Title: We All Have Wings, Chapter 2

Author: Kimmibob

Rating: M

Pairing: Mark/Callie

Disclaimer: Sooo not mine

Spoilers/Summary: 4x11 Callie is drunk, and must deal with the consequences.

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"Hey Cal, I know you're a bit drunk, so I wanted to make sure you got home okay. I mean, I know you've been staying at the hotel because Yo Ya Ma got rats in the apartment, but I just wanted to make sure you're alright, and we need to talk, so call me back."

"Shut-up Mark," she yelled into her cell phone like it really was him and threw it against the wall, where it broke. She just laughed at it and smiled, turning on the television to the Playboy channel, and wondering why men could actually sit through this crap. Even drunk she needed a plot.

She was half-asleep when she heard a pounding noise, it was pretty close to her, at least it sounded like... SHIT! The door...

"CALLIE! Are you in there? Are you okay?"

She sauntered her way unevenly toward the door, managing to fiddle with the lock and opening it to find Mark staring back at her, concern pressed across his eyes. He even seemed to be breathing hard.

"You shouldn't do that, you'll get lines," she pointed to his forehead.

"You're okay? You're not bleeding, or dead or anything?" he stared at her, not making a move past the doorway.

"Do I look dead?" she looked down at herself, "I might be dead. I don't know," she shrugged.

"Oh thank God," he grabbed her into his arms, squeezing her into his chest, "Don't you fucking do that to me again. Ever again."

"I think you're choking me," she managed to utter, and he let her go, suddenly remembering her proposition earlier, "Why are you here?"

"I called, and you didn't answer, and then you didn't call me back, and then I called you again and it said your phone was disconnected, so I freaked," he said like it was the most obvious thing.

"Oh yeah..." she giggled.

"Why are you giggling about that?"

"I broke my phone, funny story... it was here, then it was there, and..." she scrunched her nose up and swayed into room, still giggling profusely, "I don't feel good."

"Callie-" he called, tentatively, following her, and grabbing her by the waist with one arm, and pulling her to stand with her back against his chest.

"Hey, I was just gonna go get summore, summmore -- Beer." she glanced down at the arm around her midsection, "you're strong," she smiled, and fell back against him.

"You're not getting any more beer," he breathed into her ear.

"I'm a big girl," she tried to get out of his arms, but he just pulled her back again.

"Apparently not, if you drink much more, you're gonna get alcohol poisoning."

"I will NOT!"

"Callie, you're already stumbling, and you're starting to get confused. Much more and you're gonna start blacking out."

"How do you know that?" she turned around to face him.

"Despite popular opinion," he laughed and looked down at her, "I am a doctor."

"Fine!" she forced her way away from him and went toward the bed, falling face first into it, and laughing as she turned over.

He suddenly looked over at the TV. "Are you watching porn?"

"Yeah, thought it could give me some ideas," she stated, quite seriously.

"I don't think you need ideas.You really don't," he smirked, and then went to join her on the other side of the bed.

"Dunno, it's interesting." she shrugged, snuggling into her covers, "you're sort of a man, you watch porn, right?"

"I don't need porn," he said defensively, then looked at the television with a disgusted face, "Oh that is so wrong."

"It's shocking the manwhore! This must be good porn," her eyes lit up and she turned from him to the screen.

"No. Her breasts are about a double G cup, and with her body shape, and all that action, she's going to have back problems. Severe back problems."

"How can you tell her cup size?" she turned back to him.

"Are you really that drunk to not remember what I do?"

"Oh, yeah, so you're saying somebody should reduce them."

"Someone should take the silicone out, and some surgeon should be reported for adding onto what looks like its already a D cup."

"Look at us, we're all laying here, drunk, watching porn and talking about boobies."

"You're the drunk one," he laughed.

"Why don't you like me?"

"What?"

"You're all over Erica, you always look at her, and I mean, that's cool and all. Cause she's fun, but one of you always invites me and I feel kinda left out sometimes. If you don't want me there, just say so."

"That's not what it is,' he sighed, turning toward her and running a finger down the side of her face, "Has there ever been one of those things, that you want it so badly you can't think about anything else."

"I kinda feel that about everything sometimes. You feel that about Erica?"

"Not Erica Hahn," he smiled sadly, "I want it so badly, that sometimes I forget she's hurting so much," he heard the moans from the TV, and smirked, "Cal, you're really gonna need to turn that off,"

"Yeah," she took the remote and clicked off the set, "I hope she sees you, Mark. I mean the real you, any girl who has that..."

"Why do you have to go and make this so hard on me?

"Me?"

"Cal, you're the one. Can't you see that? But I'm a fucked up asshole. The one time what I want is available, I can't do it, because I will hurt you. I will hurt you so much that I'll hurt myself."

"I don't understand-"

"Any other way, Callie, any other way, but you're drunk to the point that I had to pick you up. You're not gonna remember any of this, and you'll wake up, tired, cold, with a naked man next to you and no idea how you got there, and you'll realize that I took advantage of the situation, and you'll hate me, forever. And selfish as I am, I can't lose you. Any other way, I'd do it, with anyone else, I would, but I just can't take that chance right now. It's not that I don't want you. That's so far from the truth," He looked at the tears forming in her eyes, and wiped them with his finger, "don't cry, Cal, don't you dare cry."

"I hate you, I really, really hate you."

"I know. I hate me too, come here," he pulled her towards him and kept her in his arms for as long as he could manage. He never wanted to let her go.

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A/N: Comments would rock. I've actually split the follow-up into two parts, so the 3rd chapter should be the conclusion.