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Chapter 3
Tan hands found their way to Erica's face, pulling her in to a searing kiss. The blonde hesitated for a moment before relaxing into the kiss. Eventually she found the courage to bring her own hands to the other's face, returning the kiss. They broke apart for a moment, gazing into each other's eyes before continuing. Soon they were resting their foreheads together, filling their lungs with air again. Erica broke away, sudden panic filling inside her, "My keys…. I need to find my keys," and with that she was gone—leaving behind a hurt Callie.
Erica woke with a start, sitting up in her bed. "DAMMIT!" This was the second night Erica had dreamt about her ex-girlfriend, never ending happily. All the negative things that had turned up in her and Callie's relationship was showing up in her dreams—never was it a positive scene, like their first officially intended time together. The surgeon turned to her digital clock, seeing it was 2 a.m. 'God, work starts tomorrow—well, today—and I'm waking up early AGAIN!' Erica slammed herself back down onto her bed, rubbing her temples vigorously. Whenever something that made the blonde extremely irritated happened, she would get horrible headaches. She sighed and slowly closed her eyes, trying to relax and get herself to sleep. Thoughts of Callie kept going through her head, images of when they avoided each other, awkwardness getting the best of them. This was going to be a looong day. What would happen when the two finally ran into each other? Would Callie run? Would Erica run? 'Life sucks right now.' After a half-hour of Callie-thoughts, Erica finally fell asleep—unknowingly hugging the feathers out of a pillow.
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* Erica groaned and rolled over, smacking the offending object. "Shut the hell up, you piece of-" She stopped when the alarm finally ceased. Sighing, she reluctantly got out of bed making her way to the shower. Today was Monday, her first day of work. 'At least it's Seattle Grace instead of New York Hospital of Shit.' She had to admit, being back at her old hospital made her feel better—just the fact of who was there kind of made it hard to totally appreciate coming back. As Erica showered, she remembered the old times at Seattle Grace. Yang, the over-working resident; Grey, the depressed little drinker; Karev, the dick who could care less about feelings; O'Malley, the sensitive guy who cheated on her best friend and ex-lover; Stevens, the bitch who stole her patient's heart; Bailey, the hard-core single mom who could easily persuade anyone with a glare; Shepherd, the soft Neuro surgeon who couldn't stop fucking Grey; Sloan, the man-whore who couldn't stop dirty comments from leaving his fat mouth; Webber, the chief who got personal; Callie, hard-core Ortho surgeon who could please you in the best ways known to man. She sighed, what was she going to do about this? She couldn't handle seeing the beautiful Latina, she knew she would see hurt on her face… see the pain that Erica had brought to her. What the hell had Erica been thinking, leaving a woman like that? Callie Torres was an amazing person, the best listener she had met and the best lover she had ever had. Erica left the best thing that had ever happened to her, and now she had gone back in time and has to live with her past. Just then Erica remembered what Mark had said before hanging up: "a lot of changes, you know- a lot of people have changed." She narrowed her eyes, wondering what he had meant. 'Did he mean Callie? Has she gotten over me and moved on? Of course she did, Hahn! She's sure to realize she deserves better than you! She's probably found a wonderful person to be with for the rest of her life….. I'll just sit alone like I started out doing.' Erica sighed and stepped out of the shower, toweling herself dry and heading back to her room to change. She looked through her wardrobe, trying to find an outfit that screamed 'I'M BACK, BITCHES!' but didn't make her look like she was self-centered. She looked sadly at one she had come to love; it would be perfect, but it was cutting it close. It was a slimming but casual black dress that she had worn on many of her wonderful dates with Callie. If the gorgeous woman saw her in this, chances were bad events would play out no doubt. She sighed and put it back, grabbing a silky, cream-colored blouse and black slacks. Once she had slipped on the outfit, she flattered it with some jewelry—trying not to go over the top, though. She looked in the mirror and frowned, Erica was finding it harder and harder to accept herself. She had always been told she was beautiful, and for a while she believed them, but now she was doubting herself—slamming herself every chance she could, "I'm 41 with no friends, no relationship, and horrible features, perfect" and with that she headed out the door, hoping her day didn't suck.
Erica was standing outside Seattle Grace Hospital, getting soaked by the pouring rain. She knew it wouldn't look professional being soaked head-to-foot on her first day back. Usually you try and make an effort to look clean and beautiful, but Erica was too worried about being back to care about her appearance. "Um, ma'am, are you planning on going inside or- OH! Dr. Hahn! I was told you were coming back!" Erica turned to see the littler Grey looking up at her surprised. "Uh, yes, I'm back…. And yes I suppose I should go inside." With that she walked to the entrance, Grey at her side babbling about God knows what. "Right, Grey, I'm going to leave you now… mainly because you're annoying the hell outta me but also because I have to go see the Chief. Have a..nice day." She left the shocked girl standing there, making her way to the Chief's office. When she reached the door, Erica took a deep breath, trying to relax herself. When she finally felt relaxed she rapped three times on the door, following with an announcement of who she was. "Ah, Erica! Come in, please!" The blonde entered, making sure to show no emotion on her face. "Well, Richard, here I am." The older man beamed at her, clearly more excited than Erica would probably ever be. "Yes, here you are. I have your scrubs and lab coat here, along with a pager, your requested red stethoscope and a new pen-light!" Erica mentally rolled her eyes and forced a small, tight-lipped smile, "Right, thank you… is there anything special I should do? Do I start work right away?" Webber chuckled and handed Erica her things. "Of course you start right away, Hahn, you're head of Cardio! You remember where the locker rooms are I hope?" The blonde narrowed her eyes and nodded, totally not in the mood to be cheery or in the presence of cheery souls. "I'm going to go there now… bye, Richard." The man waved as she left, a big smile still on his face. Erica didn't understand how people could just be so cheery like that, didn't they have any self-respect? She shook her head in dismay as she entered the abandoned locker room. She found a locker without anything inside and began to slip off her wet clothes, grimacing at the fact that her bra had also become wet. "Damn, it's gonna be all itchy now." She contemplated taking that off too, but when she pictured herself running down the hall to reach a code-blue, she put the thought out of her head. 'No way am I letting myself be that free, that's jokes and stares waiting to happen.' Before she had time to get her scrub top on , she heard the door open and immediately covered herself with the flimsy shirt. She scowled at the person in front of her. It was a shorter woman with a lighter shade of blonde and a big, stupid smile plastered on her face. "Oh, I'm sorry! Is this your first day? It's mine, too! Arizona Robbins." The smaller woman shot out her hand, clearly not realizing the awkwardness of this moment. "Um, Dr. Robbins my hands are currently keeping me from showing myself off, so how about you let me change and then we can exchange information." This made the woman smile even more, a childish giggle escaping her mouth. "Of course, I have to change as well. Is the locker next to you taken?" Before Erica could say yes—though she wasn't actually sure—the woman had opened the locker, found it empty, and began to undress herself. The older woman's jaw tensed, turning away from the perky blonde and changing the rest of the way. When she turned back around, she couldn't help but drop her jaw at what she saw. The younger woman was putting on shoes with wheels sticking out of them. "What the hell are you doing with those?" She looked up at Erica, excitement shining in her eyes. "These are my wheelie-shoes, do you like them! They're really fun to roll on, but I'm not supposed to let anyone else use them and I can't get in anyone's way." Erica scoffed, shaking her head in dismay. "And you don't see the danger in those? What if you collide with another doctor who is trying to get to their coding patient? You just killed their patient and possibly injured the doctor!" Arizona was now looking a little annoyed, clearly not impressed with Erica. "Well, miss negativity, I know how to control these things, and I make sure to only use them in deserted hallways—not to mention the fact that if a patient is coding when I am around, it's most likely one of mine. I'm the new Head of Peds. What do you do?" Erica narrowed her eyes at the woman before relaxing. "Head of Cardio… I actually used to work here so I'm not exactly new. Wasn't Dr. Kenley Head of Peds.? I didn't think he was ready to retire just yet." Arizona looked away, discomfort showing on her face. "He…died. It was weird, I just got a call saying the position was open. When I asked why, they Chief reluctantly said the last person died . It was probably very scary for little Jackson." The Cardio goddess widened her eyes in surprise, it was rare a doctor ever really got sick, but one just dropping dead was very scary indeed. "Huh, never would have thought a doctor to drop dead in a patient's room…. I suppose that would be pretty scary. So, Dr. Robbins, are you…..excited about your first day? " This made the other blonde perk up, a big smile spreading on her face again. "Oh, you bet! I read about this hospital and it gets very good reviews. I looked up the staff, too. Ortho is amazing, the general surgeons are the best in the country and Cardio is pretty high in amazing ratings! I have a feeling you did that in your previous time here?" Erica smirked and nodded, having no doubt in her mind that it was true. "Well, I'm sure Webber assigned someone to give you a tour, so I'll let you go. Enjoy your time here, Dr. Robbins, it'll be the best you've ever had." Arizona stood up, smiling softly at the older woman. "Call me Arizona, and thank you. Oh, wait! I never got your name!" Erica hesitated, not sure whether she wanted the woman to know. "Um, Erica, Erica Hahn." Arizona's face lit up, clearly she had read about Erica. "Amazing, can't wait to work with you, Erica." When the woman left, Erica screwed up her face from her fake smile to a look of disturbance. "That's Dr. Hahn, to you, woman." She finished putting on her accessories and headed out the door to the ER, mainly just getting herself familiar with the hospital again. She glanced up at the nurses' station and ended up doing a double-take. Standing at the nurses' station surrounded by eager interns was a tall, tan-skinned woman with glossy, raven hair and large, beautiful brown eyes. Her now dark blue scrubs made her skin appear darker and made her full, red lips stand out against the rest of her features—except of course those eyes, definitely not the eyes. Her grey-blue eyes locked with the chocolate ones before a loud bang sounded. Erica looked at the source, which turned out to be the charts and papers the Latina had been holding hitting the ground, and sighed, realizing her day was now heading down a dangerous slope to horrible. She turned away from the swarm of interns frantically sweeping up the mess at Callie's feet, and headed to an on-call room. When she had closed and locked the door, Erica finally broke down. She had ran into the exact problem she had been hoping to avoid for the first few days. Callie had seen her, and the hurt had turned up in her eyes like Erica expected. The blonde shuddered as she remembered the pain searing into her gaze, the look of horror showing on the beautiful face. The door swung open, a loud voice following. "And these are on-call rooms, people forget that they're supposed to only be used for sleeping and tend to use them to….satisfy needs. Oh! Dr. Hahn, this is Dr.-" "Um, Erica and I met earlier, Dr. Bailey… Are you alright, Dr. Hahn?" Erica tensed her jaw, trying to keep herself from crying or punching the shit out of both the women who had just entered. "I, um… I thought I locked that damn door." She mentally kicked herself when her voice betrayed her. "Um, Dr. Bailey, maybe we could continue this later? I- I want to…." Erica heard a grunt and the door shut. She looked up to see Arizona hadn't left. "What the hell do you want?" Arizona's eyes flashed with anger for a moment, but was replaced by understanding. "I want to help you, Erica. What's wrong?" The older woman looked away from her, not wanting her to see her like this. "I'm fine, just….go find Bailey and finish your tour," when Arizona didn't move, Erica looked up, pain showing in her eyes, "please, just….go. GO!" The smaller blonde stumbled backwards in shock and fumbled with the door before getting it open. "I'm sorry…. I'm only leaving because you asked. The moment you need a friend, I'll be here." With that she left, leaving Erica in the dark, alone. Again, the woman broke down, shaking from the intensity of her emotions. When she had composed herself again, she wiped at her face, hoping she didn't run into anyone, and headed out the door. She stalked up to her desired destination and reached the well-remembered door. She knocked at the door, biting at her lip nervously. The door swung open and revealed a shocked face. "Erica Hahn, I'm sorry to say I'm not happy to see you at my door." Erica attempted a smile, but failed. "It comes with the job, Dr. Wyatt, I'm afraid I'll be needing your assistance again."
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