The Absent Wives Club 1/1
Title: The Absent Wives Club (1/1)
Author: elledee68
Rating: 13
Pairing: Callie and Owen (friendship only)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Shonda Rhimes.
Summary: Callie and Owen at the bar. One shot. Sometimes it's good to T.A.W.C.
Hey everyone.
I really have no idea whether I should be posting this here, because there isn't any Callie/Arizona interaction, although the content is Callie and Arizona.
The relationship between Callie and Owen has intrigued me for...well, ages! I really struggled in the AU episode in season 8 and mainly because of the whole Callie/Owen pairing. Then there was the recent scene in the bar...and well, I'm still intrigued.
Anywho...as you can see I posted it anyway...I hope you'll forgive me...or tell me off..that's always a possibility!
BTW I haven't forgotten my previous multi-chapter story Crash and Burn, chapter 10 is in progress, but the intrigue wouldn't go away..so decided to write it down and hopefully I can sleep tonight!
Let me know what you think.
Lynn
They sat at a table this time. Each staring blindly at their drink. Callie caressing the stem of her wine glass, Owen swirling his glass of single malt on the rocks, ice clinking in the glass, the only noise breaking the silence that had settled between them.
They made an odd coupe Callie decided. Her eyes darted around the bar in a panic, wondering if anyone there believed they were a couple, grateful that it was a tuesday evening and the bar was almost deserted apart from the few regulars who used alcohol like she used oxygen
She looked at her drinking companion. No! Definitely not a couple! Her brain did an internal "ew" at the thought.
If she was honest she'd never understood what Cristina saw in Owen. He was a sullen individual even when he was happy. He was also quite damaged. Callie had never really been able to trust him...she'd been in the apartment that night...when he'd wrapped his hands around her friends throat as his demons haunted him...she'd seen the terror on Cristina's face.
As she stared at him she couldn't help but wonde wha Cristina found attractive about him. He's a redhead...some people liked that...but Cristina...no... she wasn't convinced. The lines on his face made him look older than he is. Maybe he's good in the sack...she'd heard him and Christina often enough to know her roommate was always satisfied..."Okay that's enough! You gotta get laid girl!" her psyche interrupted her.
She shuffled in her chair, the uncomfortable thought making her aware of how numb her ass was getting. She took a quick gulp of her drink to wash the thought away, her face flushing without her consent.
Owen had glanced in her direction as he took a slow sip of his own drink. Then she saw it...in his eyes...an understanding...a compassion...something nameless perhaps...but whatever it was it seemed to provide warmth, comfort. Like a down duvet on a winter night.
She sighed.
"I'm still sleeping at Marks...but at least Arizona'll let me sit next to her on the sofa now."
He quirked his eyebrows and nodded his acknowledgement of the statement.
"God I'm so horny!" the frustrated whisper was out there before she could stop it, the choking on the drink next to her indicating she'd overshared.
"Shit...I'm sorry...I don't know what happened to my filter...not that I ever had one really...I forgot you're not Mark for a minute! Sorry" she rambled nervous smile on her face, cursing herself for lack of self control.
"Actually, horny isn't what I am...I just...I want to be able to touch her...I don't mean just mean in a sexual way," she glanced at him, trying to gague whether she should just stop. He seemed to have recovered from her prior statement, staring back at his drink, unperturbed, "more, I miss the...easiness, familiarity...this...it's like sharing a life with someone I don't know at all,"
"At least you can be confident that your wife's also celibate." the gruff voiced statement interrupted her outward thought processing.
Their eyes met for a millisecond before they looked towards their drinks again.
"I haven't forgotten your not Teddy, in case you're wondering," he elaborated, a dry humour lacing his tone.
Callie's head snapped up and their eyes met again. Owen shrugged his shoulders and gave her a wry half smile.
"I'm sorry Owen," and she was.
She sat silently for a moment, thinking about how messed up the universe was.
"And at least Arizona is in the same state as you...at least she's going to be there, in your home, when you get back tonight." he continued.
"You know...when someone dies...you mourn them...you learn to accept they won't come back...in time it hurts less, but this...it's cruel...because you hope...that the person you love will one day come back, that they'll tell you they love you...you'll forgive them...they'll forgive you...and you all live happily ever after."
A quiet wistful voice now. Callie's feels her eyes sting with tears, she has to swallow hard.
"Have you given up Owen?" she manages to ask. "on your happily ever after, I mean?"
Furrows in his brow form a deep v shape as he takes several seconds to mull over her question.
He blows out his cheeks, shrugging and shaking his head simultaneously, "I don't know, I feel so...foolish...I mean, Cristina's gone...tells me she doesn't care...but it's like I can't give up...on her...on us. Part of me wants to. It's weird...she's the one who was in the crash...she's the one who survived when the metal box fell out of the sky...but it's like she's the one who's moved on...it's me that's stuck."
A single tear had escaped from Callie's eye, she brushed away with her forefinger.
"I just can't do...or say anything...I can't breathe...and Arizona is finding fault...she's so...vicious...it's like the woman I married did die...and a carbon copy...well not exactly a carbon copy...replaced her. But sometimes see glimpses of her...so I'm confused... she hates me!"
"At least she feel something" he offered as means of reassurance. "At least Arizona's fighting, it means she wants back what she's lost. Cristina, well, she's just so...apathetic...like nothing really matters. I'd gladly trade places with you."
He finally made eye contact with her "At least you get to sit on the same sofa."
They held each others gaze for a moment.
"Have you given up Callie?"
"No. I love her Owen. I'm just not sure she loves me."
"Callie, she's fighting...she loves you." he explained.
"May I be so bold to suggest that you drink your drink...or leave it..it doesn't really matter, and get back to your wife. There'll be a time when she stops fighting...that she accepts...don't let her let you go, don't become something else she's lost. Fight for her."
Callie continued to stare at him, soaking up his words. Yes, now she understood why her friend loved this man.
She pushed her half finished drink towards the middle of the table, allowing her hand to linger on the glass for a second or two.
"I should go." she stood and straightened her clothes, brushing her hands down her thighs.
"Goodnight Owen...and thank you."
He nodde his head and raised his drink towards her as a farewell.
Callie half turned to take her leave, but stopped short.
She leaned down towards he new friend. She wraped her arms around his shoulders, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. Pulling away slightly she leaned in towards his ear and whispered "Cristina's worth fighting for too. Don't give up."
As she pulled back she was surprise to note tears had started to pool in Owen's eyes.
"Do you...er...want to come back...er...for coffee or something" she found herself asking.
He raided his eyebrows in response, and let out a bark of laughter. "Ha! No thanks! I've spent enough time in warzones thank you very much!"
Her toothy grin gave away the secret of her renewed faith in her future, "thank you" she winked at him, turned on her heels and headed towards home, where her wife would be waiting for her.
Author: elledee68
Rating: 13
Pairing: Callie and Owen (friendship only)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Shonda Rhimes.
Summary: Callie and Owen at the bar. One shot. Sometimes it's good to T.A.W.C.
Hey everyone.
I really have no idea whether I should be posting this here, because there isn't any Callie/Arizona interaction, although the content is Callie and Arizona.
The relationship between Callie and Owen has intrigued me for...well, ages! I really struggled in the AU episode in season 8 and mainly because of the whole Callie/Owen pairing. Then there was the recent scene in the bar...and well, I'm still intrigued.
Anywho...as you can see I posted it anyway...I hope you'll forgive me...or tell me off..that's always a possibility!
BTW I haven't forgotten my previous multi-chapter story Crash and Burn, chapter 10 is in progress, but the intrigue wouldn't go away..so decided to write it down and hopefully I can sleep tonight!
Let me know what you think.
Lynn
They sat at a table this time. Each staring blindly at their drink. Callie caressing the stem of her wine glass, Owen swirling his glass of single malt on the rocks, ice clinking in the glass, the only noise breaking the silence that had settled between them.
They made an odd coupe Callie decided. Her eyes darted around the bar in a panic, wondering if anyone there believed they were a couple, grateful that it was a tuesday evening and the bar was almost deserted apart from the few regulars who used alcohol like she used oxygen
She looked at her drinking companion. No! Definitely not a couple! Her brain did an internal "ew" at the thought.
If she was honest she'd never understood what Cristina saw in Owen. He was a sullen individual even when he was happy. He was also quite damaged. Callie had never really been able to trust him...she'd been in the apartment that night...when he'd wrapped his hands around her friends throat as his demons haunted him...she'd seen the terror on Cristina's face.
As she stared at him she couldn't help but wonde wha Cristina found attractive about him. He's a redhead...some people liked that...but Cristina...no... she wasn't convinced. The lines on his face made him look older than he is. Maybe he's good in the sack...she'd heard him and Christina often enough to know her roommate was always satisfied..."Okay that's enough! You gotta get laid girl!" her psyche interrupted her.
She shuffled in her chair, the uncomfortable thought making her aware of how numb her ass was getting. She took a quick gulp of her drink to wash the thought away, her face flushing without her consent.
Owen had glanced in her direction as he took a slow sip of his own drink. Then she saw it...in his eyes...an understanding...a compassion...something nameless perhaps...but whatever it was it seemed to provide warmth, comfort. Like a down duvet on a winter night.
She sighed.
"I'm still sleeping at Marks...but at least Arizona'll let me sit next to her on the sofa now."
He quirked his eyebrows and nodded his acknowledgement of the statement.
"God I'm so horny!" the frustrated whisper was out there before she could stop it, the choking on the drink next to her indicating she'd overshared.
"Shit...I'm sorry...I don't know what happened to my filter...not that I ever had one really...I forgot you're not Mark for a minute! Sorry" she rambled nervous smile on her face, cursing herself for lack of self control.
"Actually, horny isn't what I am...I just...I want to be able to touch her...I don't mean just mean in a sexual way," she glanced at him, trying to gague whether she should just stop. He seemed to have recovered from her prior statement, staring back at his drink, unperturbed, "more, I miss the...easiness, familiarity...this...it's like sharing a life with someone I don't know at all,"
"At least you can be confident that your wife's also celibate." the gruff voiced statement interrupted her outward thought processing.
Their eyes met for a millisecond before they looked towards their drinks again.
"I haven't forgotten your not Teddy, in case you're wondering," he elaborated, a dry humour lacing his tone.
Callie's head snapped up and their eyes met again. Owen shrugged his shoulders and gave her a wry half smile.
"I'm sorry Owen," and she was.
She sat silently for a moment, thinking about how messed up the universe was.
"And at least Arizona is in the same state as you...at least she's going to be there, in your home, when you get back tonight." he continued.
"You know...when someone dies...you mourn them...you learn to accept they won't come back...in time it hurts less, but this...it's cruel...because you hope...that the person you love will one day come back, that they'll tell you they love you...you'll forgive them...they'll forgive you...and you all live happily ever after."
A quiet wistful voice now. Callie's feels her eyes sting with tears, she has to swallow hard.
"Have you given up Owen?" she manages to ask. "on your happily ever after, I mean?"
Furrows in his brow form a deep v shape as he takes several seconds to mull over her question.
He blows out his cheeks, shrugging and shaking his head simultaneously, "I don't know, I feel so...foolish...I mean, Cristina's gone...tells me she doesn't care...but it's like I can't give up...on her...on us. Part of me wants to. It's weird...she's the one who was in the crash...she's the one who survived when the metal box fell out of the sky...but it's like she's the one who's moved on...it's me that's stuck."
A single tear had escaped from Callie's eye, she brushed away with her forefinger.
"I just can't do...or say anything...I can't breathe...and Arizona is finding fault...she's so...vicious...it's like the woman I married did die...and a carbon copy...well not exactly a carbon copy...replaced her. But sometimes see glimpses of her...so I'm confused... she hates me!"
"At least she feel something" he offered as means of reassurance. "At least Arizona's fighting, it means she wants back what she's lost. Cristina, well, she's just so...apathetic...like nothing really matters. I'd gladly trade places with you."
He finally made eye contact with her "At least you get to sit on the same sofa."
They held each others gaze for a moment.
"Have you given up Callie?"
"No. I love her Owen. I'm just not sure she loves me."
"Callie, she's fighting...she loves you." he explained.
"May I be so bold to suggest that you drink your drink...or leave it..it doesn't really matter, and get back to your wife. There'll be a time when she stops fighting...that she accepts...don't let her let you go, don't become something else she's lost. Fight for her."
Callie continued to stare at him, soaking up his words. Yes, now she understood why her friend loved this man.
She pushed her half finished drink towards the middle of the table, allowing her hand to linger on the glass for a second or two.
"I should go." she stood and straightened her clothes, brushing her hands down her thighs.
"Goodnight Owen...and thank you."
He nodde his head and raised his drink towards her as a farewell.
Callie half turned to take her leave, but stopped short.
She leaned down towards he new friend. She wraped her arms around his shoulders, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. Pulling away slightly she leaned in towards his ear and whispered "Cristina's worth fighting for too. Don't give up."
As she pulled back she was surprise to note tears had started to pool in Owen's eyes.
"Do you...er...want to come back...er...for coffee or something" she found herself asking.
He raided his eyebrows in response, and let out a bark of laughter. "Ha! No thanks! I've spent enough time in warzones thank you very much!"
Her toothy grin gave away the secret of her renewed faith in her future, "thank you" she winked at him, turned on her heels and headed towards home, where her wife would be waiting for her.