Fic Little Suprises (Derek/Callie) 9/? PG Relationships
Author Devylish
Title Little Surprises
Chapter Relationships 9/?
Fandom Grey’s Anatomy
Pair Derek and Callie
Rating PG
Words 1545
Warning/Spoiler/Summary None. None. Business trips always end up like this, right?
Disclaimer All publicly recognizable characters, settings, plot, etc. are the property of the creators of the TV show Grey’s Anatomy. Any original characters, settings and plots are the property of devylish. devylish is in no way associated with the TV show Grey’s Anatomy and no copyright infringement is intended. This work is an amateur fan effort and no profit is being made.
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Derek settled next to her, staring down into the empty amphitheatre
.
They sat in the quiet for a few minutes before he broke the hush.
“You do know we broke up?”
“I know.”
“Then what was yesterday?”
“Temporary insanity?”
“Temporary?”
She smiled lightly.
“We are finished Mere.”
She was silent.
He continued, “You know we didn’t make each other happy. Not in the end. Not the way we use to.”
“You made me happy!”
“When I wasn’t driving you crazy,” He turned to face her, studying her profile. “And I drove you crazy a lot.”
“I loved your kind of crazy.”
“Mere….”
“I wasn’t ready to let you go.” Her eyes were on his hands. “I’m NOT ready to let you go.”
“It’s been over for almost two years now Meredith. We’ve been… it’s been nearly two years! Did I at any time lead you to think I was coming back?”
“You might have come back, maybe if she -“
“Don’t!” His voice was forceful, intense. “Don’t bring Callie into this.”
“But -“
He lowered his voice, “I was never the man you wanted me to be Meredith. I’m not perfect. I have and will continue to make mistakes. I’m only human.”
“… I didn’t expect anything more of you.”
“But you couldn’t accept anything less from me either.”
“And she does? She accepts all your little… flaws?”
“I came here to talk about us Mere, not -“
“Yeah well, Torres is apparently a part of ‘us’ now.”
He didn’t want to be cruel. He didn’t want to hurt her, but, “That’s just it Meredith. There isn’t an us anymore. There’s no more ‘you and me’.” He stood up and moved to the door, stopping when he reached the entrance. “I love you Mere, but I’m not in love with you. It’s done.”
“Do you love her?”
He smiled, one of those little smiles that say so much. “She’s where I want my home to be.”
****
Mark pushed into the on call room, stripping off his lab coat as he entered. He came to a surprised stop when he saw Callie, eyes closed, earbuds in, iPod resting on the curve of her stomach, curled up on a bed.
Walking over to the bed, he sat down on the edge, silently indicating that she should move over when she opened her eyes in surprise.
Scooting back so that she was against the wall, Callie watched Mark settle onto the bed next to her, his hands locked behind his head, and his legs crossed at his ankles. With a sigh he closed his eyes and relaxed.
Giving her head a little shake, Callie pulled her earphones out of her ears and spoke. “Comfortable?”
“Shhh, I’m trying to nap.”
“And you had to come all the way over to my bed where ‘I’ was resting to do that?”
“Had to? No. Wanted to? Yes.”
“How is your new girlfriend, what’s her name? Penny? Priscilla? Pansy? -“
“ - Pilar.”
“Right, right. Pilar. How’s Pilar going to take your sleeping in the same bed with another woman?”
Mark opened one eye and looked over at Callie. “We’ve only been seeing one another for a few weeks. She’ll be fine. You, on the other hand, should maybe be asking yourself how your ‘boyfriend’, Dr. Shepherd, would feel about this.” He closed his eye.
Mark had found out about Callie’s impending visit from the stork at the same time that the rest of Seattle Grace had found out, i.e. a couple of days ago when Derek put his announcements up on the hospital bulletin boards. So she wasn’t surprised by the slightly hurt tone in his voice.
“I was going to tell you.” His eye opened again, and she added sheepishly, “eventually.”
“Right.”
“Honestly Sloan. Could this be more awkward? Your best boy friend is the father of my child.”
He closed his eye. “’Male’ friend. Don’t say boy friend. Could lead to misconceptions.”
She smiled and hit him lightly on the chest.
Keeping his eyes closed, he asked, “So how did all of this happen?”
“Standard, basic procedure: Penis, vagina. Sperm, egg.”
“Smart ass.”
“It’s better than being a dumbass.”
They lay in silence for a while. Then he broke the hush, a grin spreading across his face as he pondered, “So Torres, having sampled both the Shepherd’s Pie and the Sloan Bone… which is more satisfying?”
She hit his chest full force this time.
“Ow!” He chuckled as he rubbed his chest. “Not gonna answer that huh?”
“Are you sure you WANT me to answer that, Mark?” Her lips curved into a smile when he opened his mouth then quickly shut it.
“Next question…. Is my bro keeping my ex-ho happy?”
“Call me a ho again and you will get an atomic nipple twist.”
He covered his nipples with his free arm and scootched a half an inch away. “Okay, is the gentleman keeping m’lady happy?”
In the few ensuing seconds of silence Mark opened both of his eyes, turned his head and peered at Callie. She was blushing. Her glowing, contented, happy blush. And suddenly he remembered why he loved her… why she was his best friend - of any gender. “He makes you happy.”
“Have you asked him if I make HIM happy?” She muttered as she fought the stupid blush.
“No need. If he’s with you, he has to be happy. It’s unavoidable.”
And the blush was back full force.
Mark added, “I am going to have to do the big brother thing and warn him that if he hurts you, I’ll have to kick his ass.”
“Sloan….”
“Then I’ll buy him a beer and congratulate him for being one lucky son of a bitch.”
She ducked her head and smiled, “Thanks Sloan.”
“Anything for my best friend.”
****
Derek knocked on the door and waited impatiently for Callie to answer.
When she did, she smoothed her hand over her unignorable belly and smiled at him nervously.
“Hey Calliecat, you look…” phenomenal, amazing, delicious, “great.”
“… For a walking house.”
He shook his head in defeat, the fact that she was beautiful, with or without a baby belly, was an argument he didn’t know how to win. So he was picking his battles, and tonight’s battle was ‘date night’. “Ready?”
“This is - dumb.” She slipped her feet into her shoes and grabbed her purse from its hook.
“No it’s not. He helped her into her jacket, “we’ve had sex. Great sex. Really really great sex. Really really -“
She nudged him and smiled, “I get the idea.”
He grinned, “Yeah, well, okay, I just wanted to make certain you were aware that we’ve had some phenomenal sex, and we’ve made out like bunnies,” he closed and locked her apartment door behind them. “We’re going to be parents. We’re building a house, and through all of that, we’ve never been on a date.” He placed his hand at the middle of her back, “Something’s wrong with that picture.”
She muttered under her breath, “You only see one thing wrong in all of that?”
Stopping beside her when they reached his truck, Derek turned her to face him, “We don’t have to do this you know. But…,” he pushed a stray strand of hair away from her cheek, “I thought you wanted to work on figuring out what we have. If we have anything?“
What if we don’t have anything? What if it’s all just a momentary freakish anomaly? Fuck.
“You’re right.” She curled her hands behind his lapel. She decided to play a little dirty, and letting her hand trail up his neck, she ran her fingers over his Adams apple. “Of course, you’ve had a really really long day, and I totally wouldn’t hold it against you if you wanted to put tonight off… stay in… I could make us some steaks; we could curl up in the bed with ice cream….”
He groaned, “You’re pulling out the big weapons, kitten.”
She bit her lower lip, “are they working?”
He stepped closer to her, letting her feel his arousal.
She smiled into his shoulder, “That’s a ‘yes’.”
“Yes… and no.” He pulled away from her with effort and opened the passenger door of the truck. “I’m going to rain check you on the at-home steak and ice cream bed feast.” He helped her into the car, “I want to go out with you. See you by candlelight; watch you eating something you didn’t have to cook.”
“We could order out and I could light a couple of candles,” she offered with a pout.
He walked around to the driver’s side of the truck, and climbed in beside her. Turning to face Callie he offered, “I want to show you off.”
She stared into his blue eyes and for once, for just a second, she believed him. She believed that he found her pretty, that he was happy being with her. Being pregnant with her.
Lassoing in her runaway emotions, she pulled her eyes away from his and pulling her seatbelt down around her, she lightened the mood, “so, just to make certain I fully understand the rules of this little, ‘let’s date’ thing we’re doing, we can still have sex, right?”
Derek grinned and started the car.