Everything In It's Right Place 7/?
Title: Such Great Heights
Pairings: Callie/Mark, Meredith/Derek implied, some Izzie, some Cristina and some George
Rating: R (for language)
Disclaimer: not mine
Summary: Nothing huge but, just some character fun
I am thinking it's a sign
That the freckles in our eyes are mirror images
and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned
I have to speculate
That god himself did make us in to corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay
True it may sound like a stretch
But it's thoughts like this that catch my head
When you're away and I am missing you to death.
"What do you mean new colors have been added?" Cristina mumbled as she sipped her coffee over the island counter in Meredith's kitchen, "They were supposed to be black."
Callie yawned exhaustedly next to her then rested her elbow on the countertop, placing her chin on her hand. Izzie moved around the kitchen, fixing herself a bowl of cereal.
"Just--one change. Nothing major, really." Meredith called from the other room, then strolled in the swinging door with three large black bags, hangers sticking out from the top as she laid them out on the empty kitchen table.
"Are those the dresses?" Cristina asked, handing a grumbling Callie a hot cup of coffee.
"Yep."
"Yay!" Izzie exclaimed and ran toward the table, coming to stand next to Crsitna, who slapped her hand away when she reached for one of the sealed dresses, "Owe!"
"I need to see what has obviously your name all over so I know whether to kill you or not." Cristina said dryly then unzipped one of the bags and stepped back with a shocking gasp.
"What?" Callie asked through another yawn.
"There's…color…BABY BLUE??" Cristina turned towards Izzie and smacked her shoulder, hard. Callie chuckled as the blonde complained and rubbed at where she'd been hit.
"Just the ribbons!" Izzie yelled back.
"I hate you. I'm going to murder you then bury you in that pretty little dress you love so much."
"Okay!" Meredith announced, "Break it up. This is my bridal day. Eyes on me."
Cristina glared at Izzie and Izzie dodged her, hiding behind Meredith as Izzie yawned again and sipped her coffee. It was too early for her to remotely care.
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The music blared from wall to wall at Joe's. Mark sat, listening to Derek inform his four brothers in law, George O'Malley and Richard Webber how he was glad he was getting married and how it was time to get drunk and celebrate. Mark nursed his beer thoughtfully, leaning against the bar as the bachelor party cheered with a round of shots. Usually, he'd be the first time suggest over consumption of alcohol, but he wasn't in the mood.
"What are you doing over here, Sloan?" he was jerked from his thoughts, as Chief Webber came up to stand (or rather, stumble) next to him, "The party's over there. You're the best man."
"I trust you, killer. You got this."
Richard glared up at him, drunk, but still--not impressed, "Don't call me Killer." he sipped from his drink and climbed onto a stool and sighed, "You think they'll have kids?"
"Who? Meredith and Derek? Yes. Derek was born a dad, I think."
"I should have had kids. I mean, Meredith was like my kid, but, it's not the same. Everyone should have kids. They make you better." He turned towards Mark then, "What about you and Torres? You planning on kids?"
Mark straightened up, caught off guard by the question, "I don't know--she'd be a great mom. And she makes me want to be that guy but--just--not yet."
"When then? When you're sixty years old? You should have kids." he said with a nod, "I have to use the bathroom."
As he watched him wobble away, he wondered if he'd ever truly be ready. He wanted to be. If anything, he wanted to be ready for her. For Callie, if that's what she wanted. After almost a year, that was definitely the longest relationship he'd ever been in. The first time he had asked her to marry him, it had surprised him, but he had meant it, and that in itself surprised him even more. So he wondered why the thought of having children didn't quite feel right, but every morning, when he'd wake up and she was tangled up in him, all he wanted to do was ask her to marry him, "Baby steps, Sloan." He said to himself, whipping out his cell phone and pressing Callie's number on his speed dial.
He stood there, with the receiver to his ear for a long time, finally , after getting no answer, he picked up his beer from the bar and took a long swig. He choked a little and coughed as two arms slid around his waist and before he could pull away, the familiar perfume clouded him and he smiled unbeknownst to himself. He turned around in Callie's arms and his smiled widened, "Hey, you. I just tried calling you."
She wrapped her arms tighter around him and looked up at him, her eyes a little heavy from her buzz, "Awe, see? That's why I know you're faithful. You're at a bar during a bachelor party and you call your girlfriend." She reached up and with one hand pursed his lips so she could pull him down and kiss him.
"What can I say? I'm just that adorable."
She chuckled then, a low, throaty--yet slightly drunken--chuckle that Mark found incredibly attractive.
"What are you doing here anyway? You've got a bachelorette party to attend." he asked, placing his arms loosely around her.
"We didn't quite plan things out and we ran out of alcohol. Mostly consumed by Cristina and me. Too much Izzie, thank you very much."
He spotted Cristina and Izzie gathering a few bottles from Joe and he waved. He flinched slightly as Callie switched from gently kissing just under his chin to licking through an open mouthed kiss, "What is wrong with you?" He laughed, looking down at her, "You are really drunk, huh?"
"Just a little bit." She said through a giggle, then reaching up for another kiss.
"Drunk enough to say yes if I asked you to marry me?"
"Stop it." She scowled, playfully slapping his ass.
"Are moving the party to the bar, then?" He asked, taking advantage of her lack of self control to steal another kiss.
"Nah. We're just gathering more provisions. Plus, I want to see the stripper."
Mark groaned and rolled his eyes, "I had forgotten about that. It's not going to be pretty."
She reached up again and smoothed out his forehead, "Worry lines, dear." She joked and kissed him again, moving his hand to his hair and kissed him deeper, sighing as she ran her tongue over his and he placed a firm hand on the small of her back.
He pulled away and laughed as she went in for another kiss but he pulled back, "Hey--" he said, holding her face in both hands, visually tracing the patterns the freckles on her nose made as she stared back sleepily, "-I love you, you know."
"I know." She said and bit her lip, blushing slightly under his stare and she looked away before he leaned down and placed a short kiss to her neck before digging his nose in her hair and breathing in. She closed her eyes and let her forehead rest against his shoulder, ignoring anyone who might be staring.
"Callie!" Cristina called and when Callie turned her head towards her pointed a finger towards the door and almost jumped up and down with excitement.
Callie turned towards the door and immediately smiled at the tall, blonde, over made up woman stepping into the bar in a black trench coat and leather boots, "There's our girl." She said, tapping Mark's shoulder for him to turn.
"No. I don't want to." He refused, turning the opposite way.
"Mark--" She scolded and forced his head in the girl's direction.
He winced at first, but then, seemed a bit lost, "Where?"
"THERE." She said, pointing straight at the woman. "The strawberry blonde."
He looked closer and his eyes widened in surprise as he finally spotted the stripper, "That's her? Wow."
"I told you." She said and started to walk away, "I'll be right back. You sit and enjoy."
"I'll try." he said sarcastically, almost warming up to her "idea".
"Dude--you think we'll see boobs?" Cristina asked anxiously as Callie came to stand next to her and Izzie.
"I don't know." She answered. "They don't look stuffed."
"What are you talking about?" Izzie asked, but her question went ignored as the woman removed her jacket, revealing a police officer outfit consisting of a pair of booty shorts, a cleavage revealing top and thigh high boots.
"Sugar Gams." Cristina said to Callie and nodded, "I get it. They're nice. Bitch."
"Is that all with the costume? They're usually more--" Before Callie could continue, Sugar Gams fished out a cop hat from her bag and a night stick. "Oh, there we go." Callie said and was soon handed a beer by Cristina.
"Sugar Gams is a professional, Callie." Cristina said accusingly.
"I don't know how I ever doubted her."
"How do you know a stripper?" Izzie asked Cristina.
"Met her while we were picking up Meredith's cakes."
"I am looking for Doctor Derek Shepherd!" Sugar Gams announced and someone stoppe dthe music, "Anyone know where Dr. Shepherd is?!"
The groom's party then started pointing and hollering for her to approach their table, where Derek sat, wearing a small tiara that mark had made him wear.
"There's the good doctor." she said, and the crowd parted for and she strutted her way through, "I am here to serve you with a warrant--" She started, but stopped, one foot on Derek's chair, between his legs as he drunkenly blushed, "--well, I'm here to serve you, with what, we'll see later." She winked and Derek's hand flew to his mouth as men cheered and Aerosmith's "Crazy" started to play.
"Oh my god." Mark laughed into his hands as the girls came to join him at the bar.
"Baby, you want a lap dance?" Callie asked.
"No, thanks." He answered, taking a swig of her beer.
They turned towards the show and Sugar Gams had disposed of her top and Derek was now wearing her cop hat.
"I see boobs!" Cristina said and Callie looked around the crowd, then gasped at seeing what Cristina had just seen, "I see them!"
"What time do you think you'll be sending these alcoholics home tonight?" Mark whispered into Callie's ear.
"I don't' know. Why?"
"I was thinking you could do something like that--to that song maybe?"
She chuckled and leaned in close, "I'll think about it, bright eyes, but I doubt that's going to happen tonight. Your duties are to tend to the groom all night tonight. You'll be busy. "
Mark frowned and turned back to Derek, who was eyeing Sugar Gam's derriere with a sideways, pensive look on his face. Mark laughed then, "Okay. This is pretty funny."
"Those are really good boobs." Callie observed.
"What is the big deal with the woman's boobs?!" An aggravated Izzie asked.
"Wait for it." Cristina responded, reassuringly patting her knee.
"Oh--" Mark started, sitting up straight, "--here he comes."
A stunned Derek stiffly made a beeline towards the group and stopped just in front of them.
"Hey, Derek. How was your lap dance?" Cristina asked, deadpan.
"Hey, buddy. You okay?" mark asked, the way he would ask a small child, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"I uh--" He stammered, "--I felt something when she--he--that's a MAN."
Callie fake gasped and lifted a hand to her mouth, "No!" Cristina turned away instantly, hiding her demeanor as her shoulders shook with her muffled laughter.
"Yeah." Derek nodded, trancelike, "At least from the waist down anyway."
Izzie's jaw dropped and Callie bit her cheek to keep from laughing.
"I'm going to go and uh--call my fiancée."
"Okay." Mark said as Derek slumped away, confused.
Mark turned and glared at the giggling duo that was Callie and Cristina and a still shell chocked Izzie, "Horrible. Horrible women."
"We have to go." Cristina said through half chuckles, "Meredith's waiting." She wiped the mirthful tears from her eyes as she and Izzie started to gather the alcohol they had bought off of Joe.
"Okay." Callie said, hopping off her seat and kissing Mark goodbye before leading the girls out through the crowd.
As they made their way through, Cristina bumped into George, "Watch it, Bambi. I've got precious things in arms."
"Where--are you going with Kelly?" He slurred drunkenly.
"Am I--what? Oh, Callie. Yes. I'm going with Callie and Izzie."
"I miss her." he said with a mournful sigh.
"Which one?"
"Callie. Now--Mark Sloan's all over her--"
Cristina made a scornful face at him and sighed, "Did you like the stripper, George?"
"Yes." He answered with a goofy smile, "She's pretty."
"Okay. I'm going to do you a favor. Sit tight." She patted his shoulder twice and disappeared back into the bar. She looked around for a while, until finally, she spotted Sugar Gams, "Hey--Sugar."
She turned around and smiled, "Hey, honey. Where'd your Doctor friend go? You paid for an hour."
"Yeah--he's--gone. Listen, you see that tree elf drowning in his beer over there?"
"Yeah." Sugar nodded, spotting George.
"He's a little blue. How about you keep him company for a while?"
"Sure."
XXX
"You can always just un-invite them." Callie said, twisting open another beer as she took a seat next to Cristina, on the floor in her living room. Meredith had been going on and on about how she wasn't sure about inviting her sisters to the wedding because "who knew if they'd even show".
"I can't un-invite them the night before--can I?"
"NO, Meredith." Izzie said, her speech slurred and her hair out of place. Callie glared. Was she really that drunk? Why was she so comfortable in her apartment all of a sudden--contradicting her.
"You need to connect with normal people. They're your sisters. Everyone needs sisters." Izzie added.
"Izzie, shut UP." Callie said, finally fed up with her constant ramblings, "Just shut your mouth. Nobody cares."
Cristina stared from one woman to the other, more than amused by the sudden outburst--Izzie glared back, shocked.
"Seriously, Izzie. Just--zip it. If she wants to un-invite her freaking family, let her. It's her wedding, not yours. She already let you put your stupid baby blue all over our dresses, just--SHUT UP."
"Okay. One, it's POWDER blue--"
"Whatever."
"And two, I don't know why you're still such a bitch. You bagged the hottest guy at the hospital. What do you have to bitch about?"
Callie laughed bitterly and sat up, "If you so much as look his way I will rip out your weave and beat you with it."
"I DO NOT HAVE A WEAVE AND I AM NOT INTERESTED."
"You mean the bleach blonde is real? Well--color me stupid, I thought you must have paid for that. It's brassy. It's not on god's color wheel."
"At least my hair is not black."
"It would match your soul, Izzie."
"Fuck you."
"NO thanks! Even though ... when you fucked my ex-husband you were fucking me by proxy. Did you enjoy that part of it?"
"Oh my god, I cannot stand you." Izzie hissed and Cristina picked up the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table while Meredith stared, mortified.
"It's mutual, Blondie, now shut up before I show you how easy it is to get a broken neck."
"Don't threaten me, Callie. Because-"
Callie got to her feet.
Meredith jumped between them. "STOP IT! I AM THE BRIDE! I GET ALL THE ATTENTION AND NONE OF THE FIGHTING SO STOP IT!"
Cristina threw popcorn at Meredith. "You are too little to be a referee! Let them go at it."
"Yeah," Callie nodded. "Let us go at it!"
"Fine by me!" Izzie snapped, jumping to her feet. "I will so kick your ass."
"You're too knock kneed to lift your legs."
"Don't make fun of my handicap."
"But it's just so easy. You're such a cunt--"
Meredith stomped her foot. "Callie Torres, you are happy with Mark. And Izzie Stevens, you are better off alone. Neither one of you are with George and both of you are better than this so stop being girls and be women! AND I'M THE BRIDE!"
"FINE!" Izzie and Callie shouted together.
Then they looked at one another and started to laugh so hard that it was unnerving. Meredith took a cautious step back and glanced at Cristina, who had a mouth full of popcorn, but wasn't chewing.
With Meredith out of the way, Izzie fanned her face and said, "I'm dying. You called me a cunt! That was so funny!"
Callie leaned forward and put a hand on her shoulder. "The funnier part is that I meant it."
Izzie howled with laughter and nodded. "I so am. I really am."
"I SO KNOW!" Callie nodded, tears rolling down her face from laughing so hard.
And then they hugged.
Cristina dropped the bowl of popcorn on the floor when they kissed. "I am so vomiting. I am so vomiting."
Meredith looked around the room, confused, "Am I…in Oz, drunk or in Hell?"
"Hell. For SURE. This is of the devil." Cristina stood and pushed Callie and Izzie apart. They flopped back on the couch pointing at each other and laughing. When the two alcoholics settled down and leaned into each other lovingly, Cristina stood up cautiously and moved away from them.
And Meredith picked up a bridal magazine and pretended not to notice.
XXX
"Shit." Callie mumbled into her pillow. She was face down but could swear she could feel the sunlight annoyingly on her face. Her head hurt. Like there was a huge bag of sand on her head and her back ached, like there was an even bigger bag of sand on it--it wasn't until she tried to lift her head that it wasn't bags of sands but--limbs. Heavy ones. She was fully clothed. Even her shoes were still on.
She turned her head and was faced with the most terrifying image she'd ever seen. Izzie Stevens was about an inch and a half away, snoring away, her arm heavy on Callie's head. She quickly brushed it aside roughly and sat up, kicking the blonde's leg off of her waist.
"Owe." Izzie complained, opening her eyes, and after a second, scooting as far away as she could from Callie without bumping Cristina and Meredith off the bed.
"Oh my God." Callie mumbled, "Did you molest me?"
"We're fully clothed."
"Well, get out of my bed-- you smell like beer."
Izzie sighed, resigned and closed her eyes, "You're such a fucking bitch, Callie."
Callie simply rolled out of bed, removed her shoes and tossed them at her ass.
As she poured coffee into her mug in the kitchen, she heard the front door open and slam shut and she winced at the sharp pain it caused.
"Hey, baby." mark said, yawning, looking almost as badly as Callie did and dropping his jacket on the kitchen table.
"Oh, fuck you…" She groaned.
"Hangover?" He asked, taking her coffee and kissing her forehead.
"You have no idea."
Meredith then stumbled into the kitchen, her eyes half closed, "Pain. All over." She said and collapsed into a chair.
Mark seemed confused and shook his head a little, "Did you--sleep together."
"Yes, pervert." Cristina growled as she made an entrance and grabbed the fresh coffee mug Callie had just poured for herself.
"I'm going to hurt someone…" Just then, Izzie strolled in, dragging her feet and groaning in pain, "--oh, look at that. Someone to hurt."
"Callie--shut UP."
"Eat me, Blondie."
"No. Seriously!" mark exclaimed, not really sure what to make of the picture of his girlfriend emerging from their bedroom with a bunch of women after a long night of drinking. "What the hell?"
"Shh--" Izzie instructed, sitting in a chair next to Meredith's.
"You guys look like crap." Cristina informed them, apparently, completely unaffected, "--I'm glad. After the little show you made us sit through."
"What show?" Mark asked enthusiastically as Callie and Izzie both shot up with the same terrified look on their faces.
"WHAT?" Callie asked.
"Oh, god, I thought that was all a dream." Izzie groaned and dropped her head on the table.
"Nightmare, actually." Meredith corrected.
"WHAT show?" mark asked again.
"I'll show you later. I got it on my phone." Crsitina said and Mark made a move towards her.
"What?!" Callie shouted.
"I'm kidding!" Cristina assured her and once Callie turned her back, she mouthed to mark, "Later."
Callie then poured herself a large cup of coffee and sipped carefully. Mark stared at her, "What?" She asked, her eyeliner slightly smeared.
"Baby, you hate black coffee."
"I know. I just--need to get the taste of Izzie out of my mouth."
Mark choked on his coffee and Callie rolled her eyes, not bothering to correct herself.
There was a long silence before Callie looked over at Izzie, and tilted her head to the side, "You're not a bad kisser."
Izzie mimicked her motions and nodded, "Neither are you."
Oh my GOD!" Cristina yelled, "Do NOT do it again! My eyes--they're--I need surgery. Really. PLEASE."
"How's Derek doing?" Meredith asked Mark and he finally forced himself to focus on something other than his girlfriend and the blonde sitting in his kitchen, "Um--he's fine. Passed out on your bed, but fine--a little traumatized, but fine."
"Traumatized. Why is he traumatized?"
Callie and Cristina avoided Meredith's eyes, while she searched everyone in the room for an answer, "You know what? I don't care. I'm getting married today. I've got bigger things to worry about."
"Good." Mark said. "Does this mean you're leaving? I've got pending sex with Callie."
Cristina sneered at him, "Rude. And ew."
"Unless you're going to join, I'd suggest you're out of here by the time I get out of the shower, Yang." he kissed Callie's cheek and disappeared down the hall.
Callie looked at the three women and sighed, "Breakfast anyone?"
XXX
Next. Maybe I'll show you the wedding party J
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