Title: Werewolf

Pairing: Callex

Rating: NC 17

Summary:

Oh the werewolf, oh the werewolf
Comes a steppin' along
He don't even break the branches
Where he's been gone
You can hear his long holler from away 'cross the moor
That's the holler of a werewolf when he's feelin' poor
He goes out in the evenin' when the bats 're on the wing
An' he's killed some young maiden before the birds sing
For the werewolf, for the werewolf
Have sympathy
'cause the werewolf he is someone
Just like you an' me
Once I saw him in the moonlight when the bats were a flyin'
All alone I saw the werewolf and the werewolf was cryin'
Cryin' nobody, nobody, nobody knows
How much I love the maiden as I tear off his cloths
Cryin' nobody, nobody, knows of my pain
When I see it has risen that full moon again

Callie sat on her bed, a blanket held up to her chest, her phone to her ear. "Dad--daddy…" She sighed, resigned to let her dad yell over the phone. She frowned, spotting Alex, struggling to jump back in his pants. She covered the receiver with her hand. "Hey--what are you doing?"

Alex turned his head as he buttoned his pants. "I'm leaving--" He whispered. "--I don't do well with parents. Parents hate me."

"My dad's here. And why are you whispering?"

"You don't know that. I saw your dad at the hospital that one time--he looks like a mobster."

She laughed. "Please--what? Yes, Daddy I'm still here. I know. No, I KNOW, Dad--no, do not come over here. No--" She sighed and rolled her eyes at whatever her dad had just told her. "--Okay. What guy?" She laughed nervously. "No, dad--"

At this point, Alex began to panic and he froze, his hands on the button of his jeans as he listened to Callie's one way conversation.

She was quiet for a while and finally she spoke softly. "Okay. I love you too." She hung up the phone, cleared her throat and looked up at Alex, forcing a wide smile.

"What?"

"My--dad--is going to come down here again…"

"For?"

"To, you know, see my apartment--maybe hunt down George and to meet you want to go get some ice cream?" She wrapped a thin bed sheet around her body as she began to get out of bed.

"Whoa! Hold on." He approached her, met her halfway around the bed. "--what do you mean your dad wants to meet me?"

"I know. I KNOW. Okay? I know I just met you and it's stupid and crazy but he's going to find a way--a much scarier, probably more dangerous way if you don't meet him now. It'll be fast. Quick dinner. No big deal. No commitment talk or anything--"

"No commitment talk--you mean, just tell him I'm just the guy sticking it to his daughter?" He asked incredulously.

"We don't have to get technical. All he has to know is that you make me very, VERY happy." She grinned, offering a lot more innuendo than he was prepared for with the second 'very'.

"I'm not going to be nice OR charming."

"Trust me, he wouldn't buy it even if you tried. Plus, you're already charming. You just have to wait it out like bad sex."

He laughed. "That's a HORRIBLE analogy."

"Made you laugh."

He watched her for a minute, then shook his head, groaning in frustration. "Okay. When?"

"Tomorrow." She answered, sheepishly.

"Oh my God. You owe me big time."

"I'm good with that."

"Good. You can pay me back right now."

"Again?"

"No like that, you pervert. You're making me a sundae. Oh, and what you're wearing is fine."

XXX

Life sucked for George O'Malley. When exactly had he become the cheater? It was hard for him to even fathom still that the past few months had even happened.

He braced himself, his hands on his knees as he sat on a broken hospital bed down in the tunnels and looked at the floor. It was dark down there and the strong wind outside roared against the window behind him.

A small bag of chocolates were tossed and landed beside him with a soft thud.

"M & M's for your thoughts." the perky blonde offered, flopping down next to him.

He didn't bother looking at her. He simply sighed and let his shoulders slump lower. "I can't look at you right now."

She was silent for a while, and he heard her take a breath. "I'm--Meredith. Pretend I'm Meredith."

He stood up, his back to her. "It's not just your fault. I know that. I was the married one. But I can't look at you right now."

"Because of Callie and Alex?"

He waited before answering and clenched his jaw. "I didn't love my wife enough and--" He laughed at the irony. "--I walked in on her with--Alex, out of all people."

She looked up, her eyes hurt or him. "You--saw them?"

He turned around sharply then. "Stop hating her."

"I don't…"

"Yes, you do. And you need to stop. I need to ask you something and if you were ever really my friend, you will answer it."

"Okay." She answered quietly.

"How do I get her back?"

She stared back at him, almost as lost as he seemed to be.

"How do I get her back?" He asked again, more as a forfeit. "I don't get her back. I know I don't get her back."

"I'm sorry." Was all she could say.

"Me too." he turned around and walked away, not noticing, or rather, ignoring a tearful Izzie sitting on the gurney.

XXX

"Bailey, you need help with the clinic today?" Callie came up to stand beside bailey at the nurses' desk.

Bailey looked up from a chart and looked surprised. "What? Oh, Dr. O--Torres…"

"O'Torres, that's a new one."

"Sorry. Yes. I can use your help. You've got some free time?"

"Yeah--"

"Great. Karev!" She called out to Alex who was making his way to her. "Didn't I page you and Yang ten minutes ago?"

Callie followed her gaze and smirked at Alex, who winked at her when bailey wasn't looking.

"Doctor Bailey--" Cristina Yang panted as she caught up with Alex. "I'm here."

"Well, great. I can stop holding my breath now." the short woman answered. "Alex, clinic…" Before she could finish, a delivery man approached them.

"Which one of you is Callie Torres?" he asked, holding up a small, white box the size of a large shoebox, with a single white rose sitting on top of it.

Cristina pointed at Callie, who raise her hand slowly, wondering who on earth could have sent her something at work.

"Great. Sign here, please."

She signed the clipboard and he smiled as he handed her the package. "Happy birthday."

"Who's it from?" Alex asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, but secretly feeling a little bit jealous.

Bailey scoffed, annoyed. "Karev. Go." She waited for him to leave before silencing her pager. "Yang. Doctor Torres will assign you. I've got to go. Happy birthday, Callie." She added, patting Callie's shoulder lightly before leaving.

"Thanks." She answered calmly then set the small box on the desk top. She lifted the rose and read the card attached: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, THELMA. STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE IS YOUR COLOR. LOVE, LOUISE. She smiled. "Addison."

"Doctor Torres?" Cristina interrupted.

Callie ignored her, proceeding to lift the lid of the small box. She gasped. "Oh, I love that redhead." She grabbed the fork sitting inside the box, next to the small cake and grabbed a forkful, lifting it to her mouth. "Oh my God." She mumbled and swallowed the piece of cake in her mouth. She turned to look at Cristina. "Try this--"

"Oh--no, it's okay. I just need an assignment…."

"Oh shut up." She shoved a piece of cake into Cristina's mouth. "It's not a marriage proposal. It's birthday cake. Just hut up and chew."

"Oh. Good." Cristina said with a fake enthusiastic thumbs up. "Great. Delicious. Best cake ever. There's a surgery--"

Callie rolled her eyes again and closed the lid on the box. "Go to the clinic. I'll be right there."

"Okay." She started to leave but stopped and turned around. "Hey, Callie. Not that I care or my opinion matters or--we're friends or anything but, you let me borrow your flashcards so--whatever. I'm backing you up. I won't jump in a catfight with tall blondes or anything but if said tall blondes say anything bad about--whatever, I'm not above telling them to shut up. Who you sleep with is your business and SAID blondes don't own all the Alexes in the hospital so--" She nodded once and walked off in direction of the clinic.

Callie watched her leave in astonishment. Not at what Cristina had said about defending her. That pleased her. But she had no idea she knew about her and Alex. How many people knew? This was the one thing she wanted to have to herself and now god only knew how many people knew about it.

XXX

Callie was feeling a whole lot of emotions all at once. She knew that she wanted to be with Alex but it never crossed her mind that George would eventually find out--especially the WAY he found out. Seeing him still made something inside her stir but what it was he was stirring she didn't know exactly. And it bothered her.

And it made her jumpy when she was around Alex. When it was just the two of them, in her apartment, it was fine. It was nice, and comfortable. But at the hospital, things became too public and she was overly aware of every pair of wandering eyes watching her--watching them, even when they weren't watching them. They were a private thing. She didn't want to share it with anyone else in fear of having it ruined or taken away.

She was startled as she almost bumped into Alex on her way down the stairs.

"Woah…" He grabbed her waist to steady her. "Where is your head, Torres?"

"Sorry. I'm just--distracted." She pushed him away slowly so that he wouldn't notice she was doing so. "You're off?"

"Yeah." he answered wearily. "You okay?"

"Yeah! I'm fine."

"You're not freaking out over people knowing?"

"No. I'm fine."

"Okay. Call me when you want me to come over--"

"Come--over?"

"Yes. Your dad---remember? Day of my non existence?"

"Oh! My dad. Yes. Yes. I will call you."

"Okay. Great."

"Yes. Great."

"Okay, birthday girl." He kissed her lips lightly and resumed walking upstairs, trying to ignore her nervous energy.

XXX

At the end of the day, all Callie wanted to was go home and sleep. But she groaned to herself as she made her way out the hospital and through the cars in the parking lot. Just thinking of the father related drama about to take place in her dining room made her squint.

She looked down for only a second, to choose the correct key from her key chain. When she looked up, she stopped, breathless.

George stood only a few feet ahead, frozen in the same way as she was, his backpack on shoulder. "Hi."

"Hi." She felt the cool metal of her keys slowly slip out of her grasp as he moved towards her. She bent her knees and reached for the keys. A tiny gasp escaped her when, to her surprise, George was right there with her. Their hands touched and they shared a passing glance.

They rose to their feet and separated immediately at awkwardly noticing their still touching hands.

"Sorry." he said, scratching his head nervously.

"George--" She began, and shrugged once he looked at her, not knowing where to begin. "--I'm just--I'm sorry--for what happened."

"Me too. Callie, I'm so--"

"Don't say it."

"What?"

"I can't hear you say that you're sorry anymore because I don't believe anything that you say. And maybe it's not the healthy thing to do or the humane thing to do, but I just--don't believe you, so don't say it anymore."

George nodded slightly and waited a second before speaking again. "Are you happy?"

She laughed bitterly and shook her head. "I am FAR from happy, George. I can't be happy when I have to see YOU--and HER--NO, I am not happy. But Alex makes me happy. And he WANTS to make me happy, so I'm going to let him."

"That cannot--how can you and Alex, OUT OF NOWHERE--"

"It wasn't out of nowhere. And don't bother asking me about it because I'm not going to tell you. I can fight the urge to stab you with the sharpest thing in sight every time I see you--I can be an adult, but that's it. I'm not going to talk to you about my life or how I'm feeling or how I'm doing. You forfeited that right when you slept with Izzie Stevens."

"We're not together. Izzie and I--"

"I don't care. We're done."

After a long pause, he asked, "Do you hate me?"

She looked at him for a long time, then nodded. "Yeah. I do. I hate you because--because I DON'T. Bye, George." She walked toward her car, feeling him watch her walk away, and feeling as if she'd left a body part behind. And she thought with a saddened laugh that she'd make a horrible organ donor.

XXX

Callie made her way up the doorstep of her apartment building, the doorman smiling at her as he spotted her. She smiled back politely and nodded as he held the door open for her. Upon stepping into the lobby, her smile widened at the lovely surprise leaning against the lobby desk with a bouquet of daisies at hand.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" She asked, one hand on her hip.

He pushed himself off the desk and walked the few steps to get to her. "I'm here to help." He kissed her and brushed a strand of wavy hair behind her ear. "I'm going to cook." He handed her the flowers.

She smirked and squinted her eyes. "You cook?"

"I know. I'm full of surprises." He kissed her again. "You looked a little freaked at work, deny it all you can, but you didn't look like you were all that hyped about dinner with your dad."

She stopped and really looked at him. She sighed and tilted her head. "I like you."

He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the elevator. "Good. Come on, you can take a bath while I cook."

"This cooking thing is earning you BIG points." She purred and kissed her cheek as they stepped into the elevator.

XXX

She walked into the kitchen, dressed in yet another Daddy Appropriate dress. This one was a green and white floral--a similar cut to the one she wore the last time he was here, only slightly more form fitting. She concentrated on breathing at a regular rate. A million different scenarios playing in her head. All of them ending with Alex and her father in a deathly stare down that eventually involved bloodshed.

She stopped, dead in her tracks as she saw a very well dressed, very clean looking Alex pulling a tray of food from inside the oven. She couldn't help but smile. "What's that?"

He turned, slightly startled but immediately smirked after checking her out. "Lemon chicken. I called my mom and asked her for the recipe."

"And by 'asked for the recipe' you mean…"

"I bought it this afternoon and I just re-heated it." he placed it carefully on the far side of the island counter then looked at her and smiled again. "You look hot. Reserved hot."

"Thank you."

"Help me get the rest of the stuff from the fridge." He said simply, trying to ignore the nervous energy that wouldn't let him stand still. He'd never met a girlfriend's dad before. As far as he knew, they all hated him. And with good reason.

They brought out dishes, taking turns as they passed each other in the short distance between the fridge and the counter. Callie cleared her throat as she placed the Jello on the counter. "You nervous?"

"No." Alex grabbed the salad from the fridge and placed it next to the Jello. "Are you?"

"No." She closed the fridge and took a deep breath. "Are you nervous?"

Alex turned around, took a deep breath and looked thoughtful for a second. "Yeah. You?"

"Yeah."

"Okay." He bit his cheek and his eyes traveled south to curve of Callie's breasts. He lunged forwards and caught her in his arms. She groaned as he pushed her hard against the fridge, refrigerator magnets flying all over the place as he pressed against her, almost impeding her breathing. He grabbed at every curve, kissed every patch of skin he could reach and pulled at her garments.

She wriggled under his weight as she tugged at the buttons of his suit jacket and pulled the tails of his black dress shirt out of his pants. She laughed as they struggled with his belt buckle and finally undid his pants completely. She pushed them down to his ankles and he immediately pulled up her dress skirt and hooked his fingers onto the elastic of her panties. She shifted her hips and helped him pushed the small piece of fabric down and she stepped out of them easily.

He reached for her again, crushing her mouth to his as she slipped his boxers down. They attempted to breathe through each other, not wanting their lips to part as Alex grabbed hold of the slick material of her dress again and lifted it over her hips before grabbing her thighs and lifting her, wasting no time in thrusting, hard into her with a low groan from both of them.

Their lips parted and he could feel her breathing hard against his cheek. As he thrust into her again. She clenched her muscles around him and tightened his hold on her ass, slamming into her and pushing her farther up the flat surface of the refrigerator and her she grunted in pleasure. She kissed him sloppily and smiled as he grinned devilishly and trust into her. She moaned loudly and tossed her head back against the cold door behind her. He was panting against her neck when she reached between them and found her clit. She rubbed in quick circles around it and she came within seconds. He followed suit with quick, hard thrusts and groaned against her.

He let her down gently, but remained heavy against her as they both caught their breaths. Callie hummed, satisfied, as he kissed her neck tenderly then pulled away slightly to pull his pants up. Their eyes met in a knowing stare as they put themselves together again. She ran the cool palm of her hands over her no warm cheeks and forehead then straightened out her dress and cleared her throat.

"And they say exercise is a good way of releasing anxiety. Virgins." Alex stated as he buttoned his pants and turned back around to the food on the counter. Callie burst into laughter.

A few minutes later, they stood in the dining room, setting the table.

"Is your dad totally going to cream me?" Alex asked as he set down a wineglass and Callie came to stand next to him with a stack of napkins.

"Um, well, that depends on what you see as creaming. He doesn't talk much. He just--watches."

He nodded and accidentally spilled the thick, cloth napkins on the floor. They both bent down to pick them up and Alex's hand brushed against Callie's exposed knee as the skirt of her dress slipped slightly up her thigh as she kneeled.

"Hey." He called and smiled once she turned to look at him. "Give me a kiss."

"No please?"

"I don't beg." He braced the back of her head and pulled her in for a quick kiss. "Thank you."

She giggled as she stood up and dropped the napkins on the table while Alex remained picking up the rest.

"See--" he added, folding the last napkin on his knee. His eyes wondered over to the hem of Callie's dress. It rested just above the knee and it didn't reveal much but it was enough to make him want whatever skin he couldn't see. "--I'm polite." He reached over and brushed his knuckles up the length of her calve.

She shivered and looked down at him. "Will you politely stop that?"

"Will you politely shut p and come down here?"

"No." She gasped as he grabbed her arm and pulled her down on the floor and devoured her mouth before she could say anything.

He pushed her gently on her back so that he was on top of her under the table. She wrapped her legs around his waist immediately as she kissed his neck and reached down to undo his belt buckle and pushed his pants down. He found her lips again as he reached under her dress and quickly pulled her panties down over her hips. He sat up shortly and helped her kick them off. He didn't hesitate to reposition himself between her legs. He kissed her as his fingers tested her entrance and he groaned into her mouth when he found her more than ready for him.

She moaned when he thrust into her and she held him close, meeting him half way every time he drove into her. She heard him grunt against her ear, once in a while in the form of her name. She started to pant and lifted her legs slightly higher up his waist, clinching her muscles to urge him on. He sped up and soon enough she was clinging to his shoulders again, gasping his name as she came with him not far behind.

She sighed. "Oh--thanks."

He lifted his head to look at her and smiled.

"I'm polite too." She laughed and planted a kiss on his lips, then froze as they heard a knock on the door. "What is that?"

"That's-- the door…"

"What?" She grabbed Alex's wrist and turned it over to look at his watch. "Shit, he's early."

XXX