Just Haven't met you yet pt 2
Title: Just Haven't met you yet pt. 2
Author: Splash83
Rating: PG
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Inspired by: Michael Buble's Haven't Met You Yet
Disclaimer: The characters mentioned in the fiction below do not belong to me but belong to Shonda Rhimes. I am merely a writer, using the characters created by her for my stage. This is not for any financial or other profit.
Wednesday night and I’m just getting off work. Today was a good day. Dr. Bailey and I had the privilege of saving the lives of three kids today. We had three surgeries, back to back, all successful. Definitely a super good day. And like the icing on my cake, I have a date tonight. A date with a super hot nurse. Yay.
I hurry to the attendings’ locker room to get changed. I decide to keep my attire simple, since our date is at Joe’s, definitely not a dress-up kinda place. I dress quickly and rush to catch the elevator. The doors open and oh my god my heart just skipped a beat. There she is, dark hair, caramel skin, chocolate brown eyes….did I die on my way to the elevator and go to heaven? Is the elevator heaven? I shake these ridiculous thoughts from my head and enter elevator heaven.
“Wow, she really is beautiful.” I think to myself.
“Excuse me? Did you say something?” She asks.
Crap crap crap crap! Damn I just said that!
“Um, nothing. Sorry.”
We continue our journey to the ground floor in absolute silence. She doesn’t even look my way. Lastnight I could have sworn I caught her staring at me while I was talking to Bailey down the hallway, Dr. Calliope Torres is what Bailey called her, but now she just seems to ignore me.
The elevator dings open and I hurry out into the night. I’m tempted to stay and follow her, but something in the back of my head keeps reminding me that there’s someone waiting for me at the bar across the road. I have a date. With whom? Damn, this raven-haired beauty is messing with my mind processes. A date with nurse…nurse….James! that’s it…nurse James….oh….what’s her first name again? Calliope? God no, that’s who I WANT to be on a date with…. Amanda, that’s her name. Ok good. Now that I have the name established, I continue on in the drizzling rain.
When I arrive at Joe’s my date is there waiting for me at the bar.
“Hey,” I awkwardly greet her, not sure if I should kiss her hello or not, since it is our first date after all.
“Hi! You look great!” She enthusiastically welcomes me.
“Thanks,” I smile, my mind still occupied by the elevator angel.
We order some drinks and get into some comfortably light conversation. She’s quite talkative, this nurse Amanda James. As I’m idly stirring my drink and listening to her go on about the hospital gossip, I look up and there she is again, my elevator girl. She looks…sad, her eyes are downcast staring at the drink infront her and her shoulders are slumped in defeat. Another woman, younger, brunette, approaches her and starts talking incessantly. My girl looks at her and says something before getting off her stool and heading for the ladies room, clearly upset.
“Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom,” I excuse myself from Amanda’s company.
As I open the door there she is, looking in the mirror…..crying? It breaks my heart to see her like this.
“Hey!” I start.
“Hey.” She responds, still facing the mirror.
“Ortho right?”
“Yeah, right, hi.” She again responds quickly, not turning around.
“I’m Arizona, Robbins. Paeds surgery….I’ve seen you at the hospital. You ok?”
“You know, I’m fine.” She scoffs slightly, finally turning around.
“People talk. Where we work. They talk….a lot. So for the sake of being honest I, I, I think I should tell you that I know things about you. Because people talk.” Oh my god I’m rambling and I can’t stop myself. This massive amount of redundant word vomit is spewing from my lips and I have no control over it! Inside I’m scolding myself for rambling, but on the outside I smile hoping she’ll excuse my nervousness.
“Oh…….you mean……terrific” she sighs disappointedly as realization dawns on her.
Aw, she looks so broken. Which idiotic moron could possibly take such an amazing person and mangle her innards so badly that she’s standing here looking so forlorn? I consider hunting that person down and making their life hell, but right now my main concern is restoring that smile to her face, so I forge on, trying my best to convey what I really want to say without disappointing her further.
“It is! Actually.”
“Huh”
“The talk. People really like you over there. They, they respect you, and they’re concerned, and interested. They really like you.”
I lean a little closer now, “some of them really like you.”
She nods her head, not believing a word I say.
“You just, you look upset. And I..and I thought that you should know that the talk is good! And when you’re not upset, when you’re over being upset, there’ll be people lining up for you.” I nod to her, and hold her gaze, trying to convey my sincerity to her.
She laughs me off, breaking our eye contact, and responds, “you wanna give me some names?”
Aw, she seems so insecure; definitely not fitting on such a beautiful woman. Right now I would do anything to let her know how she’s been on my mind and how much I would love to be with her, how much I would love to be the one to make her smile everyday.
With a surge of confidence I step forward and cup her cheek, bending slightly to place a soft kiss on her lips. In that moment of intimate contact with her I see the jigsaw pieces of my life falling into place to complete the puzzle of my life. Everything seems so perfect in just that momentary contact. I release her reluctantly and back away towards the door.
She looks at me in amused shock.
“I think you’ll know.” I assure her before turning to leave, a smile plastered on my face.
She’s smiling now. That bright beautiful smile that I want to be in my life forever.
“Arizona, are you listening to me?”
“Arizona!”
“DR. ROBBINS!”
I’m shaken out of my day dream by my date, Amanda, who follows my gaze to find the object of my attention returning to her seat. I quickly take stock of my surroundings, I’m not in the bathroom like I thought, I’m still right here sitting with Amanda, did i just imagine all that?
“Oh. Now I see why you’ve been so distant all evening. She IS beautiful. I wish I were her. I guess I’ll see you around. Goodnight.”
With that, Amanda hops off her stool and makes for the exit.
“Wait, Amanda...” I call after her, but my heart wants nothing more than to rush to my elevator girl and put a smile on her face. I remain fixed to the spot, just staring at her.
As if on cue, the song playing softly in the background explains the current condition of my heart, “And I promise you kid, that I’ll give so much more than I get... I just haven’t met you yet.”
Author: Splash83
Rating: PG
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Inspired by: Michael Buble's Haven't Met You Yet
Disclaimer: The characters mentioned in the fiction below do not belong to me but belong to Shonda Rhimes. I am merely a writer, using the characters created by her for my stage. This is not for any financial or other profit.
Wednesday night and I’m just getting off work. Today was a good day. Dr. Bailey and I had the privilege of saving the lives of three kids today. We had three surgeries, back to back, all successful. Definitely a super good day. And like the icing on my cake, I have a date tonight. A date with a super hot nurse. Yay.
I hurry to the attendings’ locker room to get changed. I decide to keep my attire simple, since our date is at Joe’s, definitely not a dress-up kinda place. I dress quickly and rush to catch the elevator. The doors open and oh my god my heart just skipped a beat. There she is, dark hair, caramel skin, chocolate brown eyes….did I die on my way to the elevator and go to heaven? Is the elevator heaven? I shake these ridiculous thoughts from my head and enter elevator heaven.
“Wow, she really is beautiful.” I think to myself.
“Excuse me? Did you say something?” She asks.
Crap crap crap crap! Damn I just said that!
“Um, nothing. Sorry.”
We continue our journey to the ground floor in absolute silence. She doesn’t even look my way. Lastnight I could have sworn I caught her staring at me while I was talking to Bailey down the hallway, Dr. Calliope Torres is what Bailey called her, but now she just seems to ignore me.
The elevator dings open and I hurry out into the night. I’m tempted to stay and follow her, but something in the back of my head keeps reminding me that there’s someone waiting for me at the bar across the road. I have a date. With whom? Damn, this raven-haired beauty is messing with my mind processes. A date with nurse…nurse….James! that’s it…nurse James….oh….what’s her first name again? Calliope? God no, that’s who I WANT to be on a date with…. Amanda, that’s her name. Ok good. Now that I have the name established, I continue on in the drizzling rain.
When I arrive at Joe’s my date is there waiting for me at the bar.
“Hey,” I awkwardly greet her, not sure if I should kiss her hello or not, since it is our first date after all.
“Hi! You look great!” She enthusiastically welcomes me.
“Thanks,” I smile, my mind still occupied by the elevator angel.
We order some drinks and get into some comfortably light conversation. She’s quite talkative, this nurse Amanda James. As I’m idly stirring my drink and listening to her go on about the hospital gossip, I look up and there she is again, my elevator girl. She looks…sad, her eyes are downcast staring at the drink infront her and her shoulders are slumped in defeat. Another woman, younger, brunette, approaches her and starts talking incessantly. My girl looks at her and says something before getting off her stool and heading for the ladies room, clearly upset.
“Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom,” I excuse myself from Amanda’s company.
As I open the door there she is, looking in the mirror…..crying? It breaks my heart to see her like this.
“Hey!” I start.
“Hey.” She responds, still facing the mirror.
“Ortho right?”
“Yeah, right, hi.” She again responds quickly, not turning around.
“I’m Arizona, Robbins. Paeds surgery….I’ve seen you at the hospital. You ok?”
“You know, I’m fine.” She scoffs slightly, finally turning around.
“People talk. Where we work. They talk….a lot. So for the sake of being honest I, I, I think I should tell you that I know things about you. Because people talk.” Oh my god I’m rambling and I can’t stop myself. This massive amount of redundant word vomit is spewing from my lips and I have no control over it! Inside I’m scolding myself for rambling, but on the outside I smile hoping she’ll excuse my nervousness.
“Oh…….you mean……terrific” she sighs disappointedly as realization dawns on her.
Aw, she looks so broken. Which idiotic moron could possibly take such an amazing person and mangle her innards so badly that she’s standing here looking so forlorn? I consider hunting that person down and making their life hell, but right now my main concern is restoring that smile to her face, so I forge on, trying my best to convey what I really want to say without disappointing her further.
“It is! Actually.”
“Huh”
“The talk. People really like you over there. They, they respect you, and they’re concerned, and interested. They really like you.”
I lean a little closer now, “some of them really like you.”
She nods her head, not believing a word I say.
“You just, you look upset. And I..and I thought that you should know that the talk is good! And when you’re not upset, when you’re over being upset, there’ll be people lining up for you.” I nod to her, and hold her gaze, trying to convey my sincerity to her.
She laughs me off, breaking our eye contact, and responds, “you wanna give me some names?”
Aw, she seems so insecure; definitely not fitting on such a beautiful woman. Right now I would do anything to let her know how she’s been on my mind and how much I would love to be with her, how much I would love to be the one to make her smile everyday.
With a surge of confidence I step forward and cup her cheek, bending slightly to place a soft kiss on her lips. In that moment of intimate contact with her I see the jigsaw pieces of my life falling into place to complete the puzzle of my life. Everything seems so perfect in just that momentary contact. I release her reluctantly and back away towards the door.
She looks at me in amused shock.
“I think you’ll know.” I assure her before turning to leave, a smile plastered on my face.
She’s smiling now. That bright beautiful smile that I want to be in my life forever.
“Arizona, are you listening to me?”
“Arizona!”
“DR. ROBBINS!”
I’m shaken out of my day dream by my date, Amanda, who follows my gaze to find the object of my attention returning to her seat. I quickly take stock of my surroundings, I’m not in the bathroom like I thought, I’m still right here sitting with Amanda, did i just imagine all that?
“Oh. Now I see why you’ve been so distant all evening. She IS beautiful. I wish I were her. I guess I’ll see you around. Goodnight.”
With that, Amanda hops off her stool and makes for the exit.
“Wait, Amanda...” I call after her, but my heart wants nothing more than to rush to my elevator girl and put a smile on her face. I remain fixed to the spot, just staring at her.
As if on cue, the song playing softly in the background explains the current condition of my heart, “And I promise you kid, that I’ll give so much more than I get... I just haven’t met you yet.”