Just watched the episode of GA where Callica have sexy-time for the first time… love this one! Hmmm, I AM a tease aren't I? Well... I enjoy it too much to stop! Thanks to my little posse for the continuing reviews... seriously, you guys put smiles on my face :)
Callie stood frozen in place, interns scrambling at her feet to get the items she dropped. Only moments ago she had locked her dark brown eyes with the familiar grey-blue ones. She didn't understand, she didn't remember being told that Erica Hahn would be in town when she got back from Miami. 'I need to find Mark.' Callie was jolted back into reality when her papers and charts were shoved eagerly back into her hands. "Dr. Torres, did you need us to do anything?" She narrowed her eyes at the interns, knowing they didn't know why she had reacted the way she did. "Go work with your resident, I have some business to attend to." She watched as the now disappointed interns walked away before looking around for her man-whore of a friend. She frantically walked around, finally finding him cornering Lexie Grey. "Mark, friend-time, now—stop bugging Lexie, it looks like you're going to rape her!" When Mark heard that, he immediately let the young resident slip away, a look of horror on his face. "Thanks, Torres, you probably just put ideas in her head! What do you want anyway?" Callie tensed her jaw, giving Mark the 'I'm pissed at the world' face. "Why didn't anyone mention that Erica Hahn came for a case?" The older man shifted awkwardly, making sure not to meet his friend's eyes. 'What isn't he telling me?' She narrowed her eyes, making sure they seared into Mark. "Mark, is there something you would like to share with me?" He dared to meet her eyes, only to see a knowing and cold expression on her face. "She, um…. She's not here for a case. She's our new Head of Cardio—again." Callie's jaw dropped, eyes widening in surprise. "Well, doesn't the Chief always have a meeting when someone new joins our staff? Why wasn't there a meeting?" Again, Mark avoided Callie's gaze. "Oh-my-god! There was a meeting! I was in Miami… WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME WHEN I GOT BACK?" People turned to the two, confused looks crossing their dull faces. "Cal, calm down, you're making a scene! Let's go somewhere quiet and talk about this, okay?" When the Latina did nothing but purse her lips, Mark grabbed her arm and forced her into an on-call room. "Okay, so after the meeting Cristina came up to me with Meredith and started babbling about Erica being back. I told her that she should tell you but she refused to… said something about you two not being friends and she didn't really care. Anyway, I- I couldn't do it Cal. I was worried that you would slip back into darkness! I thought you had gotten over her, smiling again and talking with people, but then you come to work one day with a grim expression on your face and tack up a clipping of Erica winning the Harper-Avery and I know you aren't. I can't bear to see you hurting again!" Callie tensed her jaw, anger still running through her like adrenaline. "Damn it, Mark! It hurts more now than it would have if I had been prepared! I look up to see her eyes on me, and what I expect to be an expression of hate and anger is genuine concern and pain! What the hell is that about? She's supposed to be mad at me for what I did, for who I am! She is not supposed to be concerned that I'm seeing her out of the blue or pained that we finally saw each other! She was supposed to leave and never come back, never…touch me or-or look at me! I….I was supposed to get over her, but-but I just-I can't!" She turned around, trying to hide the tears that were escaping. She didn't really know why she did that since Mark had been there to comfort her so many times over the past few years, but it just felt weird having him see her cry this time. "Callie I know you're hurting, I know you're not over her, and I know that, secretly, you want her back. Don't do it, Cal, just leave Erica alone, and if she wants you, she'll find you. I'm pretty sure right now she's dealing with her own emotions as best she can—she can't handle adding yours to the pile. I saw her walking up to Psych, my guess is she's going to Dr. Wyatt, the psychiatrist. Just…let her be for now." The Latina nodded, unable to speak at the moment. It was true, she wanted the blonde back and she knew she would have to wait patiently to even mildly achieve that. She headed for the door, not wanting to be in isolation where she was bound to break down—she couldn't break down, not yet. "Damn! Introduce me to her, Cal!" Callie looked up to see a cheery blonde attending following Bailey around. Her blue eyes sparkled, brighter than Erica's, but they were too bright… too bright for Callie to enjoy. When Bailey spotted the two other attendings, she walked over—the blonde following close. "Dr. Torres, Dr. Sloan, this is Arizona Robbins, the new Head of Pediatric surgery." Mark pushed Callie to the side and embraced the blonde, a little too close for her liking. "Mark Sloan, Head of Plastics." He winked at Arizona and grabbed her slightly extended hand. "May I just say, Dr. Robbins, you have gorgeous eyes, I would love to see the pleasure shining in them as I-" "DR. SLOAN!" Bailey's interruption gave Callie the chance to shove the man-whore away from the disgusted blonde. "Sorry about that, he's a grade A man-whore… can't help himself." Arizona smiled, looking amused now. "Well, being a gold-star lesbian really helps the fact that I don't have to find out the worst of it." Bailey, Callie and Mark all looked at her with surprise. At first glance, this woman didn't seem like a lesbian, but they soon realized it when she began to check Callie out. "You look nice in dark blue, Dr. Torres, it brings out your skin tone." Mark nudged the Latina playfully, a smirk plastered on his face; Bailey, on the other hand, looked utterly disgusted. "Right, gay flirty-time is after the tour with me. I am not going to sit and listen to 'yall talkin' dirty and battin' those damn eye-lashes of yours at one another. Dr. Robbins, shall we continue?" Arizona blushed slightly before turning back to the shorter woman. "Yes, Dr. Bailey…. Oh! Have you seen Dr. Hahn? She looked so… well you know, earlier and I want to make sure she's okay." Dr. Bailey looked a little nervous and glanced quickly at Callie, who tried to force herself to show no expression. "Um, I think she's up on Psych floor, Dr. Robbins, but she'll be around." Mark had stepped closer to Callie to show her comfort, making sure his arm brushed hers softly. Callie said nothing, she just turned on her heels and walked towards the nurses' station, requesting a chart from a bored nurse. All of a sudden her pager went off, 911 in the pit. She turned to see that Dr. Robbins and Mark had also gotten the page. 'Arizona is in…Peds. Must be a kid.' She headed to the pit, making sure to stay far from everyone else. When she had reached the pit, grabbing up a trauma gown, her breath hitched. Standing in front of her, tying on her own gown was Erica Hahn—just as tall and beautiful as she had been a year ago. 'Hmh, she lost weight…' Callie snapped back into reality when she felt a sharp pain in her side. She whipped her head to the side to see Cristina staring at her. "I'm on Hahn's service today…." She smiled weakly at her roommate, knowing she was trying to show she wasn't happy. Before anyone could say something again, the doors swung open, slamming against the walls. "Anna Kennedy, age 13, had a minor stroke causing her to fall down three flights of stairs." Callie ran over to inspect the teen, seeing a severely broken wrist. "Um, the bone pierced through the skin, Doctor…" Callie rolled her eyes at the paramedic, "no shit, Sherlock!" before gently setting the mangled wrist back down. "There's another thing, doctors…" All eyes turned on the male paramedic. "There are bruises and cuts all over her body that couldn't have been caused by falling down the stairs, there are also random burns on her abdomen…" Mark lifted away the wrinkled shirt to find severe burns covering her abdomen- along with deep gashes and bruises. Erica widened her eyes in terror. "G-get a, uh, a rape kit… and contact her damn parents!" Callie looked sadly at Erica, pain and fear showing in her eyes. "Erica…." Before she could finish, the tall blonde had disappeared, leaving the other three doctors to wheel the patient to her room. Mark looked questioningly over at her, but she shook her head. Callie had told Mark about many things in Erica's past, but she had never mentioned the one thing that had truly scarred the blonde.
Callie sat with Erica's feet in her lap, giving the blonde a well-deserved foot rub. This was back when both women had been afraid to admit any feelings towards one another, so basically they were just friends. 'So Callie, you told me something very sensitive and private about yourself last night, it's only fair that I tell you something.' Callie had chuckled and shook her head. 'Erica, you don't have to. I only did it because you were being so nice and I knew you'd understand me better if you knew that—you don't have to share anything with me.' The blonde sat up, looking directly into the Latina's eyes. 'I want to, Cal. I want you to understand me, too.' Callie had stopped rubbing her friend's feet, letting them fall to the floor as both repositioned themselves. 'I, um, told you how my dad was a drunk, right?' When the Latina nodded, Erica continued. 'Well, when he would come home, he would come and say good night to me… then he would say something about my pajamas being ugly, and would grab new ones for me to change into. When he had taken off my 'ugly' ones, he…" Erica had stopped for a moment, obviously trying to recollect herself. 'Erica, you don't have to-" The blonde had held up her hand, giving Callie a look that said she wanted to continue. "When he had taken off the 'ugly' pajamas, he would pin me to the bed….naked. He wouldn't let me get up, and soon I found himself inside me… thrusting over and over again. I was so tired that I didn't make a sound….. I would sit and listen to him talk to me—tell me how happy I made him. After two years it got worse…. I was older and had become a woman. He would take me out once a week and we'd end up at a motel….he'd spend all night fucking me, hitting me when I struggled. It got so out of hand once that he ended up knocking me out cold. I woke up and found myself trapped under his sleeping, drunk form. One night, when I was about 16, he took me out on our weekly dinner date and we ended up at a buddy's house… there were four other men there—all taking turns fucking me. They were all drunk of course, but it didn't make it any less painful. I was beaten up so bad that night that I couldn't even move to leave. All the men had passed out, and I had looked around frantically for my phone. I realized that I had set my purse on the couch and began to inch my way over, when I reached it, I called up my mom and told her everything that had happened, and how long it had been happening. It was such a horrible time for me. My mom took me in for testing and I found out I was not only covered with STDs, but was also pregnant. I got the abortion and went on antibiotics…. I had never let my grades fail and ended up successfully in med-school. Free of my drunk dad and his gross friends.' After the story, Erica looked away, not wanting Callie to see her cry. Callie had watched the blonde the whole time, and saw tears leaking out way before it had ended. 'Oh, Erica, I'm so sorry! ' She leaned in and embraced the crying blonde, unable to keep herself from inhaling her intoxicating aroma.
"Dr. Torres? CALLIE!" Callie snapped back into reality at the sound of Dr. Bailey's voice. "Huh? Oh, um…..what?" She looked up to see Mark, Dr. Bailey, Arizona, and—surprisingly—Erica. Arizona stepped forward, handing Callie the chart. "We were wondering if you could set her wrist and everything while Dr. Hahn works on the clot?" The Latina looked up nervously at Erica but looked away when she saw the woman admiring a very nice piece of lint on Mark's lab coat. "Erm, yeah, of course….it'll be nice to work with Dr. Hahn again." She looked up, this time meeting the grey-blue eyes shining with surprise. Callie looked up more obviously with hope, but flinched as she heard the blonde scoff and leave the room. Arizona followed her—God knows why—and left the two remaining doctors to give her pitying looks. "Damn my life."
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