Grey's Girls Revamp 2/?
Grey’s Girls Revamp 2/?
Title: Whether You Fall
Characters: Callie, Cristina, Meredith and some Izzie I guess
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: The girls are not mine. I just pretend they are.
Summary: The girls help Callie ignore Izzie.
Part 1
http:// callieluvr.livejournal.com/19248.html
Whether it’s the sunlight
Whether it’s the rain
Does it make a difference till you complain?
Whether it’s the water
Coming from the roof
Does ti piss you off that you’re not waterproof?
Whether you fall means nothing at all
It’s whether you get up
And you hate the silence as it fills up the room
And there’s not much to say to your blushing groom
Baby, all bets are on ya as you finish the race
And the world sees you struggling for a last place
But whether you fall means nothing at all
It’s whether you get up
It’s whether you get up
Callie chewed her turkey sandwich slowly, savoring every bit of the bite in her mouth, smiling with her eyes as she sat back in her chair and slouched comfortably, her half eaten sandwich held in both hands as she eyed the blonde a few tables down looking like she wanted to crawl under the table. Callie chuckled slightly as the blonde finally spotted Grey and Yang approaching her, but Callie frowned as the two of them stopped short of Izzie’s table and instead, argued with each other in hushed tones and then made a beeline for HER table.
“No--” Callie said to herself, “No-no-no…”
“Hey.” Meredith greeted with a smile as she and Cristina sat on opposite sides of the table.
“Oh, what the hell--” Callie whined and dropped her sandwich on her tray.
“What.” Cristina asked, slightly irritated.
“What are you doing here?”
Cristina looked at Meredith and shook her head before returning her attention to Callie, “We told you this morning. We’re--”
“I know! You’re adopting me. I thought you were over it. I just want to eat alone.”
“Adopted people don’t eat alone. Shut up.”
Callie, frowned and scowled at Cristina, “You can’t tell me to shut up. Go back to your friend. Look at her. She looks suicidal. Why are you ignoring her?”
“We’re not.” Meredith shrugged.
“She doesn’t look suicidal.” Cristina reassured Meredith after glancing back at her.
“Well, what are you doing here? With me!”
“We’re being good friends!” Cristina exclaimed, twisting her water bottle open, “Just--eat! Enjoy. We’re sitting with you today.”
“We’re not ignoring Izzie,” Meredith repeated as Callie stared at her with a pained look on her face, “We’re just--spreading ourselves around with our friends. And we decided, that you know--”
“You’re more wounded than Izzie is.” Cristina finished.
“This is--unbelievable.” Callie said, covering her face with her hands.
“Look--” Cristina stated, “--she’s our friend. We care what happens to her, but, she did a nasty thing. And--for now, we’re siding with you. We’re hating her with you.”
“I don’t hate her--well, maybe. But she’s dust in the wind to me, alright? So--go over there and sit with your friend. And just--tell her to stay out of my air space and we’ll be fine.”
“Ooo, out of my air space. And you don’t wish her ill will.” Cristina said mockingly.
“I didn’t say I didn’t wish her ill will.” Callie answered and looked up as Alex and George came to sit with Izzie. She looked uneasy immediately and she straightened her spine and locked her jaw.
“What?” Meredith asked and both she and Cristina turned to see what she was looking at. Alex ate wholeheartedly and Izzie poked at her food uncomfortably as George watched Callie from his seat. “Callie? You okay?” She asked her.
“Yeah.” Callie nodded, avoiding all eye contact as she gathered her things together, “You know what? I’m not hungry anymore. I’ll see you guys later--I GUESS.”
“Callie--” Cristina began to reassure her but Callie got up and left anyway. Just then, George stood up and hurried after her, but Cristina grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back roughly and pushed him into a chair, “I don’t think so, Bambi. Leave her alone.”
George brushed her hands off and shook his head in disbelief, “What’s wrong with you? Why are you abusing me?”
Cristina looks up, no expression on he face, “She’s my boss. I do what she says. It’s a Godfather thing.”
“You’re evil and an opportunist.”
“You’re an intern--again.” She answered, eating a spoonful of yogurt. And he sat back and crossed his arms over his chest with a sneer.
XXX
Later that afternoon, Callie walked down a hospital hall, having just finished a surgery. She sighed and stretched her arms above her head, when she spotted the two small, pointy thorns on her side. She stopped and looked around for an exit, thinking maybe Meredith and Cristina had not seen her yet, “Shit.” She cursed and ducked into the nearest supply closet. She stood against the wall in silence and waited patiently for an appropriate time to come out, but before long, the door jiggled and she stared at the door in panic as it flew open and Meredith and Cristina stepped inside. “What do you want?”
“We’re experts at dodging people, Callie--” Meredith stated, her hands on her hips as Cristina closed the door, “--you’re not very good at it.”
“Will you just--I’m not one of your people! Leave me alone.”
“Sure you are.” Cristina corrected, “You’re already morphing into one of us. You’re in a CLOSET. Embrace it like physical deformation. It’s not something you can just get rid of.”
“Most physical reformations can be corrected with surgery. I’d bet I can definitely get rid of you two with a scalpel.”
Cristina chuckled and leaned in close, “You think that scares me? I’m Cristina. Physical threats don‘t scare me.”
Callie sighed heavily and let her weight rest against the wall behind her, “How long is this going to last?”
“Pretty much until we’re sick of you.” Meredith answered.
“Fine. Let’s go.” She said, resigned, but was stopped by Cristina who stepped in front of her, preventing her exit, “What?”
“One more thing,” The petite woman answered, “--you will NOT run away every time you see George. Girls don’t run away from George. George runs away from girls. So wear your ovaries on the outside and intimidate the shit out of him because I will not be friends with a wimp. You’re a bad ass. You crush bones for a living--you’re the bone crusher. So, cry yourself out right now before we leave because there will be none of that in public.”
Callie stared back for about an eternity and then simply moved past Cristina and opened the door, leaving the two girls behind.
“She’s a mess.” Cristina said to Meredith, who only nodded and shrugged.
XXX
“This is, officially, the longest day in the history of days.” Callie stated blankly, standing in the doorway to Meredith’s house.
“Just--shut up and go inside.” Cristina pushed her through the doorframe and stepped inside, followed by Meredith, “Izzie’s not here, if that’s what you’re worried about.” She reassured Callie, stepping around her and heading for the couch. She flopped down on it and watched as Cristina opened the liquor cabinet and brought out a couple of bottles.
Callie laughed and dropped her bag on the stuff chair beside the sofa and removed her jacket, “She does not affect me whatsoever.” At this point, Cristina had set three shot glasses down on the coffee table and sat down on the floor, “What? I’m not drinking. It’s two o’clock.”
Cristina, stared back and narrowed her eyes, “It’s five o’clock somewhere.”
Callie rolled her eyes and finally sat down in the chair, “You’re being ridiculous.”
“Look!” Cristina said, banging her palms on the table and making Meredith and Callie jump a little, “You need to cry. Or else, you’re going to feel really, really crappy for a while.”
“I don’t need to cry.”
“Okay, look, *I* cried. Do I look like a person who cries? No. But I cried, and Meredith did the whole reassuring friend thing, and it was all--dark and twisty, which you know, Meredith lives for. But anyway, we did that--and I broke things. So, let it out. We’ll do the reassuring friend thing, and hold you and pat your back and--Meredith can cry with you, and then we’ll pretend it never happened.”
Callie stared back at Cristina for a really long time before she finally opened her mouth to speak, “No.” She stood up off the chair and walked towards the kitchen, “I’m going to get some juice.”
“If this is how normal people deal, then I want nothing to do with them.” Cristina said and Meredith giggled, “Dammit, now I want juice.” She said, before rising from her comfortable spot on the couch and heading towards the kitchen.
Meredith stopped short at seeing Callie sitting at the island counter with a glass full of juice sitting in front of her, silent tears streaming down her face, “Callie?”
Callie looked up an made an attempt at a smile and she shrugged, “I don’t know how to the grieving thing. I don’t want to--” She closed her eyes and sniffled as she continued to cry quietly and Meredith moved toward her. Callie stiffened as Meredith stood behind her and wrapped her arms around her shoulders tightly, resting her chin on her shoulder, “It’s okay. We don’t either. We just go with what works.” Meredith said and this made Callie ease down and she turned to look at her for a second before letting her hold her and patting her hand tenderly.
“This intervention is turning to such crap--” Cristina complained as she stepped into the kitchen but stopped, seeing Meredith, sort of hugging Callie, “What’s going on?”
“She cracked.” Meredith stated as Callie hid her face in her hands and slipped away from her.
“I’ll get the liquor.” Not two seconds later, Cristina returned with a bottle of tequila and three glasses and placed them in front of Callie.
“No, really,” She mumbled, “I don’t do Tequila.”
“Okay.” Cristina nodded and walked over to the cupboard, bringing out a pink coffee mug, “Here,” She said, offering it to Callie.”
“What?” She asked, puzzled as she wiped the tears from her face.
“Smash it.”
Callie chuckled and took the mug from Cristina’s hand and placed it on the counter, “No, I’m not going to break Meredith’s cup.”
Meredith looked at Cristina and they exchanged knowing glances, “Uh--it’s NOT mine, it’s Izzie’s.”
There was a long silence before Callie slowly, and gently pushed at the mug and it fell off counter with a deep thud as it broke in two on the floor.
XXX
Title: Whether You Fall
Characters: Callie, Cristina, Meredith and some Izzie I guess
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: The girls are not mine. I just pretend they are.
Summary: The girls help Callie ignore Izzie.
Part 1
http:// callieluvr.livejournal.com/19248.html
Whether it’s the sunlight
Whether it’s the rain
Does it make a difference till you complain?
Whether it’s the water
Coming from the roof
Does ti piss you off that you’re not waterproof?
Whether you fall means nothing at all
It’s whether you get up
And you hate the silence as it fills up the room
And there’s not much to say to your blushing groom
Baby, all bets are on ya as you finish the race
And the world sees you struggling for a last place
But whether you fall means nothing at all
It’s whether you get up
It’s whether you get up
Callie chewed her turkey sandwich slowly, savoring every bit of the bite in her mouth, smiling with her eyes as she sat back in her chair and slouched comfortably, her half eaten sandwich held in both hands as she eyed the blonde a few tables down looking like she wanted to crawl under the table. Callie chuckled slightly as the blonde finally spotted Grey and Yang approaching her, but Callie frowned as the two of them stopped short of Izzie’s table and instead, argued with each other in hushed tones and then made a beeline for HER table.
“No--” Callie said to herself, “No-no-no…”
“Hey.” Meredith greeted with a smile as she and Cristina sat on opposite sides of the table.
“Oh, what the hell--” Callie whined and dropped her sandwich on her tray.
“What.” Cristina asked, slightly irritated.
“What are you doing here?”
Cristina looked at Meredith and shook her head before returning her attention to Callie, “We told you this morning. We’re--”
“I know! You’re adopting me. I thought you were over it. I just want to eat alone.”
“Adopted people don’t eat alone. Shut up.”
Callie, frowned and scowled at Cristina, “You can’t tell me to shut up. Go back to your friend. Look at her. She looks suicidal. Why are you ignoring her?”
“We’re not.” Meredith shrugged.
“She doesn’t look suicidal.” Cristina reassured Meredith after glancing back at her.
“Well, what are you doing here? With me!”
“We’re being good friends!” Cristina exclaimed, twisting her water bottle open, “Just--eat! Enjoy. We’re sitting with you today.”
“We’re not ignoring Izzie,” Meredith repeated as Callie stared at her with a pained look on her face, “We’re just--spreading ourselves around with our friends. And we decided, that you know--”
“You’re more wounded than Izzie is.” Cristina finished.
“This is--unbelievable.” Callie said, covering her face with her hands.
“Look--” Cristina stated, “--she’s our friend. We care what happens to her, but, she did a nasty thing. And--for now, we’re siding with you. We’re hating her with you.”
“I don’t hate her--well, maybe. But she’s dust in the wind to me, alright? So--go over there and sit with your friend. And just--tell her to stay out of my air space and we’ll be fine.”
“Ooo, out of my air space. And you don’t wish her ill will.” Cristina said mockingly.
“I didn’t say I didn’t wish her ill will.” Callie answered and looked up as Alex and George came to sit with Izzie. She looked uneasy immediately and she straightened her spine and locked her jaw.
“What?” Meredith asked and both she and Cristina turned to see what she was looking at. Alex ate wholeheartedly and Izzie poked at her food uncomfortably as George watched Callie from his seat. “Callie? You okay?” She asked her.
“Yeah.” Callie nodded, avoiding all eye contact as she gathered her things together, “You know what? I’m not hungry anymore. I’ll see you guys later--I GUESS.”
“Callie--” Cristina began to reassure her but Callie got up and left anyway. Just then, George stood up and hurried after her, but Cristina grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back roughly and pushed him into a chair, “I don’t think so, Bambi. Leave her alone.”
George brushed her hands off and shook his head in disbelief, “What’s wrong with you? Why are you abusing me?”
Cristina looks up, no expression on he face, “She’s my boss. I do what she says. It’s a Godfather thing.”
“You’re evil and an opportunist.”
“You’re an intern--again.” She answered, eating a spoonful of yogurt. And he sat back and crossed his arms over his chest with a sneer.
XXX
Later that afternoon, Callie walked down a hospital hall, having just finished a surgery. She sighed and stretched her arms above her head, when she spotted the two small, pointy thorns on her side. She stopped and looked around for an exit, thinking maybe Meredith and Cristina had not seen her yet, “Shit.” She cursed and ducked into the nearest supply closet. She stood against the wall in silence and waited patiently for an appropriate time to come out, but before long, the door jiggled and she stared at the door in panic as it flew open and Meredith and Cristina stepped inside. “What do you want?”
“We’re experts at dodging people, Callie--” Meredith stated, her hands on her hips as Cristina closed the door, “--you’re not very good at it.”
“Will you just--I’m not one of your people! Leave me alone.”
“Sure you are.” Cristina corrected, “You’re already morphing into one of us. You’re in a CLOSET. Embrace it like physical deformation. It’s not something you can just get rid of.”
“Most physical reformations can be corrected with surgery. I’d bet I can definitely get rid of you two with a scalpel.”
Cristina chuckled and leaned in close, “You think that scares me? I’m Cristina. Physical threats don‘t scare me.”
Callie sighed heavily and let her weight rest against the wall behind her, “How long is this going to last?”
“Pretty much until we’re sick of you.” Meredith answered.
“Fine. Let’s go.” She said, resigned, but was stopped by Cristina who stepped in front of her, preventing her exit, “What?”
“One more thing,” The petite woman answered, “--you will NOT run away every time you see George. Girls don’t run away from George. George runs away from girls. So wear your ovaries on the outside and intimidate the shit out of him because I will not be friends with a wimp. You’re a bad ass. You crush bones for a living--you’re the bone crusher. So, cry yourself out right now before we leave because there will be none of that in public.”
Callie stared back for about an eternity and then simply moved past Cristina and opened the door, leaving the two girls behind.
“She’s a mess.” Cristina said to Meredith, who only nodded and shrugged.
XXX
“This is, officially, the longest day in the history of days.” Callie stated blankly, standing in the doorway to Meredith’s house.
“Just--shut up and go inside.” Cristina pushed her through the doorframe and stepped inside, followed by Meredith, “Izzie’s not here, if that’s what you’re worried about.” She reassured Callie, stepping around her and heading for the couch. She flopped down on it and watched as Cristina opened the liquor cabinet and brought out a couple of bottles.
Callie laughed and dropped her bag on the stuff chair beside the sofa and removed her jacket, “She does not affect me whatsoever.” At this point, Cristina had set three shot glasses down on the coffee table and sat down on the floor, “What? I’m not drinking. It’s two o’clock.”
Cristina, stared back and narrowed her eyes, “It’s five o’clock somewhere.”
Callie rolled her eyes and finally sat down in the chair, “You’re being ridiculous.”
“Look!” Cristina said, banging her palms on the table and making Meredith and Callie jump a little, “You need to cry. Or else, you’re going to feel really, really crappy for a while.”
“I don’t need to cry.”
“Okay, look, *I* cried. Do I look like a person who cries? No. But I cried, and Meredith did the whole reassuring friend thing, and it was all--dark and twisty, which you know, Meredith lives for. But anyway, we did that--and I broke things. So, let it out. We’ll do the reassuring friend thing, and hold you and pat your back and--Meredith can cry with you, and then we’ll pretend it never happened.”
Callie stared back at Cristina for a really long time before she finally opened her mouth to speak, “No.” She stood up off the chair and walked towards the kitchen, “I’m going to get some juice.”
“If this is how normal people deal, then I want nothing to do with them.” Cristina said and Meredith giggled, “Dammit, now I want juice.” She said, before rising from her comfortable spot on the couch and heading towards the kitchen.
Meredith stopped short at seeing Callie sitting at the island counter with a glass full of juice sitting in front of her, silent tears streaming down her face, “Callie?”
Callie looked up an made an attempt at a smile and she shrugged, “I don’t know how to the grieving thing. I don’t want to--” She closed her eyes and sniffled as she continued to cry quietly and Meredith moved toward her. Callie stiffened as Meredith stood behind her and wrapped her arms around her shoulders tightly, resting her chin on her shoulder, “It’s okay. We don’t either. We just go with what works.” Meredith said and this made Callie ease down and she turned to look at her for a second before letting her hold her and patting her hand tenderly.
“This intervention is turning to such crap--” Cristina complained as she stepped into the kitchen but stopped, seeing Meredith, sort of hugging Callie, “What’s going on?”
“She cracked.” Meredith stated as Callie hid her face in her hands and slipped away from her.
“I’ll get the liquor.” Not two seconds later, Cristina returned with a bottle of tequila and three glasses and placed them in front of Callie.
“No, really,” She mumbled, “I don’t do Tequila.”
“Okay.” Cristina nodded and walked over to the cupboard, bringing out a pink coffee mug, “Here,” She said, offering it to Callie.”
“What?” She asked, puzzled as she wiped the tears from her face.
“Smash it.”
Callie chuckled and took the mug from Cristina’s hand and placed it on the counter, “No, I’m not going to break Meredith’s cup.”
Meredith looked at Cristina and they exchanged knowing glances, “Uh--it’s NOT mine, it’s Izzie’s.”
There was a long silence before Callie slowly, and gently pushed at the mug and it fell off counter with a deep thud as it broke in two on the floor.
XXX