Tumbling Down

I see the rain
I feel the river flows like a drawing through my veins
There is a fire's burning
I feel this beauty
There's a fire that's burning and we won't ever be the same
there's no where that let you hide ,Oh pretty face
There's making no move for everything

Tonight with you
I guess there's how it's gotta be
The world comes tumbling down
And I whish I could stay
But I know it wont never be that way
The world comes tumbling down

I can't believe it
You'll never stay
But we've talked too long and we've gotta fall
And now there's nothing left to say
Who makes this reasons?
Who tells is right?
But if you heard about you shout it out

Right is made
I know you won't to make it see how much this been hurts
But you've got to walk away now so…

Mark sat in the back of the gallery, crowded with interns. He stared gloomily down at the OR, where Callie stood, performing surgery. He was so enthralled in the "procedure", that he didn't notice when Derek came to sit next to him.

He eyed him curiously, wincing at the bags under his eyes and the overgrown stubble, "You giving Big Foot a run for hi money?"

"Huh?" he said, jerked from his thoughts, "Oh. Hey."

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"Really?" Derek asked sarcastically, "You're not doing anything?"

"I'm just watching a very interesting procedure."

"It's a hip replacement."

"So?" he answered, only half listening as he returned his attention to Callie.

"Begging is your best bet."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Tell her you miss her."

"It's not a bout me. She needs time to--its' not a bout me."

"It's always about you." Derek said quietly, biting into a green apple, "I mean, consequently, it's about her…"

Mark nodded still not looking at him.

"--but, it's really about YOU. YOU need to tell her that you're sorry and that you're ready to not be an ass. Instead of drooling over her during her surgeries."

"I'm giving her space. And I'm here for the surgery. I'm not looking at her."

"Mmhmm."

Cristina, soon walked in, seating just a row below them. For a moment, she didn't' say anything, observing the surgery. Finally leaning back to whisper to both of them, she frowned, "This is a hip replacement."

"I know this." Derek answered, carefully chewing on his apple.

"So…what are we doing here?" She asked.

"NOT looking at Callie." Derek answered calmly.

"Ah--I see." She nodded, then got a closer look at Mark, who sat back with his arms crossed over his chest, "Dude, you look like crap."

"Kiss. My. Ass, garden snake." He said in response.

She simply cleared her throat, and stood up, before throwing the pen in her pocket against the gallery window on her way out.

Callie instantly looked up and Derek chuckled as Mark tried like hell to hide, unsuccessfully, before finally decide ding to duck out of the gallery.

XXX

"I hate you--" Cristina panted heavily, jogging alongside Callie, who was pushing Sophie along in a jogging stroller, "--I hate you I hate you I hate you." Cristina repeated, "Oh, GOD, I hate you so hard."

"Just--keep running." Callie replied, her cheeks flushed from running, "Just keep going."

"I can't--" She gasped, grabbing the back of Callie's work out jacket, pulling her to short stop, "--just stop. I can't." She bent over, groaning as she tried to catch her breath.

"Suck it up!" Callie said, gasping for air, one hand holding onto the stroller, the other on her waist, "Where the hell is Meredith?" She asked, looking around the deserted park.

"We lost her like ten minutes ago." She answered, taking a deep breath and coughing in return, "Damn you, Torres! To hell! You hear me? TO HELL!"

"Shut up and let's go."

"No! Do it for Sophie--" Cristina said, pointing at the stroller, "Do it for the children."

They both leaned over and looked at Sophie, who remained sound asleep, "Sophie's fine." Callie hissed.

Cristina sighed in relief as Meredith came up behind them, licking an ice cream cone, "hey, guys."

"Okay. She's here." Callie said, beginning to jog in place, "Ready? Let's go."

"Please make her stop." Cristina begged Meredith, "Shoot her DEAD."

"She has a child." Meredith answered with a shrug in a slightly disappointed tone.

"Let's--GO." Callie said, still jogging in place and breathing hard, but not necessarily from the exercise.

"Is she okay?" Cristina asked Meredith, who seemed equally perplexed, "Ask her if she's okay."

"Callie? You okay?" Meredith asked, as she was told.

When Callie looked up, she was crying excessively, "Mark is an asshole!" She exclaimed in between sobs.

"Give her your ice cream." Cristina told Meredith through gritted teeth.

Meredith innocently offered her ice cream to Callie, but the scoop fell off of the cone and flopped on the concrete, "Oops."

"Mark SUCKS!" Callie shouted, to no one in particular, before glancing over at Sophie, who still slept like a rock, "he didn't even try to fight for us. He just--let me kick him out…who does that?!"

"An ass." Cristina offered, and winced when Meredith pinched her arm, "I'm being supportive!"

"No, you're not helping the situation--"

"No--" Callie interjected, "--she's right. He IS an ass. And, you know, I look GOOD. I have a one year old daughter. I'm a catch. He's--he's…whatever." She wiped the tears from her eyes, "That was the last of my Mark tears. I'm done with that. I'm just going to be angry--he broke my vibrator!"

"The one I helped picked out?!" Cristina asked, insulted, "That PRICK."

"Okay." Callie said, taking a deep breath, "We can go back to your place and eat whatever emotionally inspired carb-fest Izzie's been cooking up lately."

XXX

Derek sat with a beer in his hand, staring with concern at mark, who sat across him at a table at Joe's bar with a slightly irritated and angry, but empty look on his face. His beer untouched. He had been that for about twenty minutes, staring at his first beer, while Derek was now working on his second. He sighed and leaned forwards, "Mark?"

"Hmm?" It was more of a groan than an answer.

"She probably just forgot."

"She's dating someone else already. Two weeks and she's seeing someone."

Derek shook his head, "You don't know that."

"Yes, I do." He growled.

"She wasn't home when she said she was going to be! That means she's seeing someone, Mark?"

"She doesn't forget things. I forget things. This is why we're--half broken up--"

"Half broken up?"

"--she's seeing someone. I haven't seen Sophie in three days. This was the first night I had off and she knew that--"

Derek looked at him carefully, first with mock pity, and then with a bit of amazement. He was really, not only grown up, but actually in love, "Mark, she's not seeing anyone…"

"You don't know that. She could be--she SHOULD be." he said quietly, "Meredith said it was admirable of me to move out instead of having Callie and Sophie leave."

"It was." Derek assured him.

"I just didn't want her to go anywhere where I couldn't find them. That's not admirable. That's selfish." He sighed heavily.

"Do you want the trailer? While you and Callie fix things? It has a bed." Derek said with a shrug.

"Thanks." Mark mumbled.

"Let's go."

XXX

At Meredith's house, Callie lounged on the sofa, a caramel apple in her hand, while Cristina sat at the other end, with her legs stretched out so that her feet rested on Callie's lap. Meredith sat in the stuffed chair to the right, her feet propped up on the coffee table as she too munched on a caramel apple.

"How does she find the energy to make these?" Callie asked.

"She's not human." Cristina said.

"Be nice." Meredith said.

"I'm being nice--I'm just saying…she's…super human."

They giggled, but the mood was suddenly interrupted, when Derek opened the front door and stepped inside, with Mark right behind him.

He looked around the room for a second, until his glare rested on Callie, who stared back, emotionless, "I was supposed to see Sophie today." He said.

"Oh--I'm sorry, I forgot." She said, honestly apologetic, but she grew angry when he chuckled bitterly, "What?" She snapped.

"You forgot--I went over there, looking for you like an idiot, and you're sitting here eating apples. Are you having fun?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. What is your problem? I said I was sorry."

The room grew tense and the girls and Derek simply sat there, not knowing what to do or say.

"What is MY problem? What is YOUR problem?? I haven't seen my daughter in three days!"

"Oh, NOW you care?" She said, standing and handing a shocked Cristina her apple.

"Okay, enough with the martyr attitude, okay?" He said, blocking her way, "how about accepting for once, that you fucked up?"

"Shut up--"

"Where is she?!"

"She's napping upstairs! Calm down!"

His angered flared at her tone, "I don't want you flaunting men in front of my daughter!" He said suddenly and Derek groaned behind him.

"WHAT!" Callie yelled.

"You heard me! She's MY daughter! So, if you start to feel the urge to merge, make sure she's not around to see it!"

"You're a fucking lunatic, do you know that? If anyone should be worried is me! With all the friendly little nurses you hang around--"

"I'm not the one with the all male surgical staff!"

"Oh, fuck you, Mark."

"Fuck YOU! Oh, yeah, I said it."

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME IS THAT YOU'VE APARANTLY DECIDED THIS RELATIONSHIP IS OVER ALL ON YOUR OWN, BECAUSE I HAVEN'T HEARD FROM YOU TWICE IN THE LAST TWO WEEKS!!"

She blinked at his words and he stepped back, suddenly aware of the shocked faces around them.

Callie swallowed hard and took a few short breaths before she knew what to say, "Can I talk to you outside?"

He nodded and followed our out onto the porch. Once they were out, Cristina sighed heavily, "They must have the best sex."

They sat on the porch swing, careful not to make any sudden movements that would cause another argument.

Mark closed his eyes and sighed, "I'm sorry."

"Me too." She said, looking at her lap. "I haven't decided anything. I don't' want to--"

"I think you have." He said.

"No." She shook her head, "I just--I need to think and--"

"Heal."

"Yeah." She took a deep breath, "I don't want to keep Sophie from you. I didn't--today was not on purpose. My head was just full and…I wouldn't do that." She said, her heart aching.

"I know." He said as he looked at her and realized what was happening, "So it really is indefinitely. We're separated?"

"I think we have to be." She said, choking on her tears, "Just for a while. I just want you to be SURE."

"I AM."

"No. You're not. We wouldn't be here right now if you were."

A knowing silence fell upon them and he simply nodded. He leaned forwards and tilted her chin up, and kissed her gently.

She smiled sorrowfully, "I have a full diaper bag in there. You want to keep her overnight?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. I'll just go kiss her goodbye--" She trailed off as she stood up and hurried back inside to hide the tears in her eyes.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his lap. He looked over as Derek stepped outside and leaned against the swing, "What happened?" He asked him.

"I'm going to need the trailer for a while."

XXX

He drove up to the tiny trailer and carefully pulled Sophie out of her car seat. She slept soundly against his chest as he carried her inside. He switched on a light and dropped the diaper bag on the couch before moving towards the bed with the intent of setting her down, but stopped for a second and just held her against him, smelling her head as he kissed the top of it. He had always loved the way his baby smelled. He had been convinced that HIS child smelled differently than other babies. He knew why now--because she kind of smelled like Callie. He pressed his cheek against her head and just rocked her for about an hour before finally setting her down.

XXX