Fic: Love today (6/?)
Title: Love today (6/?)
Author: Boldpapermate
Pairing: Callie/Hahn, Callie/Arizona
Rating: R (I think)
Summary: Thanksgiving-ness. Because im in a holiday kind of mood. Please read and review!
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
I keep promising Erica in the next chapter, and i do plan for her to be in it, but then it just doesn't fit. So hopefully this fit. You all ready for some angst? Haha. I couldn't decide if this should be a fluff, or angst filled chapter. So why not have both? It's written sort of differently for a reason. So please don't kill me.
Lexie
Lexie had understood the consequences she would have to face when she chose to do her internship at Seattle Grace. She knew there would be gossip, and she was even prepared for the side glances, glares, and Meredith's cold shoulder. What she hadn't been expecting was the hate that people had for her. People who didn't even know her. She didn't think she would be ignored and reduced to be acknowledged as Little Grey, because she was in fact a person, a person with feelings, and she shouldn't be judged by the actions of her father. Or because of what happened to Meredith. Did she think she would have been spending Thanksgiving alone? No. She hadn't been prepared for that, but on the account that everyone either hated her or thought she was weird, no one bothered to make plans with her.
The worst part about it all though is that when she had chosen Seattle Grace, she had done so because of Meredith, for Meredith. She had hoped that of all people, Meredith would understand the feeling of having a hole in your heart. But all that seemed to matter to her was that Lexie got their dad, which meant she got the happy childhood. But that wasn't true. There were things people didn't know, things she didn't understand about Lexie, or her childhood.
Growing up she had spent most of her time trying to please her father. But it didn't matter how many A's she got, or how many activities she joined, because her father was never satisfied. She thought that if she could just do better, just try harder, maybe he would be happy. Maybe he would love her. After her 11th birthday is when the drinking started. She had known that it was her fault, because she wasn't good enough, she wasn't the daughter that he wanted. The more she tried, the less friends she had, and the more alcohol her father consumed. Her mother didn't help either, she was hardly around, her mother was more focused on "bringing home the money" because in her family, money caused happiness. But money also caused forgotten birthdays, and holidays that Lexie had to spend sitting by the fireplace alone, or taking care of her passed out father. If it was true, then why wasn't she happy? Why did her father constantly forget about her? If money cause happiness, why did her father drink himself to the point every night that he would tell Lexie he had chosen the wrong daughter?
She had always been wrong. For everyone, for anything. No matter how hard she tried she just wasn't good enough. She thought Meredith would understand that, but she didn't. She focused on what she thought she knew about Lexie instead of talking to her. It was okay, Lexie was good at faking though. She was good at putting on a brave face and pretending that she didn't cry herself to sleep at night, because if she acknowledged it, it'd make it real. Until she had met Arizona.
Granted, Lexie wasn't exactly a fan of Ellen Degeneres, or hardware stores (lesbians liked those sort of things right?), so in retrospect sleeping with Arizona may not have been her smartest decision, but in Lexie's defense, she hadn't really expected it to go that far. She really didn't know she had that sort of confidence in her until she was shoving her hand in Arizona's pajama bottoms. Then again she also didn't think she'd enjoy it all that much, she loved men, so she figured that it was more to help Arizona not be so high-strung then anything. She wanted Arizona to win Callie, because Arizona was her first friend, and Arizona deserved happiness. Plus she really, really hated Erica. It wasn't until she was coming off her high, her body hanging on for dear life to Arizona, that she realized something had changed. Because the sex? Well it was really, really, really, good. Like cupcake good. Well actually better then cupcakes. So she had done it a second time, and a third, and practically twice a day for the past 2 weeks. She wasn't really sure what they were, her and Arizona, she didn't even think they were a thing, but when Lexie was with her, that hole in her heart became just a bit smaller.
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Erica
Erica didn't do holidays. She didn't do mushy feelings, romance, and crap. She wasn't one for teddy bears or cupcakes. No that was for children, or Little Grey...excuse her, Lexie. So she wasn't exactly thrilled about it almost being Thanksgiving, or at least she didn't used to be. Because this year something had changed, this year Erica planned on going all out with a romantic -and hopefully later naughty-things with Callie. It was the strangest thing because Erica was almost certain she was happy.
That hadn't happened to her in a long time, and she was positive that she owed it all to Callie. Erica was sure that it was love, because only love could make you feel like your walking on a cloud. Yes, she had just used the phrase walking on a cloud, that's how freaking happy she was these days. The only problem she seemed to be encountering was this Arizona woman. Who the hell names their child Arizona to begin with?
Anyway, Erica wasn't stupid. She saw the looks that Arizona would give Callie, and vice versa. But this was the happiest shed been in a long time so she just ignored them. She knew that the appropriate thing would to talk to Callie about it, but she was scared. The crazy thing about love is that once you have it, once you can feel it take up every fiber of your being, love isn't the scary thing anymore, losing it is.
So if this overly perky blonde headed Arizona girl wanted Callie, then she better be prepared to fight with her because Erica wasn't going down without a fight, and she wasn't opposed to fighting dirty. You do crazy things when your in love. She better be prepared to feel the wrath of Erica Hahn.
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Arizona
It had been two weeks since the doomed double date, and Arizona was in quite a pickle. She had known when it was happening that sleeping with Lexie wouldn't solve any problems, but probably instead cause more. In her defense, Arizona had really, really, really needed to get laid, and it had worked. Arizona was her usual peppy perky self, with the exception that she now had a bounce in her step. it was amazing what sex could do to one's mood. She had taken a page out of Mark's book and flirted shamelessly with Callie, well, it was more like Callie flirted shamelessly with her and she responded incoherently while she had mental images of a naked Callie. That was neither here nor there though.
Arizona didn't quite understand what to do, she liked Lexie, she really did, she was a great person and a great friend. Plus the sex was pretty amazing...it was just...Arizona wanted Callie. She had always wanted Callie, it had always been her, and no amount of earth shattering sex could change that. Seriously, it was that good. Anyway, her heart didn't beat for Lexie the way it did for Callie. Ever since that rotten double date, Lexie had been joining them at their regular lunch table. Arizona invited her for the plain reason that Lexie looked like she needed friends, the fact that she seemed to be bugging the hell out of Callie only made things better, and upped her chances on getting another dirty bathroom kiss.
She was rambling again, it was like her mind just couldn't stay in one place these days. What was she talking about? Oh yes, a pickle. She had a pickle because Thanksgiving was coming up, and Arizona absolutely loved the holidays and was coordinating a feast of sorts with Mark. Yeah, you heard her right. She said Mark. It was strange thinking of the man-whore as a friend, but he was indeed a good confidant, well if you took away all the inappropriate jokes and smug grins. Anywho, so here Arizona was standing on the offside of the cafeteria watching Lexie ramble to Callie as Callie looked like she was trying to withhold herself from stabbing a fork in Lexie's eye. Who should she invite? It was so hard being popular.
"What it be like blondie?" Mark asked as he walked up beside her. She still hated being called blondie, but it was fine for now.
"Im just thinking." She was, really, really hard. Mark glanced at her then back at the table.
"About what? Having a threesome?" God Mark was such a guy sometimes. She could almost hear the grin on his face.
"How my heart is a whore." It was true.
"Welcome to the club." Mark said as he raised his hand towards Arizona, like he was waiting for a high-five. Arizona just ignored him and looked back towards the table.
"What club?" If this hospital really had a club and she wasn't invited. She would be pissed.
"The whore club. Your newsletter will be arriving shortly along with your complimentary pack of condoms. We promote whoring, not un-safe sex." Arizona turned around and smacked Mark playfully on the arm. Sometimes he was just too much. But he was funny.
"I can't figure out which one to invite to the Thanksgiving shindig." Either the girl she was pretty much in love with, or the girl she was pretty much screwing on a daily basis. God life was difficult. this was almost as bad as that time she had to decide between donuts or coffee. What a horrible day that had been.
"Well that's easy. Invite both." Like it was that easy. If she did, chaos would ensue, and she was pretty sure Lexie might go home missing a limb. Callie did break bones after all.
"So that Lexie could have an early grave? I think not." She didn't want to be the cause of anyones death. Except maybe Cristina, but that chick kept giving her the evil eye.
"Look Robbins, I'll be there to help in case of a catfight. honestly, what do you have to lose besides your dignity? And that was already lost ages ago, so you shouldn't worry." Maybe she should be the cause of Mark's death too.
"Fine Man-whore, wish me luck." She was about to enter the lions den, she really needed all the luck she could get.
"You don't need luck blondie, because you got skills." Yeah, skills don't save you from angry women. this she learned a long time ago.
Arizona took a deep breath gathering up what little courage she had left and started walking towards Callie and Lexie. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad, they were all mature adults, with the exception of Mark. Things couldn't possibly be that bad.
"Hey Callie. Lexie." Arizona said as she approached the table. Callie shot Arizona a grin as Lexie smiled. It couldn't possibly be that bad.
"Hey Ari, you wanna sit down?" Oh crap. Lexie just called her Ari, Arizona watched the grin disappear from Callie's face only to be replaced by a frown.
"Oh, no, It's okay, I'd rather stand." She had a better chance of running away if she was already up.
"Cool. Great. Awesome." Callie said as she looked over to Lexie who was completely oblivious to the glares. Or maybe Lexie wasn't and she was just really good at faking.
"So I was thinking-"
"That's always a good sign." Lexie interuppted causing Arizona to smile, she really was quite funny when you got to know her.
"Isn't there any intern stuff you have to go do?" Callie asked as she looked angrily at Lexie. This wasn't good.
"Isn't there any resident stuff you have to go do?" Lexie responded. This really, really wasn't good.
"Arizona tell Lexie that this is our lunch table." Uuh. How about she just stand here and pretend she was invisible?
"Arizona, tell Callie that this lunch table doesn't have anyone's name on it and anybody is welcome to sit here." Has she turned invisible yet?
Callie stood up out of her chair and hovered over Lexie, "How about I put my name on it then?" God Callie was so pretty, and she had such nice hair and good hygeine, that was always a plus, and...wait! Focus Arizona. Focus!
"Id like to see you try. " Lexie responded as she stood up, it really didn't help, Callie still towered over her, which made Arizona compare Callie to a goddess. Yes, a goddess. Arizona's goddess.
"Guys! Seriously? I get that you don't like each other, but come on. I wanted to take the liberty to invite you both to this Thangsgiving dinner im having tomorrow with Mark. Why? Because your both my friends and I would very much like you there. So stop it." Please stop it. This was all giving Arizona a headache.
"I'll be there." Lexie said as she walked away, giving Arizona's arm a swift squeeze. Callie huffed and sat back down in her chair as Arizona slid into Lexie's now absent chair.
"So. Thanksgiving dinner huh?" Yessir. Hopefully she wouldn't be cooking though because if so, everyone might want to have 911 on speed dial.
"Yeah. People eat food there." Well, duh. She thought her nervousness had ended weeks ago. But apparently Callie still had the power over her to turn her into mush. Very pretty mush though!
"Haha. Your just adorable." Adorable? Hell. Yeah.
"Your...rad." Did her vocabulary disappear and get replaced by one from the 1980's? Callie leaned in so that her lips were by Arizona's ear. Don't have a heart attack. Don't have a heart attack. Don't have a heart attack. Don't have a heart attack.
"Rad huh? I just want to fold you up and stick you in my pocket sometimes, your that adorable." This qualifies as flirting right? Because Arizona wasn't going to go in to cardiac arrest for something that wasn't flirting!
"I think your adorable Calliope." Oh. Crap. She just said...damn. Callie pulled back and looked into Arizona eyes, a small smile gracing her lips.
"I like it when you call me Calliope." Arizona was willing to call her anything she wanted. No matter how dirty or inappropriate. Callie stood up and started to walk away before she stopped and turned back around to look at Arizona.
"I wouldn't miss tomorrow for the world." Callie continued walking out of the cafeteria as Arizona stared at her, her brain all jumbled.
Did she mention how much she loved the holidays?
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This will probably be the last update for the weekend. Until sometime next week. Let me know if you loved or hated it! Reviews are love. <3
Author: Boldpapermate
Pairing: Callie/Hahn, Callie/Arizona
Rating: R (I think)
Summary: Thanksgiving-ness. Because im in a holiday kind of mood. Please read and review!
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
I keep promising Erica in the next chapter, and i do plan for her to be in it, but then it just doesn't fit. So hopefully this fit. You all ready for some angst? Haha. I couldn't decide if this should be a fluff, or angst filled chapter. So why not have both? It's written sort of differently for a reason. So please don't kill me.
Lexie
Lexie had understood the consequences she would have to face when she chose to do her internship at Seattle Grace. She knew there would be gossip, and she was even prepared for the side glances, glares, and Meredith's cold shoulder. What she hadn't been expecting was the hate that people had for her. People who didn't even know her. She didn't think she would be ignored and reduced to be acknowledged as Little Grey, because she was in fact a person, a person with feelings, and she shouldn't be judged by the actions of her father. Or because of what happened to Meredith. Did she think she would have been spending Thanksgiving alone? No. She hadn't been prepared for that, but on the account that everyone either hated her or thought she was weird, no one bothered to make plans with her.
The worst part about it all though is that when she had chosen Seattle Grace, she had done so because of Meredith, for Meredith. She had hoped that of all people, Meredith would understand the feeling of having a hole in your heart. But all that seemed to matter to her was that Lexie got their dad, which meant she got the happy childhood. But that wasn't true. There were things people didn't know, things she didn't understand about Lexie, or her childhood.
Growing up she had spent most of her time trying to please her father. But it didn't matter how many A's she got, or how many activities she joined, because her father was never satisfied. She thought that if she could just do better, just try harder, maybe he would be happy. Maybe he would love her. After her 11th birthday is when the drinking started. She had known that it was her fault, because she wasn't good enough, she wasn't the daughter that he wanted. The more she tried, the less friends she had, and the more alcohol her father consumed. Her mother didn't help either, she was hardly around, her mother was more focused on "bringing home the money" because in her family, money caused happiness. But money also caused forgotten birthdays, and holidays that Lexie had to spend sitting by the fireplace alone, or taking care of her passed out father. If it was true, then why wasn't she happy? Why did her father constantly forget about her? If money cause happiness, why did her father drink himself to the point every night that he would tell Lexie he had chosen the wrong daughter?
She had always been wrong. For everyone, for anything. No matter how hard she tried she just wasn't good enough. She thought Meredith would understand that, but she didn't. She focused on what she thought she knew about Lexie instead of talking to her. It was okay, Lexie was good at faking though. She was good at putting on a brave face and pretending that she didn't cry herself to sleep at night, because if she acknowledged it, it'd make it real. Until she had met Arizona.
Granted, Lexie wasn't exactly a fan of Ellen Degeneres, or hardware stores (lesbians liked those sort of things right?), so in retrospect sleeping with Arizona may not have been her smartest decision, but in Lexie's defense, she hadn't really expected it to go that far. She really didn't know she had that sort of confidence in her until she was shoving her hand in Arizona's pajama bottoms. Then again she also didn't think she'd enjoy it all that much, she loved men, so she figured that it was more to help Arizona not be so high-strung then anything. She wanted Arizona to win Callie, because Arizona was her first friend, and Arizona deserved happiness. Plus she really, really hated Erica. It wasn't until she was coming off her high, her body hanging on for dear life to Arizona, that she realized something had changed. Because the sex? Well it was really, really, really, good. Like cupcake good. Well actually better then cupcakes. So she had done it a second time, and a third, and practically twice a day for the past 2 weeks. She wasn't really sure what they were, her and Arizona, she didn't even think they were a thing, but when Lexie was with her, that hole in her heart became just a bit smaller.
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Erica
Erica didn't do holidays. She didn't do mushy feelings, romance, and crap. She wasn't one for teddy bears or cupcakes. No that was for children, or Little Grey...excuse her, Lexie. So she wasn't exactly thrilled about it almost being Thanksgiving, or at least she didn't used to be. Because this year something had changed, this year Erica planned on going all out with a romantic -and hopefully later naughty-things with Callie. It was the strangest thing because Erica was almost certain she was happy.
That hadn't happened to her in a long time, and she was positive that she owed it all to Callie. Erica was sure that it was love, because only love could make you feel like your walking on a cloud. Yes, she had just used the phrase walking on a cloud, that's how freaking happy she was these days. The only problem she seemed to be encountering was this Arizona woman. Who the hell names their child Arizona to begin with?
Anyway, Erica wasn't stupid. She saw the looks that Arizona would give Callie, and vice versa. But this was the happiest shed been in a long time so she just ignored them. She knew that the appropriate thing would to talk to Callie about it, but she was scared. The crazy thing about love is that once you have it, once you can feel it take up every fiber of your being, love isn't the scary thing anymore, losing it is.
So if this overly perky blonde headed Arizona girl wanted Callie, then she better be prepared to fight with her because Erica wasn't going down without a fight, and she wasn't opposed to fighting dirty. You do crazy things when your in love. She better be prepared to feel the wrath of Erica Hahn.
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Arizona
It had been two weeks since the doomed double date, and Arizona was in quite a pickle. She had known when it was happening that sleeping with Lexie wouldn't solve any problems, but probably instead cause more. In her defense, Arizona had really, really, really needed to get laid, and it had worked. Arizona was her usual peppy perky self, with the exception that she now had a bounce in her step. it was amazing what sex could do to one's mood. She had taken a page out of Mark's book and flirted shamelessly with Callie, well, it was more like Callie flirted shamelessly with her and she responded incoherently while she had mental images of a naked Callie. That was neither here nor there though.
Arizona didn't quite understand what to do, she liked Lexie, she really did, she was a great person and a great friend. Plus the sex was pretty amazing...it was just...Arizona wanted Callie. She had always wanted Callie, it had always been her, and no amount of earth shattering sex could change that. Seriously, it was that good. Anyway, her heart didn't beat for Lexie the way it did for Callie. Ever since that rotten double date, Lexie had been joining them at their regular lunch table. Arizona invited her for the plain reason that Lexie looked like she needed friends, the fact that she seemed to be bugging the hell out of Callie only made things better, and upped her chances on getting another dirty bathroom kiss.
She was rambling again, it was like her mind just couldn't stay in one place these days. What was she talking about? Oh yes, a pickle. She had a pickle because Thanksgiving was coming up, and Arizona absolutely loved the holidays and was coordinating a feast of sorts with Mark. Yeah, you heard her right. She said Mark. It was strange thinking of the man-whore as a friend, but he was indeed a good confidant, well if you took away all the inappropriate jokes and smug grins. Anywho, so here Arizona was standing on the offside of the cafeteria watching Lexie ramble to Callie as Callie looked like she was trying to withhold herself from stabbing a fork in Lexie's eye. Who should she invite? It was so hard being popular.
"What it be like blondie?" Mark asked as he walked up beside her. She still hated being called blondie, but it was fine for now.
"Im just thinking." She was, really, really hard. Mark glanced at her then back at the table.
"About what? Having a threesome?" God Mark was such a guy sometimes. She could almost hear the grin on his face.
"How my heart is a whore." It was true.
"Welcome to the club." Mark said as he raised his hand towards Arizona, like he was waiting for a high-five. Arizona just ignored him and looked back towards the table.
"What club?" If this hospital really had a club and she wasn't invited. She would be pissed.
"The whore club. Your newsletter will be arriving shortly along with your complimentary pack of condoms. We promote whoring, not un-safe sex." Arizona turned around and smacked Mark playfully on the arm. Sometimes he was just too much. But he was funny.
"I can't figure out which one to invite to the Thanksgiving shindig." Either the girl she was pretty much in love with, or the girl she was pretty much screwing on a daily basis. God life was difficult. this was almost as bad as that time she had to decide between donuts or coffee. What a horrible day that had been.
"Well that's easy. Invite both." Like it was that easy. If she did, chaos would ensue, and she was pretty sure Lexie might go home missing a limb. Callie did break bones after all.
"So that Lexie could have an early grave? I think not." She didn't want to be the cause of anyones death. Except maybe Cristina, but that chick kept giving her the evil eye.
"Look Robbins, I'll be there to help in case of a catfight. honestly, what do you have to lose besides your dignity? And that was already lost ages ago, so you shouldn't worry." Maybe she should be the cause of Mark's death too.
"Fine Man-whore, wish me luck." She was about to enter the lions den, she really needed all the luck she could get.
"You don't need luck blondie, because you got skills." Yeah, skills don't save you from angry women. this she learned a long time ago.
Arizona took a deep breath gathering up what little courage she had left and started walking towards Callie and Lexie. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad, they were all mature adults, with the exception of Mark. Things couldn't possibly be that bad.
"Hey Callie. Lexie." Arizona said as she approached the table. Callie shot Arizona a grin as Lexie smiled. It couldn't possibly be that bad.
"Hey Ari, you wanna sit down?" Oh crap. Lexie just called her Ari, Arizona watched the grin disappear from Callie's face only to be replaced by a frown.
"Oh, no, It's okay, I'd rather stand." She had a better chance of running away if she was already up.
"Cool. Great. Awesome." Callie said as she looked over to Lexie who was completely oblivious to the glares. Or maybe Lexie wasn't and she was just really good at faking.
"So I was thinking-"
"That's always a good sign." Lexie interuppted causing Arizona to smile, she really was quite funny when you got to know her.
"Isn't there any intern stuff you have to go do?" Callie asked as she looked angrily at Lexie. This wasn't good.
"Isn't there any resident stuff you have to go do?" Lexie responded. This really, really wasn't good.
"Arizona tell Lexie that this is our lunch table." Uuh. How about she just stand here and pretend she was invisible?
"Arizona, tell Callie that this lunch table doesn't have anyone's name on it and anybody is welcome to sit here." Has she turned invisible yet?
Callie stood up out of her chair and hovered over Lexie, "How about I put my name on it then?" God Callie was so pretty, and she had such nice hair and good hygeine, that was always a plus, and...wait! Focus Arizona. Focus!
"Id like to see you try. " Lexie responded as she stood up, it really didn't help, Callie still towered over her, which made Arizona compare Callie to a goddess. Yes, a goddess. Arizona's goddess.
"Guys! Seriously? I get that you don't like each other, but come on. I wanted to take the liberty to invite you both to this Thangsgiving dinner im having tomorrow with Mark. Why? Because your both my friends and I would very much like you there. So stop it." Please stop it. This was all giving Arizona a headache.
"I'll be there." Lexie said as she walked away, giving Arizona's arm a swift squeeze. Callie huffed and sat back down in her chair as Arizona slid into Lexie's now absent chair.
"So. Thanksgiving dinner huh?" Yessir. Hopefully she wouldn't be cooking though because if so, everyone might want to have 911 on speed dial.
"Yeah. People eat food there." Well, duh. She thought her nervousness had ended weeks ago. But apparently Callie still had the power over her to turn her into mush. Very pretty mush though!
"Haha. Your just adorable." Adorable? Hell. Yeah.
"Your...rad." Did her vocabulary disappear and get replaced by one from the 1980's? Callie leaned in so that her lips were by Arizona's ear. Don't have a heart attack. Don't have a heart attack. Don't have a heart attack. Don't have a heart attack.
"Rad huh? I just want to fold you up and stick you in my pocket sometimes, your that adorable." This qualifies as flirting right? Because Arizona wasn't going to go in to cardiac arrest for something that wasn't flirting!
"I think your adorable Calliope." Oh. Crap. She just said...damn. Callie pulled back and looked into Arizona eyes, a small smile gracing her lips.
"I like it when you call me Calliope." Arizona was willing to call her anything she wanted. No matter how dirty or inappropriate. Callie stood up and started to walk away before she stopped and turned back around to look at Arizona.
"I wouldn't miss tomorrow for the world." Callie continued walking out of the cafeteria as Arizona stared at her, her brain all jumbled.
Did she mention how much she loved the holidays?
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This will probably be the last update for the weekend. Until sometime next week. Let me know if you loved or hated it! Reviews are love. <3