Author's Note: Sorry it's taken so long to get this chapter up-it's been an insane week, and I had a bit of writer's block...Chapter title from the song Over My Head (Cable Car) by The Fray

Over My Head...

I didn't see Calliope for three days after our kiss in the bathroom, until on the fourth day, I finally did.

It had already been an exhausting day, trying to get Bailey to come over to Peds, and I was seriously reeling from not having any contact with Callie. But ever the bouncy and energetic surgeon, I was desperately trying to keep up a cheerful front.

And that's how I found myself standing at the nurses' station, pretending to go over patient files.

"Hey" I smile as I hear her greet me, and smirk when I look up to see her sauntering over to me.

"Calliope. I haven't seen you around."

"Yeah, well, I've been avoiding you." She explains as if it's the easiest answer, and I feel my eyes widen as she continues to explain her absence in my life since our fabulous kiss. "Yeah I know it's so weird. You share a kiss with a woman that you've never seen before; Honestly this is a new adventure, one that I am so ready to take, for the second time. Anyway, do you…wanna go on a date with me?" And…there it is. The reason why I so adamantly set ground rules against dating co-workers. To avoid situations like this.

I already know the answer, but I feel like I need to clarify. "Wait, uh. Erica and you, she was your first?"

"Yeah", she nervously replies, glancing around to see who could potentially be overhearing our conversation.

Drats. I really, really liked this girl too. "Oh. Okay, so I then I guess my answer is no. I'm sorry" I turn away, slightly stunned when I feel her arm clutch my elbow as she hastily tugs me back to the conversation.

"Wait. Wait. What? Um..uh… You kissed me. Out of nowhere, in a bathroom…" I don't blame her for being confused, but I really can't date someone who isn't even sure she's into girls yet. I can't do that to Abigail.

I quickly calculate how to explain myself, deciding a curt and vague justification is the best course of action. But to soften the blow with an extreme dose of pep.

"Okay see this is what I try to avoid. You're all exploring and experimenting, and yay! This is a really exciting time for you, but I'm around kids 24/7. When it comes to my dating life, I try not to bring newborns into it. Thanks for asking though. I'm super flattered. Super!" I know I should give her more of an explanation, to let her know that I have a child, and therefore can't date one (as crude as it sounds), but this is the easiest way. Rip the band-aid off fast, so no one gets hurt past the initial sting.

I skip away quickly, until I round a corner and escape into the first empty on-call room I find. Closing the door, I brush my hair away from my eyes as I slide down the wall, cursing my horrible luck. Man I could really use a cigarette right now.

I finish my rounds in a fog, counting down the minutes until my shift is over and I can go home and wallow in a cup of wine. With 15 minutes to spare in my shift, a young intern comes running up to me, a bit of a deer in the headlights look to her.

"Dr. Robbins! A 14-year-old girl was just brought in; she's claiming she's your daughter. She's in Room 12 with Torres right now."

I wave my hand in quick thanks as I sprint towards the room, tripping over the stupid wheels in my Heelies as I break world records in speed. "Dumbest purchase ever" I mutter as I desperately try to keep the tears stinging my eyes from falling. I recognize that if she's with Callie she's probably just in here for some broken bone, but I still get a vivid flashback to the first time I met Abigail and my heart clenches.

Reaching the room, I immediately run over to my daughter and begin brushing the stray hairs away from her face as she glances at me with a glint of a smirk. I look over at Callie, who gazes at me sympathetically, making me feel even guiltier for basically calling her a child earlier. Shaking those thoughts out of my head, I turn my attention back to my daughter. Not trusting myself to be able to speak, I stare at her expectantly.

"Mom. I'm fine. I just took a bad fall at practice. Ball hit me in the face, I fell back like a klutz. I really need to learn to stop being so competitive. And clumsy."

I stifle a sob as I stand back and really take Abbie in. Based on the bandaging and casting done by Callie, I can see that my daughter has a broken elbow and some sort of collarbone injury, and a hefty black eye. The tears start freely flowing as I easily visualize a seven-year-old Abigail sitting in a hospital bed much like this one.

"Are you sure you're alright? Does anything else hurt? Did anything else happen that we're missing? " I run through the list of questions, trying to sound strong but the cracking of my voice giving me away completely. That, and the waterworks.

Groaning, Abigail turns her attention to Callie. "Dr. Torres, can you please tell this fine pediatric surgeon over here who SHOULD have already figured out that my injuries are not a result of some massive trauma but instead from stupid soccer practice that I'm going to be totally fine?"

Chuckling quietly, Callie goes to place a hand on my shoulder, but changes her mind at the last second and instead shoves her hands in her pockets. "She right, it's nothing more than a standard sports injury. Broken elbow and fractured collarbone to be exact."

I offer her a timid smile before moving to sit on Abigail's bed, hastily wiping away my tears. "Thanks Calli…er...Dr. Torres. I really appreciate you taking care of Abigail".

Callie softly smiles as she nods her thanks, but there's a glint of something in her eyes that I can't quite place. We gaze at each other for a long moment, before Abigail clears her throat, starling both of us.

"I..uh..I have to…you know, check on patients. Nice meeting you Abbie" Callie stutters as she practically runs out the door, clearly uncomfortable.

Staring at the door Callie just exited from, I'm startled for the second time in as many minutes by my daughter's voice. "You broke her heart".

"What?" I squeak, disarmed by my daughter's simple, yet seemingly accurate, statement.

"You broke her heart Mom. Didn't you see the way she was looking at you just before. The way she ran out of here? I asked her if she was dating anyone as she was working on me, you know making small talk. She froze up. Once she decided to answer the question, she said that the girl she was into apparently wasn't into her anymore. What happened? Because obviously something did. You haven't spoken a word about her since the kiss!"

"You do realize you're my daughter, and I don't have to tell you these things, correct? Even if you are sitting here injured." I peer at her, narrowing my eyes as I internally debate whether I should be divulging my earlier encounter with Calliope.

Abigail winces a little as she tries to shrug her shoulder. "I know, but you'll tell me. It's what we do."

"Fine. But you do not get to judge. You just have to sit there and accept what I tell you. Deal?"

"I accept"

"So after I kissed her in the bar…"