Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy.
A/N: I decided that Cristina painted the living room first, instead of the bedroom. It's for a good reason.
Callie's POV
As soon as I step off the elevator I can smell the fumes coming from my apartment. The smell makes my stomach lurch. I place my hand over my mouth and swallow hard, willing away the bout of nausea trying to surface. I push open the door and shake my head at the sight before me. Cristina is dancing to what I can guess is her iPod with a paintbrush in hand. The once white walls were now a bright red and the cause of my sudden nausea. I roll my eyes and walk up to her, holding my breath to avoid taking in more of that smell. I tap her shoulder and she turns around to me. She smiles her little mischievous grin and pulls the headphones from her ears. She puts the brush down and walks away from the wall.
"I thought you were on call." She asked, sitting down on the arm of the couch. I shrug my shoulders and sit down on the couch.
"I was until the chief noticed that I can't stay away from the bathroom long enough to get anything done. I actually vomited when a patient threw up all over me. I was mortified!" I explained as I placed my hand over my stomach hoping my nausea would go away. It was no use. My hand flew to my mouth and I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom. Cristina was on my heels and grabbed my hair just in time for me to toss my cookies. Once I finished, she tossed me a towel that was lying on the sink.
"Dude that's just gross." She exclaimed as I flushed away the remainder of my lunch. I took the towel and wiped my mouth, as I looked up at her.
"Thanks for the words of support, Yang." I said. Cristina just shrugged her shoulders and then helped me up.
"Look, I never said I wouldn't make fun of you. You live with me so you're fair game. And you're pregnant, making the game even sweeter. But seriously, I didn't even puke that much." She said, as she turned around. I rolled my eyes and clutched the sides of the sink, looking at myself in the mirror.
"You're insane." I mutter. She just smiled at me.
"And you love it!" she replied and walked back into the living room. I grabbed my toothbrush and ran it over my teeth, not bothering to use my toothpaste because it too made me sick. I hope this doesn't last forever. I can't take this for much longer. I place my hand over my stomach and look down at my hands.
"Look, I know you're there must you remind me every 20 minutes? Please I'm begging you take it easy on mommy." I muttered. I hear Cristina laugh and I walk into the living room.
"What the hell is so funny?" I ask, sitting back on the couch. I throw my arm over my eyes, blocking any light. Cristina plopped down on the couch beside me and laughed again.
"You. You're talking to the kid. You know it can't hear you." She explains. I laugh at her and shake my head at her. She was right but this baby is mine and if I want to talk to it I will.
"I feel like shit. The kid isn't even here yet and already he's making my life hell." I said, putting my feet up on to Cristina's lap. She pushed them off and pull my arm from my face.
"Hey, I was comfy." I whined.
"I don't care. I'm not a foot stool. I'm hungry." She said, getting up from the couch. She walks into the kitchen and opens the refrigerator.
"You're on your own. I can't even smell food, let alone cook anything. The take-out menus are on the counter. I'm sure you still remember how to use them right?" I joke. She turns back to me and sticks her tongue out at me.
"I do thank you very much. What do you think I did when you forgot to leave something?" she explained.
"I don't remember me cooking all meals in the agreement when I moved in."
"I don't remember a baby in the mix either but guess what, you're knocked up."
"I don't plan staying here that long. The apartment is way to small for me and the baby." I replied. Cristina shut the door and looked back at me.
"You can't leave me! Not yet. At least give me enough time to find another wife." She said, walking back into the living room and sitting on the couch. She crossed her arms and began to pout. I raised an eyebrow at her.
"Aww, you love me!" I exclaimed and hugged her. She tried to get away but I hugged her tighter.
"Dude, you're touching me. Let me go!" she squeals. I finally release her and she looks at me like I just skinned her alive. She got up and stalked away to the kitchen. She grabbed a take-out menu and the phone. She quickly ordered her food and hung up the phone and grabbed two beers. I raised my eyebrow and looked at her like she was an idiot.
"What?" she asked. I moved my eyes down to the bottles in her hand then looked back up at her. She sighed and set one back on the counter.
"Damn it! I can't even drink with you anymore. You used to be fun. Now you're pregnant and boring." She said, popping the top off her beer and taking a large swig. I rolled my eyes and grabbed one of my pillows that were now on the floor. I put it on the end of the couch and lay down.
"Are you going to change your clothes?" Cristina asked. I shook my head and grabbed another pillow and threw it over my face.
"I'm too tired to move. Sleepy time." I mumbled from beneath the pillow.
"Sleepy time?"
"Leave me alone, I get stupid when I'm tired."
"Only when you're tired? If I recall you're the one who's pregnant."
"It's not like I climbed on myself and got pregnant. I did have help."
"It's called a condom."
"It's called I'm on the pill. I just may have forgotten a few doses."
"So you're really keeping it?" she asked. I pulled the pillow from my face and just looked at her.
"Yes, I'm keeping it. I don't care if Mark is an idiot and doesn't want to take the responsibility. I'm keeping my baby." I explained, placing my hand on my stomach. I've only known about the pregnancy for a couple of weeks, but I'm in love with my child and can't wait to be a mother. I have to find a house. I can't stay with Cristina forever. I may just let her move in the house with me or she can just stay over as much as she wants. I don't care. She's been more of a friend than anyone, since Addison left. Damn it, I have to call her. She's going to kill me. One I'm pregnant and two it's Mark's. Two things she warned me not to do. I couldn't help myself. She'll get over it. She left me here alone and didn't bother telling me she was leaving. I could be mean and not tell her. Let mark go crawl to her and whine about it. That's why I think he doesn't want the baby or me now. I'm not his precious Addison. This isn't their child. God I'm such an idiot. I hate when Cristina's right. Rolling my eyes I jump up from the couch and run to the bathroom and once again puke. Once I'm finished I wipe my mouth with a towel and leave not bothering to brush my teeth since the water seems to set off the nausea as well. Cristina sets a trashcan by the couch. I give her a weak smile and lay back down on the couch.
"Thanks." I said, as I pulled a blanket around my body. This sucks. I should kill Mark for doing this to me. Cristina sets a bottle of water and some crackers on the table and sits down in the chair on the opposite side of the room.
"Once my food gets here I'll go to my room." She said, pulling her legs up into the chair. I shrug my shoulders.
"That's fine, but I can sleep through anything. I don't mind if you want to stay out here and watch the TV. But you're going to have to deal with me puking cause these damn fumes are killing me." I whispered. Cristina smacks her forehead as if she had just had an epiphany.
"The fumes! No wonder you're so damn sick. You're sleeping in my room. You're closer to the bedroom and there are no fumes." She said, getting up and pulling me from my comfy perch.
"Cristina! I was comfortable." I whined as she dragged me into the bedroom. I sit down on the bed and look up at her.
"I'm not going to be the one responsible if your kid comes out with two heads or something." She said, folding her arms across her chest. I start to laugh and my head screams in protest.
"Cristina Yang actually has a heart!"
"Yeah so, but don't let anyone know. It'll ruin my reputation." She replies. She retrieves my water and crackers and lays them on the nightstand. I smile up at her, as I get comfortable in the bed. She can be a human when she wanted to be. She had to have some compassion; she is a surgeon after all.
"Go to sleep Torres. See you in the morning." She said as she shut the door behind her. I giggle a little and place my hand across my abdomen.
"I think you're going to have fun with her. She won't admit it but she loves us." I whisper I reached over and shut the light off. Closing my eyes, I let my sleep finally take over my body.
Cristina's POV
I lean against the door and listen to Callie talk to the baby. I smile at her little comment. She's right I do, but I swear if that gets out, I'm dead. I have to find a way to keep her here. Next to Meredith she's my best friend. I can talk to her about anything. She's the only person I willingly told about the pregnancy. She and I are the same. Meredith she has her dark and twisty crap but she whines instead of embracing her problems. Callie and I took our problems and didn't let them completely ruin us. We're the scary and damaged ones, not Meredith. She has her mommy issues and the absent father, then there's the Derek shit that gets so old. But Callie and I, we got the raw end of the deal. My fiancé left me at the alter in my wedding dress and sent his mother to tell me goodbye. Callie got married, her husband cheated on her, left her and now she's pregnant with Mark Sloan's child and the idiot is being a coward and not stepping up. I'm so glad I punched him.
Mark walked the halls of the hospital, trying to clear his head. He ran his hand through his salt and pepper hair and sighed heavily. He ran his fingers over the gash on hid forehead that was left from Cristina kitting him. He had deserved it, he would give her that but He didn't know how he was going to stay away from her. Cristina was the kind of person that would carry through with her threats. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. A voice behind him pulls him from his trance. He turns around and sees the Chief standing behind him.
"May I peak with you Dr. Sloan?" he asked. Mark just nods his head and follows him into his office. He takes a seat in front and Richard sits behind it.
"Ok, will you explain to me why, Cristina Yang thought it was best to hit her attending?" he asked, leaning back in the chair. He folded his arms across his chest and waited for mark to answer. Mark once again ran his hand though his hair.
"Because I deserved it I guess." He replied. Richard gave him a questioning look and gestured for him to continue. Mark sighed and started from the beginning.
"I've been seeing Torres. At first it was just sex, but then it turned into more. I thought I could have something with her. Then last week she comes in and tells me she's pregnant and she's having the baby. I pushed her away. I told her I couldn't be a father but I would help with money. She slapped me and told me not to worry about it, that she could take care of the baby without my help. She just stormed out. Apparently she's living with Yang and Yang found out about what happened and she came up to me and punched me in the face and warned me if I came anywhere near Callie, she'd make sure that Callie's baby would be the last that I ever helped produce." He explained. The chief stared at him dumbfounded. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Sure he knew Mark and his way but he never actually thought he would turn his back on his own child.
"You're an idiot, Sloan. I'd punch you myself right now for what you're doing but that would cost me my job. I'd do my best to listen to Yang if I were you. I have no doubts that she would fulfill any threat she gave. You're a fool. That poor girl has been through hell and you choose to leave her. Pregnant, of all things! I'm disappointed in you. She didn't need this. Stay away from her as much as possible." He replied, shaking his head at him.
"I know, sir. I am an idiot. She drives me mad but I can't be a father. I didn't have the best childhood. I'd screw up the kid. I don't remember birthdays, anniversaries. She'd just be pissed at me for sucking as a parent. It's best if I don't try." Mark explained, trying not to look at the Chief. He knew the look of anger and disappointment. He had seen it many times as a child and he couldn't see it in the face of a man he truly respected.
"That's when you try man. Suck it up and try."
"What if she tells me to go to hell?"
"I wouldn't blame you if she did."
"Thanks for the encouragement Chief." Mark said, chuckling. Richard got up from his seat and sat on the end of his desk, looking down at Mark.
"Look, just try. And if it doesn't work, well at least you tried. You're not the kind of man who runs, you're the man who runs in head first." He said, patting him on the shoulder. Mark nodded and stood up.
"Can I get a few weeks off? I need to think about all of this." He asked. Richard nodded and pulled a piece of paper from his desk.
"I can only give you about ten days, will that be ok?"
"Yeah sure. I need to clear my head."
"Ok, finish your shift and take tomorrow and the next nine days off. Straighten this out." He said, handing him the document and ushering him out the door.
"Thanks, Chief." He said, and left.
Next Day
Cristina stood at the 3rd floor nurses station, filling out a chart for Dr. Hahn. Callie had finally made Hahn teach Cristina. She raised her head as she saw the raven hair of her roommate duck into an on call room. She closed the chart and walked over to the door. She was about to knock, when she heard crying coming from the other side. She pushed open the door and saw Callie on bottom bunk, a pillow clutched to her chest and shaking from her sobs. Cristina shut the door and walked into the room. She put her hand on Callie's shoulder and Callie looked up at her, her mascara running down her face.
"He's gone. I mean I know he said he didn't want the baby but I thought… You know if I talked to him he would come around. I went to his office and it was empty. He's gone; he meant it. What am I going to do? I'm all-alone. I can't raise this baby alone." She sobbed. Cristina balled her fist at her side.
"You're not alone. I'm here. I know I'm not the perfect well friend but you're not alone. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. He's an idiot." Cristina explained and hugged her. Callie nodded and wiped away her tears.
"You're hugging me."
"I am, but don't get used to it. It's a once in a blue moon thing. And if you tell anyone I'll deny it until I die."
"Deal." Callie responded and sat up in the bed.
"Good, now stop cowering and get out there. Let the rumors get back to him that you don't need him." Cristina said, pulling Callie from the bed.
"You're nuts. But you're great. Thanks for everything. Really, you've kind of been my life saver." She explained and smiled down at the shorter woman.
"Mine too, now clean yourself up. You look like hell. It's not a good look for you. I'll order take-out again. No cooking. It's not like you can stand in the kitchen long enough anyway. Beside I don't want vomit in my food." She said, as she opened the door. Callie rolled her eyes and walked out.
"That's fine with me. Just not Chinese. The smell makes me puke, let alone me trying to eat it. Pizza sounds good to me." She said, looking behind her. Cristina grabbed the chart and sped up to her.
"Pizza? Seriously?"
"The baby wants it." She responded, smiling. Cristina rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"Fine Pizza it is. You can't use that excuse all the time. You will not get your way every time."
"I can try though. I'm just that cute."
"Shut up, now you're making me nauseous."
Callie giggled and walked toward the OR gallery.
"I'm going to watch for awhile then I'm off to perform a a knee replacement. Wanna scrub in?"
"I hate ortho."
"I know, but I beats watching. I'll actually let you help."
"Fine, I'm in. What time?"
"3, see there." Callie responded and Cristina walked past her. Callie smiled and turned into the Gallery door and took a seat to watch Bailey do an appendectomy. Nothing interesting but it was surgery and it was home for her.