The Game Is On (2/?)
Title: The Game Is On (2/?)
Author: Saffinity (Jade)
Pairing: Callica, Callie/Erica, Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG-13. No smut just yet, but potential for some later on.
Summary: Peds, Ortho and Cardio in an elevator..
Disclaimer: I'm just "borrowing" the characters and setting. I do not own anything except the way in which these are placed on the page. Entertainment only, no profit involved, etc. Promise :)
A/N: Ok, so I had this written about a week and a half ago, but I’ve been crazy-busy. Anyway, let me know if this is still alright for continuing. I know the first few chapters are going past without much action, but I hoping to start writing longer chapters.. Unless you feel it’s better in these smaller chunks? I dunno.
Chapter 1 - community.livejournal.com/erica_callie/480896.html#cutid1
The Game Is On (2/?)
Callie and I are driving to work together. We went out last night and it got late so, as usual, Callie ended up crashing at my place. I love that she’s so comfortable in my home. There’s no awkward formalities. She just waltzes in and helps herself to my wine.
Usually we’ll end up snuggled in my bed, playfully tugging on the covers. It’s friendly, it’s comfortable, and neither one of us thinks anything of the way our legs entwine in our sleep. Or the way we drift off facing one another, heads always close because we’ve fallen asleep laughing about something or other.
Normally, I don’t care that her head makes it onto my pillow by morning. I don’t usually over-think the way I always hurry to silence the alarm, just so I can watch her peacefully for a minute or two.
Last night was not what usually happens.
Perhaps that’s because usually I haven’t spent days denying having feelings for her. Usually I wouldn’t have spent all evening with my eyes fixed on her ass, her lips, her eyes..
No, last night was not what usually happens.
Last night, when Callie reached my bedroom, I offered to make up the guest room. Hell, when she laughed it off, stating she didn’t even know I had a guest room, I even suggested I sleep there.
Since that night in the bar, I can’t help it; I just feel so conscientious around her. We meet for lunch at the hospital, and I have to force myself to look away from her full lips closing around the fork. And I’ve started feeling guilty; like I’m deceiving her in some way. Because if she knew the thoughts I’ve been having.. The dark, delicious thoughts.. I’m sure she wouldn’t be as keen to stand next to me in the lunch queue.
It’s like I’ve unlocked something that’s been festering for a while, something that’s always been simmering just below my level of consciousness.
And now I’m awake. I’m fully aware that I want Calliope Torres. Want, and perhaps need. Now that I’m conscious, I didn’t know if I could lie next to her and pretend that not touching her wasn’t killing me.
I couldn’t be certain that I could spend the night in such close proximity to the fantasy, without her being able to read the desire that my face would surely be riddled with.
So I turned away. When she undressed, I turned away. When she moved her head closer to mine on the pillow and tried to rekindle the missing conversation, I turned away. I physically rolled over and looked away.
She knew I was acting differently. From the moment she entered my house, she knew. And I knew she knew, because when I woke up this morning, I found her sleeping on the couch in the living room.
Callie and I have never been awkward with each other. As we quickly established, neither of us is particularly good at small talk or aimless conversations. Yet, despite this.. Or perhaps because of this.. We’ve never had a problem with each other. Our easy friendship, constant banter. It’s never been anything other than comfortable.
Now me and my stupid emotions had made Callie feel uncomfortable enough to remove herself from the situation.
I had to fix it, before it became a real problem. Because Callie, without any additional feelings I may be harbouring, is still Callie. She’s still the best friend I’ve ever had.
But how could I tell her the real reason I seemed so off-guard? That’d only damage things further. No. I wouldn’t tell her until I had to. So I’d just wait until Callie brought it up. She would do eventually.. Surely?
So here we are. I woke her, we grabbed coffee, and drove quietly to the hospital. As we pull into the parking lot, she finally asks,
“Did I do something to piss you off?”
I stay silent as I pull into an empty space and she says my name, presumably to gauge a reaction. I turn towards her casually, “What? You haven’t done anything.. We’re fine, aren’t we?”
Ok, so it’s a lame attempt at nonchalance, but still. She stares at me curiously and then sighs, turning to open her door,
“Whatever it is.. Because there is something, Erica.. I’m not stupid - You can’t look me in the eye, and so I know that we’re not fine. But you obviously can’t.. Or don’t want to talk about it right now. So I’ll trust you. And if it’s something I have done.. I’m really sorry.”
The look on her face is genuinely regretful, and I know she really is sorry, even though she doesn’t know if she should be. It makes me feel awful, knowing that I’ve caused it.
She grabs her coffee from the holder and gets out of the car. I follow moments later, and we make our way towards the front entrance. I know that we’re about to be thrown into the mass chaos that constantly seems to surround Seattle Grace, so I stop at one of the benches.
“Callie.” She stops too, and looks at me expectantly, “You haven’t.. Done anything. You didn’t do anything last night. I think I just drank too much or something. I just.. Got lost in my own head. It’s not you- Uh, you haven’t done anything.”
Technically it is her. And it’s not just something she’s done, as opposed to everything she does.
She beams at me and I’m hypnotised by her smile, the curve of her lips and the slight glimpse of her teeth.
“In your head?” She said, lightly, “You could’ve told me you’d gotten your period, you pissy bitch.” She laughs and I push at her shoulder, loving the rush of relief that flows through me.
When we step into the elevator, I don’t pay attention to the other participants; I’m too lost in Callie, andn the two of us slipping into our usual repartee. That is, until a chirpy voice sounds from the back, “Calliope Torres?”
Callie and I both turn to see a blonde at the back of the elevator. The smile that Callie had restored to my face quickly slips away when I see the woman reach for Callie’s hand.
“Arizona Robbins. I was just on my way to look for you. I need some help with a patient, and I heard you were the best.”
I watch as Callie takes the proffered hand and then the chart. She quickly skims over it and returns the smile, “Well, you heard right, Dr. Robbins.”
“Ah, modest too, I see..” Arizona jibes, but it’s obvious she’s joking, “And here I thought I’d just get another cocky resident.”
Their laughter makes me want to throw up.
“Well, I’ll be right there. Just let me change, ok?” Callie says, handing back the chart.
On closer inspection, I see the woman has animals on her lab coat.
Peds.
Oh God, that explains so much. Nobody is that upbeat without having to be.
She wears a stupidly wide grin, directed only at Callie, and before she leaves the elevator, she touches Callie’s arm casually, almost the way I did the other night. Again, to Callie, it’s merely a friendly gesture. But her and I both know she’s actually letting me know that she wants to win too.
That stupid smirk grows and she says, “Looking forward to working with you.”
She doesn’t look back, as she says, “Dr. Hahn. Pleasure as always.”
Author: Saffinity (Jade)
Pairing: Callica, Callie/Erica, Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG-13. No smut just yet, but potential for some later on.
Summary: Peds, Ortho and Cardio in an elevator..
Disclaimer: I'm just "borrowing" the characters and setting. I do not own anything except the way in which these are placed on the page. Entertainment only, no profit involved, etc. Promise :)
A/N: Ok, so I had this written about a week and a half ago, but I’ve been crazy-busy. Anyway, let me know if this is still alright for continuing. I know the first few chapters are going past without much action, but I hoping to start writing longer chapters.. Unless you feel it’s better in these smaller chunks? I dunno.
Chapter 1 - community.livejournal.com/erica_callie/480896.html#cutid1
The Game Is On (2/?)
Callie and I are driving to work together. We went out last night and it got late so, as usual, Callie ended up crashing at my place. I love that she’s so comfortable in my home. There’s no awkward formalities. She just waltzes in and helps herself to my wine.
Usually we’ll end up snuggled in my bed, playfully tugging on the covers. It’s friendly, it’s comfortable, and neither one of us thinks anything of the way our legs entwine in our sleep. Or the way we drift off facing one another, heads always close because we’ve fallen asleep laughing about something or other.
Normally, I don’t care that her head makes it onto my pillow by morning. I don’t usually over-think the way I always hurry to silence the alarm, just so I can watch her peacefully for a minute or two.
Last night was not what usually happens.
Perhaps that’s because usually I haven’t spent days denying having feelings for her. Usually I wouldn’t have spent all evening with my eyes fixed on her ass, her lips, her eyes..
No, last night was not what usually happens.
Last night, when Callie reached my bedroom, I offered to make up the guest room. Hell, when she laughed it off, stating she didn’t even know I had a guest room, I even suggested I sleep there.
Since that night in the bar, I can’t help it; I just feel so conscientious around her. We meet for lunch at the hospital, and I have to force myself to look away from her full lips closing around the fork. And I’ve started feeling guilty; like I’m deceiving her in some way. Because if she knew the thoughts I’ve been having.. The dark, delicious thoughts.. I’m sure she wouldn’t be as keen to stand next to me in the lunch queue.
It’s like I’ve unlocked something that’s been festering for a while, something that’s always been simmering just below my level of consciousness.
And now I’m awake. I’m fully aware that I want Calliope Torres. Want, and perhaps need. Now that I’m conscious, I didn’t know if I could lie next to her and pretend that not touching her wasn’t killing me.
I couldn’t be certain that I could spend the night in such close proximity to the fantasy, without her being able to read the desire that my face would surely be riddled with.
So I turned away. When she undressed, I turned away. When she moved her head closer to mine on the pillow and tried to rekindle the missing conversation, I turned away. I physically rolled over and looked away.
She knew I was acting differently. From the moment she entered my house, she knew. And I knew she knew, because when I woke up this morning, I found her sleeping on the couch in the living room.
Callie and I have never been awkward with each other. As we quickly established, neither of us is particularly good at small talk or aimless conversations. Yet, despite this.. Or perhaps because of this.. We’ve never had a problem with each other. Our easy friendship, constant banter. It’s never been anything other than comfortable.
Now me and my stupid emotions had made Callie feel uncomfortable enough to remove herself from the situation.
I had to fix it, before it became a real problem. Because Callie, without any additional feelings I may be harbouring, is still Callie. She’s still the best friend I’ve ever had.
But how could I tell her the real reason I seemed so off-guard? That’d only damage things further. No. I wouldn’t tell her until I had to. So I’d just wait until Callie brought it up. She would do eventually.. Surely?
So here we are. I woke her, we grabbed coffee, and drove quietly to the hospital. As we pull into the parking lot, she finally asks,
“Did I do something to piss you off?”
I stay silent as I pull into an empty space and she says my name, presumably to gauge a reaction. I turn towards her casually, “What? You haven’t done anything.. We’re fine, aren’t we?”
Ok, so it’s a lame attempt at nonchalance, but still. She stares at me curiously and then sighs, turning to open her door,
“Whatever it is.. Because there is something, Erica.. I’m not stupid - You can’t look me in the eye, and so I know that we’re not fine. But you obviously can’t.. Or don’t want to talk about it right now. So I’ll trust you. And if it’s something I have done.. I’m really sorry.”
The look on her face is genuinely regretful, and I know she really is sorry, even though she doesn’t know if she should be. It makes me feel awful, knowing that I’ve caused it.
She grabs her coffee from the holder and gets out of the car. I follow moments later, and we make our way towards the front entrance. I know that we’re about to be thrown into the mass chaos that constantly seems to surround Seattle Grace, so I stop at one of the benches.
“Callie.” She stops too, and looks at me expectantly, “You haven’t.. Done anything. You didn’t do anything last night. I think I just drank too much or something. I just.. Got lost in my own head. It’s not you- Uh, you haven’t done anything.”
Technically it is her. And it’s not just something she’s done, as opposed to everything she does.
She beams at me and I’m hypnotised by her smile, the curve of her lips and the slight glimpse of her teeth.
“In your head?” She said, lightly, “You could’ve told me you’d gotten your period, you pissy bitch.” She laughs and I push at her shoulder, loving the rush of relief that flows through me.
When we step into the elevator, I don’t pay attention to the other participants; I’m too lost in Callie, andn the two of us slipping into our usual repartee. That is, until a chirpy voice sounds from the back, “Calliope Torres?”
Callie and I both turn to see a blonde at the back of the elevator. The smile that Callie had restored to my face quickly slips away when I see the woman reach for Callie’s hand.
“Arizona Robbins. I was just on my way to look for you. I need some help with a patient, and I heard you were the best.”
I watch as Callie takes the proffered hand and then the chart. She quickly skims over it and returns the smile, “Well, you heard right, Dr. Robbins.”
“Ah, modest too, I see..” Arizona jibes, but it’s obvious she’s joking, “And here I thought I’d just get another cocky resident.”
Their laughter makes me want to throw up.
“Well, I’ll be right there. Just let me change, ok?” Callie says, handing back the chart.
On closer inspection, I see the woman has animals on her lab coat.
Peds.
Oh God, that explains so much. Nobody is that upbeat without having to be.
She wears a stupidly wide grin, directed only at Callie, and before she leaves the elevator, she touches Callie’s arm casually, almost the way I did the other night. Again, to Callie, it’s merely a friendly gesture. But her and I both know she’s actually letting me know that she wants to win too.
That stupid smirk grows and she says, “Looking forward to working with you.”
She doesn’t look back, as she says, “Dr. Hahn. Pleasure as always.”