Just felt the extreme need to post tonight. The Callica fics here are extremely limited, so we needed another chapter. People don't write much Callica nowadays :( *hint hint* Also, with there being no new Grey's episodes 'till January, don't expect me to continue posting every Thursday.
Poor Callie. I really do feel bad for her with everything going on. There was Erica's accident and her crazy pregnancy hormones are making her a little more clingy than she normally is. Poor girl
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"Callie go back to sleep."
"How do you do that?" Callie asked. Erica was sleeping, in a seemingly peaceful slumber, how did she know Callie was watching her?
"Callie." Erica didn't move a muscle nor open an eye. "Go back to sleep."
Callie moved the hair away from Erica's face and planted a gentle kiss on the corner of her mouth. "I love you."
Erica turned over to check the clock on the night table then turned back so that she was again facing Callie. "It's 2:30 in the morning. I have a heart transplant on a sixteen-year-old in less than five hours."
"I just want you to know."
Erica grudgingly opened an eye. "Five hours Cal."
"I know." Callie looked down.
Erica sighed and sat-up, leaning against the headboard and pulling Callie into her arms. The surgery she could push back. No words were exchanged. Erica just wordlessly rocked Callie back and forth, playing with her hair and occasionally planting a loving kiss on her cheek until Callie shared whatever it was that was bothering her.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Tell you what?"
"A cancerous mass isn't something that just pops up overnight Erica. You had to be in pain."
Erica smoothed Callie's hair down and planted a kiss on Callie's head. "It's over Callie."
"No it's not. Not for me it's not. Months Erica. . . Months. How could you go around with this thing growing inside you for months and not tell me that you were in pain? I can't be Izzie Stevens Erica. She is much stronger than I am. After Denny died . . . sure she still sees him sometimes, but she kept living. I can't. I won't be able to live in a world you're not in. Not anymore.
"Maybe this means that I have an unhealthy dependence on you – dependence isn't the right word. I don't care. I love you Erica. I have never loved someone like this before and it scares the hell out of me. I had to watch your eyes roll into the back of your head as your body convulsed and seized right in front of me."
Erica looked through her own tears and pulled Callie in closer than she ever had. "Calliope Iphegenia Torres, you listen to me and you listen to me good. I am sorry that you had to see that. I am sorry that I didn't tell you I was in pain. I am sorry that I have no idea what I was doing driving on that road that night and I am sorry that I got into the accident and potentially changed myself for the rest of my life." She pushed Callie away enough so that she was looking right at her, deep into her eyes. "And I am sorry that I can't promise that it will never happen again, that I can't promise that we will be able to grow old together and die warm in our own bed when we're ready."
When she pulled away Callie took her face and brought her in for another kiss, their salty tears mixing together. "I don't want you to promise me that." She pulled away and brought her own hand to Erica's face to wipe her tears. "I just want you. Promise me that I will always have you."
Erica took Callie's hand from her cheek and brought it to her lips, gently kissing the darker palm. "That I can promise."