Title: Braces Not Glasses 2/?

Author: Jay

Rating: On the cusp of R

Pairing: The only one really significant Callie/Erica

Summary: Picks off after Erica walks of, leaving Callie in the parking lot at Seattle Grace. In my mind the time between Callie telling Erica she slept with Mark twice and the unwanted return of Denny is about a month or so instead of a few days or a week.

Disclaimer: Well obviously if I owned Grey's the world of Callica would be a happier place because it would be Callica almost 24/7.

AN: Could possibly become a lengthy series depends on how the feedback goes.

Braces Not Glasses

Erica quickly changed her mind and left her bedroom, escaping the numerous thoughts and traces of Callie. She had tried going into her bathroom for a shower, hoping to wash off the memories of her. But as she walked into the bathroom she tripped over the cord that was connected to the hair straightener that Callie had half hazardly left out. Just as Erica opened up the drawer to put it away she was met with Callie's hair brush.

Well shit, did she move in here?

Erica gave up as she exited her bedroom and plopped down on the couch. She reached out to the fourth beer and popped off the lid and closed her eyes as she tried to forget about Callie.

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Just knock on the door. You have nothing to lose at this point.

Callie had been having an argument with herself for an eternity it seemed. She had some how managed to drive her car to Erica's house. Except now she couldn't get out of the car. Instead she sat there drumming her fingers on the steering wheel and talking to herself, which as it turned out was not helping in the least bit.

Um, you have a lot to lose Callie. You have a friend, pride, girlfriend, ally at work, and oh yeah your heart. But hey if you don't count those then sure you have nothing to lose.

But you will lose her most certainly if you choose to do nothing at all.

Fuck it.

Callie took a deep breath and placed her hand on her car door and slowly pushed it open as she got out of her car.

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Who the hell is that?

Erica made her way to the front door and checked the mirror beside it, to make sure she didn't look half as bad as she felt. She put her hand on the door knob, took a deep breath and opened up the door, realizing that she was allowed to look like shit after the day she had been through. She immediately stopped caring as she took in the sight of a broken Callie Torres in front of her.

Why the hell can't I cry and look like that? I get Rudolph and she gets goddess.

The two of them stood there refusing to look at each other. Well they tried not t o look at each other. Erica took in the sight and sound of Callie switching from adjusting her purse and straightening her scarf around her neck. Callie watched as Erica looked everywhere she could to avoid looking at her. First her eyes made their way to her own purse and her scarf and then they were back to being folded across her chest. She noticed that Erica was biting her lip and tensing her jaw, both clear signs that she was agitated.

Now is quite possibly the worst time in the history of your life to be turned on Calliope Torres.

But that lip…

"Did you want something Torres?"

Callie was broken out of her revere and she had to take a deep breath and opened her mouth to only close it again out of fear. Finally, with all the courage she could, she attempted to make eye contact with Erica. Unfortunately Erica was still looking at Callie's apparel instead of her eyes.

Erica had been looking at Callie's outfit for awhile now. She had picked it out for her this morning. She had given her that scarf in hopes of pulling the ends of it so that she could get Callie's lips to hers faster. The top, with the way it fit on Callie, there was no need to have another reason as to why she picked that one for Callie.

Erica Jane! Get control over yourself! This is not the time to have the same hormone level of Sloan!

"Can I come in Erica?"

The question broke Erica out of her trance and she briefly made eye contact with Callie. Thoughts of the pain and anguish she had been feeling for the past few hours came into contact with the memories of Callie smiling and Callie touching her; causing an immediate migraine to form in the front of her head. She took another deep breath and unfolded her arms, placing her left hand on the door as she looked at Callie.

"I don't think I can do that Dr. Torres."