Author Devylish
Title Little Surprises
Chapter Disclosure 4/?
Fandom Grey's Anatomy
Pair Derek and Callie
Rating PG13
Words 1516
Warning/Spoiler/Summary None. None. Business trips always end up like this, right?
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.

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Days 77

Yang: Did you tell him yet?

Days 77

Torres: I'm workin' on it.

Days 84

Yang: Torres, you neeeeed to tell him.

Days 84

Torres: Look, I can't just spring this on him… I need a plan.

Day 90

Yang: Look bi at ch, you need to grow some cojones and tell him!

Day 90

Torres: I'm not a bitch… I… (sniff)… I just… (sniff sniff)

Yang: Aww crap! Fucking hormones! Stop crying…. Here have some chocolate.

Torres: (sniff sniff).

Yang: Don't think you've gotten out of it; you're telling him…soon! Even if it means I need to lock the two of you into a room together for the next 25 weeks.

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Day 93

Fate agreed with Yang and played her hand in 'helping' Callie tell Shepherd about the consequences of their actions.

Oommpf!

Callie held her forehead as Derek rubbed his jaw.

With a grin he shook his head slightly, "Nice running into you Torres."

"Yeah, literally," she smiled, and her smile only faded a little bit when she realized they were more or less alone in a corner. The first time they'd been alone… together since The Spencer Hotel. Okay, they'd been in the same space together once or twice since then, but never facing one another, just the two of them.

He crouched down and started to pick up the folders and papers that they'd both dropped when they crashed in to one another. From his spot on the floor he glanced up at her, "So, how have you been?"

"Good!" Chipper much? She toned it down and tried again. "Good. Worked on a reconstruction with Mark earlier this week, tough post-lateral reconstruction. I think we did a good job." Nicety number one out of the way. My turn. "And you, how have you been?"

"Busy. The Benson Siamese twin surgery; working on my Prince impersonations." He smiled, his head still bent to his task.

"If, at any time, you start singing Raspberry Beret, I'm taking you to psych."

She expected a chuckle, or at least a smile. But all she got was silence. Looking down she sucked in a breath of air; Derek was staring at one of the papers they'd collectively dropped.

Only, it wasn't a piece of paper, it was a photograph. A sonography photograph.

A sonogram marked: Torres, Calliope I. Week 12

Shit.

"Were you… are you… is it…?" The words jumbled out of his mouth in an angry, confused, desperate manner as he stood up.

She backed away from him a couple of steps, suddenly feeling claustrophobic in the open hall.

She didn't back up far enough or fast enough as Derek quickly glanced around the hall before grabbing her arm, and pulling her down the hall into a conference room. When he locked the door behind them and threw their papers onto the table - all of the papers except for the picture of the baby - she knew she was in trouble. More trouble.

"I was going to tell you. Really. I… it's just… it's hard to find a good time to tell someone – a friend – that the… the… the thing you had a few months ago has ended up being more than a simple 'thing'. That it's gotten bigger. That it's going to continue getting bigger." Her eyes pleaded with him.

"Twelve weeks Callie. You're twelve weeks. With," he ran a hand through his hair, "my child." He pulled out a chair and sat down heavily; overwhelmed with the reality that was facing him.

The room was silent except for the muffled sound of staff walking through the hall past the conference room.

I should have left town. Quit. Sent him an email.

She's pregnant. We're pregnant. I'm going to be a – fuck!

They simultaneously broke the hush that surrounded them.

"I don't expect anything from –"

"You didn't tell me. Why –"

They went back to silence. Not talking to one another while they each tried to process the situation they found themselves in.

The fucked up situation.

Derek's mind kept bouncing between two things. One - He was going to be a dad. Two – Callie had kept the fact from him. And somewhere, lost between these two points, was the fact – faint and distant – that he hadn't been able to keep Callie Torres out of his mind since The Spencer Hotel.

He tried again. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why would I?"

He stared at her. "You're carrying my child."

She shrugged her shoulders. "A child you didn't ask for, from a… a 'tryst' with someone who, at best could be labeled a friend." She took a deep breath. "We're not in a relationship. I don't expect anything from you just because you contributed a little DNA to this experiment in life-humor."

He leaned forward, his hands teepeed on the table. "You're carrying my child." Each word was enunciated… punctuated... lasered at her. "I deserve…," he took a deep breath, "I had the right to find out about 'this' as soon as you found out."

"Look! When I found out I was pregnant, I wasn't even certain if… if I wanted to…"

Derek stood up his chair crashing into the wall behind him. "You're… you're not thinking about…?"

She was honest. "… No… I… no."

He moved along the table, his hand tracing the edge until he reached her side.

Callie remembered that she was brave... ish, and she made herself look up at him. Anger. Fear. Confusion. Anger. Confusion. Fear. Yeah, he appeared to be feeling pretty much the same way she did.

And then what she read in his eyes changed.

Standing as close to her as he now was, Derek breathed Callie in, his senses taking in her perfume, faint though it was. Lifting his hand to her face he let his thumb brush against her cheek. Still so soft.

Callie refused to close her eyes. Refused to lean in to his touch, even though at his caress, everything - everything - they'd shared came rushing back to her.

Dropping his hand, to his side; then stuffing both of his hands into his pockets, Derek backed away, putting space between them.

"I…" she started.

He interrupted. "I need to think… I… need some time to think."

She took a few steps away from him, and dropped her eyes; the guard she'd somehow dropped shifting back into place with alacrity. She bit out, "Of course you do. Fine. You just go and… think and… think."

"What's with the tone?"

"What tone?"

"The 'you're such an asshole' tone."

"Oh, you heard that huh?"

He stared at her - more anger than fear or confusion lacing his features. "Are you kidding me?"

She wrapped her arms around her frame and looked up at him defensively.

"You tell me that you're…" he paused, "Huh, no, on second thought you don't even tell me, I find out on my own that you're pregnant and I'm supposed to know what to say? What I feel? What I want to do? Immediately? I'm sorry Callie, I don't know. I don't know how I'm supposed to react. Or how… how…," I feel…. He lifted his hand to his hair, but dropped it back to his side with a bitter smile. Moving back around the table he shuffled through the paperwork he'd thrown down. Gathering his pieces, he opened the conference room door. "I'll talk to you… when I… when I figure stuff out."

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"I haven't cried this much in… ever." Callie's eyes were dry now, but she'd picked up the phone and dialed Addison through a flood of tears.

"Jesus Callie." Addison's voice crackled through the poor phone connection. "Sweetheart, you… Jesus!"

"Tell me about it."

"Okay, first things first, I want you to come down here so I can do a physical… unless it would freak you out to have me see your hoohaa."

"Nice scientific term."

"Shut up. So we'll get you in this weekend, go get some drinks… erh, coffee… decaffeinated, and umm, we'll talk. And you can cry as much as you want to."

"Will you tell me what to do?"

"Don't I always?"

Callie sighed. "He was so pissed."

"…."

"Ad?"

"… what? Am I really supposed to tell you that you did good here or can I be honest?"

Callie sat up and tucked another pillow behind her back. "Shit."

"Callie, Derek's a good man. You two knocked boots, which despite what you've suggested, he doesn't do lightly."

"But –"

"I'm telling you, he's not a one night stand kind of guy. But we'll skip that for the minute. You find out you're pregnant, what a month ago? And you don't tell him? Hunny, if you were carrying my child and didn't tell me? I'd be pissed. Hell, I'm kinda pissed at you for not telling me as it is, and we're just friends."

"Did you ever think that maybe he's upset because I'm pregnant?"

Addison sighed. "How are you so clueless about relationships?"

"It's not a relationship! And you sound just like Yang."

"Now, that was just mean."