Title: Braces Not Glasses 10/?

Author: Jay

Rating: On the cusp of R

Pairing: The only one really significant Callie/Erica

Summary: Picks off after Erica walks of, leaving Callie in the parking lot at Seattle Grace. In my mind the time between Callie telling Erica she slept with Mark twice and the unwanted return of Denny is about a month or so instead of a few days or a week.

Disclaimer: Well obviously if I owned Grey's the world of Callica would be a happier place because it would be Callica's Anatomy and would therefore be Callica 24/7. Addison would also still be there and what not too perhaps. Izzie Steven also would have been eaten alive by sharks some how a few seasons back.

Erica continued her walk to her own front door. Callie followed for a few steps before standing in the archway in the hallway, giving her an open view of Erica and her brother. She watched as Erica approached the door and silently waited for her reaction to her brother on the other side.

That totally explains those eyes. Ooh this means I might be able to get an insight to some good and embarrassing childhood stories about Erica Jane Hahn.

Erica swung the door opened and faced her brother, "What do you want Eric?"

She watched as his own signature smirk eased its way onto his face. He would be the one to interrupt my perfect orgasm.

"Is that anyway to treat your favorite brother?" Eric asked his sister as he opened up his arms.

Erica rolled her eyes and refused to budge. She even went as far as crossing her arms across her chest as she nodded at the bags surrounding her brother as she replied, "What's with the luggage Eric?"

Eric pulled out a frustrated frown very similar to his sister's as he let out a puff of air, "Are you at least gonna let me in? Your maid wouldn't even let me in the house. I think you need to go over the rules of how you should treat your guests with her one more time. Oh and you should also get her some new clothes cause the ones she has on don't really scream 'I work for one of the top surgeons in the country'." He finished his little rant with his own crossing of the arms across his broad chest.

Erica stepped to the side to let him inside and began to rub her temples at the tension that always seemed to come flying to her head every time she disagreed with Eric. "First of all, you still haven't told me what you're doing here. Second of all, what maid? I don't have a maid."

"I'll tell you what I'm doing here as soon as you tell me the name of your maid. I mean servant or whatever you want to call her. Can I have her phone number?" He leaned in close as he said the last part so Callie wouldn't be able to hear him.

"Eric. I don't have a maid. That's—," Erica's eyes widened in shock as the last part finally made its way into her mind, "Wait… what?" she had to admit the second part of her sentence came out a little shrill. But, if anyone were to question her about it, she would just explain that her brother had just asked about her girlfriend's phone number.

What the hell?!?! He wants her number!?!

"Your servant. Butler. Whatever the hell you want to call her, I know a maid when I see one. She might have been a little rude to me, but that doesn't take away from the fact that she's very attractive."

"You really are the idiot of our family aren't you?" She replied, still trying to grasp the fact that her brother might just try to hit on Callie, with narrowing eyes and her usual condescending tone that was usually saved for people like Yang or lowly interns.

Callie watched as Eric's cheeks became a maddening red as he got closer to Erica's face, "Shut up. Just because you play big bad Dr. Erica Hahn here in Seattle doesn't mean the rest of us aren't just as intelligent."

I've got him right where I want him.

"I didn't say the rest of the family was unintelligent. I just said that you were Ricky." She said the last line with her smirk, knowing the childhood nickname that had been given to her brother would piss him off even more. "Furthermore, I guess that would mean that you didn't understand what I meant when I said something so simple a child could understand what I was talking about so that would conclude that you really are an idiot."

Callie watched, now sitting on the couch in the living room, with a still growing smile as he watched the two siblings banter back and forth with one another. This is too cute. Two very stubborn Hahn children going back and forth, back and forth right here in front of me. Damn, I don't have any snacks.

"Alright explain this then, a woman answers the door, in what I can assume are cleaning clothes seeing as how they were wrinkled and halfway buttoned. She makes me wait on the porch until she tells the owner of the house who's at the door and now that same woman is holding a wash rag right behind you. Check."

Callie looked down at her shirt finally noticing that she had messed up the buttoning earlier.

Whoops. Oh well just a reminder that I had your sister on her kitchen counter earlier.

With that thought Callie let out a little chuckle as she got up from the couch intending on fixing her shirt.

Erica glanced over at Callie for a moment and caught the wink sent her way as she fixed her shirt, "Eric. Before I tell you who she is let me give you a little behind the scenes information. The woman that answered the door? Her name is Callie. The shirt she was wearing? My shirt. The rag in her hand? Where did that come from? Oh yeah, my hand because I was wiping down the counter from… in my kitchen." Erica quickly caught herself before she actually let on what had almost been interrupted earlier in the kitchen. Smooth Erica, smooth.

"So what is she a friend or something?" Eric shook his head still not understanding who the woman was to his sister.

"You really are the annoying dumbass brother of the family. She's my girlfriend," Erica said with finality as she turned around intending to go and start breakfast, "By the way, checkmate."

As Erica made her way to the kitchen she heard the footsteps of Callie following her.

Shit! What the hell Erica?!? You just outed yourself to your brother without even asking Callie if it was okay! God maybe now you should call yourself the idiot of the brood. What is Callie going to say now? What if--

Erica's mini-rant inside her head was immediately cut short as she felt her back colliding with the wall behind her and a pair of very familiar lips finding her own lips. When Callie finally pulled back, allowing Erica to breathe, she rested her head against hers.

"I love you."

Confusion surrounded Erica, partly from the breathtaking kiss she had just received that she was still trying to recover from and partly because she was trying to figure out if she's heard the woman whose arms had found their way around her neck, "Wha…"

"You just willingly told your brother about us. I find that amazingly hot by the way and if he weren't in the other room I might just be taking you right here in the hallway." Callie said as she openly allowed her eyes to look to travel over Erica's body, "Scratch that I would be taking you right here in the hallway."

Erica allowed a playful smile to come across her face," I could kick him out for awhile. I don't mind really. I can talk to him whenever. Honestly he's just another occasional jackass like Mark Sloan. So really I can talk to him whenever."

Callie chuckled before going back in for another light kiss, "Sorry babe, not right now. I'm going to go start breakfast while you figure out what he's doing here."

"No, really it's fine," Erica squeezed Callie's waist as she tried to pull her girlfriend closer to her. She was rewarded with another mind blowing kiss and as she pulled away she opened her eyes, and mumbled, "Porch."

Callie let out an infectious giggle and Erica couldn't help but join in, "Porch? What does that mean?"

"Porch as in I can just make him stand on the porch for just a few minutes. Really it's okay," Erica said hoping that Callie would give into her request.

Callie's laughter continued before she leaned in going back in for another light kiss, "Sorry babe, not right now. I'm going to go start breakfast while you figure out what he's doing here."

"No really it's fine trust me," Erica repeated as she tried to imitate the pout that Callie usually used on her to get her way.

"Trust me what I wanted to do would take a little bit longer than a few minutes Erica." Callie pulled away taking in the adorable pout that the blonde was trying to pull off, "Stop trying sucker me into having sex in your hallway while your brother is less than ten feet away. I'm starting to think that you're the insatiable one in this relationship."

"Can you really blame me for wanting to have the most beautiful woman, give me the best sex of my life over and over again? You just better be glad I'm not humping your leg right now." Erica ended her statement with a laugh and a light kiss on the younger woman's lips.

Callie chuckled as she pulled away from Erica, "I'm glad you've gotten your facts straight, so to speak, but now it is time for you to face your brother while I cook breakfast."

Erica, keeping her arms wrapped around Callie's waist, titled her head back as she fooled around with an idea in her head. She might go for it. Right? I mean the worse she could say is no. if that happens you just go into the living room and talk to Eric.

"Stop over thinking everything one and just ask me whatever you're thinking about," Callie said after watching her girlfriend have an inner debate with herself.

Erica gave in, "What if I make breakfast like I had planned for the three of us, because knowing Eric, he's just as stubborn as you are about eating a healthy breakfast, and while I'm cooking you can get to know my brother."

Callie thought about what Erica was saying. It makes sense. She did just introduce me as her girlfriend and everything. I wonder what kind of relationship they have. Because the last thing I need to do is screw up my chances with getting to know her family.

This time it was Erica watching her girlfriend wondering what was going on in that beautiful head of hers. Hmm is this really the best way for her to get to know Eric? Am I sending her up to be slaughtered by the famous Protective Brother Hahn butcher?

"You know what, that sounds like a great idea," Callie finally answered and simultaneously ending the debate going on in the blonde's mind.

A smile came back onto Erica's face at the encouraging words coming from Callie, "Yeah?" This woman is amazing simply amazing. Anyone else would be begging to cook breakfast to avoid having to meet my family.

Callie's smile matched Erica's as she planted one last kiss on Erica's lips before making her way towards the other Hahn in the living room, "Think of all the childhood stories I'm going to get in the time it takes you to make us breakfast."

The smile quickly left Erica's and a scowl replaced it just as fast.

Damn.

A/N: Alright you may now begin the throwing of rocks aka stoning of me for taking sooo very long to get these new chapters up. Blah I actually had to go back and change most if not all of the conversation between Erica and Eric. So tell me what you think so I can go get Chapter 11 started up, because I'm really excited about writing the whole Callie/Eric conversation. Go!