That'll Be The Day (1/1)
Title: That'll Be The Day
Pairing: Callie/Erica
Rating: T
Disclaimer: All rights belong to ABC and Shonda Rhimes.
Summary: Bailey helps out Callie, or at least she's supposed to.
I walked past yet another on-call room, expecting to hear some more nasty doctors going at it, but I didn’t.
I heard sobs.
Gut-wrenching, painful sobs.
I stopped outside the door, debating whether or not I should go in. A few interns were staring at me, “What’re you lookin’ at?” I glared at the group.
They quickly went back to their work.
The Nazi is back, well, temporarily.
I knocked on the door, “I’m comin’ in,” and opened it.
I gasped at the sight of Torres sitting on the lower bunk, head in her hands, crying. Over the years, I’d come to know the strong, happy woman, and it wasn’t a sight she was likely to show around the hospital, especially after the O’Malley fiasco.
Quickly recovering, I sat down next to the woman, wrapping a small arm around her larger frame, “Hey, now…it’s all gonna be okay.”
She moved her arms emphatically, “No it’s not! She’s gone!”
Shit.
Hahn.
Fucker.
They only went on one date.
“Now, I don’t know what happened, but I can tell you that if she just left you, she’s not worth it.”
“Yes she is! She…I love her, Bailey.”
Apparently she liked the cuisine.
“Tell you what, I’ll go get Sloan to drive you home, and I’ll tell the Chief that you’re taking some personal time, and to cancel your surgeries for the rest of today.”
She nodded silently, tears still falling.
“Do you need anything else?”
She let out a weak, broken, “No, but thank you.”
I smiled, “No problem, Torres. Try to sleep while I go get Sloan.”
She nodded as I walked out.
I practically ran to plastics, and told the man to get her home, then picking up running again, going to the Chief’s office.
“Hello, Chief.”
“Dr. Bailey.”
“Dr. Torres will be going home for the rest of the day, Dr. Sloan will be driving her there, but he will return.”
“For what reason?”
“She needs some personal time.”
“Again, for what reason?”
I ignored the question, “Actually, Chief, I need to ask Dr. Hahn about a case I’m working on, could you maybe tell me how to reach her?”
He looked at his watch, “She’s in the air, Miranda. She won’t be able to answer any questions.”
“Oh, where to?”
“I can’t tell you that.”
“Chief, I have to talk to her for that case.”
“What case?”
“We have a kid, down in peds, and his parents are worried that he won’t be able to play soccer, which he loves. I just want to have her check it out.”
“Ask Yang, she’s practically the same as Hahn.”
“No, I want to ask Hahn. I’m not risking this kid’s happiness.”
“Bailey, I cannot tell you where Dr. Hahn is going!”
“Fine, but Torres still isn’t gonna be here for the rest of the day; cancel the rest of her surgeries.”
I walked out of his office, storming into an on-call room, grabbing my cell phone.
Adele.
“Hello?” Said her lovely voice.
“Hi, Adele, it’s Miranda.”
“Oh, Miranda! How’re you?”
“I’m looking for a favor, could you?”
“Depends.”
I went on to explain the situation with Hahn and Torres, “And that husband of yours won’t tell me where she is!”
Now, normally Adele was a woman to stand by her husband, no matter what, but in dealing with another woman who happened to be heart broken, the answer was always, “It’s already done.”
No more than a half hour later, I met Adele in the lobby. The two of us then made our way to the Chief’s office.
He smiled, “Adele, what’re you doing here?”
She didn’t answer. “Where’s Dr. Hahn?”
He was shell-shocked, and looked to me, “You called my wife?”
“I did, and she asked you something.”
The interrogation continued like that for ten minutes before he broke, “Mt. Sinai”
I groaned, “I have a child! I do not have the time to do these things!”
He was confused, “Of course you have a child. It’s a peds case.”
“No! Tuck! I can’t just leave him. What the hell is in New York City for Erica Hahn?”
“Walter Tapley”
Another groan, I looked to Adele, “What idiot would just leave for something like that?”
She shook her head, “I don’t know. This woman needs to get her priorities straight.”
Chief looked on in disbelief, “Walter Tapley offers you a job as Chief of Surgery, and you need your priorities straight?”
Adele raised an eyebrow, “If he offered you a job that would require leaving me standing here and never coming back, would you take it?”
Richard raised an eyebrow towards me, “You and Hahn…?”
“No!”
And then finally, it clicked.
“Hahn and Torres?”
I nodded.
“And you’re going to get Dr. Hahn, why?”
“Torres doesn’t deserve to have her heart broken…again.”
I nodded my head along with Adele.
That seemed to be an acceptable answer, because he nodded his head and said, “Her flight’ll be landing within the next few hours. You may have the next few days off.”
The two of us left the room, and I hugged her before we went our separate ways, “Pleasure doing business with you.”
She laughed, “Anytime, Miranda.”
After one excruciatingly long flight to the city, I made my way to the closest hotel to Mt. Sinai, and booked myself a room. The next day, I woke up at ten in the morning, and got ready for the day, making my way to the hospital.
I stopped at the front desk, “Could you tell me where the Chief of Surgery’s office is located?”
After being directed, I smiled, thanking the man, quickly making my way to her office.
I knocked, “Come in” her voice called.
I opened the door, “Boy, you sure do move fast.”
She was shocked at my presence, but recovered quickly, “And you are here because…?”
“Because, out of all the doctors at Seattle Grace, Torres is the only one that’s actually all around worth a damn. She doesn’t bring dramatics around me, and bother me with them, so I like that about her. One day, though, she asked me about you, and it was awkward, but eventually I answered. She was happy with you.”
“That still doesn’t answer my question.”
“I’m here because I found her, sobbing, in an on-call room.”
Her hard demeanor faltered.
It better.
“That’s right. I don’t know what the hell happened, but Torres doesn’t break all that easily, and you broke her.”
She looked me in the eye once again, “And neither do I.”
Then, I faltered, and I don’t do that often, but I collected myself just as fast. “Look, like I said, I have no clue what happened, but you need to fix it.”
“Why?”
I took a deep breath.
Torres is gonna kill me for this.
“She loves you.”
She rolled her eyes, “No shit, we were friends for how long? That’s how it works.”
“No. She loves you.”
God damn, these people are idiots.
Did they learn nothing in med school?
“Love?” She let out a laugh, “No, when you love someone you don’t sleep with Mark Sloan repeatedly.”
Of course the man-whore had something to do with this.
“You just need to…” I motioned with my hands, grasping for the words, “talk to Torres. You’ll understand then.”
“Dr. Bailey. I refuse to speak to Dr. Torres. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.”
“Just talk to her, it couldn’t-”
“Miranda!” She yelled at me, most definitely loud enough for the doctors outside of her office to hear, “The woman cheated on me with the man I watched her with for months! The man we fought about, even as friends! The man that could just have her like it was nothing! She was just another piece of meat to him! She can’t just all of a sudden say she loves me and expect it to be okay! It doesn’t work like that! Jesus! I’ve been in love with her for months, and if she wasn’t so busy fucking Sloan, she would’ve noticed!”
I finally looked at the woman before me; she was nowhere near the cold, feared doctor that stalked the halls back in Seattle. She was broken, and judging from what she just told me, Callie had been chipping away at her supposedly ice cold heart for months on end…this was just one final tap of the chisel against her heart. She couldn’t not leave; Stevens just gave her extra incentive-blind rage-so nothing could stop her…not even the pull of one Miss Calliope Torres.
“Erica, I…I’m sorry…If I knew, I would’ve kicked Torres’ ass before I left.”
She took a deep breath and tried to discreetly wipe her tears, “Its okay…I’ll be fine.”
I knew it was total bullshit, but Erica Hahn was nothing, if not determined.
“Tell you what, Hahn…you, me, and some John Wayne?”
She looked unsure.
“My Momma always said they were the cure for heartache…Personally, I think she just thought he was hot…either way, it worked.”
She nodded, smiling lightly, “Sounds good, Miranda.”
Many hours later, I was sitting on Erica Hahn’s couch-a place I never thought I would ever be-drinking wine, watching ‘The Searchers.’
A tipsy Erica Hahn was a funny thing. She was so completely different than Dr. Hahn, or Chief, as they call her at Mt. Sinai. More…loose, I guess…Makes me wonder if the first move was made between Callie and Erica under the influence.
Already having at least three glasses on myself, I suggested, “Why don’t you just drink straight from the bottle? It eliminates the middle man.”
She laughed lightly, “That’ll be the day.”
I laughed heartily at the reference. Torres was gonna have to win Hahn back on her own, because this wasn’t Erica’s fault in the slightest bit. This was just a case of “I can’t take it anymore,” so, yeah, she left. Callie gave up one hell of a woman for the dirtiest, nastiest, man-whore she could find, and for that I am no longer going to help her get such a woman back in her good graces.
Would I comfort her? Of course, but I was playing for Dr. Erica Hahn’s team, no doubt.
Wait, no! Not like that!
I have a husband, for Christ’s sake!
As we watched the movie, I looked over to the blonde woman. Right now, she’s broken, but she’s strong, and oh, so, incredibly stubborn. Callie may not succeed in the wooing, but I think that it’ll be just fine.
Pairing: Callie/Erica
Rating: T
Disclaimer: All rights belong to ABC and Shonda Rhimes.
Summary: Bailey helps out Callie, or at least she's supposed to.
I walked past yet another on-call room, expecting to hear some more nasty doctors going at it, but I didn’t.
I heard sobs.
Gut-wrenching, painful sobs.
I stopped outside the door, debating whether or not I should go in. A few interns were staring at me, “What’re you lookin’ at?” I glared at the group.
They quickly went back to their work.
The Nazi is back, well, temporarily.
I knocked on the door, “I’m comin’ in,” and opened it.
I gasped at the sight of Torres sitting on the lower bunk, head in her hands, crying. Over the years, I’d come to know the strong, happy woman, and it wasn’t a sight she was likely to show around the hospital, especially after the O’Malley fiasco.
Quickly recovering, I sat down next to the woman, wrapping a small arm around her larger frame, “Hey, now…it’s all gonna be okay.”
She moved her arms emphatically, “No it’s not! She’s gone!”
Shit.
Hahn.
Fucker.
They only went on one date.
“Now, I don’t know what happened, but I can tell you that if she just left you, she’s not worth it.”
“Yes she is! She…I love her, Bailey.”
Apparently she liked the cuisine.
“Tell you what, I’ll go get Sloan to drive you home, and I’ll tell the Chief that you’re taking some personal time, and to cancel your surgeries for the rest of today.”
She nodded silently, tears still falling.
“Do you need anything else?”
She let out a weak, broken, “No, but thank you.”
I smiled, “No problem, Torres. Try to sleep while I go get Sloan.”
She nodded as I walked out.
I practically ran to plastics, and told the man to get her home, then picking up running again, going to the Chief’s office.
“Hello, Chief.”
“Dr. Bailey.”
“Dr. Torres will be going home for the rest of the day, Dr. Sloan will be driving her there, but he will return.”
“For what reason?”
“She needs some personal time.”
“Again, for what reason?”
I ignored the question, “Actually, Chief, I need to ask Dr. Hahn about a case I’m working on, could you maybe tell me how to reach her?”
He looked at his watch, “She’s in the air, Miranda. She won’t be able to answer any questions.”
“Oh, where to?”
“I can’t tell you that.”
“Chief, I have to talk to her for that case.”
“What case?”
“We have a kid, down in peds, and his parents are worried that he won’t be able to play soccer, which he loves. I just want to have her check it out.”
“Ask Yang, she’s practically the same as Hahn.”
“No, I want to ask Hahn. I’m not risking this kid’s happiness.”
“Bailey, I cannot tell you where Dr. Hahn is going!”
“Fine, but Torres still isn’t gonna be here for the rest of the day; cancel the rest of her surgeries.”
I walked out of his office, storming into an on-call room, grabbing my cell phone.
Adele.
“Hello?” Said her lovely voice.
“Hi, Adele, it’s Miranda.”
“Oh, Miranda! How’re you?”
“I’m looking for a favor, could you?”
“Depends.”
I went on to explain the situation with Hahn and Torres, “And that husband of yours won’t tell me where she is!”
Now, normally Adele was a woman to stand by her husband, no matter what, but in dealing with another woman who happened to be heart broken, the answer was always, “It’s already done.”
No more than a half hour later, I met Adele in the lobby. The two of us then made our way to the Chief’s office.
He smiled, “Adele, what’re you doing here?”
She didn’t answer. “Where’s Dr. Hahn?”
He was shell-shocked, and looked to me, “You called my wife?”
“I did, and she asked you something.”
The interrogation continued like that for ten minutes before he broke, “Mt. Sinai”
I groaned, “I have a child! I do not have the time to do these things!”
He was confused, “Of course you have a child. It’s a peds case.”
“No! Tuck! I can’t just leave him. What the hell is in New York City for Erica Hahn?”
“Walter Tapley”
Another groan, I looked to Adele, “What idiot would just leave for something like that?”
She shook her head, “I don’t know. This woman needs to get her priorities straight.”
Chief looked on in disbelief, “Walter Tapley offers you a job as Chief of Surgery, and you need your priorities straight?”
Adele raised an eyebrow, “If he offered you a job that would require leaving me standing here and never coming back, would you take it?”
Richard raised an eyebrow towards me, “You and Hahn…?”
“No!”
And then finally, it clicked.
“Hahn and Torres?”
I nodded.
“And you’re going to get Dr. Hahn, why?”
“Torres doesn’t deserve to have her heart broken…again.”
I nodded my head along with Adele.
That seemed to be an acceptable answer, because he nodded his head and said, “Her flight’ll be landing within the next few hours. You may have the next few days off.”
The two of us left the room, and I hugged her before we went our separate ways, “Pleasure doing business with you.”
She laughed, “Anytime, Miranda.”
After one excruciatingly long flight to the city, I made my way to the closest hotel to Mt. Sinai, and booked myself a room. The next day, I woke up at ten in the morning, and got ready for the day, making my way to the hospital.
I stopped at the front desk, “Could you tell me where the Chief of Surgery’s office is located?”
After being directed, I smiled, thanking the man, quickly making my way to her office.
I knocked, “Come in” her voice called.
I opened the door, “Boy, you sure do move fast.”
She was shocked at my presence, but recovered quickly, “And you are here because…?”
“Because, out of all the doctors at Seattle Grace, Torres is the only one that’s actually all around worth a damn. She doesn’t bring dramatics around me, and bother me with them, so I like that about her. One day, though, she asked me about you, and it was awkward, but eventually I answered. She was happy with you.”
“That still doesn’t answer my question.”
“I’m here because I found her, sobbing, in an on-call room.”
Her hard demeanor faltered.
It better.
“That’s right. I don’t know what the hell happened, but Torres doesn’t break all that easily, and you broke her.”
She looked me in the eye once again, “And neither do I.”
Then, I faltered, and I don’t do that often, but I collected myself just as fast. “Look, like I said, I have no clue what happened, but you need to fix it.”
“Why?”
I took a deep breath.
Torres is gonna kill me for this.
“She loves you.”
She rolled her eyes, “No shit, we were friends for how long? That’s how it works.”
“No. She loves you.”
God damn, these people are idiots.
Did they learn nothing in med school?
“Love?” She let out a laugh, “No, when you love someone you don’t sleep with Mark Sloan repeatedly.”
Of course the man-whore had something to do with this.
“You just need to…” I motioned with my hands, grasping for the words, “talk to Torres. You’ll understand then.”
“Dr. Bailey. I refuse to speak to Dr. Torres. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.”
“Just talk to her, it couldn’t-”
“Miranda!” She yelled at me, most definitely loud enough for the doctors outside of her office to hear, “The woman cheated on me with the man I watched her with for months! The man we fought about, even as friends! The man that could just have her like it was nothing! She was just another piece of meat to him! She can’t just all of a sudden say she loves me and expect it to be okay! It doesn’t work like that! Jesus! I’ve been in love with her for months, and if she wasn’t so busy fucking Sloan, she would’ve noticed!”
I finally looked at the woman before me; she was nowhere near the cold, feared doctor that stalked the halls back in Seattle. She was broken, and judging from what she just told me, Callie had been chipping away at her supposedly ice cold heart for months on end…this was just one final tap of the chisel against her heart. She couldn’t not leave; Stevens just gave her extra incentive-blind rage-so nothing could stop her…not even the pull of one Miss Calliope Torres.
“Erica, I…I’m sorry…If I knew, I would’ve kicked Torres’ ass before I left.”
She took a deep breath and tried to discreetly wipe her tears, “Its okay…I’ll be fine.”
I knew it was total bullshit, but Erica Hahn was nothing, if not determined.
“Tell you what, Hahn…you, me, and some John Wayne?”
She looked unsure.
“My Momma always said they were the cure for heartache…Personally, I think she just thought he was hot…either way, it worked.”
She nodded, smiling lightly, “Sounds good, Miranda.”
Many hours later, I was sitting on Erica Hahn’s couch-a place I never thought I would ever be-drinking wine, watching ‘The Searchers.’
A tipsy Erica Hahn was a funny thing. She was so completely different than Dr. Hahn, or Chief, as they call her at Mt. Sinai. More…loose, I guess…Makes me wonder if the first move was made between Callie and Erica under the influence.
Already having at least three glasses on myself, I suggested, “Why don’t you just drink straight from the bottle? It eliminates the middle man.”
She laughed lightly, “That’ll be the day.”
I laughed heartily at the reference. Torres was gonna have to win Hahn back on her own, because this wasn’t Erica’s fault in the slightest bit. This was just a case of “I can’t take it anymore,” so, yeah, she left. Callie gave up one hell of a woman for the dirtiest, nastiest, man-whore she could find, and for that I am no longer going to help her get such a woman back in her good graces.
Would I comfort her? Of course, but I was playing for Dr. Erica Hahn’s team, no doubt.
Wait, no! Not like that!
I have a husband, for Christ’s sake!
As we watched the movie, I looked over to the blonde woman. Right now, she’s broken, but she’s strong, and oh, so, incredibly stubborn. Callie may not succeed in the wooing, but I think that it’ll be just fine.