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Title: just thought you’d like to know 6/6; epilogue
Author: elise50
Pairing: Mark/Callie, mentions of others
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Summary: AU from start of season 6.
A/N: I've been trying to get this stupid thing up since yesterday. Anyway, here it is, it's short and kinda cheese ball, but hey it's done. There's also a tiny epilogue scene there at the end,hope you guys enjoyed the long ride.
~*~*~*~*~
The hospital buzzed with gossip as Mark strode through hallways, coming back from a few days off. He had taken the advice given him and shut himself away for a couple of days, living like a hermit to ensure that he wouldn't push Callie into a decision she would later regret. It was hard not seeing or hearing about her, he wanted so badly to find out if she had been as affected as he was by everything.
"I thought you had died or something."
Glaring at the Asian woman now marching beside him, Mark opened his mouth to retort with a quip of his own. But Cristina spoke up first.
"I've got info on your other half," rolling her eyes, Cristina tsked as she looked straight ahead. "I can't believe I just said that."
"What the hell are you talking about Yang?"
"Callie moved in with me a few nights back."
Pausing mid-stride Mark shifted his focus onto the young doctor.
"What happened?"
Cocking a side grin, Cristina shook her head in negation as she stared him down.
"Not until you tell me that the crap about your divorce is true."
"We signed if that's what you mean."
"Did you guys have break-up sex? Kiss? Anything I wouldn't normally care to know about?" Cristina asked, unashamed by her questions.
"What's with the third degree Yang?" Mark huffed, clearly annoyed by the line of conversation. Straightening himself, he attempted to appear authoritative, but Cristina wasn't easily intimidated. Sighing, he finally gave up. "We had drinks at Joe's and talked."
"That's it?"
"That's it, why are so damn curious about us all of a sudden?"
Looking around the hall, Cristina waited until no one seemed to be paying attention to them; reaching forward, she grabbed Mark's jacket and dragged him into the nearest room.
"What the hell's your problem Yang?" Mark bellowed, smoothing out his coat as he scowled.
"Will you shut up, I don't want people knowing I'm in a locked room with you," Cristina hissed loudly, then moved to lean against one of the racks in the supply closet. "She gave back the ring."
When he didn't respond, she continued.
"Do I have to spell it out for you Sloan. Callie and John broke up, for good. She chose you."
Turning to her, Mark stepped back and leaned against the door. His mind was flooding with countless thoughts as he raised a hand to his face. Rubbing his cheek, his lips turned upward into an almost infectious grin.
Snorting, Cristina crossed her arms over her chest, "don't look so self-satisfied McSteam. She thinks you and Mary Sue are back together."
"What?"
"Callie saw you guys outside the bar, and you were laughing or something. Anyway, she said that you looked happy."
He thought back and remembered what she was referring to; though he felt nothing stirring between him and Lexie, he could see how someone looking at them from an outside perspective would confuse the situation. Especially someone that had just been through something emotional and…
"Where is she?"
"She's avoiding you," Cristina mumbled, stepping away from the wall. Walking toward the door she moved to the exit and with strength even she was unaware she possessed, shoved Mark aside. Turning the knob, she breathed deeply and glanced over her shoulder. "Deliver these to her," she began, reaching across her side to retrieve a file he hadn't known she was carrying. "She needs to see them before her patient can be released, he's in 253."
"Why are you helping me?"
Scoffing, Cristina rolled her eyes, "I'm not helping you; just don't screw this up."
With that she shut the door behind her and Mark eyed the folder, before quickly doing the same.
~*~*~*~*~
"Everything went great," Callie smiled at her patient and the horde of family members that had come rushing to him after they were given the okay to visit. Though the hospital wouldn't normally allow this much people in a room, she couldn't help but let them all in; this man was obviously loved that it seemed a shame to limit something so cherished.
Despite everything, she hoped she had that someday.
"When can he go?"
Shifting her attention from Mr. Wilkins and turned to his wife, who was sitting beside him holding one of his hands between her palms. Looking on with fascination, she watched how receptive he was to her touch and noted how much happiness surged between them.
She hoped for that someday too.
"I'm just waiting on someone to bring me a few things before I'm able to sign your husband off and let all of you guys out of here," Callie chuckled looking around the room.
Behind her, the door clicked open.
Turning quickly, she dropped her smile as she caught sight of Mark standing in front of her, raising the folder she'd asked Cristina to bring her. Pursing her lips, she took the file from his hands and flipped it open, focusing on the charts while she waited for him to make an exit; an action he seemed to have no intention of doing.
"I need to talk to you."
Callie's back stiffened as Mark came behind her and spoke into her ear.
"Not now," Callie hissed back, keeping her voice low.
"Callie…"
"Is something wrong Dr. Torres?"
Looking up, she managed to work up a tight grin as she met the eyes of her now worried patient. She wanted to hit Mark for pushing him into unease.
"Everything is perfect," closing the folder, she crossed her arms over her chest. "We can get you out of here, I'll call one of the nurses to bring you discharge papers."
"But whatever he wants to talk about sounds serious," Tara, Mr. Wilkins' eldest daughter, spoke up.
"Dr. Sloan, a highly regarded plastic surgeon who has no business in this room, doesn't know how to keep personal matters out of professional settings; so please just ignore him."
Snorting at her comment, Mark reached up to rub his jaw.
"If Dr. Torres would speak with me personally, I wouldn't have to barge in on you lovely folks like this."
The family members, now thoroughly confused, watched the two exchange heated glances and not so nice words as they sat back.
"Don't do this," Callie shook her head and straightened her lips in a serious expression.
"Will you talk to me if I promise not to do this now?"
"We don't have anything to talk about. Just go."
Turning her back to him, Callie closed her eyes and breathed slowly, completely forgetting the audience she had as she attempted to calm herself.
Across the way, Mark smirked and shook his head as he turned the lock on the handle and settled against the door, intentionally blocking the room's only exit.
"What do you think you're doing Sloan?"
Unaffected by Callie's seething tone and disbelieving stare, Mark steeled himself and looked on at the woman before him, an impressive amount of determination set in his eyes.
"Why didn't you tell me about the ring?"
Scowl drooping, Callie's face crumbled as Mark's question rung through her ears. Sighing, she chuckled sadly and licked her lips out of nervousness.
"Who told you?"
"Why didn't you tell me?" Mark asked, his voice softening as he straightened.
"I don't have to tell you about every little thing that happens in my life," Callie spoke up defensibly, tilting her chin in defiance as she regarded him. But he saw the chink in her armor, and if it got him any closer to getting her to drop her guard, he was going to use it.
Stepping forward Mark settled in front of her, still effectively blocking her path while managing to stay close.
"Seems like more than a little thing to me."
"So does getting back together with your wife," Callie responded in a clipped tone, "but that didn't keep you from not telling me either."
Chuckling, Mark dropped his head and crossed his arms over his chest before looking back up into Callie's eyes.
"We're not getting back together."
"I saw you Mark, I saw you and her outside together; laughing and happy and…" Callie's voice trailed away softly as she moved her eyes to ceiling. Her eyes began to water as she thought over everything, reliving painful moments of the situation she blamed herself for creating.
"What you saw, was me waiting with Lexie for her cab after we'd had a few drinks and signed divorce papers."
Knitting her brows, Callie eyed Mark curiously unsure of how to react to his statement.
"Cal we're getting a divorce."
"Why?"
Smiling, he reached up and ran his thumb back and forth across her cheek.
"You can't be married to someone you're not in love with."
Shaking her head, Callie stepped back and tightened her jaw. Hugging herself, she closed her eyes, taking a moment to compose herself again.
"You don't," she finally argued as she opened her eyes.
"Torres, I've been in love with you since we first met; I was just too much of an idiot to realize it sooner." Grinning, he moved forward again invading her space, "we both were and I want to fix that."
Despite his intended humor and utter truth, Callie's breath hitched and became slightly erratic at his words, helping to crack her resolve.
"Have dinner with me tonight," raising a hand to her chin, Mark tilted her eyes back to his, "and tomorrow night, and every night until you're convinced that I want to spend the rest of mine with you."
Left speechless Callie bit her bottom lip as her mind fought a losing battle with her heart.
"At this point in the movie your characters usually kiss."
Swiveling their heads to the forgotten bunch watching them, both Mark and Callie were met with knowing and eager faces.
Unable to hold it together, Callie shook her head and let out a resounding laugh. Breaking into the widest grin she'd ever seen him bear, Mark laughed wholeheartedly and leaned into her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he beamed at her easy compliance as he scooped her forward. Bringing his mouth within inches of her, he chuckled.
"How about we give the audience what they want?"
A smile playing on her own lips, Callie closed her eyes and breathed deeply.
"I love you."
Heart thumping, Mark sighed in relief before rasping a simple I know; and kissing Callie Torres senseless.
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.
Sometime later...
"I hate this stuff."
"I know, but your mother doesn't," Mark grinned holding up a beautifully constructed set of glass products. "And buying her something might get me back into her good graces."
Rolling her eyes Callie placed her hands on her hips and watched as he carefully scrutinized each piece, obviously looking to find one that might make her mother happy. It was sweet really, at least after you took away the fact that he was only doing it to get back on her good side.
"Is there anything I can help you with today?"
Glancing over their shoulders, both Mark and Callie were met with the smile of a familiar saleswoman. Watching with amusement as she squinted at the pair, then widened her grin in realization; they looked over at each other and inwardly chuckled.
"Mark Sloan right?" The woman tilted her head in question, then shifted her gaze to Callie, "and his just friend Callie Torres?"
"Almost right," Callie responded smiling as she turned her body to fully face the other woman.
"I'm sorry, I get names wrong sometimes and…oh wow!" The young woman's face brightened in surprise as Callie's protruding belly came into view. "Congratulations!"
"Thank you," Callie nodded and chuckled simultaneously.
"When are you due if you don't mind my asking?"
"Our baby's due in November," Mark finally spoke up, grinning as he reached around Callie's waist and rested a protective palm over her stomach.
The woman raised her brow at the scene and the matching wedding bands each of them wore. Catching her stare, both Mark and Callie nodded confirming her inner thoughts.
"Well," she spoke, smile creasing her lips once again, "congratulations to both of you. Now, is there any way I can help you around the store?"
Shaking his head in affirmation, Mark dropped his hand from Callie's waist and intertwined her fingers with his before focusing back onto the saleswoman.
"What would you suggest buying a mother-in-law, whose most cherished vase you broke and favorite carpet you ruined while having an impromptu wrestling match with her two youngest grandchildren during a vacation to her home?"
Blinking, the woman giggled before moving in front of the couple.
"Here, let me show you to the vases and the luxury carpets."
Mark and Callie obediently followed behind her, smiling and holding hands as they went.
Author: elise50
Pairing: Mark/Callie, mentions of others
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Summary: AU from start of season 6.
A/N: I've been trying to get this stupid thing up since yesterday. Anyway, here it is, it's short and kinda cheese ball, but hey it's done. There's also a tiny epilogue scene there at the end,hope you guys enjoyed the long ride.
~*~*~*~*~
The hospital buzzed with gossip as Mark strode through hallways, coming back from a few days off. He had taken the advice given him and shut himself away for a couple of days, living like a hermit to ensure that he wouldn't push Callie into a decision she would later regret. It was hard not seeing or hearing about her, he wanted so badly to find out if she had been as affected as he was by everything.
"I thought you had died or something."
Glaring at the Asian woman now marching beside him, Mark opened his mouth to retort with a quip of his own. But Cristina spoke up first.
"I've got info on your other half," rolling her eyes, Cristina tsked as she looked straight ahead. "I can't believe I just said that."
"What the hell are you talking about Yang?"
"Callie moved in with me a few nights back."
Pausing mid-stride Mark shifted his focus onto the young doctor.
"What happened?"
Cocking a side grin, Cristina shook her head in negation as she stared him down.
"Not until you tell me that the crap about your divorce is true."
"We signed if that's what you mean."
"Did you guys have break-up sex? Kiss? Anything I wouldn't normally care to know about?" Cristina asked, unashamed by her questions.
"What's with the third degree Yang?" Mark huffed, clearly annoyed by the line of conversation. Straightening himself, he attempted to appear authoritative, but Cristina wasn't easily intimidated. Sighing, he finally gave up. "We had drinks at Joe's and talked."
"That's it?"
"That's it, why are so damn curious about us all of a sudden?"
Looking around the hall, Cristina waited until no one seemed to be paying attention to them; reaching forward, she grabbed Mark's jacket and dragged him into the nearest room.
"What the hell's your problem Yang?" Mark bellowed, smoothing out his coat as he scowled.
"Will you shut up, I don't want people knowing I'm in a locked room with you," Cristina hissed loudly, then moved to lean against one of the racks in the supply closet. "She gave back the ring."
When he didn't respond, she continued.
"Do I have to spell it out for you Sloan. Callie and John broke up, for good. She chose you."
Turning to her, Mark stepped back and leaned against the door. His mind was flooding with countless thoughts as he raised a hand to his face. Rubbing his cheek, his lips turned upward into an almost infectious grin.
Snorting, Cristina crossed her arms over her chest, "don't look so self-satisfied McSteam. She thinks you and Mary Sue are back together."
"What?"
"Callie saw you guys outside the bar, and you were laughing or something. Anyway, she said that you looked happy."
He thought back and remembered what she was referring to; though he felt nothing stirring between him and Lexie, he could see how someone looking at them from an outside perspective would confuse the situation. Especially someone that had just been through something emotional and…
"Where is she?"
"She's avoiding you," Cristina mumbled, stepping away from the wall. Walking toward the door she moved to the exit and with strength even she was unaware she possessed, shoved Mark aside. Turning the knob, she breathed deeply and glanced over her shoulder. "Deliver these to her," she began, reaching across her side to retrieve a file he hadn't known she was carrying. "She needs to see them before her patient can be released, he's in 253."
"Why are you helping me?"
Scoffing, Cristina rolled her eyes, "I'm not helping you; just don't screw this up."
With that she shut the door behind her and Mark eyed the folder, before quickly doing the same.
~*~*~*~*~
"Everything went great," Callie smiled at her patient and the horde of family members that had come rushing to him after they were given the okay to visit. Though the hospital wouldn't normally allow this much people in a room, she couldn't help but let them all in; this man was obviously loved that it seemed a shame to limit something so cherished.
Despite everything, she hoped she had that someday.
"When can he go?"
Shifting her attention from Mr. Wilkins and turned to his wife, who was sitting beside him holding one of his hands between her palms. Looking on with fascination, she watched how receptive he was to her touch and noted how much happiness surged between them.
She hoped for that someday too.
"I'm just waiting on someone to bring me a few things before I'm able to sign your husband off and let all of you guys out of here," Callie chuckled looking around the room.
Behind her, the door clicked open.
Turning quickly, she dropped her smile as she caught sight of Mark standing in front of her, raising the folder she'd asked Cristina to bring her. Pursing her lips, she took the file from his hands and flipped it open, focusing on the charts while she waited for him to make an exit; an action he seemed to have no intention of doing.
"I need to talk to you."
Callie's back stiffened as Mark came behind her and spoke into her ear.
"Not now," Callie hissed back, keeping her voice low.
"Callie…"
"Is something wrong Dr. Torres?"
Looking up, she managed to work up a tight grin as she met the eyes of her now worried patient. She wanted to hit Mark for pushing him into unease.
"Everything is perfect," closing the folder, she crossed her arms over her chest. "We can get you out of here, I'll call one of the nurses to bring you discharge papers."
"But whatever he wants to talk about sounds serious," Tara, Mr. Wilkins' eldest daughter, spoke up.
"Dr. Sloan, a highly regarded plastic surgeon who has no business in this room, doesn't know how to keep personal matters out of professional settings; so please just ignore him."
Snorting at her comment, Mark reached up to rub his jaw.
"If Dr. Torres would speak with me personally, I wouldn't have to barge in on you lovely folks like this."
The family members, now thoroughly confused, watched the two exchange heated glances and not so nice words as they sat back.
"Don't do this," Callie shook her head and straightened her lips in a serious expression.
"Will you talk to me if I promise not to do this now?"
"We don't have anything to talk about. Just go."
Turning her back to him, Callie closed her eyes and breathed slowly, completely forgetting the audience she had as she attempted to calm herself.
Across the way, Mark smirked and shook his head as he turned the lock on the handle and settled against the door, intentionally blocking the room's only exit.
"What do you think you're doing Sloan?"
Unaffected by Callie's seething tone and disbelieving stare, Mark steeled himself and looked on at the woman before him, an impressive amount of determination set in his eyes.
"Why didn't you tell me about the ring?"
Scowl drooping, Callie's face crumbled as Mark's question rung through her ears. Sighing, she chuckled sadly and licked her lips out of nervousness.
"Who told you?"
"Why didn't you tell me?" Mark asked, his voice softening as he straightened.
"I don't have to tell you about every little thing that happens in my life," Callie spoke up defensibly, tilting her chin in defiance as she regarded him. But he saw the chink in her armor, and if it got him any closer to getting her to drop her guard, he was going to use it.
Stepping forward Mark settled in front of her, still effectively blocking her path while managing to stay close.
"Seems like more than a little thing to me."
"So does getting back together with your wife," Callie responded in a clipped tone, "but that didn't keep you from not telling me either."
Chuckling, Mark dropped his head and crossed his arms over his chest before looking back up into Callie's eyes.
"We're not getting back together."
"I saw you Mark, I saw you and her outside together; laughing and happy and…" Callie's voice trailed away softly as she moved her eyes to ceiling. Her eyes began to water as she thought over everything, reliving painful moments of the situation she blamed herself for creating.
"What you saw, was me waiting with Lexie for her cab after we'd had a few drinks and signed divorce papers."
Knitting her brows, Callie eyed Mark curiously unsure of how to react to his statement.
"Cal we're getting a divorce."
"Why?"
Smiling, he reached up and ran his thumb back and forth across her cheek.
"You can't be married to someone you're not in love with."
Shaking her head, Callie stepped back and tightened her jaw. Hugging herself, she closed her eyes, taking a moment to compose herself again.
"You don't," she finally argued as she opened her eyes.
"Torres, I've been in love with you since we first met; I was just too much of an idiot to realize it sooner." Grinning, he moved forward again invading her space, "we both were and I want to fix that."
Despite his intended humor and utter truth, Callie's breath hitched and became slightly erratic at his words, helping to crack her resolve.
"Have dinner with me tonight," raising a hand to her chin, Mark tilted her eyes back to his, "and tomorrow night, and every night until you're convinced that I want to spend the rest of mine with you."
Left speechless Callie bit her bottom lip as her mind fought a losing battle with her heart.
"At this point in the movie your characters usually kiss."
Swiveling their heads to the forgotten bunch watching them, both Mark and Callie were met with knowing and eager faces.
Unable to hold it together, Callie shook her head and let out a resounding laugh. Breaking into the widest grin she'd ever seen him bear, Mark laughed wholeheartedly and leaned into her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he beamed at her easy compliance as he scooped her forward. Bringing his mouth within inches of her, he chuckled.
"How about we give the audience what they want?"
A smile playing on her own lips, Callie closed her eyes and breathed deeply.
"I love you."
Heart thumping, Mark sighed in relief before rasping a simple I know; and kissing Callie Torres senseless.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Sometime later...
"I hate this stuff."
"I know, but your mother doesn't," Mark grinned holding up a beautifully constructed set of glass products. "And buying her something might get me back into her good graces."
Rolling her eyes Callie placed her hands on her hips and watched as he carefully scrutinized each piece, obviously looking to find one that might make her mother happy. It was sweet really, at least after you took away the fact that he was only doing it to get back on her good side.
"Is there anything I can help you with today?"
Glancing over their shoulders, both Mark and Callie were met with the smile of a familiar saleswoman. Watching with amusement as she squinted at the pair, then widened her grin in realization; they looked over at each other and inwardly chuckled.
"Mark Sloan right?" The woman tilted her head in question, then shifted her gaze to Callie, "and his just friend Callie Torres?"
"Almost right," Callie responded smiling as she turned her body to fully face the other woman.
"I'm sorry, I get names wrong sometimes and…oh wow!" The young woman's face brightened in surprise as Callie's protruding belly came into view. "Congratulations!"
"Thank you," Callie nodded and chuckled simultaneously.
"When are you due if you don't mind my asking?"
"Our baby's due in November," Mark finally spoke up, grinning as he reached around Callie's waist and rested a protective palm over her stomach.
The woman raised her brow at the scene and the matching wedding bands each of them wore. Catching her stare, both Mark and Callie nodded confirming her inner thoughts.
"Well," she spoke, smile creasing her lips once again, "congratulations to both of you. Now, is there any way I can help you around the store?"
Shaking his head in affirmation, Mark dropped his hand from Callie's waist and intertwined her fingers with his before focusing back onto the saleswoman.
"What would you suggest buying a mother-in-law, whose most cherished vase you broke and favorite carpet you ruined while having an impromptu wrestling match with her two youngest grandchildren during a vacation to her home?"
Blinking, the woman giggled before moving in front of the couple.
"Here, let me show you to the vases and the luxury carpets."
Mark and Callie obediently followed behind her, smiling and holding hands as they went.