Title: We All Have Wings... Chapter 3 - Conclusion

Author: Kimmibob

Rating: M

Pairings: Mark/Callie

Spoilers/Summary: 4x11... It's the end, do you need much more:)

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When Callie woke up, she felt cold. Something was missing. She looked down at her body and realized that she still was wearing clothes at least. Something had made her feel warm and loved? Was that the emotion? Whatever it was, it was gone now. She suddenly felt her head throb, as if someone was sitting on it. She rolled over to see her phone blinking. She knew that meant she had a message.

"Why can't people just call my cell?" she muttered out loud.

After a few tries at remembering how to get to the messages, she heard Mark's voice, "Hey, it's me. You're probably wondering why I didn't call your cell phone, and the answer is that you broke it. You never did tell me what you did, but I think you threw it or something, so you're probably going to want to get a new one sometime when you're feeling better. Yeah, you kinda got drunk last night, don't worry, I didnt' do anything to you, but I guess there was some sort of building fire so I had to go in. I thought it would be good to let you know, and you may want some water. I'll check in when I'm done, and I told Chief you weren't feeling well, so don't try to come in later. Uh, yeah, so I'll see you, bye."

"You didn't do anything my ass." she muttered as she slammed down the phone. He was probably the one who got her drunk in the first place. She always slept with him at the worst times, okay, so it was now just two, but she could not remember why she was friends with him sometimes.

She glanced down at herself and remember that she was still in clothes, okay so he'd put them back on her when he was done. But she also didn't feel like she'd had sex, and when that happened, she could feel it, especially with him. So, maybe he didn't sleep with her, but he'd sure not had trouble getting her drunk. Flashes of her drunken fish-bowl kiss came back to her, and she groaned. She finally looked over at the counter where the phone was and saw two alka seltzers and a glass of water. She laughed at Mark's remedy for everything and downed the glass. She ordered breakfast from room service and decided to take a shower.

After she ate, she felt a lot better, and decided it was best to take her "day-off" and go get a new phone. She left a message with the front desk for Mark in case he was serious about the checking in part. When she got back, she hadn't gotten any messages from him, and tried to hide her disappointment that she wouldn't see him for some time. She hated that she couldn't remember anything except the kiss. And she did feel like he hadn't taken advantage of her, but she just could not remember.

Callie was so bored. She couldn't call any of her friends, because they were all working like productive members of society. She flipped through the channels on the TV, but nothing was ever on at 2PM. She rolled over onto the other side of the bed, and suddenly, everything came back to her. The conversation with Erica, the porn, the hug (she couldn't think about what that meant), and then Mark's little speech. Had he really said she was the one? He'd said he couldn't sleep with her because she was drunk, because it wasn't the right time, but the one? That had to be something else. He was probably just telling her stupid things to confuse her, anyway. If he would just get off work so she could talk to him.

Wait, was she sitting here, bored, waiting for Mark? Of course she was. She couldn't fall for appropriate men, could she? This was so incovenient.

She was just going to ignore it. She was going to pretend it didn't happen. If he brought it up, she would shrug and laugh it off. She had been drunk, after all. So what if it was actually her true feelings, she couldn't do this now. He couldn't mean this now.

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By 9 PM, she had given up hope that he actually meant the thing about coming over to check. "Typical Mark," she thought. He'd probably picked up some girl at Joe's and was now screwing her senseless. The jealousy had to go away eventually. She'd just have to deal with that. He was not going to be that guy for her. He was her friend. He would be there to hold her when the lights fell down, but she'd never get to utilize the other parts to her advantage... oh god, those other parts. "Stop thinking about Mark and sex, Calliope," she said to herself. Great, and now she was talking to herself.

She decided it was probably good to get some sleep when she heard a soft knock at her door. She groaned and wondered why housekeeping would show up at 9:30. She made her way to the door and opened it to find Mark, flashing that thing at her, and carrying a banana.

"Hey Torres, long time no see," he practically yelled, and made his way into the apartment. Despite the fact that the after-effects of her binge had subsided, the volume still hurt her head.

"Thanks, Mark, really," she muttered.

"Ya know, I'm a giver, here," he threw the banana at her, and she scrambled to catch it.

"A banana? You know, despite the things I may have said last night, I'm not going to peform on your banana..."

He looked at her with one eyebrow raised, "It's a banana, Callie, like a fruit, you're supposed to eat it, and it gives you nutrients. I thought you went to med school..." he shrugged off his jacket and threw it on the chair.

"Oh," she looked down at it, almost embarrassed.

"But, I mean, if you want to perform on my banana... I don't think I'd push you away," he smirked, sitting down on her bed.

"Shut-up. Why are you here?"

"I told you I'd check on you."

"It's practically 10PM, Mark."

"Well, I wanted to see you all day, but the surgeries just kept coming on, it was ridiculous, but that's life, I guess. The one time you have someone you want to see, work won't let you see them until they're mad at you." he shrugged, and she tried to ignore that he wanted to see her.

"About last night..."

"Good movie, by the way,"

"Mark-"

"Yeah-"

"So.. I may have done things that I shouldn't have... or, well... God, why do I always have to make the move?"

"What?"

"I mean, I told George that I loved him, and he didn't love me back, then I kiss you in the middle of a bar and you say its not the right time, If I go after Nurse Tyler, he'll probably tell me he's gay."

"I think your problem is the chasing."

"That is so not what I need right now," she huffed, sitting down next to him.

"Just, let things happen, quit trying so hard,"

"You're one to talk,"

"I stopped trying, and you snuck into my life," he smiled.

"Are you trying to get laid, Sloan, because that is NOT the way to do it!"

"Really? What IS the way then?" he asked, taking the banana she'd been fiddling with from her hand and placing it on the table.

"You're serious?"

"Do you really not remember what I said to you last night? I'm trying to be the good guy here, I mean..."

She cut him off by jumping into his arms, and God, did he understand. He knew every place, every little thing. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't function. She was incapable of rational thought, ANY thought beyond his name and what those parts were doing to her. Oh, she'd made the first move and he was making all the rest. Never had it felt like this. This is what it felt like with someone who knew what they were doing... No this is what it felt like with...

"Callie," she felt him groan into her mouth, she kissed him back, as she wrapped her legs around his waist and held on for dear life.

When she came to, in more ways than one, only one thought was in her brain...

"I thought it wasn't the right time," she asked him, wide-eyed.

He sighed, and smiled, as he turned on to his back, "Drunk Callie was not the right Callie." He then pulled her to lay on his chest.

She sighed in her own turn, "So that's what that feels like,"

He laughed, "What?"

"Sex with someone who loves you back,"

"It is pretty amazing, isn't it?"

"Yea.."

"Wait... you love me back?

"Always,"

She could be happy this way. She could be happy lying in his arms, away from the world. She WAS happy this way.

"Do you know what Hahn likes, I mean, besides vodka,"

"No, why?"

"I'm gonna have to get her something, I mean, something big..."

"Why?"

"She told me to go for it with you, she basically gave me you,"

"Well, whatever you do, she'll see it as a bribe,"

"I don't care, and you know that, you know that well."

"I get what you were trying to say last night. I just wish I hadn't been drunk,"

"If you weren't drunk, you wouldn't have kissed me, and we wouldn't have had that amazing talk over porn,"

"Shut-up and kiss me"

"Gladly, the question is, where?"

"Anywhere you want."

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For every one of their anniversaries, Mark would get Callie a phone of some sort, and Callie would get Mark the latest selection of "big-boobed" porn. They would both send Erica a year's supply of Absolut Vodka. Cristina had found this out one year and determined that the dirty fuckers had phone sex with Erica Hahn, fueled by vodka, every year on their anniversary. She thought it was disgusting, but she was determined that anything that made you happy was worth doing.

One year, Mark left Callie a certified "Playboy" phone in the locker room, and she'd laughed so hysterically, Meredith had thought she was going to have a hernia, and paged Mark to "take care of it."

"Hey baby, so you liked your gift?" his voice echoed through the locker room, as he sat next to her.

"Yeah," she fell against his chest, stilling her laughter, "I love you, you know?"

"I love me too," he smirked, and she rolled her eyes, "Let's get out of here," he said into her hair, grabbing her purse with his free hand and handing it to her, giving Karev the evil eye as he made to say something.

"Okay, but..." she picked up the phone and held it to her chest as a child would a teddy bear. He just smirked at her as they walked out of the locker room.

"They are so weird," George piped up in the corner.

"You're just jealous that they have dirty nasty sex all the time and you don't," Cristina rolled her eyes.

"It's still weird," Izzie defended.

"Do you think if I got Derek porn, he would have sex with me again?" Meredith wondered aloud, then laughed, "That's it, we are not going to try to figure out the manwhore and the dirty hot girl. Their kinkiness will not run our lives."

"I could do with some kinky." Cristina said, and they all laughed.

Little did they know that the video usually ended up switched off and the phone smashed against the wall. The kinkiness, however, was always present.

A/N: Well, it's done. What did you think?