 'Oh crap, I'm in so much fucking trouble!'
As he nibbled at Callie's lips, Mark whispered against her skin. "So what do you say, Callie?"
"… yes."