Love today (2/?)
Title: Love Today (2/?)
Author: Boldpapermate
Pairing: Callie/Hahn, Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Insert Hahn. Dun-dun-duuuuuuuuun :D
Disclaimer: All the characters are property of ABC and Shonda. I own nothing, and no one. Although sometimes i wish i did
A/N: It's beta free. Please excuse all the mistakes.
Arizona wasn't really one to drink hard alcohol. She was that girl at parties who would watch from afar while quietly sipping her beer. She was the girl who got stuck driving home handfuls of wasted teenagers, she was always the designated driver, never the party girl. It wasn't just because hard liquor tasted like rubbing alcohol, or the fact that it burned, or even because she wasn't 'hardcore' enough. It was because Arizona had expectations of herself, and when you get wasted you tend to lose whatever grip on reality or morals you have, and you just end up getting up to shenanigans. That's right, she said shenanigans!
She wasn't planning on changing her rules because of some pretty girl. No matter how pretty she was, or how good she smelled, or how long her legs were...the point was that Arizona had rules, and she needed to get a hold of herself before she broke all of them. She pushed the button for the elevator again, how long did this damn thing take? She had told Callie she'd meet her in the lobby at 7, and it was now 7:05! That would give a super bad impression, and that's not what she wanted.
"Finally," Arizona whispered as the doors slid open.
The rest of her day had gone relatively well. After spending 32 very long, panic filled minutes with Callie at lunch, she was now able to pinpoint the cliques in the hospital. She also figured out why people loved on-call rooms so much, and in her personal opinion that was just wrong! Wrong and dirty, because people slept in those very same beds, that people were getting their freak on in. Also, she didn't appear to be hyperventilating at the thought of Callie anymore, which was more of a health necassity then it was anything else. Needless to say she never did get to eat her damn donut.
"Hey." Callie greeted her as she walked into the lobby. Arizona was just gonna take a guess here and say Callie's favorite color was black. After all Callie was dressed in black jeans, a black top, and some killer black boots. She wasn't even doing anything naughty, or anything that involved whip cream, she was just walking next to Arizona and yet she could still feel herself start to hyperventilate. Maybe she had spoke too soon, when she said she had gotten over it. How was this fair? She didn't get to eat her donuts, she spent most of her day recieving dirty looks from Cristina and her gloomy friend, as well as grins from Mark, and now she was the poster girl for panic attacks? Great.
What she needed to do was breathe, breathe and maybe try and forge a bit of a conversation considering she had been silent for a really long time, and the silence was starting to become a little bit awkward. She didn't need to pay attention to how tight Callie's jeans were, which in case anyone was wondering, they were really, really, tight. Like really tight. Like really.
"So," Callie began as the crossed the street outside the hospital, "how was the rest of your shift?"
Long. Long but interesting. But that doesn't matter because Callie smelled really good, and that's really all she could think about at the moment.
"You smell really good." Well that was creepy.
Callie chuckled as she turned to Arizona, "I do try ya know?"
"Because smelling bad isn't good." God, did she need a filter. Or breathe and actually have a decent, not creepy like conversation. She could do this, she took speech class in college. She could freaken do this.
"No, it isn't."
She was Arizona Robbins, she could totally say something smart and witty, and something that wouldn't make her seem like a complete weirdo.
"I don't understand why people complain about the rain here." Well, that was a start.
Callie smiled as she cocked her head to the side, "you actually like the rain?"
Arizona took a breath, and told herself quietly not to panic, "Yes. Once you get over the depressing quality's. I think the rain has some nice benefits."
Callie chuckled again, "I agree. That's the whole reason why I chose to come to Seattle instead of staying in Miami."
Callie had been in Miami? Arizona should have made a mental note on asking Callie how Miami was later, but all she could do was picture her in a bathing suit. Which sadly enough, only increased her heart rate. Good thing they had finally arrived at their destination, that way she wouldn't have accidentally said something else that would have further embarassed her.
Joe's looked like every other bar somebody could imagine. Except this bar was filled with tons of doctors from Seattle Grace. Seriously, didn't these people have lives? Did they really spend their free time in a bar across from a hospital they basically live in? Arizona wasn't really one to speak, she was going all hyper aware over a straight girl.
"Arizona, I'd like you to meet my...uh. My Hahn. Erica. Erica Hahn."
Arizona frowned as she looked at the blonde sitting at the bar. She was slightly over dressed for the bar atmosphere, and even though she was smiling at her, Arizonas had this faint feeling that the smile wasn't really geniune. Plus, she just looked mean. Hahn...where had she heard that name before?
"It's a pleasure to meet you Arizona. Callie hear couldn't stop talking about you. Unfortunately." Erica said as she sipped some of her wine. Was Erica blatantly being rude to her? Naw. Arizona thought as she shook her head. People weren't mean to her, she was adorable. There was no need for rudeness, just like their was no need for lima beans. It was just unneccesary.
"It's nice to meet you too Erica. Unfortunately I've never heard anything about you, but then again I am new, and the only things I seem to hear about are people doing explicit things in on-call rooms." Really, after she connected the dots, that was really all people talked about.
Erica raised her eyebrow as Callie chuckled, "Well. I have to agree with you on that one. Did you want anything to drink?" Arizona slid on to the stool remembering her rule not to get wasted and make a fool of herself. She was already doing a good enough job of that while sober.
"Uh, no. I don't drink."
Erica frowned as Callie's smile faltered. Oh, maybe that sort of took the meaning out of going for drinks after work.
"Really? Do you just prefer not too or are you just trying to make a good first impression?" Erica asked before taking another sip of wine.
"Erica." Callie warned as Arizona sat dumbfounded.
Okay. She could blame the first insult on maybe a really bad day, or lack of sex that Erica was probably getting, but seriously? Arizona was not as dumb as she looked. Not that she looked dumb...but whatever! She would not sit here and let some woman insult her just because she was...well cause she was mean!
"If you'll excuse me, I need to go to the restroom." Erica said as she slid off her stool, and walked towards what Arizona assumed was indeed the restroom, Callie shot her an apologetic look before quickly following Erica. Well that was a strange and awkward experiance, not only that but now Arizona was forced to sit by herself as she patiently waited for them to come back. Maybe this place had some donuts she could eat. What? She had a strong craving for sweets!
Arizona scanned the bar looking for a hidden donut, or anything sweet when she spotted cherries. Well that would just have to do until she could stop at some gas station, and stock up. Just as she was about to stand up and grab them, a very loud, and very drunk Mark walked up beside her.
"Don't worry beautiful lady. I'm here now, which means you will no longer have to sit by yourself." Mark grinned to himself as he tried to sit down, not once, but twice before finally sitting on the stool. He was nice, but he was definately not her type considering he...well had a penis.
"Um," Arizona began as she looked around trying to find Callie, or even Erica, "actually I'm not alone. I'm here with Callie and...Erica." Even if Erica didn't seem to like her, she'd take Erica over a drunken Mark. Not that she didn't like him, it's just she really wanted those cherries, and Mark happened to be the one preventing her from her sugar filled snack, as well of as mental images involving Callie and cherries. What? She said she was adorable, not celebit. She had needs too.
"Ah. I bet I know what their up to." Arizona froze, it wasn't so much what he said that bugged her, it was the way he said it. Like there was a big secret that only he knew about. No longer worried about her cherries, Arizona focused all her attention the man sitting next to her.
"What do you mean Mark?"
Mark grinned like he had just won some kind of prize and leaned in close to Arizona. Normally she didn't allow men to be this close to her, but then again normally men didn't have a really hot friend who she a had a slight...okay huge secret crush on.
"See. Im not juss a man-whore, I know...I know stufff." Mark slurred slightly as he pointed to his head and smiled. Apparently Callie wasn't the only one who liked the phrase man-whore.
"Ya see blondie, Hahn an' Torres are likes uh...likes a thing." Mark had both his hands out towards Arizona and then smacked them together as if to make his point. A thing? His kind of thing, or her kind of thing? Wait. That didn't sound right, was he talking about...no. He couldn't be.
"Do you mean their together Mark?" Mark giggled after Arizona asked her question and started nodding his head quickly. He giggled, a grown man giggled. Their was something deeply unsettling about that. But on another note Arizona felt her panic slide away and felt her heart drop slightly as realization hit her.
Hahn. As in Dr. Hahn, the amazing cardio surgeon who had a reputation for being very rude as well as disliking Cristina (Arizona really couldn't blame her for that). Word around the hospital was her and some mystery doctor were having a lesbian, oh. Crap. That was Callie. Callie and Erica? The nice girl and the mean girl? Really?! She totally hadn't seen that one coming, and she was good at predicting things. She predicted that Miley Cyrus would grow up to be a slight...well ya know, slut, for lack of a better word, and look what happened there!
"Their fightin'. Bout. You." Mark whispered as he pointed a finger at Arizona. Her? What the heck did she do? She was adorable, and she worked with children. No one could hate her.
"Why?"
"Whoops. Gotta go. Ladies are calling me." Mark said as he slid off the stool totally avoiding Arizona's question, he looked at her and gave her a wink before strutting across the bar to some nurse who had been eyeing him all night. Ugh, one day and she was already in the mist off all this stinking drama.
"Sorry about Erica." Callie said startling Arizona. Knowing that Callie and Erica were an item, made her feel even more like a stalker, as well as making her feel a bit inadequate. She heard the stories about Erica, she was an amazing surgeon.
"Oh, it's okay. Tough day?" In a difficult situation, the best reaction was not to panic, but to be an idiot. An oblivious idiot.
"Not exactly." Callie sighed slipping into the stool, "Erica isn't really one for making new friends. She thinks people don't understand her, but i talked to her about it, and she's okay now. Well better anyway." Callie looked so sad, that all Arizona could do was not question her. Maybe Callie was gay, or maybe not, either way she needed to put her silly crush aside and be friends, because it looked like either way, they both needed some friends.
Erica walked back up to her seat and sat down, ordering another glass of wine before giving an apologetic smile to Arizona. "I'm really sorry, ive had a bad day, you know how those go."
"Yeah. I understand." No she didn't, "I sometimes feel the same way." No she doesn't, "Ive taken out anger on others too." No she hasn't. But when the face of doubt, all you can do is lie.
Erica smiled and stared over at Callie, who smiled back. Tonight was going to be a long night, maybe she should drink.
"I'll take a Vodka and tonic." Arizona said to Joe, causing Erica and Callie to look at her with questioning glances. Sometimes rules were meant to be broken. And sometimes so were relationships. No, wait. That was an inappropriate thought. She'd have to work on that if she was planning on JUST being Callie's friend.
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Overall the night wasn't a total waste, after a few drinks on Ericas part, and more then a few on Arizona's, Erica no longer seemed so bad, and the night turned out to be quite fun. They played darts, to which Arizona accidently threw one at Cristina, accidently of course. They sang karaoke, even though there was no karaoke machine, and they danced, which if Arizona must say Callie is very good at doing. She was good at doing sexy moves while all Arizona could muster was a mean cabbage patch.
Arizona finally decided that it was about time she went home, on account she had to get up early in the morning. She went to pay for the tab when Callie nudged her aside and took out her wallet. Erica was busy singing the blues to Callie, when she dropped her wallet. On instinct Arizona went to reach for it, and while picking it up noticed Callie's driver license on the outside. She quietly handed Callie back her wallet, and watched her pay before they all went outside to wait for their cabs together.
It wasn't until Arizona was in the safety of her very silent home, and very warm blankets that she even dared say aloud what she had saw earlier. She didn't want to ask Callie about it, because she guessed that she hadn't told anyone, even though Arizona couldn't understand why, it was a beautiful name. She took time to whisper it once more aloud before she closed her eyes and willed herself to sleep.
"Calliope."
Author: Boldpapermate
Pairing: Callie/Hahn, Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Insert Hahn. Dun-dun-duuuuuuuuun :D
Disclaimer: All the characters are property of ABC and Shonda. I own nothing, and no one. Although sometimes i wish i did
A/N: It's beta free. Please excuse all the mistakes.
Arizona wasn't really one to drink hard alcohol. She was that girl at parties who would watch from afar while quietly sipping her beer. She was the girl who got stuck driving home handfuls of wasted teenagers, she was always the designated driver, never the party girl. It wasn't just because hard liquor tasted like rubbing alcohol, or the fact that it burned, or even because she wasn't 'hardcore' enough. It was because Arizona had expectations of herself, and when you get wasted you tend to lose whatever grip on reality or morals you have, and you just end up getting up to shenanigans. That's right, she said shenanigans!
She wasn't planning on changing her rules because of some pretty girl. No matter how pretty she was, or how good she smelled, or how long her legs were...the point was that Arizona had rules, and she needed to get a hold of herself before she broke all of them. She pushed the button for the elevator again, how long did this damn thing take? She had told Callie she'd meet her in the lobby at 7, and it was now 7:05! That would give a super bad impression, and that's not what she wanted.
"Finally," Arizona whispered as the doors slid open.
The rest of her day had gone relatively well. After spending 32 very long, panic filled minutes with Callie at lunch, she was now able to pinpoint the cliques in the hospital. She also figured out why people loved on-call rooms so much, and in her personal opinion that was just wrong! Wrong and dirty, because people slept in those very same beds, that people were getting their freak on in. Also, she didn't appear to be hyperventilating at the thought of Callie anymore, which was more of a health necassity then it was anything else. Needless to say she never did get to eat her damn donut.
"Hey." Callie greeted her as she walked into the lobby. Arizona was just gonna take a guess here and say Callie's favorite color was black. After all Callie was dressed in black jeans, a black top, and some killer black boots. She wasn't even doing anything naughty, or anything that involved whip cream, she was just walking next to Arizona and yet she could still feel herself start to hyperventilate. Maybe she had spoke too soon, when she said she had gotten over it. How was this fair? She didn't get to eat her donuts, she spent most of her day recieving dirty looks from Cristina and her gloomy friend, as well as grins from Mark, and now she was the poster girl for panic attacks? Great.
What she needed to do was breathe, breathe and maybe try and forge a bit of a conversation considering she had been silent for a really long time, and the silence was starting to become a little bit awkward. She didn't need to pay attention to how tight Callie's jeans were, which in case anyone was wondering, they were really, really, tight. Like really tight. Like really.
"So," Callie began as the crossed the street outside the hospital, "how was the rest of your shift?"
Long. Long but interesting. But that doesn't matter because Callie smelled really good, and that's really all she could think about at the moment.
"You smell really good." Well that was creepy.
Callie chuckled as she turned to Arizona, "I do try ya know?"
"Because smelling bad isn't good." God, did she need a filter. Or breathe and actually have a decent, not creepy like conversation. She could do this, she took speech class in college. She could freaken do this.
"No, it isn't."
She was Arizona Robbins, she could totally say something smart and witty, and something that wouldn't make her seem like a complete weirdo.
"I don't understand why people complain about the rain here." Well, that was a start.
Callie smiled as she cocked her head to the side, "you actually like the rain?"
Arizona took a breath, and told herself quietly not to panic, "Yes. Once you get over the depressing quality's. I think the rain has some nice benefits."
Callie chuckled again, "I agree. That's the whole reason why I chose to come to Seattle instead of staying in Miami."
Callie had been in Miami? Arizona should have made a mental note on asking Callie how Miami was later, but all she could do was picture her in a bathing suit. Which sadly enough, only increased her heart rate. Good thing they had finally arrived at their destination, that way she wouldn't have accidentally said something else that would have further embarassed her.
Joe's looked like every other bar somebody could imagine. Except this bar was filled with tons of doctors from Seattle Grace. Seriously, didn't these people have lives? Did they really spend their free time in a bar across from a hospital they basically live in? Arizona wasn't really one to speak, she was going all hyper aware over a straight girl.
"Arizona, I'd like you to meet my...uh. My Hahn. Erica. Erica Hahn."
Arizona frowned as she looked at the blonde sitting at the bar. She was slightly over dressed for the bar atmosphere, and even though she was smiling at her, Arizonas had this faint feeling that the smile wasn't really geniune. Plus, she just looked mean. Hahn...where had she heard that name before?
"It's a pleasure to meet you Arizona. Callie hear couldn't stop talking about you. Unfortunately." Erica said as she sipped some of her wine. Was Erica blatantly being rude to her? Naw. Arizona thought as she shook her head. People weren't mean to her, she was adorable. There was no need for rudeness, just like their was no need for lima beans. It was just unneccesary.
"It's nice to meet you too Erica. Unfortunately I've never heard anything about you, but then again I am new, and the only things I seem to hear about are people doing explicit things in on-call rooms." Really, after she connected the dots, that was really all people talked about.
Erica raised her eyebrow as Callie chuckled, "Well. I have to agree with you on that one. Did you want anything to drink?" Arizona slid on to the stool remembering her rule not to get wasted and make a fool of herself. She was already doing a good enough job of that while sober.
"Uh, no. I don't drink."
Erica frowned as Callie's smile faltered. Oh, maybe that sort of took the meaning out of going for drinks after work.
"Really? Do you just prefer not too or are you just trying to make a good first impression?" Erica asked before taking another sip of wine.
"Erica." Callie warned as Arizona sat dumbfounded.
Okay. She could blame the first insult on maybe a really bad day, or lack of sex that Erica was probably getting, but seriously? Arizona was not as dumb as she looked. Not that she looked dumb...but whatever! She would not sit here and let some woman insult her just because she was...well cause she was mean!
"If you'll excuse me, I need to go to the restroom." Erica said as she slid off her stool, and walked towards what Arizona assumed was indeed the restroom, Callie shot her an apologetic look before quickly following Erica. Well that was a strange and awkward experiance, not only that but now Arizona was forced to sit by herself as she patiently waited for them to come back. Maybe this place had some donuts she could eat. What? She had a strong craving for sweets!
Arizona scanned the bar looking for a hidden donut, or anything sweet when she spotted cherries. Well that would just have to do until she could stop at some gas station, and stock up. Just as she was about to stand up and grab them, a very loud, and very drunk Mark walked up beside her.
"Don't worry beautiful lady. I'm here now, which means you will no longer have to sit by yourself." Mark grinned to himself as he tried to sit down, not once, but twice before finally sitting on the stool. He was nice, but he was definately not her type considering he...well had a penis.
"Um," Arizona began as she looked around trying to find Callie, or even Erica, "actually I'm not alone. I'm here with Callie and...Erica." Even if Erica didn't seem to like her, she'd take Erica over a drunken Mark. Not that she didn't like him, it's just she really wanted those cherries, and Mark happened to be the one preventing her from her sugar filled snack, as well of as mental images involving Callie and cherries. What? She said she was adorable, not celebit. She had needs too.
"Ah. I bet I know what their up to." Arizona froze, it wasn't so much what he said that bugged her, it was the way he said it. Like there was a big secret that only he knew about. No longer worried about her cherries, Arizona focused all her attention the man sitting next to her.
"What do you mean Mark?"
Mark grinned like he had just won some kind of prize and leaned in close to Arizona. Normally she didn't allow men to be this close to her, but then again normally men didn't have a really hot friend who she a had a slight...okay huge secret crush on.
"See. Im not juss a man-whore, I know...I know stufff." Mark slurred slightly as he pointed to his head and smiled. Apparently Callie wasn't the only one who liked the phrase man-whore.
"Ya see blondie, Hahn an' Torres are likes uh...likes a thing." Mark had both his hands out towards Arizona and then smacked them together as if to make his point. A thing? His kind of thing, or her kind of thing? Wait. That didn't sound right, was he talking about...no. He couldn't be.
"Do you mean their together Mark?" Mark giggled after Arizona asked her question and started nodding his head quickly. He giggled, a grown man giggled. Their was something deeply unsettling about that. But on another note Arizona felt her panic slide away and felt her heart drop slightly as realization hit her.
Hahn. As in Dr. Hahn, the amazing cardio surgeon who had a reputation for being very rude as well as disliking Cristina (Arizona really couldn't blame her for that). Word around the hospital was her and some mystery doctor were having a lesbian, oh. Crap. That was Callie. Callie and Erica? The nice girl and the mean girl? Really?! She totally hadn't seen that one coming, and she was good at predicting things. She predicted that Miley Cyrus would grow up to be a slight...well ya know, slut, for lack of a better word, and look what happened there!
"Their fightin'. Bout. You." Mark whispered as he pointed a finger at Arizona. Her? What the heck did she do? She was adorable, and she worked with children. No one could hate her.
"Why?"
"Whoops. Gotta go. Ladies are calling me." Mark said as he slid off the stool totally avoiding Arizona's question, he looked at her and gave her a wink before strutting across the bar to some nurse who had been eyeing him all night. Ugh, one day and she was already in the mist off all this stinking drama.
"Sorry about Erica." Callie said startling Arizona. Knowing that Callie and Erica were an item, made her feel even more like a stalker, as well as making her feel a bit inadequate. She heard the stories about Erica, she was an amazing surgeon.
"Oh, it's okay. Tough day?" In a difficult situation, the best reaction was not to panic, but to be an idiot. An oblivious idiot.
"Not exactly." Callie sighed slipping into the stool, "Erica isn't really one for making new friends. She thinks people don't understand her, but i talked to her about it, and she's okay now. Well better anyway." Callie looked so sad, that all Arizona could do was not question her. Maybe Callie was gay, or maybe not, either way she needed to put her silly crush aside and be friends, because it looked like either way, they both needed some friends.
Erica walked back up to her seat and sat down, ordering another glass of wine before giving an apologetic smile to Arizona. "I'm really sorry, ive had a bad day, you know how those go."
"Yeah. I understand." No she didn't, "I sometimes feel the same way." No she doesn't, "Ive taken out anger on others too." No she hasn't. But when the face of doubt, all you can do is lie.
Erica smiled and stared over at Callie, who smiled back. Tonight was going to be a long night, maybe she should drink.
"I'll take a Vodka and tonic." Arizona said to Joe, causing Erica and Callie to look at her with questioning glances. Sometimes rules were meant to be broken. And sometimes so were relationships. No, wait. That was an inappropriate thought. She'd have to work on that if she was planning on JUST being Callie's friend.
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Overall the night wasn't a total waste, after a few drinks on Ericas part, and more then a few on Arizona's, Erica no longer seemed so bad, and the night turned out to be quite fun. They played darts, to which Arizona accidently threw one at Cristina, accidently of course. They sang karaoke, even though there was no karaoke machine, and they danced, which if Arizona must say Callie is very good at doing. She was good at doing sexy moves while all Arizona could muster was a mean cabbage patch.
Arizona finally decided that it was about time she went home, on account she had to get up early in the morning. She went to pay for the tab when Callie nudged her aside and took out her wallet. Erica was busy singing the blues to Callie, when she dropped her wallet. On instinct Arizona went to reach for it, and while picking it up noticed Callie's driver license on the outside. She quietly handed Callie back her wallet, and watched her pay before they all went outside to wait for their cabs together.
It wasn't until Arizona was in the safety of her very silent home, and very warm blankets that she even dared say aloud what she had saw earlier. She didn't want to ask Callie about it, because she guessed that she hadn't told anyone, even though Arizona couldn't understand why, it was a beautiful name. She took time to whisper it once more aloud before she closed her eyes and willed herself to sleep.
"Calliope."