Dimples and Trust Issues 2/?
Title: Dimples and Trust Issues
Author: Me
Rating: PG-13 for now:) some swearing, oh and booze
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Summary: takes place after the bathroom kiss... kind of a different spin on things.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em but I really wish I did.
A/N: Thanks so much to everyone who's reading...I was kinda nervous to post but you guys are awesome. I'm glad I found this comm because it's fun to finally have people who love Calzona as much as I do!!! Anyways I already had the next chapter written so here it is...Hope you like:)
She was late, not super late, but definitely late. Hazarding a quick look down the deserted hallways of Seattle Grace, Arizona grabbed onto the nurses’ station and pushed herself forward with all her strength. She couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips as she felt the air rushing against her face. Not only were the Heely’s practical-they got her to where she needed to be fast-- but they were also really, really fun…truly they were an amazing investment.
Arizona paused at the closed door, taking a minute to straighten her white jacket, smooth a hand over her wrinkled scrubs, and fight a few unruly curls back into place; after all she wanted to look somewhat presentable. Grasping the door knob, she took a deep breath and walked in.
“You’re late.”
Uh oh, the stern voice, that was so definitely not a good sign. Shoving her hands into her pockets Arizona looked at the floor trying to fight her overwhelming urge to giggle. “Sorry I was catching up on some paper work and lost track of time.”
“Well… better late than never I guess. So what are you waiting for, present your case.”
“Umm, well, the patient presented with an increased heart rate, erratic breathing patterns, fever and flushing of the skin, dilated pupils…”
“Yay!!! I told you it would work; see you should have listened to me when I first told you. I don’t know how many times I have to say it; my plans are crafted with equal amounts of love and evil that’s why they always work. Come have a seat Dr. Robbins, after all a promise is a promise”
Arizona smiled widely as she walked towards the bed, automatically reaching for the chart hanging on the end of it. As soon as her fingers grazed the cool metal she retracted her hand, tonight was girls’ night and there were no charts involved in girls’ night. Although she didn’t need to read the chart to know exactly what it said, Sawyer Grayson, age twelve, diagnosis; Ewing’s Sarcoma. Arizona also didn’t need to read the chart to know that this was Sawyer’s fifth time fighting the damn disease, or that she’d been in and out of hospitals since she was eight, or that Sawyer’s mother and sister both worked two jobs to pay for her medical bills and on Thursday nights their shifts overlapped so neither one could spend the night with her. Arizona also knew that by knowing these things-well more importantly caring about these things, she was setting herself up for heartache.
“Hello earth to Dr. Robbins, sit your little ass down…please.”
The chuckle escaped before she could stop it. “You know you swear like a sailor, you really need to work on that.” Arizona shrugged off her lab coat and sat cross legged on the bed, facing the young girl. Her eyes quickly looked over Sawyer who was propped up against a pile of pillows, pale skin-mostly from the chemo and radiation, excited green eyes with the tell tale purple smudges beneath, and her green fitted cap to cover her now hairless head.
“Spin around Dr. Robbins and start talking.” Sawyer demanded as she made a spinning motion with her hands.
“Ok, ok, ok…Umm one request first… not that I didn’t love what you did last time Sawyer, because honestly it was super, really super, but could we please keep it a little less eccentric this time?” Arizona asked cocking an eyebrow.
“Ohh now we gotta keep it all classy for the Ortho surgeon…which by the way is a topic I noticed you’re avoiding…”
“Just pinky promise me that I will not be leaving here with like a million tiny ponytails all over my head or that mess of knots you tied in it last time, I swear it took me days to untangle that.” Arizona finished with a huff.
Sawyer reached her hand out, pinky firmly stuck out and waited for Arizona to do the same. Once the pinky promise took place, the hairdressing and gossip commenced. After about an hour Arizona could see the fatigue on Sawyer’s face. She climbed off the bed and pulled the blankets up around the young girl.
“I still can’t believe I’m taking dating advice from a twelve year old, an awesome twelve year old but a twelve year old nonetheless. I’m getting this feeling that getting Calliope Torres to agree to be my girlfriend is going to be a lot of work I hope you’re up for it, ‘cause you’re my wing girl” Arizona said as she smiled down at a dozing Sawyer.
Arizona picked up her lab coat, purposely avoided looking in the mirror because despite the sacredness of a pinky promise she knew Sawyer too well and the girl just couldn’t help herself. She quietly tiptoed to the door trying not to wake her; if she was lucky there would still be a free on-call room to crash in for the night. The sound of a hushed voice stopped her before she reached the door.
“Dr. Robbins, a smart woman once told me that anything really worth having, you know those super awesome things, well they never come easy and you gotta really fight for them…that’s why I’m still here.”
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“Pretend I’m Meredith.” Callie sat on her couch holding her head in her hands, completely at a loss for ideas; she was ready to try anything…obviously.
“No.” Cristina didn’t even bother to look up from the medical text she was reading.
“Why not?” Callie asked; hearing and despising the desperation evident in her tone.
“Because I don’t want to, why don’t you go and ask one of your friends?” Cristina suggested in the hopes that it would get Callie out of the apartment and give her some peace and quiet.
“Why don’t I go ask one of my friends,” Callie mimicked back, “Oh why didn’t I think of that, oh wait I did think of that and then I remembered my best friend is a man whore and any advice he would give would be tainted by the dirty images of naked ladies running around in his head. Then there’s Lexie but the girl is in love with love and just…no. Addison moved away, so that leaves you, cynical, robotic you. You Cristina Yang are my best most hopeful option right now.” Callie exclaimed as she stared across the living room at a stunned Cristina.
“You’re desperate and that is the only reason I’m going to help you, and you’re going to have to try and be a little more dark and twisty so I can get that Meredith vibe…or we can just grab a bottle of tequila because that screams Meredith too.” Cristina said as she headed towards the kitchen followed by Callie’s rich laughter.
Cristina came back into the living room; two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila in her hands, and sat down cross legged in front of the coffee table. Opening the bottle Cristina poured them each a shot, sliding Callie’s across the table to her. They sat in silence downing another shot apiece before Callie started talking.
“She has flowers and butterflies on her scrub caps and a fucking monkey on her lab coat…a monkey Cristina.”
Cristina shook her head back and forth utterly appalled by the description as she reached for the tequila bottle. By then Callie had slid to the floor too and they were on opposite sides of the coffee table facing each other.
“She kissed me in the bathroom at Joe’s.” Callie exclaimed as she downed the shot Cristina had poured for her. “She kissed me and she used the dimples on me, and she watches me; I can feel her watching me from the gallery during my surgeries. I’ve been avoiding her; well I had been avoiding her until she crashed into me and spilt my coffee on me. Now I see her everywhere and I can’t get her outta my head. Cristina she’s stuck in my head, skating around in there on her damn Heely’s and I want her out.”
“So the rumors are true, the hot handsy Peds surgeon has a thing for you…” Cristina stopped mid sentence when she saw the incredulous look Callie shot her, “What I may not bat for the other team Callie but I do have eyes in my head and the woman is hot, perky and bubbly” Cristina said her voice laced with disgust as she said the last two adjectives, “but seriously hot…oh this is so good…here have another shot Callie.” Cristina said with a huge smile on her face.
“So what do I do? What would you tell Meredith to do?” Callie asked.
“Oh Meredith would never have this problem.” Cristina stated seriously.
Callie looked up from her shot glass with a confused look on her face waiting for Cristina to explain.
“Oh you need me to explain that to you…have you never met Meredith…how to put this nicely, she’s a slut. She would have already slept with the Peds surgeon. Oh there’s an idea you should sleep with the Peds surgeon.” Cristina exclaimed clapping her hands together in celebration of her brilliant idea.
Callie stared daggers at her, “How in the hell will sleeping with Dr. Robbins help, honestly what goes on in that head of yours. That…” Callie said waving her hands in the air around them, “…that would be the advice you would give to your desperate best friend.”
“No I told you Meredith would have already slept with her…that; is the advice I would give to you, my desperate…horny roommate.” Cristina declared.
Callie buried her head in her hands, “I am so horny…Oh God.”
“See and therein lies your problem, you’re lusting for the Peds surgeon and the only way to cure lust is to have sex. One sweaty hot night with Mc…wait have you Mc’d her yet, doesn’t matter, one sweaty hot night with Peds and she’ll be out of your system for good.” Cristina said matter of factly.
Maybe it was the fact that her brain was swimming in a pool of tequila but what Cristina was saying was actually making sense. She was getting all caught up in relationships and trust when all she really needed was sex. She and Arizona were both adults and there was no reason that they couldn’t share a night of amazing mind blowing sex and then go back to being colleagues. The more she mulled it over in her head the more positive she became…this was the cure. Cristina Yang had handed her the cure.
Jumping up; then tilting sideways, then straightening back up again Callie ran to the other side of the table and pulled Cristina up. Grabbing her by the shoulders Callie looked down at her, “You are so seriously right, one night of sex and I’ll be cured. Thank yo…”
“Let me stop you there because you have that look in your eyes, that ‘I’m going to hug you look’, and I definitely do not do hugs.”
“Well what do you and Meredith do after you help her solve a massive sexual problem.” Callie asked her words beginning to slur as she felt the tequila working its way through her body. She watched as Cristina turned on her heels and walked towards the stereo.
“We dance it out.”