The Heart Wants [licenseartistic]
Title: The Heart Wants
Prompt: Want
Character: Callie Torres
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Word Count: 690
Rating: PG
Warning: Vague spoilers for 3x04
Disclaimer: Don't own. GA people do.
Authors Note: First crack at Callie...Hopefully I've gotten her voice
Callie slipped off her clothes, letting them drop to the floor as she walked around the place she currently called home - a hotel room - in a tank top and panties, tossing her shoes over against the wall before collapsing onto the bed with a heavy sigh.
It’s been months since she’s felt like this, even longer since she’s had the idea of transferring to another hospital. She couldn’t and she knew that; Seattle Grace was one of the best in the country and she loved her job. There’s nothing better than the sight of a forty-year-old marathon runner when he wins his next race after having his shattered kneecap replaced; or watching a grandmother pick up her grandchild six months after having a pin placed in her hip.
Little things make the exhaustion worth it.
Nights like tonight couldn’t make the ache go away. The thought of her fighting with George just made her sick to her stomach; finally giving up and walking away from him nearly brought her to tears.
She couldn’t help but shake her head at the memory of trying to pick up the new plastic surgeon down at Joes less than an hour before. If that wasn’t a pathetic old Callie move she didn’t know what was. There was no going back to the old her, the old ways. She couldn’t do that to herself; she’d come too far. She let that part of herself go when she moved here and started a new life.
But nothing could make the loneliness fade…not until she met George.
Callie glanced over at the clock and then her phone beside the bed, picking it up she flipped it open, glancing at her phone book that consisted of mostly people she worked with - nobody she’d consider a friend - and family from back home - again more people she didn’t want to talk to. The only number that didn’t make her want to cringe was one of the last entries she put in.
1 - O’Malley.
She remembers that in a total act of pure high school girl crush she put a one next to his name so he showed up first in her list. The temptation to call him crept into her fingers, the idea of hearing his voice and maybe even tempting him once again to ditch his Izzie and come out to dinner with her…or better yet, stay in.
”Can’t call him. He’ll think you’re clingy and pathetic.” Then again she couldn’t go back on her word, she walked away from him. A part of her got tired of having her heart hurt for him, having him hurt her. She wanted to matter for him, not just someone that he came to when his world fell apart…she had a world too.
The past few months she had gotten to know him…or she would have if he’d give her half the chance. He seemed to always choose his roommates before her and she couldn’t help but wonder and question just what was so important about them that made her not count.
It was about time she counted in somebody’s life. She wanted to count in his; she wanted to matter. Even a little.
Callie already had enough insecurity and now she had to go and find the one man she wants - that out of no malicious fault of his own - bring every one of them out in her…
”All I know is that I want him, it’s sad and sick how much, but I do. I’ve never had a George before…” Callie thought to herself as she glanced at the time and sighed. “Five more minutes…I’ll wait five more minutes, maybe he’ll call,” she muttered to herself as she stood and stripped off the remainder of her clothes, walking towards the bathroom to head into the shower.
A knock on the door made her pause for a moment before she scrambled to get a robe on to cover herself. Raking her fingers through her hair she hurried to the door by the second knock and pulled it open, her eyes wide at the person on the other side. “You.”
Prompt: Want
Character: Callie Torres
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Word Count: 690
Rating: PG
Warning: Vague spoilers for 3x04
Disclaimer: Don't own. GA people do.
Authors Note: First crack at Callie...Hopefully I've gotten her voice
Callie slipped off her clothes, letting them drop to the floor as she walked around the place she currently called home - a hotel room - in a tank top and panties, tossing her shoes over against the wall before collapsing onto the bed with a heavy sigh.
It’s been months since she’s felt like this, even longer since she’s had the idea of transferring to another hospital. She couldn’t and she knew that; Seattle Grace was one of the best in the country and she loved her job. There’s nothing better than the sight of a forty-year-old marathon runner when he wins his next race after having his shattered kneecap replaced; or watching a grandmother pick up her grandchild six months after having a pin placed in her hip.
Little things make the exhaustion worth it.
Nights like tonight couldn’t make the ache go away. The thought of her fighting with George just made her sick to her stomach; finally giving up and walking away from him nearly brought her to tears.
She couldn’t help but shake her head at the memory of trying to pick up the new plastic surgeon down at Joes less than an hour before. If that wasn’t a pathetic old Callie move she didn’t know what was. There was no going back to the old her, the old ways. She couldn’t do that to herself; she’d come too far. She let that part of herself go when she moved here and started a new life.
But nothing could make the loneliness fade…not until she met George.
Callie glanced over at the clock and then her phone beside the bed, picking it up she flipped it open, glancing at her phone book that consisted of mostly people she worked with - nobody she’d consider a friend - and family from back home - again more people she didn’t want to talk to. The only number that didn’t make her want to cringe was one of the last entries she put in.
1 - O’Malley.
She remembers that in a total act of pure high school girl crush she put a one next to his name so he showed up first in her list. The temptation to call him crept into her fingers, the idea of hearing his voice and maybe even tempting him once again to ditch his Izzie and come out to dinner with her…or better yet, stay in.
”Can’t call him. He’ll think you’re clingy and pathetic.” Then again she couldn’t go back on her word, she walked away from him. A part of her got tired of having her heart hurt for him, having him hurt her. She wanted to matter for him, not just someone that he came to when his world fell apart…she had a world too.
The past few months she had gotten to know him…or she would have if he’d give her half the chance. He seemed to always choose his roommates before her and she couldn’t help but wonder and question just what was so important about them that made her not count.
It was about time she counted in somebody’s life. She wanted to count in his; she wanted to matter. Even a little.
Callie already had enough insecurity and now she had to go and find the one man she wants - that out of no malicious fault of his own - bring every one of them out in her…
”All I know is that I want him, it’s sad and sick how much, but I do. I’ve never had a George before…” Callie thought to herself as she glanced at the time and sighed. “Five more minutes…I’ll wait five more minutes, maybe he’ll call,” she muttered to herself as she stood and stripped off the remainder of her clothes, walking towards the bathroom to head into the shower.
A knock on the door made her pause for a moment before she scrambled to get a robe on to cover herself. Raking her fingers through her hair she hurried to the door by the second knock and pulled it open, her eyes wide at the person on the other side. “You.”