Orphan Grey (1/?)
Title: Orphan Grey
Rating: M
Summary: AU. Callie Torres has a relatively normal life as an orthopedic surgeon at Seattle Grace-Mercy West until one day she meets someone…someone who looks exactly like her. As Callie struggles to figure out what is going on with her life, she also has to deal with her burgeoning relationship with the hot new Peds surgeon.
A/N: A horrible/amazing thing happened to me: I discovered Orphan Black. Then one of the characters on the show mentioned Grey’s Anatomy, and I was powerless to stop this fic from happening. This is NOT a crossover fic; it is just Grey’s Anatomy, Orphan Black style. No characters from Orphan Black will appear in this fic, so familiarity with Orphan Black is by no means necessary. That said, Tatiana Maslany is a goddess among us mere mortals, and I would encourage you all to watch it and bask in her talent and general delightfulness. If you guys hate this idea, I won’t be offended - you can be honest!
A/N2: For right now, this will not be updated all that quickly. I will try to update it more frequently (along with Crossing Borderlines) starting in August.
Chapter 1
“I have a stalker,” the dark-haired woman remarked by way of greeting as she waltzed through the door to the attendings’ lounge.
“Um, hello to you, too,” the man in the room replied.
“Mark, come on, this is serious,” she whined.
Callie Torres was a proud, professional woman, but certain situations just called for whining. This was one of them.
“And so is the reconstructive surgery I have in an hour,” Mark Sloan replied.
“You’re a Plastics god, Sloan. You can make this woman’s breasts two cup sizes larger - or whatever you’re doing to her - in your sleep. I have a real problem.”
“I’m not making her breasts - ” Mark began to argue, but stopped. Callie didn’t need to know all about his ingenious skin grafting techniques. She was right. “I am a God.” He slammed the patient’s file closed. “Tell me about your admirer.”
“No, Mark, not an admirer. A - ” Callie scooted closer to him and leaned in. “a stalker,” she whispered conspiratorially. She glanced around the room as if waiting to be pounced on at any second. “This whole week, she’s been following me around. I keep seeing her on my way to the hospital, at my favorite food truck. I even saw her outside my apartment building yesterday.”
Mark laughed at his friend’s paranoia. “It could just be someone who works at the hospital. You live close by and the food truck is right outside.”
“No, because she never comes in the hospital and I’ve never seen her in scrubs.”
Mark rolled his eyes. “Ooookay,” he answered, thoroughly unconvinced.
“I haven’t told you the strangest part, yet,” Callie said in a low voice.
“What’s that?” Mark asked, mocking Callie’s tone and leaning in.
“She looks exactly like me! I mean, she has chin-length hair and she dresses like she walked right out of a J.Crew catalog, but seriously, Mark, she could be my twin.”
Mark stared at his friend for a few moments, waiting for her to crack. When she didn’t, he threw back his head and released a peal of laughter. “Oh god, Torres,” he gasped through his laughs. “I, of all people, understand a surgeon’s ego, but believing that someone who looks exactly like you is stalking you is just too much.”
Callie threw her hands up in the air. “Fine! Don’t believe me? Meet me at the food truck at 1pm today and you’ll see for yourself.”
At that moment, Callie’s pager sounded, calling her for a consult in the Peds department. “Seriously, Mark. 1pm. Be there.”
Mark nodded, while he continued to giggle to himself, laughing even harder when Callie muttered under her breath about her preppy twin as she left the room.
o0o0o0o
“Hey, I got paged to Peds,” Callie remarked, as she slid a hand across the nurses’ station in the Pediatrics wing.
“Uh, yeah,” the nurse replied, staring at the computer screen in front of her. She waved her arm ambiguously to her right. “Dr. Robbins probably paged you.”
Callie narrowed her eyes at the nurse, before taking off in the general direction she indicated. Before she could get very far, an arm reached out and caught her elbow.
“Are you the Ortho consult? I’m Arizona Robbins. I took over from Kinley.” The blonde woman’s blue eyes shone as she stretched out her arm for a handshake.
“Y-yeah,” Callie replied, taken aback by Arizona’s cheerful demeanor. “I’m Callie Torres.”
Arizona’s eyes widened. “Calliope Torres! I’ve heard so much about you.”
Callie grimaced. “Great.” She took Arizona’s hand and forced a smile in an attempt to match the blonde’s grin. “Sooooo…you needed a consult?”
“Yes!” Arizona exclaimed, as if just remembering what she was doing. “Jordan Turner, he’s a six-year old, who came in this morning with some nasty breaks. We set them temporarily, but I wanted you to take a look at the X-rays,” Arizona explained as she led Callie to the X-ray room.
Arizona placed the X-rays against the light, recounting the early-morning surgery she had performed. Callie hummed as she studied the slides. “These are quite good. I would have set them this way myself,” Callie praised. “The right tibia, though. I think that’s going to require an intramedullary rod. He must have broken that bone before. It looks surprisingly weak.”
“Damn. That’s what I thought, but I was hoping you’d say differently,” Arizona said, looking thoughtfully at the scan. “Kinley fixed that bone a few times. I guess he’s just clumsy,” Arizona remarked, though Callie could see that Arizona wasn’t sure if that was the real reason.
“Well, I can clear my schedule for this afternoon and I can get him fixed up in no time.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, there’s no need to prolong it. The temporary set you did on his leg won’t last if the bone is too fragile to support it.”
“I know residents usually assist, but would you mind? I need more practice with Ortho. Kids break their bones so easily.”
Callie grinned at the request. She respected anyone who was willing to take Orthopedics seriously. “Absolutely. I’ll see you at 2pm,” Callie said as she walked towards the door. “It was very nice meeting you, Dr. Robbins.”
“Likewise, Dr. Torres,” Arizona said, a disarmingly charming smile appearing on her face and making her dimples pop.
o0o0o0o
When Callie reached the food truck at 1pm, Mark was already flirting with an unsuspecting pharmaceuticals representative. As he reached for a flyaway hair stuck to the pretty brunette’s cheek, Callie sidled up next to the Plastics surgeon.
“Hi,” Callie glanced at the woman’s badge, “Jenny. This manwhore here has charmed his way into the pants of every nurse, Derm fellow, and pharm rep in the Pacific Northwest. You don’t want to just be another notch on his bedpost do you, Jenny?”
The young woman shook her head shyly as the man in the food truck called out her order. She grabbed her food before turning back to the two surgeons. “Run away, Jenny,” Callie advised.
When the representative did just that, Mark smacked Callie’s shoulder. “Why would you do that?”
“She was twelve, Mark.”
“She was at least thirty.”
Callie raised both of her eyebrows and stared at him, and Mark quickly conceded defeat. “Fine, so she was just out of college. I wasn’t about to propose to her.”
Callie scoffed. “Besides, we have more pressing issues.”
“Riiiight, scoping out your twin,” Mark replied, as they moved up to the truck to order. “I’ll have a number 3, steamed rice. She’ll have a number 2, no pork.”
The man behind the counter nodded and the two moved away to let others order. “She’ll be here any minute,” Callie responded, ignoring Mark’s disbelief. “She thinks I haven’t noticed her, but she’s so not subtle. She’s usually behind those trees over there.”
Callie turned to watch the trees that lined the border between the sidewalk outside the hospital and a small park, searching for any sign of movement. She nodded and muttered “mmhmms” as Mark blathered on and on about his latest infatuation, Lexie Grey, the young resident sister of Meredith Grey, who was the daughter of the Chief of Surgery, Ellis Grey. The whole hospital could feel the familial tension. Lexie, who was in no way related to Ellis, was often the innocent victim when Ellis was on the warpath.
“…so I don’t feel like adding to the hospital drama. Plus Derek told me to stay away from Little Grey, but she’s just so pretty and - ”
“There she is!” Callie whispered feverishly, grabbing Mark’s hand reflexively. “Come on!” she said, pulling him towards the edge of the park. Callie had decided that there was safety in numbers and now was the time to confront her stalker. How harmful could an argyle sweater-wearing woman be?
“But, my sweet and sour chicken!” Mark protested as he broke into a trot to keep up with Callie’s gait.
“It can wait!”
As they neared the park, the stalker took off, running further into the park, but not before Mark caught a glimpse of her face. “Whoa.” He came to a stand, jerking Callie back with his sudden stop. “Shit, Torres. She looks exactly like you.”
“That’s what I’m saying!” she replied with exasperation. “So, come on! She’s getting away!”
Mark snapped out of his amazement as Callie tugged on his hand and the two took off sprinting after the woman. They regained ground and finally caught up as the woman dashed behind a row of cars in the hospital parking lot on the other side of the park. Callie and Mark slowed their pace to a jog, searching for the woman behind the cars. Mark nodded ahead, indicating for Callie to attack from the front. She rounded the row of cars, spotting the woman ducking between two sedans. As Callie encroached in on her space, the spooked woman turned on her heels to run the other way, running straight into Mark’s chest. Mark grabbed the woman by her arms and stepped back, staring straight at her and trying to wrap his mind around the insanity.
“Who the hell are you?” He boomed, squeezing her arms so that the woman would stop squirming. Callie made her way to stand next to Mark, scouring every inch of her stalker to find any difference.
“Please let me go. I swear I’m not trying to hurt anyone,” the woman pled, her eyes wide with fear.
Mark shook his head. “I’m not letting you go until you tell us who you are and why you’re stalking Callie.”
“Callie,” the woman aped. “What’s your last name?”
Callie narrowed her eyes. “Are you serious?” The woman said nothing, but nodded slightly. Callie turned to Mark. “She’s serious,” she remarked incredulously. “The woman is stalking me and wants to know my last name.”
Callie’s look-alike frowned and looked imploringly at Callie. “I’m sorry. My name is Maria. Maria Clement. I swear I can explain all of this, and I promise I didn’t mean to cause you any harm.”
“Let her go, Mark,” Callie requested.
“Seriously?!”
“Just do it.”
Mark released his grip and Maria brushed of her arms, as if trying to rid herself of his presence. “You want answers, I can give them to you,” she said to Callie. “But not here, not now. And not in front of him. Meet me tomorrow and I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”
Maria reached forward to grab Callie’s hand and placed a note in her open palm, before walking through the line of cars, hopping into a Lexus SUV, and driving swiftly away.
Callie glanced down at her palm and noticed an electronic hotel keycard attached to a small slip of paper that read: The Archfield, Room 213, 3pm.
Rating: M
Summary: AU. Callie Torres has a relatively normal life as an orthopedic surgeon at Seattle Grace-Mercy West until one day she meets someone…someone who looks exactly like her. As Callie struggles to figure out what is going on with her life, she also has to deal with her burgeoning relationship with the hot new Peds surgeon.
A/N: A horrible/amazing thing happened to me: I discovered Orphan Black. Then one of the characters on the show mentioned Grey’s Anatomy, and I was powerless to stop this fic from happening. This is NOT a crossover fic; it is just Grey’s Anatomy, Orphan Black style. No characters from Orphan Black will appear in this fic, so familiarity with Orphan Black is by no means necessary. That said, Tatiana Maslany is a goddess among us mere mortals, and I would encourage you all to watch it and bask in her talent and general delightfulness. If you guys hate this idea, I won’t be offended - you can be honest!
A/N2: For right now, this will not be updated all that quickly. I will try to update it more frequently (along with Crossing Borderlines) starting in August.
Chapter 1
“I have a stalker,” the dark-haired woman remarked by way of greeting as she waltzed through the door to the attendings’ lounge.
“Um, hello to you, too,” the man in the room replied.
“Mark, come on, this is serious,” she whined.
Callie Torres was a proud, professional woman, but certain situations just called for whining. This was one of them.
“And so is the reconstructive surgery I have in an hour,” Mark Sloan replied.
“You’re a Plastics god, Sloan. You can make this woman’s breasts two cup sizes larger - or whatever you’re doing to her - in your sleep. I have a real problem.”
“I’m not making her breasts - ” Mark began to argue, but stopped. Callie didn’t need to know all about his ingenious skin grafting techniques. She was right. “I am a God.” He slammed the patient’s file closed. “Tell me about your admirer.”
“No, Mark, not an admirer. A - ” Callie scooted closer to him and leaned in. “a stalker,” she whispered conspiratorially. She glanced around the room as if waiting to be pounced on at any second. “This whole week, she’s been following me around. I keep seeing her on my way to the hospital, at my favorite food truck. I even saw her outside my apartment building yesterday.”
Mark laughed at his friend’s paranoia. “It could just be someone who works at the hospital. You live close by and the food truck is right outside.”
“No, because she never comes in the hospital and I’ve never seen her in scrubs.”
Mark rolled his eyes. “Ooookay,” he answered, thoroughly unconvinced.
“I haven’t told you the strangest part, yet,” Callie said in a low voice.
“What’s that?” Mark asked, mocking Callie’s tone and leaning in.
“She looks exactly like me! I mean, she has chin-length hair and she dresses like she walked right out of a J.Crew catalog, but seriously, Mark, she could be my twin.”
Mark stared at his friend for a few moments, waiting for her to crack. When she didn’t, he threw back his head and released a peal of laughter. “Oh god, Torres,” he gasped through his laughs. “I, of all people, understand a surgeon’s ego, but believing that someone who looks exactly like you is stalking you is just too much.”
Callie threw her hands up in the air. “Fine! Don’t believe me? Meet me at the food truck at 1pm today and you’ll see for yourself.”
At that moment, Callie’s pager sounded, calling her for a consult in the Peds department. “Seriously, Mark. 1pm. Be there.”
Mark nodded, while he continued to giggle to himself, laughing even harder when Callie muttered under her breath about her preppy twin as she left the room.
o0o0o0o
“Hey, I got paged to Peds,” Callie remarked, as she slid a hand across the nurses’ station in the Pediatrics wing.
“Uh, yeah,” the nurse replied, staring at the computer screen in front of her. She waved her arm ambiguously to her right. “Dr. Robbins probably paged you.”
Callie narrowed her eyes at the nurse, before taking off in the general direction she indicated. Before she could get very far, an arm reached out and caught her elbow.
“Are you the Ortho consult? I’m Arizona Robbins. I took over from Kinley.” The blonde woman’s blue eyes shone as she stretched out her arm for a handshake.
“Y-yeah,” Callie replied, taken aback by Arizona’s cheerful demeanor. “I’m Callie Torres.”
Arizona’s eyes widened. “Calliope Torres! I’ve heard so much about you.”
Callie grimaced. “Great.” She took Arizona’s hand and forced a smile in an attempt to match the blonde’s grin. “Sooooo…you needed a consult?”
“Yes!” Arizona exclaimed, as if just remembering what she was doing. “Jordan Turner, he’s a six-year old, who came in this morning with some nasty breaks. We set them temporarily, but I wanted you to take a look at the X-rays,” Arizona explained as she led Callie to the X-ray room.
Arizona placed the X-rays against the light, recounting the early-morning surgery she had performed. Callie hummed as she studied the slides. “These are quite good. I would have set them this way myself,” Callie praised. “The right tibia, though. I think that’s going to require an intramedullary rod. He must have broken that bone before. It looks surprisingly weak.”
“Damn. That’s what I thought, but I was hoping you’d say differently,” Arizona said, looking thoughtfully at the scan. “Kinley fixed that bone a few times. I guess he’s just clumsy,” Arizona remarked, though Callie could see that Arizona wasn’t sure if that was the real reason.
“Well, I can clear my schedule for this afternoon and I can get him fixed up in no time.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, there’s no need to prolong it. The temporary set you did on his leg won’t last if the bone is too fragile to support it.”
“I know residents usually assist, but would you mind? I need more practice with Ortho. Kids break their bones so easily.”
Callie grinned at the request. She respected anyone who was willing to take Orthopedics seriously. “Absolutely. I’ll see you at 2pm,” Callie said as she walked towards the door. “It was very nice meeting you, Dr. Robbins.”
“Likewise, Dr. Torres,” Arizona said, a disarmingly charming smile appearing on her face and making her dimples pop.
o0o0o0o
When Callie reached the food truck at 1pm, Mark was already flirting with an unsuspecting pharmaceuticals representative. As he reached for a flyaway hair stuck to the pretty brunette’s cheek, Callie sidled up next to the Plastics surgeon.
“Hi,” Callie glanced at the woman’s badge, “Jenny. This manwhore here has charmed his way into the pants of every nurse, Derm fellow, and pharm rep in the Pacific Northwest. You don’t want to just be another notch on his bedpost do you, Jenny?”
The young woman shook her head shyly as the man in the food truck called out her order. She grabbed her food before turning back to the two surgeons. “Run away, Jenny,” Callie advised.
When the representative did just that, Mark smacked Callie’s shoulder. “Why would you do that?”
“She was twelve, Mark.”
“She was at least thirty.”
Callie raised both of her eyebrows and stared at him, and Mark quickly conceded defeat. “Fine, so she was just out of college. I wasn’t about to propose to her.”
Callie scoffed. “Besides, we have more pressing issues.”
“Riiiight, scoping out your twin,” Mark replied, as they moved up to the truck to order. “I’ll have a number 3, steamed rice. She’ll have a number 2, no pork.”
The man behind the counter nodded and the two moved away to let others order. “She’ll be here any minute,” Callie responded, ignoring Mark’s disbelief. “She thinks I haven’t noticed her, but she’s so not subtle. She’s usually behind those trees over there.”
Callie turned to watch the trees that lined the border between the sidewalk outside the hospital and a small park, searching for any sign of movement. She nodded and muttered “mmhmms” as Mark blathered on and on about his latest infatuation, Lexie Grey, the young resident sister of Meredith Grey, who was the daughter of the Chief of Surgery, Ellis Grey. The whole hospital could feel the familial tension. Lexie, who was in no way related to Ellis, was often the innocent victim when Ellis was on the warpath.
“…so I don’t feel like adding to the hospital drama. Plus Derek told me to stay away from Little Grey, but she’s just so pretty and - ”
“There she is!” Callie whispered feverishly, grabbing Mark’s hand reflexively. “Come on!” she said, pulling him towards the edge of the park. Callie had decided that there was safety in numbers and now was the time to confront her stalker. How harmful could an argyle sweater-wearing woman be?
“But, my sweet and sour chicken!” Mark protested as he broke into a trot to keep up with Callie’s gait.
“It can wait!”
As they neared the park, the stalker took off, running further into the park, but not before Mark caught a glimpse of her face. “Whoa.” He came to a stand, jerking Callie back with his sudden stop. “Shit, Torres. She looks exactly like you.”
“That’s what I’m saying!” she replied with exasperation. “So, come on! She’s getting away!”
Mark snapped out of his amazement as Callie tugged on his hand and the two took off sprinting after the woman. They regained ground and finally caught up as the woman dashed behind a row of cars in the hospital parking lot on the other side of the park. Callie and Mark slowed their pace to a jog, searching for the woman behind the cars. Mark nodded ahead, indicating for Callie to attack from the front. She rounded the row of cars, spotting the woman ducking between two sedans. As Callie encroached in on her space, the spooked woman turned on her heels to run the other way, running straight into Mark’s chest. Mark grabbed the woman by her arms and stepped back, staring straight at her and trying to wrap his mind around the insanity.
“Who the hell are you?” He boomed, squeezing her arms so that the woman would stop squirming. Callie made her way to stand next to Mark, scouring every inch of her stalker to find any difference.
“Please let me go. I swear I’m not trying to hurt anyone,” the woman pled, her eyes wide with fear.
Mark shook his head. “I’m not letting you go until you tell us who you are and why you’re stalking Callie.”
“Callie,” the woman aped. “What’s your last name?”
Callie narrowed her eyes. “Are you serious?” The woman said nothing, but nodded slightly. Callie turned to Mark. “She’s serious,” she remarked incredulously. “The woman is stalking me and wants to know my last name.”
Callie’s look-alike frowned and looked imploringly at Callie. “I’m sorry. My name is Maria. Maria Clement. I swear I can explain all of this, and I promise I didn’t mean to cause you any harm.”
“Let her go, Mark,” Callie requested.
“Seriously?!”
“Just do it.”
Mark released his grip and Maria brushed of her arms, as if trying to rid herself of his presence. “You want answers, I can give them to you,” she said to Callie. “But not here, not now. And not in front of him. Meet me tomorrow and I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”
Maria reached forward to grab Callie’s hand and placed a note in her open palm, before walking through the line of cars, hopping into a Lexus SUV, and driving swiftly away.
Callie glanced down at her palm and noticed an electronic hotel keycard attached to a small slip of paper that read: The Archfield, Room 213, 3pm.