Fic: Random Drabbles From Cool Prompts
Title: Random Drabbles From Cool Prompts
Author: Blackindiaink
Rating: G to NC-17
Pairings: Callie/Arizona, Callie/Arizona/Christina, Christina/Callie
Disclaimer: Characters belong to ABC studios and Shonda. No infringement is intended and no profit was made from these works.
Summary: I asked a friend for prompts and she gave me several. More to come.
A/N: Thanks Meg and Amanda.
Christina/Callie/Arizona: Blackberry
"This was totally your fault," Christina shot at Callie who was sitting on the exam table beside hers. A sling supported her badly sprained arm but it was her pride that had sustained the crucial wound.
"Not her 'ault," Arizona murmured around her split lip, "Ooo rabbed the 'hone."
"Shut up," Christina snapped as she glared across the room at Dr. Robbins.
"Both of you," Callie said sternly, "be quiet" She balanced an ice pack held securely on top of the growing bump on her forehead in one hand and her phone in the other. She grinned and clicked the trackball on her Blackberry.
"Wait for it," she whispered and tilted her ear down toward the phone. Her head started bobbing energetically as the rousing sound of Christina singing "No Scrubs" by TLC filled the air. Both she and Arizona burst into laughter and Christina was forced to sit through the humiliation in spite of her earlier efforts to wrest the phone from Callie.
"Ooo mah rod," Arizona said, still encumbered by the fat lip she had received from the scuffle.
"Laugh it up roller girl," Christina said. She turned to Callie and pointed with her free hand. "Payback is a bitch, Torres."
Author: Blackindiaink
Rating: G to NC-17
Pairings: Callie/Arizona, Callie/Arizona/Christina, Christina/Callie
Disclaimer: Characters belong to ABC studios and Shonda. No infringement is intended and no profit was made from these works.
Summary: I asked a friend for prompts and she gave me several. More to come.
A/N: Thanks Meg and Amanda.
Christina/Callie/Arizona: Blackberry
"This was totally your fault," Christina shot at Callie who was sitting on the exam table beside hers. A sling supported her badly sprained arm but it was her pride that had sustained the crucial wound.
"Not her 'ault," Arizona murmured around her split lip, "Ooo rabbed the 'hone."
"Shut up," Christina snapped as she glared across the room at Dr. Robbins.
"Both of you," Callie said sternly, "be quiet" She balanced an ice pack held securely on top of the growing bump on her forehead in one hand and her phone in the other. She grinned and clicked the trackball on her Blackberry.
"Wait for it," she whispered and tilted her ear down toward the phone. Her head started bobbing energetically as the rousing sound of Christina singing "No Scrubs" by TLC filled the air. Both she and Arizona burst into laughter and Christina was forced to sit through the humiliation in spite of her earlier efforts to wrest the phone from Callie.
"Ooo mah rod," Arizona said, still encumbered by the fat lip she had received from the scuffle.
"Laugh it up roller girl," Christina said. She turned to Callie and pointed with her free hand. "Payback is a bitch, Torres."