Doctors don't make promises, do they? (Callie/Erica, 7/?)
Title: Doctors don’t make promises, do they?
Author: Nelfy
Characters: Callie Torres, Erica Hahn, Callica ship, slight mentions of Mark, Christina and Addison
Summary: This fanfic shows what happened during the season 4 finale and goes further to explore the relationship between Callie and Erica.
Spoilers: Starts with the season 4 finale
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters belong to ABC and Shonda Rhimes
Author’s Note: Callie’s POV, still working on her plan. I enjoy writing that, you enjoy reading it??
Previous chapters: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six
Chapter Seven - Heroes and Friends
After we had eaten lunch, we talked about cement boy and his case, pondering over all the medical details and whether the Chief would publish an article about our work. Erica loved to be published, so she would prefer writing the article by herself, but I reminded her that she needed to step back and let the Chief decide who would get to write the article. At 5 o’clock, Erica decided to shower and change for dinner, leaving me enough time to make some calls.
As soon as I heard the water run, I called Cristina to get the second part of my plan into action.
“Yeah?” Great, Cristina was her friendly and happy self, as usual.
“Hey. Are you at home later?” I tried to sound casual, hoping that Cristina would not start asking any questions.
“Yeah, Meredith is here right now, but she’ll go out to dinner soon, so I’ll be here alone. Where were you last night anyways?”
“I stayed at Erica’s place, we had a few things to discuss.” Little white lies that I better get used to.
“Did she tell you about the Chief and how he dressed her down?” Shit. I heard Cristina snicker, then she caught herself and, since I hadn’t said anything, asked “Callie, you still there? I gather she hasn’t told you about that.”
“What happened?”
Clearly, Cristina loved this, as she drew out her response. “Well, the chief told her that she had to teach me or she had to find another workplace, because he wouldn’t accept her behavior. And then he said some stuff about residents being puppies. You felt like a puppy lately?” Shit, shit, shit. This could seriously mess up my plans. I sighed, then realised that Cristina had actually said puppies.
“What? Why are we puppies? What the heck?”
“Well, apparently we are eager and want to be petted.” Sometimes I just had to laugh about the Chief’s attempts at philosophy.
“I guess your chances at getting petted by Attila the Hahn are way better than mine, but I would still appreciate it if she actually let me hold a scalpel every now and then”. God, Cristina knows something. I let her comment slide, changing back to the initial topic.
“Actually, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about later. So, if you are at home then we can discuss this, okay? I prefer doing this in person.”
“Hey, that’s fine with me. As long as I get in on her surgeries, I’ll do what you tell me to” I smiled. Cristina didn’t have a clue what I was planning on doing, but I knew that she would not be disrespectful towards Erica in front of her again. She was way too smart for that.
“Okay, good. Then I’ll see you later! Bye!”
“Bye” I hung up, grinning at how well my plan was working out. The fact that Erica hadn’t mentioned her run-in with the Chief wasn’t exactly great, but I knew that if I tried hard enough I would break through her barriers of stubbornness.
I decided to make reservations at the Thai place, securing one of the best tables, which was slightly secluded and therefore would allow us enough privacy during dinner. The last call for today would be Addison, as Erica would soon be finished with her shower.
“Hey stranger. Is there this major time difference between us that makes it impossible for you to call?”
“Hi Callie. I’m sorry, I know I’m a horrible friend. I delivered seven babies in the last two weeks, two sets of twins. I swear to god, I have never even spent half the time that I spend with my patients here in the practise with my intensive care patients in the hospital. How’s Mark? Are you still wearing him out?”
“What? I doubt that I could wear Mark out.”
“I’ve heard different things.” I gasped, since when did gossip travel to different cities?
“Who said that I am wearing Mark out? That’s so not true. He didn’t complain once.”
“Well, Mark told me that you have quite an appetite. He told me that he had never had that much sex within a week.” I grinned, knowing very well that the thoughts of Erica had made me slightly insatiable.
“How come you talk to Mark about my sex life but you don’t have the time to talk to me about my feelings?”
“Well, he tells me the truth and you just deny it. That’s why I talk to him about you. He’s my way of finding out whether you are doing okay.” Aw. Even though Mark and Addison’s relationship was strained, their friendships with me was able to get them talking.
“You didn’t even immediately deny that you are denying the truth. What happened?”
“Well, I realised that you were right. Erica and I do look like a couple, so why not try it. I kissed her, yesterday. But it was different than when she kissed me in front of Mark. It was just us, you know?”
“You really like her. I’m glad that you realised that you like her, life is too short to waste time with meaningless sex. Have you started wearing her out?” Addison chuckled, she always loved to tease me.
“Hey! Number one, meaningless sex does not equal wasted time, you should know that. You know, been there, done that? As much as I hate admitting it, but Mark really knows what he’s doing!” I had to defend his honor her, seeing that Addison had given up on him so easily.
Addison laughed again, then asked “What’s number two? Erica has a matching appetite?”
I groaned and felt my cheeks grow hot. I was blushing over a phone conversation. “I don’t know anything about her appetite, we are taking it slow. Rushing things hasn’t done me any favors.”
“Good for you! Even though I’m surprised that you haven’t jumped each others bones weeks ago in the hospital. You should have seen your face when Erica removed that hair from your lip gloss. Priceless!” I groaned again, humiliated by the memory. Erica’s touch had made me tingle all over, unable to move.
“Are you just going to tease me? Because if you are, then I’m going to hang up.”
“Why, do you have anything better to do then let me tease you?” During Addison’s question, Erica had entered the living room, dressed to kill in fitting black pants and a fiery red shirt that showed a bit of her cleavage. I just stared at her, unable to put my appreciation into words. Erica looked hot, there was simply no other way to put it. Her hair was curly, a style she rarely wore because it made her look softer. It definitely made my knees go soft and I was glad that I was already sitting on the sofa, because I would probably have fallen over staring at her.
“Callie? Are you still there? Callie? Hello?” I realised that Addison was still talking, so I drew my eyes away from Erica to be able to form a coherent sentence.
“Yeah, I’m sorry. Still here. I’m taking Erica out to dinner, so I gotta go now. We’ll talk later, okay?”
“Yeah, okay. Have a nice evening and send her my regards. Bye”
“I will. Bye.” I turned to Erica again, still unable to tell her how much I liked her outfit. Erica just smiled sheepishly, aware of the fact that her entrance had rendered me speechless.
“You… ahem, you look stunning.” I cleared my throat, remembering Addison’s words. “Addison sends her regards.” Erica smiled at me, thanking me and then stretching out her hand towards mine. “Are you ready to go?” I took her hand, silently following her to the door.
We were quiet in the car, mostly because I was still unable to really say anything meaningful. I stole sideways glances at Erica, appreciating how her blond hair shone against her red shirt. The shirt was a tight fit, giving away enough for me to imagine what she would look like without it on. Erica looked completely calm, which bothered me a bit. I needed to have at least some control over her for what I was planning on doing. If everything else failed, I would trade sex and dates for surgeries. I just wasn’t sure whether my friendship with Cristina was worth that.
I definitely needed to find something similarly amazing to wear tonight. While I pondered over my choices of what to wear, Erica was already pulling up in front of the apartment building. Well, now or never, if I wanted to wrap her around my finger I needed to do it right now.
Erica turned off the motor so I leaned over, taking her face into my hands and kissing her lightly. “I don’t think I really told you how amazing you look. You turned down my brain functions.” I leaned back slightly, trading my fingers through her curls. “I love your hair that way. Just for future reference - I expect you to wear it like that to every single one of our dates.” I smiled at her, kissing her again. I felt her sigh against my mouth, allowing me to suck in her lower lip. If that didn’t do the trick, then nothing would work. “Come on, lets get inside.”
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A/N: To quote Sara “Something’s gonna go down.” :D
Am I explaining and describing too much? I’m really taking my time with this, but if it is boring you, please tell me! I’m not sure whether I have found the balance between describing situations and real action yet.