Science of Fear 1/1
Science of Fear 1/1
Title: Science of Fear
Rating: pg 13
Pairing: Callie/Lexie
Disclaimer: All characters, events, settings and situations mentioned in this work are sole property of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for profit, in constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context and are not intended to be defamatory or factual in anyway.
Summary: I have a strange obsession with couples that will never happen. This is one of them. “Remember the time you got naked in the hallway? I was totally checking you out.”
Author’s Notes: I feel like the entire time Lexie was with Mark, she was checking Callie out in some way or another. So, this is my take on something that could have happened. I added a little Callie/Lexie picSpam, hope you all like it. To my Megan.
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Callie yawned and padded across the dark crossway towards the kitchen. A tickle inched over her left thigh and she reached to scratch it. The black nighty she wore barely hid the yellow boy shorts and she shivered as the cold of the night made its presence clear. She yawned again upon reaching the refrigerator door and she searched the fridge for a midnight snack. There was a soft tapping coming from outside and she paused for a second, perking her ear in that direction, before brushing it off.
She smiled and hummed pleasantly at spotting the chocolate soy milk hidden behind the coca cola cans. Cristina’s name was written in large, black letters on the face of the bottle. Callie was unaffected by the warning font, however, and proceeded to pull the bottle out. She pulled the top off and drank wholeheartedly. This will teach Cristina to eat all her strawberry shortcake ice cream, she thought. She stopped in mid gulp as the soft tapping from before became a little louder, and clearly becoming a soft banging on her front door.
Putting the milk back in the fridge, she proceeded towards the door in the dark after shutting the fridge door . She moved slowly, quietly to see if she could catch something else other than the tapping. Sure it enough, there it was again.
“--the hell…” She whispered, placing her hand on the doorknob and turning it slowly. When she swung the door open, she jumped back as Lexie Grey, who had apparently been sitting against the door the whole time, fell back and banged her head on the floor.
“Owe.” She whined softly, looking miserably up at Callie through tear clouded eyes. “Hi. You live here?”
Callie frowned and tilted her head slightly to the right, “Yeah. I do. What are you doing here, little Grey?”
“Please don’t call me that. Not today.” She pleaded before the tears started for the third time that night and she lifted her head, only to have it bang against the floor again, “Owe…”
“Okay, that’s enough of that.” Callie sighed heavily as she moved out into the hall, and leaned over to grab both Lexie’s hands to pull her to her feet, “Come on. Come in.” She ushered the other woman inside until she had her seated on the couch, “So--what’s going on, Lexie? Why were you sitting outside my door? You’ve been drinking?”
“No!” Lexie exclaimed, almost offended, “No, do--do I seem drunk?” She sniffled, the wiped her nose with the back of her hand, “No, I just get really--drunk like when I’m upset and I’m--UPSET. I mean, look at me! I’m blonde! I’m a mess!”
“Is this cause of Mark?” Callie asked with a frown, “Because, Little Grey, to tell you the truth, you two are better off apart. I mean, I was supportive because it was my job, but--he could be your dad. When you’re at your sexual peak…he’s going to be pretty much done and…”
“This is so not about Mark.” Lexie interjected, a look of disgust on her face, “And--you’re very graphic.”
“Yeah--I tend to do that.” Callie nodded apologetically, “But--what are you crying about then? This isn’t about Mark? You don’t want him anymore?”
“I don’t know what I want.” Lexie wined, falling limply back against the couch, “That’s the point. I could be--a lesbian for all we know.”
Callie snorted, “No, you’re not a lesbian.”
Lexie was definitely offended this time and she let it show, “What, I can’t be a lesbian because I’m not tall and hot? I’ve seen The L Word, that Jenny girl isn’t so great. I’m hotter than Jenny.”
Callie stared back confused, “Yeah, you’re hotter than Jenny. Why are you watching The L Word?”
“Do you remember the time you got naked in the hallway? Your first day as an Attending?”
“Yeah…”
“I was totally checking you out.” She confessed shyly, averting her eyes and picking fake lint off her lap.
“Right---” Callie replied, unconvinced.
“I was. And for the record, no dress, pair of pants or scrubs can ever make you look not hot. You always look hot.” She mumbled, then added as she looked up through her eyelashes, “You’re one of those girls, you know? One of the girls everybody wants. I’ve never been that girl. I’m cute. I know that. But--not one of those girls. You wouldn’t be interested in someone like me because you like tall, hot people…”
Callie stared back, ashamed to admit, flattered.
“--this is the second time I see your underwear.” She sighed, glancing at Callie’s bare legs.
“Yeah.” Callie nodded, rubbing her knees together as she felt suddenly self conscious.
“Oh, god--” Lexie blushed, “I’m making you uncomfortable. I make a horrible lesbian.”
“No, it’s fine.” Callie chuckled, “It’s my fault for answering the door half naked. It’s a bad habit.”
“I’m not complaining.” Lexie replied boldly with a smile, then frowned instantly, sitting up nervously, “I’m--I’m trying this new thing--I’m trying to be less mousey. Am I coming on too strong?” She whispered the last of her sentence as her leg accidentally/on purpose brushed against Callie’s, “Can I ask you a favor?”
“Sure.” Callie replied, shifting to sit more comfortably an pulling the blanket that rested on the backrest to cover her legs. She noticed the look on Lexie’s face and she felt the need to reassure her, “You’re not making me uncomfortable, I’m just cold. Promise.”
Lexie laughed and rolled her eyes at the way her feelings always seemed to be plastered all over her face, “If--Mark and hadn’t been together, and we never had this weird--history thing we have now, do you think--would you--do you find me attractive? Like, would you hit on me at a bar, is what I’m saying. Basically.”
“Um--” Callie started, “--I don’t know how I should answer that question…”
“Just--answer it.” She replied with an anxiously nervous giggle, then held her hand up as she sat up straight, “You know what? Don’t--don’t answer it, it’s just going to be bad and--and awkward…”
And then, Callie kissed her. She didn’t know why she did it. Maybe, it was the fact that the girl was going through some early mid-life crisis and a nervous breakdown all at the same time. Maybe it was because she wanted some sort of reassurance that she was still desirable--maybe she just wanted her to shut up. But she kissed her. A tight lipped, dry kiss that was meant to do nothing but reassure.
As she pulled back, Callie brushed a strand of blonde hair behind Lexie’s ear and her hand lingered on her cheek as she uttered softly with a smile, “You’re a beautiful girl. And sexy. Blonde or brunette, you’re a gorgeous woman. You shouldn’t need validation from anyone. Okay? And if you and Mark had never--”
“You’d hit it, wouldn’t you.” Lexie said smugly.
Callie laughed and dropped her hand from where it had rested, to fall on her lap, “I totally would.”
Lexie stared back, and suddenly the shy, sad girl disappeared completely and she grabbed the back of Callie’s head and crushed her lips to hers. It wasn’t tight lipped or dry or comforting. It was Long and hot and demanding, and when they pulled apart, Lexie’s made sure their eyes met as she said huskily, “I’d make a damn good lesbian, by the way. And just so you know. I’m always looking.”
Callie remained glued to her seat, mouth agape and in shock.
“Thanks for the pep talk.” She heard the other woman say before she mumbled her reply.
FIN
Title: Science of Fear
Rating: pg 13
Pairing: Callie/Lexie
Disclaimer: All characters, events, settings and situations mentioned in this work are sole property of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for profit, in constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context and are not intended to be defamatory or factual in anyway.
Summary: I have a strange obsession with couples that will never happen. This is one of them. “Remember the time you got naked in the hallway? I was totally checking you out.”
Author’s Notes: I feel like the entire time Lexie was with Mark, she was checking Callie out in some way or another. So, this is my take on something that could have happened. I added a little Callie/Lexie picSpam, hope you all like it. To my Megan.
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Callie yawned and padded across the dark crossway towards the kitchen. A tickle inched over her left thigh and she reached to scratch it. The black nighty she wore barely hid the yellow boy shorts and she shivered as the cold of the night made its presence clear. She yawned again upon reaching the refrigerator door and she searched the fridge for a midnight snack. There was a soft tapping coming from outside and she paused for a second, perking her ear in that direction, before brushing it off.
She smiled and hummed pleasantly at spotting the chocolate soy milk hidden behind the coca cola cans. Cristina’s name was written in large, black letters on the face of the bottle. Callie was unaffected by the warning font, however, and proceeded to pull the bottle out. She pulled the top off and drank wholeheartedly. This will teach Cristina to eat all her strawberry shortcake ice cream, she thought. She stopped in mid gulp as the soft tapping from before became a little louder, and clearly becoming a soft banging on her front door.
Putting the milk back in the fridge, she proceeded towards the door in the dark after shutting the fridge door . She moved slowly, quietly to see if she could catch something else other than the tapping. Sure it enough, there it was again.
“--the hell…” She whispered, placing her hand on the doorknob and turning it slowly. When she swung the door open, she jumped back as Lexie Grey, who had apparently been sitting against the door the whole time, fell back and banged her head on the floor.
“Owe.” She whined softly, looking miserably up at Callie through tear clouded eyes. “Hi. You live here?”
Callie frowned and tilted her head slightly to the right, “Yeah. I do. What are you doing here, little Grey?”
“Please don’t call me that. Not today.” She pleaded before the tears started for the third time that night and she lifted her head, only to have it bang against the floor again, “Owe…”
“Okay, that’s enough of that.” Callie sighed heavily as she moved out into the hall, and leaned over to grab both Lexie’s hands to pull her to her feet, “Come on. Come in.” She ushered the other woman inside until she had her seated on the couch, “So--what’s going on, Lexie? Why were you sitting outside my door? You’ve been drinking?”
“No!” Lexie exclaimed, almost offended, “No, do--do I seem drunk?” She sniffled, the wiped her nose with the back of her hand, “No, I just get really--drunk like when I’m upset and I’m--UPSET. I mean, look at me! I’m blonde! I’m a mess!”
“Is this cause of Mark?” Callie asked with a frown, “Because, Little Grey, to tell you the truth, you two are better off apart. I mean, I was supportive because it was my job, but--he could be your dad. When you’re at your sexual peak…he’s going to be pretty much done and…”
“This is so not about Mark.” Lexie interjected, a look of disgust on her face, “And--you’re very graphic.”
“Yeah--I tend to do that.” Callie nodded apologetically, “But--what are you crying about then? This isn’t about Mark? You don’t want him anymore?”
“I don’t know what I want.” Lexie wined, falling limply back against the couch, “That’s the point. I could be--a lesbian for all we know.”
Callie snorted, “No, you’re not a lesbian.”
Lexie was definitely offended this time and she let it show, “What, I can’t be a lesbian because I’m not tall and hot? I’ve seen The L Word, that Jenny girl isn’t so great. I’m hotter than Jenny.”
Callie stared back confused, “Yeah, you’re hotter than Jenny. Why are you watching The L Word?”
“Do you remember the time you got naked in the hallway? Your first day as an Attending?”
“Yeah…”
“I was totally checking you out.” She confessed shyly, averting her eyes and picking fake lint off her lap.
“Right---” Callie replied, unconvinced.
“I was. And for the record, no dress, pair of pants or scrubs can ever make you look not hot. You always look hot.” She mumbled, then added as she looked up through her eyelashes, “You’re one of those girls, you know? One of the girls everybody wants. I’ve never been that girl. I’m cute. I know that. But--not one of those girls. You wouldn’t be interested in someone like me because you like tall, hot people…”
Callie stared back, ashamed to admit, flattered.
“--this is the second time I see your underwear.” She sighed, glancing at Callie’s bare legs.
“Yeah.” Callie nodded, rubbing her knees together as she felt suddenly self conscious.
“Oh, god--” Lexie blushed, “I’m making you uncomfortable. I make a horrible lesbian.”
“No, it’s fine.” Callie chuckled, “It’s my fault for answering the door half naked. It’s a bad habit.”
“I’m not complaining.” Lexie replied boldly with a smile, then frowned instantly, sitting up nervously, “I’m--I’m trying this new thing--I’m trying to be less mousey. Am I coming on too strong?” She whispered the last of her sentence as her leg accidentally/on purpose brushed against Callie’s, “Can I ask you a favor?”
“Sure.” Callie replied, shifting to sit more comfortably an pulling the blanket that rested on the backrest to cover her legs. She noticed the look on Lexie’s face and she felt the need to reassure her, “You’re not making me uncomfortable, I’m just cold. Promise.”
Lexie laughed and rolled her eyes at the way her feelings always seemed to be plastered all over her face, “If--Mark and hadn’t been together, and we never had this weird--history thing we have now, do you think--would you--do you find me attractive? Like, would you hit on me at a bar, is what I’m saying. Basically.”
“Um--” Callie started, “--I don’t know how I should answer that question…”
“Just--answer it.” She replied with an anxiously nervous giggle, then held her hand up as she sat up straight, “You know what? Don’t--don’t answer it, it’s just going to be bad and--and awkward…”
And then, Callie kissed her. She didn’t know why she did it. Maybe, it was the fact that the girl was going through some early mid-life crisis and a nervous breakdown all at the same time. Maybe it was because she wanted some sort of reassurance that she was still desirable--maybe she just wanted her to shut up. But she kissed her. A tight lipped, dry kiss that was meant to do nothing but reassure.
As she pulled back, Callie brushed a strand of blonde hair behind Lexie’s ear and her hand lingered on her cheek as she uttered softly with a smile, “You’re a beautiful girl. And sexy. Blonde or brunette, you’re a gorgeous woman. You shouldn’t need validation from anyone. Okay? And if you and Mark had never--”
“You’d hit it, wouldn’t you.” Lexie said smugly.
Callie laughed and dropped her hand from where it had rested, to fall on her lap, “I totally would.”
Lexie stared back, and suddenly the shy, sad girl disappeared completely and she grabbed the back of Callie’s head and crushed her lips to hers. It wasn’t tight lipped or dry or comforting. It was Long and hot and demanding, and when they pulled apart, Lexie’s made sure their eyes met as she said huskily, “I’d make a damn good lesbian, by the way. And just so you know. I’m always looking.”
Callie remained glued to her seat, mouth agape and in shock.
“Thanks for the pep talk.” She heard the other woman say before she mumbled her reply.
FIN