Ok, Here's the Truth (3/?)
Once Mark heard the click of the door shut behind him, he instantly began peeling his scrub shirt off. It wasn’t until he heard Callie sit softly on the mattress and not her usual plop of excitement, did he realize that this on-call room trip wouldn’t be like those previous.
Callie saw out of the corner of her eye that Mark was half undressed and she proceeded to watch him process the difference of this trip than those they usually took as he redressed. It pissed her off slightly. How dare Mark think that she would have sex with him when he clearly knew that she was with Erica; she wasn’t George for God’s sake. Okay, so maybe she did try the seduction act to get him here, but that was all she could think of to get his undivided attention without screaming her news to him in front of everyone. She could feel his eyes on her, expecting something, and it almost made her feel dirty as she realized what she had become to him. She unconsciously licked her lips and tried to swallow the lump that was forming in the back of her throat.
“Mark the reason I brought you here,” that sounded stupid and way too formal, she thought to herself. “Okay, the truth is…”
“Callie, just say-
“I’m pregnant,” She quickly whispered, cutting him off.
“What?” he asked, having her repeat herself to make sure he heard her clearly.
“I’m pregnant, and it’s….it’s yours.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, no emotion evident in his voice, as he stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the door.
“Am I sure of what?” Callie asked angrily, almost growling her words at him.
“Both.”
She knew which question he was really asking, and that infuriated her to no end. She was three seconds from kicking his pretty boy ass, and ask Meredith, there were times where Callie could release her inner cage fighter.
“Fuck you, Mark,” she fired at him, pushing past him and exiting the room.
The tears were swimming in the ortho resident’s eye and began to steadily overflow when she felt two arms pull her into an embrace from behind her. Her cries grew into sobs and she clung to the body of her holder. Mark came out of the room and received a hateful glare from the icy blue eyes of Erica Hahn over Callie’s shaking shoulder. His face stayed stone hard as he walked past them without ever looking back. Erica pushed Callie into the on-call room that she just stormed out of.
“Baby, what happened?” the blonde asked as she pushed the wet dark hair from Callie’s face.
All Callie could do was shake her head as she pulled at Erica, silently telling her that she needed this contact with her. Erica slowly moved her hand in a circular motion against Callie’s back, in effort to soothe her. She used her other hand to flip the lock on the door and she grabbed Callie’s hand, pulling her toward the bed. The heart surgeon sat down and slid all the way back with her back to the wall and her feet dangling off the edge. She motioned for the brunette to sit next to her and before she knew it, Callie was formed to her side with her head on her chest. After a few minutes of silence, Callie finally spoke, “He asked if I was sure he was the father.”
Erica was stunned and instinctively rubbed her hand up and down Callie’s tanned arm in silent support. Sure she hated Sloan just as much as the next person, but she never thought of him as a complete ass in a situation like this.
“He thinks I’m a whore, and he doesn’t even care that I’m carrying his child.”
“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. Maybe he just needs more time to adjust to the idea that he has a child on the way,” Erica told her, seeing the brunette shake her head in response.
“I don’t think so,” Callie started, “When Addison told him she was pregnant, he instantly bought baby clothes and became father of the year. Granted we are not together but he is just as responsible for this as I am, and should show some sort of fucking emotion!”
The tears started again and Erica kissed her temple, hoping that it would somehow help the person she loved try and get through this hard time. Sure this was hard for her; this was her girlfriend having a baby, which because it wasn’t humanly possible without some help….wasn’t hers, but this wasn’t about her. This is about how she had to be strong and be able to pick up the broken pieces of the one in her arms or the raven haired beauty may not survive.
Callie’s voice interrupted her thoughts and caused her to jump a little at the break of silence. “I’m going to tell the Chief that I don’t feel good and go home. I can’t focus right now and I can’t risk my career at the moment.” “Sorry,” she whispered, referring to the leap that Erica made when she started.
“It’s okay,” the blonde said as she brought her voice down to the level Callie was just using. “And yes, no career ending right now, you have enough to deal with.” Erica got up off the bed and held out a hand, silently telling Callie to take it. The brunette answered, threading her fingers through the ivory ones and she pulled herself up and into Erica’s embrace once again. Erica planted a chaste kiss on Callie’s lips and stared straight into her wounded soul. “Do you want me to go home with you?”
Callie felt her heart flutter at the fact that Erica would leave something she loved almost as much as life itself to be with her during this shitty time, but she knew that she needed to sort her thoughts out on her own. “No that’s ok, I need to spend some time alone and think” Callie kissed her once more. “Thank you though.”
Erica gave her a slight sad smile, “Ok, I’ll see you at home.”
The brunette just nodded before exiting the room once again.
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Erica opened the door to reveal a silent house. Usually Callie stayed up to ask how her day was before they both headed to bed. Although the heart surgeon was disappointed, she knew that Callie had an overly stressful day, so she let feeling smolder. She hung her coat by the door, slipped off her shoes, and dropped her purse before tip-toeing her way upstairs. Upon reaching the bedroom, she found Callie sound asleep on the bed, shivering at the fan that was blowing directly on her and her face sported the red, puffy, tear stained look. Seeing Callie like this nearly tore the heart surgeon’s own heart to shreds. Erica quickly pulled off her bra and exchanged her jeans for green plaid boxer shorts from Callie’s drawer. She accidentally caused Callie to wake from her slumber by trying to get the covers out from under her, but she was asleep in second upon success. The blonde slid into the other side, pulled the comforter over both of them, and snaked her arm around Callie’s waist. She felt Callie sink into her and mumble “I love you” before flipping to her left side, facing Erica.
“I love you too,” she whispered as she kissed her forehead, and soon fell into a quite slumber.
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For the second day in a row they walked into the doors of Seattle Grace hand-in-hand before parting ways. Callie was determined to focus on the job she loved as it would help push her current thoughts to the back of her mind, even if it was just a day, it would be a break. She got to her locker and upon opening it she saw a neatly folded white note sitting at the bottom of it. Grabbing it, her mind thought of a thousand things it could be. She unfolded the piece of paper, her expression falling when her eyes began to read the words.
I quit today and am heading back to
New York. Mail the papers that deal
with the rights.
Callie saw out of the corner of her eye that Mark was half undressed and she proceeded to watch him process the difference of this trip than those they usually took as he redressed. It pissed her off slightly. How dare Mark think that she would have sex with him when he clearly knew that she was with Erica; she wasn’t George for God’s sake. Okay, so maybe she did try the seduction act to get him here, but that was all she could think of to get his undivided attention without screaming her news to him in front of everyone. She could feel his eyes on her, expecting something, and it almost made her feel dirty as she realized what she had become to him. She unconsciously licked her lips and tried to swallow the lump that was forming in the back of her throat.
“Mark the reason I brought you here,” that sounded stupid and way too formal, she thought to herself. “Okay, the truth is…”
“Callie, just say-
“I’m pregnant,” She quickly whispered, cutting him off.
“What?” he asked, having her repeat herself to make sure he heard her clearly.
“I’m pregnant, and it’s….it’s yours.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, no emotion evident in his voice, as he stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the door.
“Am I sure of what?” Callie asked angrily, almost growling her words at him.
“Both.”
She knew which question he was really asking, and that infuriated her to no end. She was three seconds from kicking his pretty boy ass, and ask Meredith, there were times where Callie could release her inner cage fighter.
“Fuck you, Mark,” she fired at him, pushing past him and exiting the room.
The tears were swimming in the ortho resident’s eye and began to steadily overflow when she felt two arms pull her into an embrace from behind her. Her cries grew into sobs and she clung to the body of her holder. Mark came out of the room and received a hateful glare from the icy blue eyes of Erica Hahn over Callie’s shaking shoulder. His face stayed stone hard as he walked past them without ever looking back. Erica pushed Callie into the on-call room that she just stormed out of.
“Baby, what happened?” the blonde asked as she pushed the wet dark hair from Callie’s face.
All Callie could do was shake her head as she pulled at Erica, silently telling her that she needed this contact with her. Erica slowly moved her hand in a circular motion against Callie’s back, in effort to soothe her. She used her other hand to flip the lock on the door and she grabbed Callie’s hand, pulling her toward the bed. The heart surgeon sat down and slid all the way back with her back to the wall and her feet dangling off the edge. She motioned for the brunette to sit next to her and before she knew it, Callie was formed to her side with her head on her chest. After a few minutes of silence, Callie finally spoke, “He asked if I was sure he was the father.”
Erica was stunned and instinctively rubbed her hand up and down Callie’s tanned arm in silent support. Sure she hated Sloan just as much as the next person, but she never thought of him as a complete ass in a situation like this.
“He thinks I’m a whore, and he doesn’t even care that I’m carrying his child.”
“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. Maybe he just needs more time to adjust to the idea that he has a child on the way,” Erica told her, seeing the brunette shake her head in response.
“I don’t think so,” Callie started, “When Addison told him she was pregnant, he instantly bought baby clothes and became father of the year. Granted we are not together but he is just as responsible for this as I am, and should show some sort of fucking emotion!”
The tears started again and Erica kissed her temple, hoping that it would somehow help the person she loved try and get through this hard time. Sure this was hard for her; this was her girlfriend having a baby, which because it wasn’t humanly possible without some help….wasn’t hers, but this wasn’t about her. This is about how she had to be strong and be able to pick up the broken pieces of the one in her arms or the raven haired beauty may not survive.
Callie’s voice interrupted her thoughts and caused her to jump a little at the break of silence. “I’m going to tell the Chief that I don’t feel good and go home. I can’t focus right now and I can’t risk my career at the moment.” “Sorry,” she whispered, referring to the leap that Erica made when she started.
“It’s okay,” the blonde said as she brought her voice down to the level Callie was just using. “And yes, no career ending right now, you have enough to deal with.” Erica got up off the bed and held out a hand, silently telling Callie to take it. The brunette answered, threading her fingers through the ivory ones and she pulled herself up and into Erica’s embrace once again. Erica planted a chaste kiss on Callie’s lips and stared straight into her wounded soul. “Do you want me to go home with you?”
Callie felt her heart flutter at the fact that Erica would leave something she loved almost as much as life itself to be with her during this shitty time, but she knew that she needed to sort her thoughts out on her own. “No that’s ok, I need to spend some time alone and think” Callie kissed her once more. “Thank you though.”
Erica gave her a slight sad smile, “Ok, I’ll see you at home.”
The brunette just nodded before exiting the room once again.
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Erica opened the door to reveal a silent house. Usually Callie stayed up to ask how her day was before they both headed to bed. Although the heart surgeon was disappointed, she knew that Callie had an overly stressful day, so she let feeling smolder. She hung her coat by the door, slipped off her shoes, and dropped her purse before tip-toeing her way upstairs. Upon reaching the bedroom, she found Callie sound asleep on the bed, shivering at the fan that was blowing directly on her and her face sported the red, puffy, tear stained look. Seeing Callie like this nearly tore the heart surgeon’s own heart to shreds. Erica quickly pulled off her bra and exchanged her jeans for green plaid boxer shorts from Callie’s drawer. She accidentally caused Callie to wake from her slumber by trying to get the covers out from under her, but she was asleep in second upon success. The blonde slid into the other side, pulled the comforter over both of them, and snaked her arm around Callie’s waist. She felt Callie sink into her and mumble “I love you” before flipping to her left side, facing Erica.
“I love you too,” she whispered as she kissed her forehead, and soon fell into a quite slumber.
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For the second day in a row they walked into the doors of Seattle Grace hand-in-hand before parting ways. Callie was determined to focus on the job she loved as it would help push her current thoughts to the back of her mind, even if it was just a day, it would be a break. She got to her locker and upon opening it she saw a neatly folded white note sitting at the bottom of it. Grabbing it, her mind thought of a thousand things it could be. She unfolded the piece of paper, her expression falling when her eyes began to read the words.
I quit today and am heading back to
New York. Mail the papers that deal
with the rights.