Million Faces

Oh the phone you know it never stops, it's the last thing I hear at night
and the first thing I hear in the morning.
and as I start to let it burn my head, you slowly creep into bed
and I'm done talking
you say you know how I'm feeling, I just need to try to settle down

Oh a million faces pass my way
Oh they're all the same, nothing seem to change anytime I look around
Oh who knows just what the future holds
all I want to know is if it's with you

Tired as hell and falling up the stairs, filled with a thousand cares as you walk out from the bedroom
though it feels like all my fire has gone, you just turn me on
can't believe how much I want you
you say you know how I'm feeling, I just need to try to settle down

Oh a million faces pass my way
Oh they're all the same, nothing seem to change anytime I look around
Oh who knows just what the future holds
all I want to know is if it's with you

Callie sat on a bench at the park with Meredith, watching intently as now, three year old Sophie and one year olds, Mia and Allen played in the playground. Callie looked perplexed as Mia ran around with a couple of boys her age. With difficulty, she climbed up the steps to the slide and slid down easily. Meanwhile, Allen and Sophie played in the sand together.

"What?" Meredith asked.

"I don't know--it's just, Sophie's so calm and friendly and lovely. Like Allen. And Mia---" She sighed, "She's friendly and lovely….but she's stubborn and feisty."

"She's you."

"Shut up. Cristina says Mia might be a lesbian--which would be a relief to know that she'll stay away from the boys, but---I somehow doubt it." Callie sat up as Mia threatened to push a little boy off a swing, "Mia! No!" The little girl simply looked up, her big brown eyes looking back as innocently as possible, her shaggy, honey brown hair in her face--she pulled the butterfly barrette off her hair as soon as Callie had put it on-- smiling her little dimples at her mother.

Meredith giggled beside her, "Oh, she's trouble. Look at that smile."

"She's the devil's child, I'm telling you. I mean, she's ONE! She's--she's unbelievable. Mia, stop!" She yelled at Mia who had taken a liking to the boy on the swing and was now pinching his cheek roughly.

"Leave her alone." Cristina said, appearing from behind and handing Callie and Meredith ice cream bars, "She's my daughter." She said point blankly, "There's not way Sloan had anything to do with making her." She then unwrapped two other bars and handed them to Sophie and Allen, then looked up and whistled loudly. Mia turned instantly, "T-Rex! Ice cream!" The little girl struggled to run in the sand, but went at full speed anyway, repeating Cristina's name excitedly, which sounded more like 'Kee-nah'.

"Make her say 'thank you', and stop calling her T-Rex." Callie told Cristina.

Cristina rolled her eyes, "You're so boring now." She sneered, letting Mia take the ice cream without some much as a glance up at any of the adults as she turned around and ran back towards the swings.

When Cristina sat back down next to Callie, she tried to ignore her glaring, "Stop looking at me like that."

"You're not helping!"

"Oh, please. I keep your kids cool."

"You going to train them to be surgeons, too?"

"Cardio all the way, baby." She said, taking a bite of her ice cream, "Mike wants to meet you," She said, under her breath.

"What?" Meredith asked, keeping her eyes on Allen and Sophie. "Who's Mike?" Realizing who she was talking about, she gasped and turned to look at her, "MIKE!"

"With the hair." Callie added, an amused smile on her face.

"Shut up." Cristina snapped.

"But, why would we meet a guy you're not even seriously seeing?" Meredith teased.

"Fuck you guys, okay. Can you just say yes already so we can move past this."

"Fine." Meredith said finally.

"Ditto." Callie agreed.

"Good." Said Cristina, "Dinner at one of your houses by the way."

"Not it." Meredith said, "I don't feel like cleaning up."

Callie sighed and shook her head, "I feel used--like a whore."

"Oh--GOD." Callie groaned as she flopped down on the bed, her cheek against the mattress, "No more. No more days at the fair. ANY fair."

Mark chuckled, kicking off his shoes as he closed their bedroom door and got out of his clothes, "They're asleep now."

"After two hours." She mumbled, "They're never having cotton candy again. Oh my god, my back."

He climbed on the bed, straddling her butt as he leaned over and kissed her back after lifting her shirt. He kneaded the flesh firmly and smiled when she groaned, "You totally guilted me into doing this, didn't you?"

"It WAS your idea to go to the stupid fair."

He moved his hands higher up her back and slowly slid his fingers over the sides of her breasts. She reached behind her and smacked his leg, "Stop. Work."

"I am working." He said, as he continued to kiss along her spine.

She wiggled under him as he slipped his hands under her as best he could and groped her breasts. She bit her bottom lip and lifted her upper body, turning her head to kiss him, "You owe me a massage." She said in between kisses.

"I'm GIVING you a massage." he growled against her ear, rolling her nipples between his fingers through the fabric of her bra, then bit her cheek.

She turned on her back and pulled him back down for a kiss as he crawled between her legs. She slipped her hands under his shirt and raked her nails along his shoulder blades, gently nibbling on his neck.

He smiled and lifted his head to look down on her, "Do you remember the first time we slept together?"

She smiled fondly at the memory and nodded, "Yes, I remember it well."

"You said it was dirty. It wasn't THAT dirty."

"It WAS dirty. You rammed me into the mattress. It was fun--"

"Yeah." he smirked, brushing her bangs aside gently.

"You pulled my hair." She lifted her hips slightly and shivered slightly, biting her lips, "We should go away for a weekend and just--do dirty things." She kissed his chin and licked it shortly, "Filthy, dirty, LOUD things."

"And I can pull your hair?"

"You can pull my hair." She sunk her fingers into his hair as he kissed her, deeply, running his tongue over the roof of her mouth and she moaned as he ground his chest against her breasts, "You can pull my hair no, if you want." She whispered breathlessly and chuckled.

"Yeah?" He asked, equally breathless, equally aroused. He whipped his shirt over his head as she fumbled with her jeans and he quickly pulled them off in one pull.

As she climbed onto his lap, he pulled her shirt off and kissed her again, sucking in her bottom lip as she ground her pelvis against his crotch and moaned.

Her bra was gone in a second and his mouth was on a hardened nipple just as quickly. She tossed her head back as he held the sensitive bud ever so gently between his teeth, then quickly moved to the other one as he gripped her ass with both hands and pushed her harder against him.

"Lie down--" She panted, "…lie down, get your pants off."

He let her pull his pants off and watched as she disposed of her panties, then crawled up his body, licking and kissing his torso, her lips finally hovering over his ass he slowly lowered herself onto him and her breath became shaky.

He cradled her head in his hand, keeping her lips near as he watched her breathing slightly blowing the strands of hair that fell over her face. She moved slowly up and down, but the slowly and steady pace was over soon with one hard thrust down that caused both of them to groan loudly and Callie's back to arch in pleasurable pain. She rolled her hips, thrusting down, until they were both slick with sweat.

He laid still as long as he could, until he felt her start to clench around him, and he couldn't hold out any longer. He sat up and pulled her hair roughly, kissing her neck as he did so, and she gasped as he pushed her on her back and drove deeply inside her, "Oh god you feel good." he groaned. Whoever had said that commitment and family ruined sex, was obviously an idiot.

Callie's phone rang and they both ignored it completely, sharing wet, sloppy kisses as Callie tightened hard around him and they came together, silencing each other with kisses.

They remained that way for a while, tangled up in each other, kissing until they were too exhausted to move. He crawled off her, only to drape his arm over her and they both closed their eyes.

"That was good." She said sleepily.

"It was REALLY good." He corrected her, "We've still got it."

"Cristina said I was boring."

He chuckled, "You---are NOT boring."

"I'm not. Sleep." She said and reached aimlessly for whatever blanket she could find at one side of the comforter, laying it over their bodies as she leaned into the crook of his arm and draped a leg over his waist.

Just as they were dozing off, the doorbell rang. They sifted slightly but remained in bed, until they heard a knock, followed by more bell ringing.

"What the HELL." Mark complained, turning over to pull Callie closer against him and bury his face in her hair.

Callie groaned and shut her eyes even tighter, until there was more knocking. She sat up and groaned again.

"No. Don't go. Let them leave." Mark insisted.

"They're not leaving, whoever it is, "She reluctantly got out of bed and dressed in her pajamas as the knocking continued and sat up, rubbing his eyes, "Go back to sleep. I'll get it."

"Cant sleep anymore." He said and climbed out bed, grabbing his boxers from the floor, "I'll go with you."

They walked down the stairs, switching on lights as they went.

"Okay!" mark called as the impertinent knocking continued. He swung the door open and they both stared dumbfounded, "You've got to be kidding me."

Cristina stared back at the zombies framed in the doorway. Callie's hair was allover the place, and Mark looked like he was about to collapse, "Did you ROLL down the stairs?"

"You handle this." Mark said to Callie before heading back upstairs.

Callie watched Cristina and come inside and followed her into the kitchen, where she quickly made herself at home, grabbing a leftover pastry of some kind from the fridge and hopping up on the counter.

"What are you doing here?" Callie asked her, leaning against the counter.

"I don't do commitment." She blurted out, "I mean, I do. Commitment with no rings. That's the only reason you and I get along. And that's why I'm here with you instead of at Meredith's because now there's not room for me in her bed. It's…crowded and Allen kicks."

"What's your point?"

"My point is, that, I like cutting people open. I don't have time to do the arguing about who left the coffee on or--I don't do the moving in together thing and I don't have the 'where is this going' talk either."

"You know you have to talk to Mike about this. I mean, he's just met your friends. You have to tell him that with you, things have to go a certain way."

"I'M the one that asked him, though!" Cristina said in a panic.

Callie looked at her, confused, "What do you mean?"

"I'm the one that suggested he'd meet you clowns. I'm the one that started the 'where is this going' talk, and I asked him to move here from New York."

Callie remained silent for a while, looking perplexed and then amused.

"What is that?" Cristina asked, "What's that look?"

"You're growing up. You want a boy in your apartment."

"Shut up." Cristina sneered, "That's not attractive, what you're doing with your voice."

"Oh--" Callie said with a sigh, "Look at you." She reached out to pet her head but Cristina brushed it off. She laughed, "What did he say?"

"He said 'okay'." She answered, looking even more perplexed than Callie, "Is that--is that insane? He wants to move his practice here. That should be a total turn off, right?"

"Sure."

"He's a lawyer. I'm a surgeon. We're greedy. We cancel each other out. We should just end it right now."

"Or, you could NOT." Callie offered, nudging her shoulder, "Stop fighting it. Whether you like it or not, you're human."

"I'm a machine. An operating machine."

"I think you have a heart."

"I don't" She protested and hopped off the counter, "I'm staying over."

"Don't wake the girls." Callie warned as Cristina toed off her shows at the foot of the stairwell and made her way up the girls' room.

Mia's and Allen's second birthdays were celebrated in one big party and Sophie's fourth was soon approaching. They had no trouble getting her into a good school.

"The girl is a charmer." Mark had said, "Like her daddy."

"Let's hope not like her daddy." Cristina said as they watched the kids play in the living room.

Mark threw a pillow at her and she dodged him, moving from the couch to the floor where the kids were playing. Meredith and Derek came through the door then, Allen quickly jumping off his father's arms to run to the girls.

"We've got pizza!" Meredith called, setting the pizza boxes on the coffee table, then flopping down on the couch, where Cristina was sitting a few seconds before.

"Where's Callie?" Derek asked.

"In the kitchen with Mike." Cristina said, "Cooking. My boyfriend cooks." She said with a smile.

"Your boyfriend is great with the kids." Meredith said, "Allen loves him."

Derek sat next to Mark and shared an annoyed look, "Whatever. Why did we bring food if Mr. Fantastic is cooking up a storm in there?"

"I like him." Meredith said to Cristina, ignoring Derek's musings, "And he fixed his hair. It looks nice."

"I find him annoying." Mark said, "He brings possesses nothing of interest."

Before Meredith or Cristina could say anything, the tall, dark, handsome man entered the living room right behind Callie, who was giggling at something he had said, "Hey Meredith. Derek."

"Hi." Meredith said with a smile as he sat on the floor, right next to Cristina.

"I really don't like him." Mark whispered to Derek.

Two hours later, the kids have been put to bed and half of the pizza was gone, empty beer bottles occupied most of the coffee table. And they had separated into two teams for charades.

Cristina, Meredith and Callie taken the couch.

Cristina, the self proclaimed team leader, held the timer while Mark made some lewd looking gestures with his hands that the women just weren't comprehending, "Hurry up, McSteamy!" She yelled.

He flipped her off and Meredith giggled as Mike and Derek called out random movie titles, their voices overlapping the other's.

"Two seconds!"

"Jaws!" Mike yelled, jumping off his chair.

"Yes!" Mike yelled, high fiving his team, "I love my men!"

"Who knew alcohol turned you into flaming homosexuals." Cristina said, "My turn!"

"Good job, baby." Callie said, looking up and pouting her lips for a kiss from Mark. He kissed her and quickly returned to his side.

"Hey! No contact with the enemy!" Cristina ordered, reading the tiny paper in her hand.

"Go!" Derek said, now holding the timer.

"Movie." Meredith and Callie said, reading Cristina's signs, "Five words. Third Word." They watched as she pointed at the ceiling and then motioned at the room, "House?" Meredith said as Cristina touched her nose in approval. She then pointed at the guys, "Men?" Callie asked, the chuckled in confusion as she pointed more specifically at Mark, "Mark--slut. Whore…WHORE! Best Little Whorehouse in Texas!!!" Callie yelled excitedly.

"Yes!" Cristina yelled and danced around, "We win, losers! Another round, come on. I'm looking for bloodshed."

"What a cheap shot!" mark complained and glared playfully at Callie, "Whore?"

"MY whore." She mouthed.

"Who's up for some good old fashioned sitting?" Mike asked the room, who all agreed, ignoring Cristina's complaining.

"Com on, you wimps--" She was soon silenced by Mike, who pulled her arm and onto his lap, "Hey!"

"Shut up, Yang. Relax." And to everyone's surprise, she did.

"I REALLY love him." Mark said to Callie.

Late that night, Callie sat at the foot of the bed, yawning as she kicked off her shoes. She smiled at the basket of laundry on the floor, mostly filled with the girls' clothes. She turned towards the door as Mark came in, "Hey. Is Allen sleeping okay?" She asked him.

"Yeah." he said, sitting behind her on the bed, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, "The three of them fell asleep on Sophie's bed."

"I think Meredith was having a harder time letting him stay."

"I think I actually saw tears." he hugged her tighter, resting his chin on her shoulder, "Do you think I'm getting fat?"

She laughed, then frowned when she noticed he was serious, "mark--" She turned her head as best she could in his embrace, "--what?"

He sighed and pressed his head against her back, a little embarrassed now that he had said it out loud, "I think I'm getting a little flabby."

"You are insane. Where are you getting this from?"

He climbed off the bed and stood against the dresses, facing her, "If I tell you, promise not to laugh?"

"No. But tell me anyway."

"Sophie--"

"Sophie?!" She said with a snort.

"SOPHIE said to Mia the other day, 'look, Mia, Daddy's tummy's extra soft. Poke it'."

She lifted her hand up to cover her mouth, "And, what Sophie--Sophie, your daughter, pink cheeks, troll size, smiley little girl--what SHE said is making you think you're fat?" her eyes watered and her belly ached from keeping the laughter in.

He folded his arms over his chest and scowled, "I resent that, Callie. She's right. Look at this!" he lifted his shirt and poked at his flat stomach.

"I'm looking." She nodded appreciatively, "And I still think you're insane."

"I need to tone up."

She sighed and stood up, her hands on her hips, " Look at me."

"Okay."

"I've gained a few pounds since the girls. My boobs are bigger, I have almost no time to work out--" She lifted her shirt to point at a tiny scar in her lower belly, "--I'm scarred from Mia's c-section, and look at my ass--" She said, turning around, "--it's bigger than usual. We're not always going to look the same, but, honey--fat you are not."

"Well, I hadn't noticed all of what you just pointed out, but I just want to stress, for the record, that I more than enjoy your body. I'd be more than glad to show you just how much."

"Mark--" She said, moving forwards and sliding her arms around his waist, "--you're a hot, gorgeous piece of ass that gave me some gorgeous kids."

"The kids are all you." He said and smiled as she leaned in to kiss him.

"And, mark? Even if you were to gain forty pounds, you'd still be McSteamy."

"Aw--" He held her closer, "You think I'm sexy." She chuckled as he kissed her and when he pulled away, he smiled suggestively, "I think YOU'RE sexy. And I think you should take your clothes off."

"In a few. I have to finish up some paperwork first."

As she stepped out of his grasp, he complained, "Come on, Cal. Let's work on my self esteem."

"Do the laundry. That will boost MY self esteem, and in return, I'll boost YOU'RE self esteem." She winked at him before she left the room.

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The Torres/Sloan household roared with laughter and riotous screams on Christmas morning, that could have easily been heard from outside.

Callie held both girls down, tickling their stomachs and showering them with kisses in the living room, which was covered in unwrapped presents and wrapping paper.

Just as mark made his way in from the kitchen with a cookie in his mouth, the doorbell rang repeatedly.

"Door!" Mia yelled in between giggle fits.

"Yes, door." Callie said, getting up from the floor, "Dog pile on Daddy while I get the door!" She called over her shoulder, taking the piece of cookie that stuck out from Mark's mouth before the girls trampled him to the carpet.

"Coming!" She yelled, already knowing who was waiting behind the door. She smiled at Cristina and Mike when she swung the door open and kissed Mike hello, "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas." He replied as they made their way in and he headed straight through to the living room, where he greeted the girls with monster growls and Callie heard them scream excitedly as she closed the door.

"What's that?" She asked, pointing at the large box in Cristina's arms.

"Present." She answered, shrugging off her jacket, one arm at a time.

That's when Callie noticed the holes properly poked through the box. She gasped and leaned in to whisper, "Is that the puppy?"

"Yes." Cristina said, holding the box back greedily, "Technically, it's not for you, so you can wait."

Callie rolled her eyes but followed her into the living room anyway, where Mike had already busied himself with Mia, who was now straddling his back, screaming for a ride.

"Hey, Midgets! Come get your present!" Cristina announced, and set the box down on the floor.

Callie leane din and nudged Cristina's shoulder, "Stop calling them midgets." Before she knew what had hit her, the girls were yelling with enthusiasm and were soon running around the room--along with Mark--chasing a black puppy. The color drained from her face and she stammered for them to move away from the dog, but they weren't listening. She punched Cristina's arm, "What the hell?!" She hissed at her.

"Owe! What?!"

"That's a rottweiler! You gave my kids a rottweiler?!"

"She's a baby. Relax."

"I don't care, that thing is going to eat my children!"

"Well, too late. She's been adopted. Look." Cristina pointed out dryly and signaled at the girls, who were now debating on what to call her. While Sophie insisted they call her Muffin, Mia repeated 'T-Rex' like a mantra.

"What about Rexie?" Mark suggested, scratching the puppy's head before receiving a cold stare and a head shake from Callie, "What?" he mouthed.

She covered her face with her hands, "If she so much as NIBBLES on them--"

"I'll take her back. Got it."

"Here." Callie said, handing Mark a cup of hot chocolate as she climbed into bed next to him.

"Thank you." He said, watching from the corner of his eye as she put her hair up in a ponytail, her usual routine before going to bed, "I have one more present for you."

"You do?" She beamed at him.

"Yes." He sipped from the mug before setting it gently on the nightstand and pulling out something from the drawer.

Her smile faded and her mouth went dry as she say the tiny blue box in his hand.

"Callie--" he said, noticing the panic in her eyes, "CALLIE." He repeated and when she finally looked at him, he smiled to comfort her, "I got this ring. Now, there's no pressure. But I just wanted you to see it, so that you know I'm still up for it when you are." He spoke softly as if he could startle her, "Okay?"

"Okay." She answered, nodding, with a look Mark was sure he'd seen on Sophie whenever she thought there was something in the closet.

"You okay, Cal?"

"Yep." He eyes remained on the Tiffany's box on the mattress between them. She wasn't sure she even wanted to touch it.

"I'm just going to put it in the nightstand, and when and if you feel like you might want to start wearing it--it will be there. You can just--take it."

"Can I see it?"

"Yes." He chuckled, pushing it with his finger towards her.

She picked up the tiny box and opened it. Her jaw dropped distantly and she could have sworn the squared diamond silver ring said her name when she looked at it, "Oh, that's not fair. You're making it really hard not to put this on." She said.

Mark's face fell, "So, you're really not going to put it on."

She looked over at him, closing the box slowly, "I want to. I will. Just--"

"Not now." he nodded and forced a smile, "It's okay. Don't worry about it." He leaned forwards and gave her a quick kiss.

"Wait." She said and pulled him in for a longer kiss, her hand lingering on his cheek when they pulled away, "I love you. And I love you for doing this. And I love you for not pushing me." She leaned over and put the ring in the drawer. As she sat back into place, she looked at him and shook her head, sighing, before leaning forwards and kissing him again. Her lips played with his, slowly, taking her time as she tried to show him just how much she loved the ring.

"I should get you engagement rings every Christmas from now on." He joked as she pulled away.

"Shut up." She said and their eyes met for a brief moment. And she thought for a moment, that never in a hundred years, would she had believed that Mark Sloan would be that person. She kissed him again and as she slipped deeper into the covers and he hovered above her, kissing her neck and loving every curve of her body with his hands, she hated herself a little bit for not putting on the ring.

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