AN1: This chapter will be a bit shorter, but needed. I probably won't get around to the next 3 chapters until next week. Again - thanks for the love!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Grey's Anatomy characters! I am only borrowing them for my story!

Chapter 3 - Starting Over

Calliope Torres was becoming a real master of the craft-starting over. She started over when she left for the Peace Corps at 18. Started over when she was kicked out of her parent's house for getting caught with a woman at 22. Starting over again when she was married to and then divorced a fellow surgeon by 29. But now, she was really starting over. This was the last start over, reset, or whatever the fuck it may be called at this point. She wound up falling in love with the wrong person and was left even more broken and confused.

This was the final straw.

"Callie Torres!" Exclaimed a tall, equally as beautiful red head.

"Addison Montgomery!" Callie smiled back and embraced the hug from a long lost friend.

"Boston is more than happy to have you grace their grounds in the coming years!"

"Well, I hope it's only less than one year. I don't think the cold and I will get along – at all."

"Relax Miami, there are these things called jackets and boots that are somewhat fashionable. I've adjusted just fine and I've been a warm bodied creature since I was an infant." Addison smirked at Callie.

Callie missed Addison dearly. After going AWOL from Miami, to haul ass two days after their high school graduation to join the Peace Corp, Callie nearly lost all of her friends except Addison. The nail in the coffin was the whole "gay" thing being plastered around their conservation neighborhood – that really purged anyone from Callie's childhood. Not Addison though.

Addison made it a point to leave the safety net of Key Biscayne and head up north where she knew her family wouldn't bother to visit her. Where she wouldn't be burden with the constant need to present an image, be questioned by everyone, but most importantly, have the privacy that came with living in a place where no one really gave a shit what was in your trash or whom you were screaming at. John Hopkins was the perfect place for Addison, and Boston was even better for the fourth year OBGYN resident at Brigham and Women's Hospital.

"Thanks for reminding me how fashionable winter clothing is." Callie groaned. Why did she let Addison talk her into this? Granted she needed the new start, and MGH had an exceptional orthopedics program, but fucking Boston? Snow? Cold? Rain? Ick. But it was your only option Torres.

"You could still be at Miami General…"

"OK, stop. I get it, please don't remind me how I chase the same sex away and make the opposite sex hate me. Thanks" Callie didn't need the reminder yet again.

"Good, than let's get your baggage and get to our new home!"

The pair made their way over to baggage claim when they noticed a blonde wrestling a full grown man to the ground. Callie's heart nearly stopped. It was her.

"Jesus, wonder what got GI Barbie in a tizzy with Ken." Addison exclaimed.

Callie couldn't answer, she actually thought she stopped breathing momentarily until Addison tapped her shoulder.

"You're drooling and you're going to pass out if you don't breathe dear." Addison glanced at the blonde now picking up the dirty blonde guy from the ground. "Why don't you pick your jaw up, man up and go ask her for her number slick?"

"She's engaged." Callie didn't break site from the blonde now hugging the other man in the group.

"And you know because you have x-ray vision or you tried for the Mile High Club?"

Callie thought about sex with the blonde. She closed her eyes actually, and envisioned it. She was smirking like a fool before Ads reeled her back into reality.

"HELLO! Earth to Callie, can we get your baggage or would you like me to get your GI Barbie to get your baggage and jaw?"

Shaking the thoughts from her head, "No, no, I've got it. Let's get to the new house. Our house!" Callie smiled huge and turned to see the blonde just one more time…

She was gone, forever.

Callie was more than grateful that Addison would let her shack up at the posh three bedroom in Brookline. It was as if the planets all aligned. Ads needed a new roomie and Callie was the orphan girl who needed a home. The pair had been friends since they were kids and all the way through their private prep school years. Getting along would be the least of their worries. It was a no brainer for Callie; the house itself was gorgeous, prime location right next to the city, public transportation was accessible and it fully furnished. Callie couldn't ask for more.

Addison revealed just days prior that her third roommate was Meredith Grey, the daughter of the Ellis Grey. She was a fourth year at Beth Israel focusing on general surgery. The Ellis Grey – freaking Ellis Grey. It made Callie shiver at the thought but Ads told her Meredith was good company. A bit of a wild child, callus yet kind, someone to respect, an absolute force in the OR, and a good friend when you needed it. In addition to this, she was sleeping with the future 'Neuro-god' of the east coast. And apparently several other gods of the surgical world.

That was a bit to wrap her head around all at once so she was grateful when Meredith wasn't there when they arrived.

"And this, THIS, will be your fortress my lady." Addison spread her arms out wide and was spinning around as if she was presenting Callie with a room in the White House.

"Really Ads? Thank you for the introduction."

It wasn't the biggest room, not nearly what she was use too, but it was perfect for Callie.

"I figured the room with the deck would be best when your prince or princess charming comes knocking at your window. Besides, Mer has a thing for stumbling in drunk at all hours of the day so it's best we keep her away from any high places. And my room has the biggest closet – which to me is more important than a one season deck."

Good to know.

Roommate bonding was cut short when Addison's pager started to go berserk.

"You know, Callie? Sometimes I wonder WHY I wanted to go into OBGYN." In an irritated tone, she huffed and continued. "It's like these damned babies KNOW when I am running on 4 hours of sleep on 30 hours of straight work." She sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Well, with that, I will let you unpack. Help yourself and don't be alarmed by Hurricane Grey at 3AM. I should be home by then – mom's about to pop." Addison makes an exploding gesture with her hands and is out of the house before Callie can sit on her new bed.

It's only 11PM, I wonder what Hurricane Grey was up too and where GI Barbie was going.

It was well after midnight – 2 AM to be exact before Callie finished unpacking. Addison had made it known she was home and hopped into the shower shortly afterwards. Mom really was ready to pop. Addison freshened up quick and came into Callie's room with a bottle of red wine.

"Care for some Merlot?" As the red head jumped onto Callie's bed.

"No glasses?"

"We're in Boston dear, not the Biscayne Estates, we drink from the bottle here." And with that, Addison and Callie began casually swigging $40 wine from the bottle.

"So," Taking a large gulp of the heady grape juice. "I get there and she was already at 8 cm, that baby was more than ready. And you should have seen her poor husband, this guy, I mean MAN, fainted right when the baby started to crown. He missed the best part Cal! This guy had tattoos on his freakin' neck but a baby popping out of his girlfriend's parts knocked him out cold."

"Yeah, the vagina is the scariest thing for some men I guess?" Callie rolled her eyes.

"Seriously Cal, he was so large that the nurses couldn't move him. Security actually came up and moved him to a gurney so our nurses could make sure he was alright. It was hilarious."

"And how was the madam in distress?"

"She actually was happy he was knocked out cold. She claimed she could push in peace and would get to hog the newborn." Addison was laughing just recapturing the moment in her head. "It was actually her fourth natural child birth, she's sort of a pro at child birth I guess?"

"That's so many contractions in a lifetime. But, I think I'd be pissed after seeing my child's father faint – or something at least. Not happy at all. Man card revoked. For sure."

"Yeah, I don't even think I'd want anyone in the room. You know? Knowing the process and everything. I'd actually have a new OBGYN fly in, probably. Total stranger, so they wouldn't know what my lady bits look like at their worst or best. Complete unbiased view point." The redhead was in a deep thought now, scrunching her eyebrows together. "Actually, do you think I could deliver my own baby?"

The pair bust out laughing at the thought of Addison delivering her own baby.

"Could I be there to see that?" Callie took a final long swig from the bottle.

"You – Callie, will be the only one in that room. I need one witness at least."

Conversation was light and eventually the pair retired to bed before the start of a new day was dawning. She was happy with the way her new room had come and was even more excited to be starting over for the final time.