Title: Kombat Baby

Pairing: Callex

Rating: PG 13/R

Disclaimer: Not mine, but, Shonda? Take notes.

Summary: papa Torres is back wit a vengeance.

Combat baby

Come back baby

Fight off the lethargy

Don't go quietly

Combat baby

Say you will never give up easy

Combat baby, come back

I want to be wrong but no one here wants to fight me like you do

"Hi, Daddy!" Callie greeted her father with a hug and Alex stood back and closed the door as the man held his daughter in a tight hug.

"How are you sweetheart?" He asked, pulling away, then looking over at Alex with the same distrustful look he had offered George. "Who's this?" He sneered.

"Um--"Callie interrupted, in a slightly brighter tone to ease the tension. "--this is Alex, Dad." She watched carefully, paying full attention to the way he firmly shook Alex's hand and held it for far too long.

"It's great to meet you, sir."

Callie breathed out finally as their hands fell away. Alex looked calm and collected--her dad looked unimpressed and disinterested. "Dad, you want a drink?" She asked ushering him down the hall.

"Well, at least you have a decent home now." He acknowledged, looking around the living room, still not really looking at Alex, who stood by Callie as he stopped to examine the room. "Your mother wanted to come. I convinced her not to." He added, looking at Callie as if she should be thanking him.

She nodded. "Are you hungry?"

Alex watched them exchange threatening looks and he then realized where Callie inherited that famous 'I will hurt you' look. He didn't realize they had started to move into the dining room when he snapped out of it.

Ten uncomfortably long minutes later, they sat at the table. Callie tried to incorporate Alex into the small talk countless times but Mr. Torres just wasn't interested.

"So are you going to tell what happened with that guy?"

Callie groaned and dropped her fork on her plate. "I knew this was coming."

"Of course this was coming, Calliope! What did you think? That I was just going to let it pass that you married some man we knew nothing about and got divorced not a month later?"

"Dad--"

"--and then I call in the middle of the night and there's a man answering your phone--"

This was it, Alex though, this was how he was going to die.

"DAD--"

"What happened? What did he do? And you better tell me, Iphigenia. Your brothers are about ready to jump on a plane over here. All I have to do is call them."

"Do NOT call my brothers, Dad." She warned. "Stuff--happened, okay? I'm dealing with it."

"You're dealing with it. You're not dealing with it. I'm going to find him and I'm going to beat it out of him."

"Dad, PLEASE, okay? I don't want to talk about it right now."

"Mr. Torres--" Alex interjected and he could tell by the look on their faces that they had for a second forgotten he was even there. "--I hear you're a big car guy. I used to have a black 66 Coupe. Leather interior--had to sell it to pay for med-school but I could get it up to 100 pretty fast."

There was a long, heavy pause and he looked over at Callie. She was smiling.

"I have a couple of Carreras. Callie likes muscle cars." He finally replied.

"I know." He smiled warmly at him and to his surprise, Mr. Torres smiled back.

Callie felt a huge weight being lifted off her chest once she saw her father's shoulders relax and picked up a fork-full of chicken. "So, Alex, where are you from?"

"Iowa, Sir."

He nodded. "Are your parents there?"

"My mom. I don't know where my father is. He took off a long time ago."

"Mm." Mr. Torres nodded.

Callie watched them talk and she realized how much she didn't know about Alex. And how every bit of information she was receiving was beginning to scare her--she hadn't realized she had become such a commitment-phobic.

Three hours later, Callie helped Alex clean up the dinner table, listening to him talk and talk about how much he thought Callie's dad loved him. She swallowed the urge to yell at him that she didn't care. And that she didn't want to hear it. And she flinched every time he touched her shoulder to get her attention or kissed her cheek lovingly.

She spaced out once in a while, only catching the last of a sentenced he had uttered.

She closed the dishwasher door as Alex placed the last of the leftovers in the fridge, when she heard him say something that made her tick. "What?" She asked, a bit annoyed.

"Uh--" Alex stared at her as if she'd missed a joke. "--Yoko Ono, you know? She broke up The Beatles?"

"No she didn't." Callie retorted, a little more harshly than she wanted to sound.

"Yes, she did." Alex said with a laugh.

"You know, it's just like a man to say that. Did it ever occur to you that maybe t was the other three spotlight hungry penis holders. She dropped the towel roughly on the counter and stormed out, leaving a perplexed Alex in the kitchen.

He stood there for about a full minute, before realizing what was going on. She was freaking out. But he wasn't going to let her. He rinsed his hands quickly under the faucet, shut the water off and dried his hands in the towel she had abused earlier.

As he moved through the hallway leading to Callie's bedroom, he could hear her moving around. When he came in, she was undoing the zipper on the side of her dress.

She saw him over her shoulder, rolled her eyes and returned to her task.

He sat in a stuffed chair near the bed and watched her pull her dress over her head. He sat back, enjoying the view of her walking around in her underwear as she got ready for bed.

"What's going on with you?" He asked her as she disposed of her bra and slipped on a red tank top. He never quite understood what exactly made George so uneasy about her walking around in her boy shorts. Maybe he wasn't comfortable with a half naked woman in his bed, but Alex was more than comfortable with a half naked woman in his bed, especially this half naked woman. "Callie--" he called again but she ignored him and disappeared into the bathroom.

She heard him step pushed the bathroom door open as she rinsed her mouth over the sink. "You're still here?" She asked exasperated.

"Yes. I'm still here." He answered sternly. "What the hell is the matter with you?" Callie, turn around and talk to me!"

"Just--go home, Alex!" She said, almost as a warning, putting her toothbrush back in the holder on the counter.

He glared at the back of her head for while and after along, silent pause, he slammed his palm against the wall beside him and offered her a crooked grin once she turned around, surprised and angry. "We are not five years old and I am not your little playmate." He growled. "You can't just use me for entertainment and then just send me long when you're done with me, FUCK YOU."

Her mouth dropped and she shook her head slightly. "Oh my God, Alex! Just GO! Why are you still here?!!" She shouted.

"BECAUSE I LIKE YOU! Okay! You are--strange and--psychotic right now, and God knows you're a bitch when you want to be--and you're FUNNY….and this the first time I've found it easy to want to stay, so I'm not going home!"

She somehow managed to ignore all the niceness hidden in that little outburst and she only grew angrier but decided she didn't feel like arguing. "FINE! You can stay on the couch!"

"FINE! But let me tell you something, you're not going to get away with this. I don't know what little episode you're having, but you're going to talk to me." He warned, pointing a finger at her. "Because even after you've picked some half assed fight over Yoko Ono, I still want to be around you, and I will GLADLY sleep on your couch because your bratty rich girl tantrums are not going to run me off!"

She watched him storm out with her hand tightly gripping the edge of the sink as she fumed with anger.

She walked back into her room and slammed the door shut, then walked back over to her bed where she pulled the covers back long enough to jump in and sink into the comforter. She listened to the silence in her room and she sat up as she heard a distant sound. The television was on in the living room. She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Idiot." She saw her cell phone sitting on the nightstand and picked it up. She scooted back against the headboard and flipped her phone open. After pushing the number 3 button on her speed dial, she pressed the receiver to her ear.

"Well, if it isn't the artist formerly known as O'Malley on my phone." Addison answered on the other end after the third ring.

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