Fanfic: Puzzle Pieces 5/?
Puzzle Pieces: Chapter 5/?
Rating: PG
Synopsis: Calzona's Anatomy -- Can our ladies figure out how to finally make their pieces fit?
Addendum: I like playing with the other characters. But I make no promises to protect their ships.
Seattle woke to an overcast morning spitting rain, and so Callie ordered Tweedledee and Tweedledum (Ducks 1 and 2) to prepare more Plaster of Paris bandages in anticipation of the barrage of breaks to come while lamenting her temporary loss of DeLuca. He already knew exactly how she liked her casting bandages.
She was in the process of rooting around in the back of the supply closet for additional supplies, making a mental note to order more bandages, when the door clicked open and Owen and Amelia entered.
“So, I’ve got forty-five minutes before my next surgery,” Amelia shared with Owen. “That should be just enough time…”
Callie could hear the sounds of kissing and clothes rustling and was just about to make her presence known when Owen stopped Amelia’s amorous pursuit.
“I can’t,” Owen told Amelia.
Amelia snorted, “You could last week.”
“I know. And I’m sorry about that. Truly. I really like you Amelia.”
“I like you too, so…”
“I’m turning in my resignation,” Owen shared.
Amelia was completely thrown. “Excuse me? Wait, are you going back?”
“Not to Jordan, no. I’m going to Switzerland,” Owen replied. And Callie cringed in the back of the closet as she did her best to hold her breath and make herself invisible.
“Excuse me?”
“She’s my family,” Owen replied simply. “I thought I had let her go. I tried. But I think I was fooling myself. If I’ve learned anything this past year it’s that life is short. And I don’t need children, but I do need Cristina.”
Callie winced in sympathy, but Amelia just set her jaw as she contemplated Owen.
“I know I should be happy for you and wish you well and all that. You’ll forgive me if I’m not quite feeling it after having had your dick in me just three days ago.”
“Amelia…”
“I think you’ve said all you need to say.” Amelia replied and Owen sighed and nodded and left the closet.
Amelia bent down to pick up the scrub top she’d tossed off and caught sight of Callie’s sneakers.
“I bet that wasn’t the show you were expecting,” Amelia called out to whomever was sharing the closet with her.
Callie sighed and revealed herself, “I’m sorry.”
“Hey, it’s fine. I am fine…although I’d be finer if I’d gotten the orgasm I was expecting. I don’t suppose you’d like to help a girl out?”
Amelia tossed Callie a cocky smile. She hadn’t bothered to put her scrub top back on so Callie had an impressive view and wasn’t at all shy about enjoying it.
Callie grinned as she strutted over to Amelia who blinked slightly at getting a full dose of sexy Callie and wondered briefly how she was going to either gracefully exit or explain herself to Arizona.
Then the door to the closet flung open and an oblivious April walked in…and caught sight of a half-naked Amelia and Callie and immediately spun around on her heels and covered her eyes.
“I didn’t see anything,” She shouted, back to them and hand over her eyes, “I just need to get a retractor,” she added.
Amelia and Callie shared an amused look and Callie grabbed a retractor from one of the bins and handed it over to April who glanced down.
“I actually need the Deaver retractor,” April added.
Callie went back, found the Deaver retractor and handed it over to April.
“Thanks. Bye.” April made a hasty exit and ran smack into Arizona who was clearly heading directly for the supply closet and whatever Callie and Amelia were or were not doing.
“Hey, Arizona,” April loudly projected, “do you need something from the supply closet?”
As Arizona gave April a funny look and started to reach for the handle, April shifted slightly and blocked her path, leaning oh so casually against the door.
“I was just in there. Got myself the Deaver Retractor,” April held it up to demonstrate and continued to babble, “I’d be happy to go back in, get you whatever you…”
April was pushed forward as the closet door opened and Amelia stepped into the hallway.
“Hey,” She nodded politely to Arizona who nodded back and continued on her way and April breathed a sigh of relief and moved out of Arizona’s way.
Callie had finally collected a box full of her casting supplies and was heading out of the closet when Arizona entered and both froze, just inches apart.
Callie felt guilty, as if she’d almost been caught doing something she hadn’t been doing while Arizona’s brain processed the weird series of events.
“Hey,” Callie offered. Awkwardly. And held up her box. “I was just…” she showed Arizona her box of casting bandages.
“Right. It’s raining,” Arizona smiled warmly and Callie felt the warmth fill her up. How many times had she told Arizona not to wait up for her during a big storm because she knew she’d be spending the evening setting bones?
Callie smiled back at Arizona, awash in the sense of security in the familiar, of being known without needing to do more than proffer the contents of a box of bandages.
They stood there smiling at each other for a half second too long until Arizona broke eye contact to motion her need to fully enter the room to get her own supplies and the spell was broken.
“Of course, I need to,” Callie said, suddenly embarrassed by her reaction and she brushed past Arizona and grabbed the door to go. They were over. They were so, so over.
“Oh Callie, wait,” Arizona said. And Callie’s heart stopped.
“Yes?” Callie asked, as she turned slightly back towards Arizona, relieved her voice sounded mostly normal, just vaguely curious as to what Arizona might want even though her heart was pounding in sudden anticipation.
“I spoke with Jackson this morning. He said he could meet with us about our project before the board meeting. If that works for you?” Arizona asked all cheerful and normal and completely oblivious to the thoughts that had been flooding Callie’s brain.
“I can’t,” Callie blurted.
“Oh, okay. Maybe after then?” Arizona smiled brightly, dimples popping and eyes twinkling and Callie felt a surge of red-hot anger try to take over and she turned away from Arizona to gather herself. Clenching the door handle she took a deep breath and forced it out, and then had to hold back tears that threatened to follow.
It wasn’t Arizona’s fault that she was completely at ease with the idea of working together and didn’t have a jealous bone in her body where Callie was concerned. They were divorced. That was partly WHY they were divorced.
“I’ve been thinking,” Callie began and slowly turned back around to face Arizona, “And I’m not sure it’s a good idea. Us. Working together.” Callie finally made eye contact again only to watch the sparkly twinkle in Arizona’s eyes shutter and her smile drop.
“Is working with me that much of a hardship for you?” Arjzona asked.
Callie shrugged. “I’m not like you Arizona. I can’t compartmentalize my feelings into all of these separate boxes and go merrily about my day. I’m sorry,” she added as she turned back around and walked away, leaving a devastated Arizona in her wake.
Rating: PG
Synopsis: Calzona's Anatomy -- Can our ladies figure out how to finally make their pieces fit?
Addendum: I like playing with the other characters. But I make no promises to protect their ships.
Seattle woke to an overcast morning spitting rain, and so Callie ordered Tweedledee and Tweedledum (Ducks 1 and 2) to prepare more Plaster of Paris bandages in anticipation of the barrage of breaks to come while lamenting her temporary loss of DeLuca. He already knew exactly how she liked her casting bandages.
She was in the process of rooting around in the back of the supply closet for additional supplies, making a mental note to order more bandages, when the door clicked open and Owen and Amelia entered.
“So, I’ve got forty-five minutes before my next surgery,” Amelia shared with Owen. “That should be just enough time…”
Callie could hear the sounds of kissing and clothes rustling and was just about to make her presence known when Owen stopped Amelia’s amorous pursuit.
“I can’t,” Owen told Amelia.
Amelia snorted, “You could last week.”
“I know. And I’m sorry about that. Truly. I really like you Amelia.”
“I like you too, so…”
“I’m turning in my resignation,” Owen shared.
Amelia was completely thrown. “Excuse me? Wait, are you going back?”
“Not to Jordan, no. I’m going to Switzerland,” Owen replied. And Callie cringed in the back of the closet as she did her best to hold her breath and make herself invisible.
“Excuse me?”
“She’s my family,” Owen replied simply. “I thought I had let her go. I tried. But I think I was fooling myself. If I’ve learned anything this past year it’s that life is short. And I don’t need children, but I do need Cristina.”
Callie winced in sympathy, but Amelia just set her jaw as she contemplated Owen.
“I know I should be happy for you and wish you well and all that. You’ll forgive me if I’m not quite feeling it after having had your dick in me just three days ago.”
“Amelia…”
“I think you’ve said all you need to say.” Amelia replied and Owen sighed and nodded and left the closet.
Amelia bent down to pick up the scrub top she’d tossed off and caught sight of Callie’s sneakers.
“I bet that wasn’t the show you were expecting,” Amelia called out to whomever was sharing the closet with her.
Callie sighed and revealed herself, “I’m sorry.”
“Hey, it’s fine. I am fine…although I’d be finer if I’d gotten the orgasm I was expecting. I don’t suppose you’d like to help a girl out?”
Amelia tossed Callie a cocky smile. She hadn’t bothered to put her scrub top back on so Callie had an impressive view and wasn’t at all shy about enjoying it.
Callie grinned as she strutted over to Amelia who blinked slightly at getting a full dose of sexy Callie and wondered briefly how she was going to either gracefully exit or explain herself to Arizona.
Then the door to the closet flung open and an oblivious April walked in…and caught sight of a half-naked Amelia and Callie and immediately spun around on her heels and covered her eyes.
“I didn’t see anything,” She shouted, back to them and hand over her eyes, “I just need to get a retractor,” she added.
Amelia and Callie shared an amused look and Callie grabbed a retractor from one of the bins and handed it over to April who glanced down.
“I actually need the Deaver retractor,” April added.
Callie went back, found the Deaver retractor and handed it over to April.
“Thanks. Bye.” April made a hasty exit and ran smack into Arizona who was clearly heading directly for the supply closet and whatever Callie and Amelia were or were not doing.
“Hey, Arizona,” April loudly projected, “do you need something from the supply closet?”
As Arizona gave April a funny look and started to reach for the handle, April shifted slightly and blocked her path, leaning oh so casually against the door.
“I was just in there. Got myself the Deaver Retractor,” April held it up to demonstrate and continued to babble, “I’d be happy to go back in, get you whatever you…”
April was pushed forward as the closet door opened and Amelia stepped into the hallway.
“Hey,” She nodded politely to Arizona who nodded back and continued on her way and April breathed a sigh of relief and moved out of Arizona’s way.
Callie had finally collected a box full of her casting supplies and was heading out of the closet when Arizona entered and both froze, just inches apart.
Callie felt guilty, as if she’d almost been caught doing something she hadn’t been doing while Arizona’s brain processed the weird series of events.
“Hey,” Callie offered. Awkwardly. And held up her box. “I was just…” she showed Arizona her box of casting bandages.
“Right. It’s raining,” Arizona smiled warmly and Callie felt the warmth fill her up. How many times had she told Arizona not to wait up for her during a big storm because she knew she’d be spending the evening setting bones?
Callie smiled back at Arizona, awash in the sense of security in the familiar, of being known without needing to do more than proffer the contents of a box of bandages.
They stood there smiling at each other for a half second too long until Arizona broke eye contact to motion her need to fully enter the room to get her own supplies and the spell was broken.
“Of course, I need to,” Callie said, suddenly embarrassed by her reaction and she brushed past Arizona and grabbed the door to go. They were over. They were so, so over.
“Oh Callie, wait,” Arizona said. And Callie’s heart stopped.
“Yes?” Callie asked, as she turned slightly back towards Arizona, relieved her voice sounded mostly normal, just vaguely curious as to what Arizona might want even though her heart was pounding in sudden anticipation.
“I spoke with Jackson this morning. He said he could meet with us about our project before the board meeting. If that works for you?” Arizona asked all cheerful and normal and completely oblivious to the thoughts that had been flooding Callie’s brain.
“I can’t,” Callie blurted.
“Oh, okay. Maybe after then?” Arizona smiled brightly, dimples popping and eyes twinkling and Callie felt a surge of red-hot anger try to take over and she turned away from Arizona to gather herself. Clenching the door handle she took a deep breath and forced it out, and then had to hold back tears that threatened to follow.
It wasn’t Arizona’s fault that she was completely at ease with the idea of working together and didn’t have a jealous bone in her body where Callie was concerned. They were divorced. That was partly WHY they were divorced.
“I’ve been thinking,” Callie began and slowly turned back around to face Arizona, “And I’m not sure it’s a good idea. Us. Working together.” Callie finally made eye contact again only to watch the sparkly twinkle in Arizona’s eyes shutter and her smile drop.
“Is working with me that much of a hardship for you?” Arjzona asked.
Callie shrugged. “I’m not like you Arizona. I can’t compartmentalize my feelings into all of these separate boxes and go merrily about my day. I’m sorry,” she added as she turned back around and walked away, leaving a devastated Arizona in her wake.