3 Callica Song Inspired Drabbles
Title: 3 Callica Song Inspired Drabbles
Author: Saffinity (Jade)
Pairing: Callica, Callie/Erica
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Just a few Song-Inspired Drabbles. Maybe more to come.
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: I was sat on a train, listening to my iPod and I got a little bored so I grabbed my notebook, stuck it on Shuffle and wrote out a few drabbles. I don't know if anyone is still reading these, but don't expect them to be very good.. I was just in one of those moods. I didn't think I would post them, but I've been refreshing the community homepage for a while and nothing is coming up so I'm hoping this satisfies my Callica cravings ;) They're all set in different Callica-Universes so I'm sorry if you get confused..
Why Can't I - Liz Phair
You've been seeing that new Peds surgeon, even though you know there's so much more between you and I. It's my own damn fault - I pushed you away. I fought against you in order to stay faithful. Callie, you know I can't leave him. You don't just throw away 5 years. You're supposed to work through the rough patches, you're supposed to resist temptation. But, Cal, you're not temptation. I don't feel tempted. I feel compelled. Physically, emotionally.. I feel like I should be by your side. And I want to be.. Because looking in your eyes, I know that I feel more for you than I have for him in all our years together. I can't breathe around you; my face gets flushed and I trip over my words. No, you don't feel like temptation, Torres. You feel like I'm coming home.
How To Save A Life - The Fray
They said it was a simple surgery. I believed them. She said she'd do it herself, Callie's best friend.. She said it would be okay. I believed her. Now she's looking at me with those guarded eyes, full of tears she refuses to shed. Calliope told me she'd met someone. Someone whose eyes shone a brighter blue than could ever be imagined. She mentioned soft blonde hair that always smelled fresh. She never said it was male, but I assumed. Now, though, I know this "friend" is a lot more.. Was a lot more to Calliope. This was her someone special. And by the look on Ms Hahn's face, Calliope was her someone special too.
"Why did you give up trying? She could've come back, it happens. I've seen it!" My husband's voice beside me is tainted by emotion he is struggling to control. He's not really angry. He just doesn't know how to feel it just yet.
Erica's voice is quiet and broken when she says, "Believe me.. I would've stayed up all night if I'd known how to save her life."
She finally cries, and I believe her words, her tears. This hurts her just as much as it hurts us.
Wish I Was Over You - Jo O'Meara
Returning to Seattle is a risky move on my part. It's been months since we last spoke, and you could easily just refuse to speak to me. I don't call you, because I'm frightened of you hanging up. I don't turn up on your doorstep, because that wouldn't be fair to you. You'd have no warning, and nowhere to run. I opt for Joe's Bar. I spend a night there early in the week and with the exception of a few junior nurses, I see nobody from the hospital. A few nights later, I return to find a few of the residents. The corner table I've chosen means I can see the majority of the bar, without drawing much attention to myself.
I hear you before I see you. The laugh I used to know so well. It's almost enough to make me close my eyes and just sit.. But that's not what I came here for. I came here to apologise, to talk everything over.. To finally tell you that I've loved you from the very beginning, and that if you want me.. I'm here to stay. I've been offered a great position at Seattle Presbyterian, and that I know we could be happy if you only give us a chance.
But I see the blonde in your arms on the dancefloor. She's fresh-faced and slender and she seems to make you light up. You move against one another as though you've been dancing together for weeks. Perhaps more. And something about the way you whisper close to her ear, or drop a light kiss on her neck tells me that you're more than just good friends..
I'm a little jealous, I admit.. But you look good, Cal. You look happy and that's enough for me to leave you alone. It's enough for me to pay my tab and exit the bar. Exit Seattle.
I know you've found a kind of joy and I'm pleased for you.. I really am.. I just wish I was over you.
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A/N2: I tend to write these sorts of things when I'm lacking fic ideas / inspiration. I'll post a chapter to 'The Game Is On' when I get aroudn to writing it. Until then.. Requests are good. Whether they're in the form of song prompts or storyline based prompts, or setting prompts.. Just comment/message me and I'll get to posting it.. It'd really help with my block. Thanks.
Author: Saffinity (Jade)
Pairing: Callica, Callie/Erica
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Just a few Song-Inspired Drabbles. Maybe more to come.
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: I was sat on a train, listening to my iPod and I got a little bored so I grabbed my notebook, stuck it on Shuffle and wrote out a few drabbles. I don't know if anyone is still reading these, but don't expect them to be very good.. I was just in one of those moods. I didn't think I would post them, but I've been refreshing the community homepage for a while and nothing is coming up so I'm hoping this satisfies my Callica cravings ;) They're all set in different Callica-Universes so I'm sorry if you get confused..
Why Can't I - Liz Phair
You've been seeing that new Peds surgeon, even though you know there's so much more between you and I. It's my own damn fault - I pushed you away. I fought against you in order to stay faithful. Callie, you know I can't leave him. You don't just throw away 5 years. You're supposed to work through the rough patches, you're supposed to resist temptation. But, Cal, you're not temptation. I don't feel tempted. I feel compelled. Physically, emotionally.. I feel like I should be by your side. And I want to be.. Because looking in your eyes, I know that I feel more for you than I have for him in all our years together. I can't breathe around you; my face gets flushed and I trip over my words. No, you don't feel like temptation, Torres. You feel like I'm coming home.
How To Save A Life - The Fray
They said it was a simple surgery. I believed them. She said she'd do it herself, Callie's best friend.. She said it would be okay. I believed her. Now she's looking at me with those guarded eyes, full of tears she refuses to shed. Calliope told me she'd met someone. Someone whose eyes shone a brighter blue than could ever be imagined. She mentioned soft blonde hair that always smelled fresh. She never said it was male, but I assumed. Now, though, I know this "friend" is a lot more.. Was a lot more to Calliope. This was her someone special. And by the look on Ms Hahn's face, Calliope was her someone special too.
"Why did you give up trying? She could've come back, it happens. I've seen it!" My husband's voice beside me is tainted by emotion he is struggling to control. He's not really angry. He just doesn't know how to feel it just yet.
Erica's voice is quiet and broken when she says, "Believe me.. I would've stayed up all night if I'd known how to save her life."
She finally cries, and I believe her words, her tears. This hurts her just as much as it hurts us.
Wish I Was Over You - Jo O'Meara
Returning to Seattle is a risky move on my part. It's been months since we last spoke, and you could easily just refuse to speak to me. I don't call you, because I'm frightened of you hanging up. I don't turn up on your doorstep, because that wouldn't be fair to you. You'd have no warning, and nowhere to run. I opt for Joe's Bar. I spend a night there early in the week and with the exception of a few junior nurses, I see nobody from the hospital. A few nights later, I return to find a few of the residents. The corner table I've chosen means I can see the majority of the bar, without drawing much attention to myself.
I hear you before I see you. The laugh I used to know so well. It's almost enough to make me close my eyes and just sit.. But that's not what I came here for. I came here to apologise, to talk everything over.. To finally tell you that I've loved you from the very beginning, and that if you want me.. I'm here to stay. I've been offered a great position at Seattle Presbyterian, and that I know we could be happy if you only give us a chance.
But I see the blonde in your arms on the dancefloor. She's fresh-faced and slender and she seems to make you light up. You move against one another as though you've been dancing together for weeks. Perhaps more. And something about the way you whisper close to her ear, or drop a light kiss on her neck tells me that you're more than just good friends..
I'm a little jealous, I admit.. But you look good, Cal. You look happy and that's enough for me to leave you alone. It's enough for me to pay my tab and exit the bar. Exit Seattle.
I know you've found a kind of joy and I'm pleased for you.. I really am.. I just wish I was over you.
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A/N2: I tend to write these sorts of things when I'm lacking fic ideas / inspiration. I'll post a chapter to 'The Game Is On' when I get aroudn to writing it. Until then.. Requests are good. Whether they're in the form of song prompts or storyline based prompts, or setting prompts.. Just comment/message me and I'll get to posting it.. It'd really help with my block. Thanks.