A/N: School started again so I will be busy once again. If you started school, work, whatever you have to do, then I wish you the best of luck. This is more of a filler chapter. And like I said at the beginning George never died. ALSO THIS WOULD BE UPLOADED YESTERDAY BUT THE SERVER WAS DOWN.
Cristina groaned and turned the music volume lower on her earphones. "Can you please stop crying all over my breakfast?" She took her cereal bowl in her arms and held it close to her chest while pushing a full spoon in her mouth. Ever since Callie returned back the next morning she went in her depressed state.
"No. And I won't stop crying," Callie snapped at her and used her tissue to wipe some of the tears away. She hasn't put any make up on because she didn't bother re-applying it every few minutes.
Cristina rolled her eyes. She didn't want to deal with depressed Callie Torres. It was even more annoying than happy, in love Callie. "You do the crying and I'll do the working. Are you coming tonight?"
"Yes," Callie sobbed out. She needed a distraction. Even if the hospital wasn't the best place ever because Arizona worked there as well but they never saw each other anyway so it was all good.
"Great. See you there." Cristina left her cereal bowl on the breakfast bar making Callie sigh and shake her head. She grabbed her things and left the now slightly calmer Latina alone. She ran into Mark on the hallway and gave him a thumb up to let him know that Callie was alive and coming to work.
Mark wanted to see it on his own eyes though and entered the apartment two brunettes shared. There was a mess everywhere. Callie was usually the one to keep it clean but now it looked like a bomb exploded in the apartment. "Hey?"
"Chicks suck," Callie replied not even looking at him. It was ironic, how many times he told her that.
Mark chuckled. "Tell me about it. If she makes you cry then she's not worth it. What the hell happened though?"
"She basically assaulted me of wanting children and gave me a whole speech on how much they smell and cry and get dirty. And sick. And I told her that I don't want a kid right now but she dumped me. She dumped me in her own apartment after inviting me over." Callie couldn't even believe it herself. It sucked. Her love life simply sucked. "Maybe I'm the problem."
Mark put his hands on Callie's shoulders. "Don't ever say that Torres. You fought, you loved, you lost. Walk tall."
Callie grimaced at Mark's advice. Mostly because it really sang. She put her walls down to have a relationship with Arizona. This was why she said no to dating. No, to getting hurt. And she felt shorter than ever. She felt humiliated. "I uhm.. I have work," she said and quickly stood up and practically threw the dishes in the sink and ran in her room so she wouldn't cry in front of Mark. She changed into her scrubs and simply put a sweater on her along with her jacket. It started getting colder and it was raining every day.
By the time she came back in the living room Mark was gone. She figured he probably went across the hall. It was his opposite shift so he was doing the night shifts. Callie walked across the street, down to the hospital. She wanted to go at Joe's first to drink something for energy but she was running late already.
"Doctor Torres, my office NOW," Richard Webber said as he passed by her right at the entrance of the hospital. Callie groaned and followed the Chief of surgery up the stairs in his offices.
Richard took off his coat and placed it on the chair. "Do you know how we house a winter ball each year?" Callie was one of the rear attendings who did their whole internship, residency and stayed in the hospital after passing the boards.
"I do, sir." Callie wasn't really sure what this was about. "Wait, isn't that tonight?" She remembered she scanned through the invitation that was on their information board in the lobby, available for everyone to see.
Richard nodded. "It is. And I wanted to know if you'll be there because if you cancel I need Bailey to be there."
Callie didn't really think about going. She didn't want to go and hang around people who knew her whole biography. "I think you should ask Miranda, Chief. I might try and be there though." Maybe some socializing would actually do her good.
"I hope you make it, Torres." Richard said honestly and pointed towards the door letting Callie know she was allowed to go.
Callie sighed and started her routine. Check ups, consults, one short surgery. Her day was going slower than she would have wanted it to go. Callie was sitting in the cafeteria by herself, not really eating, just pushing food around her plate.
"Torres I need you to come with me," Miranda ordered.
"Why?" Callie asked not looking up from the piece of newspaper she had next to her tray.
"Because I said so," Miranda stated. She wasn't in the mood to play games and simply yanked Callie's sleeve to pull her up. "You're gonna help me decorate the lobby."
The Latina laughed, throwing her head back. "No," she simply replied.
"Uhm yes," Miranda argued. "Look I don't know and I don't care what you had or have with Arizona Robbins but just because she's mopping around doesn't mean you have to, too. Now stop arguing me and help with the damn decoration."
Callie made a face at how annoying her co-worker was but didn't say anything else. She hated holidays. Ever since her parents found out she was dating girls and disowned her she was always alone. And for the first time she felt like she might celebrate her holidays with someone else else but that didn't work out either. Maybe she was just made to be alone. "Are you serious?"
Miranda had at least twenty boxes of decorations set on the tables and there was no way Callie would have done everything by herself. "Page the interns. I'm even borrowing you some of mine. Watch out for the Murphy girl she tends to cause trouble."
"Murphy?" Callie asked, confused. She didn't bother learning their names just yet.
"Leah Murphy. If something gets destroyed it's her," Miranda warned. She worked with that girl for a few times and she just didn't listen or obey. How she finished med school was a complete wonder to her.
Callie looked at the clock. She had six hours before the party to put everything on its place. So she paged the interns and bossed them around, enjoying their grunts and complains. "If you fail as a doctor this way you can at least decorate malls during holidays," Callie said as a compliment.
Mark visited her during his short break. "I see you're busy," he said looking around. Apparently red was the theme party color. "And I also heard you got called to the Chief's office. What he said?"
Callie glared at one of the interns who looked at her more than at his work and then shook her head. "I have to help Bailey with this stupid thing because no one broke any bones today. And Webber basically told me that he would like it if I would come to the party. HEY YOU, A LITTLE MORE TO THE LEFT," Callie yelled to make sure the sign was placed right.
"So you're going huh? Or do you wanna go to Joe's and deal with broken heart the old Torres-Sloan way?" Mark suggested.
"I do not have a broken heart," Callie snapped back almost immediately. You needed to feel love in order to have a broken heart and as they never said the love words to each other she didn't believe in heartache. "But no thank you I'm staying and observing stupid morons."
Mark saw Lexie making her way towards them and smiled goofy. Callie didn't fail to notice it and she couldn't help but feel a bit jealous. She wanted him happy though and little Grey was good for him.
"Doctor Torres, Bailey sent me and told me that Mark can do the rest of the work because she needs you in trauma room 3." Lexie passed the chart to Callie.
Mark gasped. "Wait you want me to stay here with these kids? Are you insane?"
"They're not gonna kill anyone or break anything. Just make sure that everything looks good and just order them to move from left to right to keep them busy," Callie said with a smirk. She was finally getting free from babysitting.
The ball was starting and doctors and nurses were getting ready in the lounges, bathrooms and locker rooms. Callie put on a clingy red dress. She admitted she didn't look that bad in it but she was in no mood for celebrating anything. She put on her black boots and her leather jacket.
Mark playfully swapped Callie's butt, but what he didn't expect was Callie turning around in less than a second to slap him hard on his cheek. "Oh woah Cal I was just messing with you."
Callie felt guilty about hitting Mark that hard but she didn't know it was him. "I'm so sorry I'm just really stressed about the whole thing. And then again I'm not sorry. Did you just slap my ass while you're in a relationship?"
Mark chuckled nervously. "Well, can't blame a guy for trying. The whole red dress and black boots is working for you. Blondie is an idiot for dumping you." He didn't say it out loud but his best friend was hot and he knew it. "Now if you'll excuse me I'm gonna go search for Lexie."
"Don't go slapping her ass as well, it's not really a romantic thing," Callie warned half teasingly.
Arizona watched her former girlfriend talk to Mark and then walk towards the table with drinks. She looked beautiful as ever, if not even more. Breaking up with Callie was not one of her brightest moments. Arizona realized she was staring at someone that wasn't her date and sighed. She didn't even care about the woman who was standing and talking to her. Callie looked breathtakingly stunning. She couldn't stop looking at her. But she also wasn't hers anymore.
Callie shoved a full glass of alcohol down her throat. It left a burning trail but she was in the mood to get drunk and forget about everything. She could feel Arizona's eyes on her back with every move she made but she didn't dare turning around.
"I heard George's coming back," Cristina said making Callie jump.
"What?" Callie gasped, coughing. She choked on her second glass partially from being startled as she didn't know Cristina was next to her, and partially from the news. "Who told you that?" Callie asked as she regained her ability to speak.
"Mer told me," Cristina said simply. And to her if Meredith said it then it was probably true.
Callie rolled her eyes. "So when is he suppose to come back?" She had no feelings for George anymore, but his decision of suddenly joining the army was shocking to everyone.
"Tonight," Meredith said jumping in their conversation. George left 3 years ago and except for few calls they got every once in a while he never told them anything.
"What?" Callie asked again. She sure did use that word a lot.
Meredith looked at the clock. "He called me and told me he's coming home and he should be here around now. Maybe he changed his mind. Ever since Izzie left he never had any wishes to come back.
Richard stood up and coughed loudly to get everyone's attention. Callie caught a glimpse of some woman called Noelle touching Arizona. She wasn't even gay. Callie groaned to herself and apparently it was louder than she thought.
"Wanna go to Joe's later so I can hook you up with a hot chick?" Mark whispered in Callie's ear. He was all for lesbian loving.
Callie sighed and shook her head. "No, because I'm buying a cat and getting a big house so that cat can have it's own room," she replied sarcastically. She wasn't really feeling it to be hooking up with anyone, though.
Mark shrugged. "If you change your mind you know where to find me."
"I am very pleased to inform you that one of our former doctors has returned as well," Richard said with a slight smile. "Our own George O'Malley."
There was a loud applause when George appeared and made his way to the chief. He was still wearing his uniform. Cristina whistled loudly joined by Meredith who couldn't help but follow her dark and twisty sisters.
"It's good to be back home," was all George said and went back in the crowd to his friends. They attacked him with hugs and handshakes. He was even introduced to some new doctors and interns that were around.
"Glad you made it home safely," Richard added and left the spotlight, just in time for the music to start.
Callie cringed as couples slowly moved around and started dancing. Stupid, happy people. Cristina was wearing the same facial expression. She was oddly disgusted by love, for someone who was in a relationship. Callie's eyes connected with big blue eyes. "Hey Cris wanna go back home and get drunk?"
Cristina crooked her head on the side. "Hell yeah." She wasn't expecting to hear that from her roommate but she was never the one to say no to alcohol.
Callie grabbed her jacket and passed by George. "Welcome home," she told him quickly and gave him a tap on the shoulder. She wasn't about to hug her ex husband who cheated on her but she still wanted to say something.
"Thanks Cal," he said with a smile and went back to talking to Meredith and Derek.
Cristina happily followed Callie out of the hospital. She was still wearing her scrubs even if the request was to dress in red or black suit or dress. Cristina Yang was just a person who never followed outfit rules.
They got to their apartment and Callie immediately went to open the counter where right in the back, alcohol was hidden. She grabbed two bottles and no glasses because they wouldn't be needing any.
After half of each bottle was gone they were both laughing and blasting loud music which they didn't really like but it was loud. "Can I cut your hair?" Cristina randomly requested. She saw Callie run her hand through her hair and felt an urge to cut it off.
"Sure," Callie replied laughing. Cristina grabbed a pair of scissors and a laptop to get a picture of a random haircut. Her vision was slightly blurry duo their drunken state but she still managed to cut Callie's hair off.
Callie kept laughing. She wanted a haircut for a really long time but never got an opportunity. And in that right moment she didn't even care how she would look like in the morning. Thank you, tequila.