Johns Hopkins T-Shirt
Title: Johns Hopkins T-Shirt
Pairings: Callie/Erica, Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Author's Note 1: So this is my first fic that I've ever written, so please be kind.
Author's Noter 2: This was written for the promt Callie/Arizona: Johns Hopkins T-Shirt at ga_angst_battle. I know it's a Callie/Arizona prompt, so I hope that it's ok to post it here.
It’s been such a long day that all I want to do is go home, take a long bath and put one some comfortable clothes to go to bed. That’s just what I plan to do when I walk through the door of the apartment that I share with Cristina. Thank God that she is still on because I don’t think that I could deal with anyone right now, even if they are incapable of “girl speak”. Speaking of “girl speak”, that’s the last thing I want to think about. The last thing I want to think about right now is girls or at least one girl. Arizona Robbins.
We started out a little bit awkward with the kiss in Joe’s bathroom, then the weeks of her calling me a baby because I had only been in one lesbian relationship. What does she know?! We finally decided to go out a few times and I had fun. She’s fun to be around and I enjoy her company. Things moved forward a little and I was alright with that and that things were going slow. I wasn’t entirely over Erica, so I didn’t want to go too fast.
So we’ve been dating for about four months now and the little things I used to think were cute about her aren’t very cute anymore. She’s perky all the time, and for a person who generally doesn’t like people, that doesn’t really work very well. She smiles all the time and I understand she has to smile for her patients because they’re kids, but I’m not a kid and sometimes I just don’t want to be happy all the time. And I used to think that crying when she was angry was cute, but I don’t anymore. I’ve seen her cry at me enough these past months to know when to head the other direction when she is anywhere near tears.
So that’s why she is the last thing I want to think about. So I don’t think about her. I walk into my bathroom and let the water run to the hottest degree and fill the bathtub as much as I can without worrying that it will overflow when I step in. I strip my clothes and leave them in a pile to be picked up later. My limbs feel so good when I get in that I stay until the water starts to chill and then grab a huge towel to wrap around my body before stepping out and draining the tub. My body is instantly chilled when my bare feet touch the cool tile of the floor and I hurry to walk to my room to stand on the small space rug that I have next to my bed. I put the rug there because I hate putting my feet directly on the floor first thing when I wake up because the hardwood floors get so cold during the night.
I stand staring at the bed in front of me. In the four months that Arizona and I have been dating, there have only been a few times that we’ve stayed here and in this bed. It’s never my decision where we go and I’ve never really thought about it until right now. Maybe it’s because Cristina is here but I’m not sure. While staring at the bed, I notice the box that’s under it and the corner is sticking out. It’s a box that I haven’t taken out in a while. I kneel beside the bad, making sure my towel is secure, and pull the box out to place it on the bed and sit beside it. This box used to come out every night and I would go through the contents as carefully as I would check over a surgery site to make sure everything was finished properly.
The box contained everything that reminded me of the blonde that I’m no longer with and things that I didn’t want to blonde that I am with now finding. I take out a picture and stare at into blue eyes that I haven’t seen or been able to look into in so long. Arizona’s eyes are blue, but nothing like the ones I used to want to stare into for hours on end. It was a beautiful picture that Erica had been so mad at me for taking. We had gone to the park to just sit and eat lunch. I brought my camera because I could never get enough pictures of her and I pulled to camera out without her know and snapped to picture. She had finally agreed to let me keep it on the camera and I had it printed to next day and kept it by my bed.
I continued to rifle through the rest of the stuff and then I remembered that I was still in my towel. I stood up and went to the dresser to pick out some comfortable clothes and then hop into bed. Opening the top drawer I pulled out a pair of boyshorts and boxers then dug in the back of the drawer, behind everything else and pulled out a balled up, old grey shirt with the Johns Hopkins logo almost all the way washed off. I opened the shirt and pressed it to my face. If I sniffed hard enough, I could almost still smell her and that calmed me a bit. I pulled the shirt over my head and felt a little better about the day.
When I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water, I heard a knock at the front door. For a moment my mind went away from me and I wished that it could be the blonde of my dreams. When I opened the door though, it was the wrong blonde.
“I’m sorry,” Arizona said before I could say anything.
“I really can’t do this right now,” I tried to make her get the hint that I didn’t want to see her, but she didn’t seem to get it.
“I think that we have to. Calliope, we have to talk about this before it gets worse. You said yourself that you’re not very good at communicating and that was one of the reasons that Erica left.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about. I just don’t want to talk to you right now. So I would like you to go and I want to just go to sleep.”
“Calliope…” she started but I cut her off.
“How many times have I told you not to call me that? I don’t care if you have a thing against nicknames or whatever. I don’t like it! My name is Callie! Don’t call me that!” I yelled at her. I know I was being a bit harsh, but that was another one of those things that used to be cute, but I really hate my full name.
“Okay, Callie. Can we talk? I don’t want to fight with you and it seems like all we do anymore is fight” she pleaded.
She was right. All we did lately was fight and I don’t even know what I’m fighting for. Yes, I enjoy spending time with her but, is it worth putting myself through this? I don’t think it is anymore.
“I thought you went to Harvard,” she said pulling me out of my own head. While I was thinking about us, she must have had the chance to see my t-shirt. Oops.
“I did,” I answered, trying to sound like I didn’t know what she was talking about. I’ll just say it’s a friend’s because I never told her that Erica went to Johns Hopkins.
“Why do you have a Johns Hopkins t-shirt, then?” she asked.
“It’s a friend’s. She let me borrow it a long time ago and I just never gave it back,” I lied.
By judging the look on her face, I thought that she had bought the story until her face went pale. A hurt look came over her eyes as realization passed over her.
“Why are you wearing that shirt? Callio…Callie, I thought we were heading somewhere. I thought that we were starting something. I know that Erica went to Johns Hopkins. And I’m pretty sure that she’s the only one that’s worked at Seattle Grace that went there aside from Preston Burke. I’m assuming that it’s not his shirt.”
I could hear the hurt in her voice and I knew I was the reason for it being there, but there wasn’t anything that I could do to change that. I don’t feel the way that I should about her and I don’t want to hurt her more by leading her on. I just don’t know how to tell her that.
“I don’t know what to tell you , Arizona. I don’t know what you want to hear. I’m pretty sure I can’t tell you what you want to hear.”
“Just say what you need to say! Tell me what you’re feeling,” she cried. She was crying again and I’m more it’s a mixture of anger and pain.
“I don’t think we should see each other anymore. I can’t feel the same way about you as you do for me. I really like you and enjoy spending time together, but I don’t think we should take this any further,” I say in the calmest voice I can muster.
She stares at me for a moment, then turns without a word to leave. I don’t try to stop her because there isn’t anything that I can say to make her feel better and there’s nothing that she can say that can change my mind. I close the front door and walk to my room. I finally curl up in my bed with that Johns Hopkins t-shirt on and fall asleep.
Pairings: Callie/Erica, Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Author's Note 1: So this is my first fic that I've ever written, so please be kind.
Author's Noter 2: This was written for the promt Callie/Arizona: Johns Hopkins T-Shirt at ga_angst_battle. I know it's a Callie/Arizona prompt, so I hope that it's ok to post it here.
It’s been such a long day that all I want to do is go home, take a long bath and put one some comfortable clothes to go to bed. That’s just what I plan to do when I walk through the door of the apartment that I share with Cristina. Thank God that she is still on because I don’t think that I could deal with anyone right now, even if they are incapable of “girl speak”. Speaking of “girl speak”, that’s the last thing I want to think about. The last thing I want to think about right now is girls or at least one girl. Arizona Robbins.
We started out a little bit awkward with the kiss in Joe’s bathroom, then the weeks of her calling me a baby because I had only been in one lesbian relationship. What does she know?! We finally decided to go out a few times and I had fun. She’s fun to be around and I enjoy her company. Things moved forward a little and I was alright with that and that things were going slow. I wasn’t entirely over Erica, so I didn’t want to go too fast.
So we’ve been dating for about four months now and the little things I used to think were cute about her aren’t very cute anymore. She’s perky all the time, and for a person who generally doesn’t like people, that doesn’t really work very well. She smiles all the time and I understand she has to smile for her patients because they’re kids, but I’m not a kid and sometimes I just don’t want to be happy all the time. And I used to think that crying when she was angry was cute, but I don’t anymore. I’ve seen her cry at me enough these past months to know when to head the other direction when she is anywhere near tears.
So that’s why she is the last thing I want to think about. So I don’t think about her. I walk into my bathroom and let the water run to the hottest degree and fill the bathtub as much as I can without worrying that it will overflow when I step in. I strip my clothes and leave them in a pile to be picked up later. My limbs feel so good when I get in that I stay until the water starts to chill and then grab a huge towel to wrap around my body before stepping out and draining the tub. My body is instantly chilled when my bare feet touch the cool tile of the floor and I hurry to walk to my room to stand on the small space rug that I have next to my bed. I put the rug there because I hate putting my feet directly on the floor first thing when I wake up because the hardwood floors get so cold during the night.
I stand staring at the bed in front of me. In the four months that Arizona and I have been dating, there have only been a few times that we’ve stayed here and in this bed. It’s never my decision where we go and I’ve never really thought about it until right now. Maybe it’s because Cristina is here but I’m not sure. While staring at the bed, I notice the box that’s under it and the corner is sticking out. It’s a box that I haven’t taken out in a while. I kneel beside the bad, making sure my towel is secure, and pull the box out to place it on the bed and sit beside it. This box used to come out every night and I would go through the contents as carefully as I would check over a surgery site to make sure everything was finished properly.
The box contained everything that reminded me of the blonde that I’m no longer with and things that I didn’t want to blonde that I am with now finding. I take out a picture and stare at into blue eyes that I haven’t seen or been able to look into in so long. Arizona’s eyes are blue, but nothing like the ones I used to want to stare into for hours on end. It was a beautiful picture that Erica had been so mad at me for taking. We had gone to the park to just sit and eat lunch. I brought my camera because I could never get enough pictures of her and I pulled to camera out without her know and snapped to picture. She had finally agreed to let me keep it on the camera and I had it printed to next day and kept it by my bed.
I continued to rifle through the rest of the stuff and then I remembered that I was still in my towel. I stood up and went to the dresser to pick out some comfortable clothes and then hop into bed. Opening the top drawer I pulled out a pair of boyshorts and boxers then dug in the back of the drawer, behind everything else and pulled out a balled up, old grey shirt with the Johns Hopkins logo almost all the way washed off. I opened the shirt and pressed it to my face. If I sniffed hard enough, I could almost still smell her and that calmed me a bit. I pulled the shirt over my head and felt a little better about the day.
When I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water, I heard a knock at the front door. For a moment my mind went away from me and I wished that it could be the blonde of my dreams. When I opened the door though, it was the wrong blonde.
“I’m sorry,” Arizona said before I could say anything.
“I really can’t do this right now,” I tried to make her get the hint that I didn’t want to see her, but she didn’t seem to get it.
“I think that we have to. Calliope, we have to talk about this before it gets worse. You said yourself that you’re not very good at communicating and that was one of the reasons that Erica left.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about. I just don’t want to talk to you right now. So I would like you to go and I want to just go to sleep.”
“Calliope…” she started but I cut her off.
“How many times have I told you not to call me that? I don’t care if you have a thing against nicknames or whatever. I don’t like it! My name is Callie! Don’t call me that!” I yelled at her. I know I was being a bit harsh, but that was another one of those things that used to be cute, but I really hate my full name.
“Okay, Callie. Can we talk? I don’t want to fight with you and it seems like all we do anymore is fight” she pleaded.
She was right. All we did lately was fight and I don’t even know what I’m fighting for. Yes, I enjoy spending time with her but, is it worth putting myself through this? I don’t think it is anymore.
“I thought you went to Harvard,” she said pulling me out of my own head. While I was thinking about us, she must have had the chance to see my t-shirt. Oops.
“I did,” I answered, trying to sound like I didn’t know what she was talking about. I’ll just say it’s a friend’s because I never told her that Erica went to Johns Hopkins.
“Why do you have a Johns Hopkins t-shirt, then?” she asked.
“It’s a friend’s. She let me borrow it a long time ago and I just never gave it back,” I lied.
By judging the look on her face, I thought that she had bought the story until her face went pale. A hurt look came over her eyes as realization passed over her.
“Why are you wearing that shirt? Callio…Callie, I thought we were heading somewhere. I thought that we were starting something. I know that Erica went to Johns Hopkins. And I’m pretty sure that she’s the only one that’s worked at Seattle Grace that went there aside from Preston Burke. I’m assuming that it’s not his shirt.”
I could hear the hurt in her voice and I knew I was the reason for it being there, but there wasn’t anything that I could do to change that. I don’t feel the way that I should about her and I don’t want to hurt her more by leading her on. I just don’t know how to tell her that.
“I don’t know what to tell you , Arizona. I don’t know what you want to hear. I’m pretty sure I can’t tell you what you want to hear.”
“Just say what you need to say! Tell me what you’re feeling,” she cried. She was crying again and I’m more it’s a mixture of anger and pain.
“I don’t think we should see each other anymore. I can’t feel the same way about you as you do for me. I really like you and enjoy spending time together, but I don’t think we should take this any further,” I say in the calmest voice I can muster.
She stares at me for a moment, then turns without a word to leave. I don’t try to stop her because there isn’t anything that I can say to make her feel better and there’s nothing that she can say that can change my mind. I close the front door and walk to my room. I finally curl up in my bed with that Johns Hopkins t-shirt on and fall asleep.