Doctors don't make promises, do they? (Callie/Erica, 8/?)
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: Thank you for all your comments, they make my day, seriously!! I hope this chapter doesn’t disappoint, Callie’s plan isn’t that out of the ordinary. But at least the update is really long!! I'm anxious about posting this chapter, I feel like I should have changed something but I can't quite put my finger on what that is.
Previous chapters: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight - Will you still love me
As we rode the elevator, I was beginning to get nervous. What if my genius plan didn’t work out and I pissed Erica off - then I could forget all about my date and our relationship. Maybe getting involved in this feud that Cristina and Erica had going on wasn’t the best idea. On the other hand, I was already in the middle of it all and if I didn’t act now, I might lose Cristina as a friend and her living room as my bedroom. And one thing was certain: I was not going to live in a hotel again. The Archfield gave me and my love life bad juju.
I opened the door to our apartment and let Erica step inside first, cutting off her escape route.
“Hey Callie. What did you want to” was all Cristina was able to say before she saw Erica and stopped dead in her tracks. She had made it perfectly clear that she didn’t want to see Attila the Hahn, as she called Erica lovingly, in her apartment anymore. Erica glared at me the way she glared at interns who couldn’t answer her questions. I used the moment of surprise to tell them to sit down. Both started protesting at once.
“Shut up, both of you! Sit down, right now!” Now was my turn to glare, even though I definitely wasn’t as good as either one of them. Let’s face it, I didn’t stand a chance against Doctor Erica Hahn, but I hoped that the power I had over her would work now. Surprisingly, both sat down, albeit as far away from each other as possible. I leaned against the kitchen island, thinking about what to say.
“I don’t really know why you two hate each other and I don’t want to know” Protest from both. “BUT, you have both been great friends to me, each in your own way, so I’m going to try and fix this.” Interestingly enough, they were silent this time.
“I think I owe you an apology Cristina. I realise that I should have done this sooner, after all you tried to ask me for my help. Or at least blackmail me into helping you.” I turned to Erica whose face was completely void of emotion. I looked into her eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of what she was thinking or feeling, but she had very clearly shut me out completely. She raised her eyebrows, challenging me to speak.
“Here’s what we are going to do. Erica, you’ll let Cristina scrub in on your surgeries the next three shifts. And you’ll actually let her operate as well” Protest from Erica, a big grin on Cristina’s face. “Cristina, you will back off, do you understand me? You do exactly what Erica tells you, no more. If that means that you have to sit around and twiddle your thumbs, then that’s what you will do.”
“And why would I do that?” I groaned inwardly, I knew that Erica wouldn’t just give in.
“Because, first of all Cristina will let you do your work in relative peace and quiet and second, you would want to do a favor to your friend who will then owe you big.” I grinned at her, trying to flirt without Cristina noticing what was going on.
“Now shake hands!” Both reluctantly stretched out their hands into my direction, making me grin at the irony of it all. They were so much alike that that was probably their main problem. “No, you two shake hands.” They shook hands, grudgingly agreeing to my proposal. I let out the breath that I had been holding since I stepped into the elevator, relieved that they hadn’t killed each other and that Erica was still here. That was too easy.
“So, while I shower, you can go over the procedures you have planned for tomorrow. And please don’t kill each other while I’m gone, okay.” Neither laughed, but at least Erica started firing questions at Cristina while I retrieved my cloths.
I didn’t take my time, as I would have usually, to not leave them alone for too long. I even left my hair a bit wet and curly, as straightening it would have taken ages. I did, however, take my time to put on makeup and jewellery that went well with my outfit. I had chosen tight fitting jeans and a turquoise shirt which showed off my curves and a necklace that drew attention to my cleavage. I realised that Erica, while she was in no way thick or overweight, did have some curves herself and would therefore not care that I didn’t look like supermodel Izzie Stevens. Putting the finishing touches on my makeup, I checked myself one last time in the mirror and then flashed a smile at my reflection to reassure myself that I looked good.
I was nervous. As much as I hated admitting this, I was nervous. This was my first real date after my divorce and with a woman none the less, so I was allowed to be nervous. But I had never been the type to be nervous. When I saw someone I liked, I went there and drew him in with my charm. I never doubted my looks. Never. But now, I was nervous. What if Erica liked slim girls? What if I couldn’t compete with her previous girlfriend? What if my inexperience with lesbian relationships made her lose interest in me? Taking a deep breath, I decided that making myself crazy wouldn’t help and so I stepped into the living room, where Erica was still quizzing Cristina.
Erica looked up, letting her eyes travel up and down my body, her mouth slightly open. She didn’t say anything at all. Great. She looked like she enjoyed my outfit, but her silence might as well have been courtesy to not lie. I smiled at her nervously, then turned to Cristina.
“We are going out to dinner, but I’ll come back home later on. You work tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah, I start at eight.”
“Okay, then we can ride to work together.” I smiled, then turned to Erica to ask “You ready to go?”
Erica cleared her throat, still saying nothing and got up.
“Bye, see you later”
“Bye. Bye Dr. Hahn, have a nice dinner”
“I’ll see you tomorrow at eight sharp, Yang.”
Erica really was unable to say anything remotely nice to Cristina.
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We rode the elevator in silence. I was afraid to say anything, my date did have the right to be angry at me after my ambush. When we stepped outside, I told her that we could walk if she wanted to. She nodded, her face still void of emotion. I took her hand, feeling her clench next to me, but thankfully she didn’t shake my hand off either. Careful, Torres. Don’t aggravate her more. Erica looked around and when she saw that nobody was near us or looking, she relaxed into my touch. When a couple stepped out onto the street a few meters in front of us, she did however move away and slipped out of my hand.
I sighed, then decided to get it over with. Better have a fight with her on the street than in the restaurant.
“Are you mad at me? I would understand if you were.”
“No, not really. I would have appreciated a warning, but I understand why you did what you did. She’s your friend and I might not have treated her very nicely.”
“Wow. Did the impeccable Doctor Erica Hahn just admit to making a mistake?” I was honestly shocked by her admission. “Why don’t you like her?”
“First, I feel like she slept her way to the top. She slept with both Burke and Colin Marlow. Second, she is clearly trying to suffocate me. I can’t get a single moment alone unless I push her away hard enough and even then she comes bouncing right back. It drives me crazy.”
“She really loved Burke, you know? She was willing to do all the things she despised so much because she loved him. I was there, she asked me to be one of her bridesmaids because Meredith was once again too involved in her own McDreamy drama and Izzie was so cheerful it made Cristina sick. She just wanted to go to the city hall, dressed in her street cloths and sign the necessary papers. But she wore the dress, she chose the cake that she couldn’t care less about and she dealt with both of their mothers because she loved him. And then he left before she even had walked down the aisle.”
“And you weren’t cheerful? How come?” Wow, so that was what she was interested in after my little story?
“I just wasn’t all giddy like Izzie, I’m not romantic like that. I eloped in Vegas, after all.” I smiled, even though my failed marriage still hurt.
“So, there’s a picture of you somewhere in a ridiculously hideous pink bridesmaids dress?” Erica smiled at me, her brows raised.
“No, there isn’t. I don’t think we actually took any pictures that day. But the dress that I wore was actually nice. And it wasn’t pink, thank god, it was brown. Cristina wouldn’t have made us wear pink dresses.”
“I didn’t know that it was that serious. She definitely has the knowledge to become a great surgeon. She answered all of my questions correctly without even thinking about them. I might have to try and treat her like a human being.”
“Oh no, don’t do that. George used to call her a robot. Cristina is a surgeon first, not a person. She actually said that!”
We both laughed, but it felt as if Erica laughed just because I did. I looked at her, trying to see what she was thinking.
“I was a surgeon first too before I met you.” And just like that, Erica Hahn had once again melted my heart.
“If you are trying to seduce me, you have officially succeeded right now.” I smiled at her, leaning in for a kiss. Erica, however, didn’t lean in, but looked around self consciously to check whether someone was looking at us. So no PDA for me. I sighed, trying to let my disappointment not show on my face.
“Come on, lets get going. I’m hungry.”
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The food was amazing and the wine as well as our conversation flowed freely. We talked about Cristina and her little circle of friends and what kind of interns we had been. I proudly told her that I had been the best at my intern exam, to which Erica replied “You are an amazing doctor, I wouldn’t have expected less from you”. Complementing me seemed to come easy to her and it made me smile. We were interested in the same things and had matching priorities. No wonder we worked so good as friends (and more). I couldn’t help but ask her about her ex-girlfriend.
“So, you had a girlfriend during your internship? Tell me about her.”
“Well, there’s not much to say. Her name was Tess and we dated for some time. She left for New York to do her residency there and I stayed in Seattle. That’s it.”
“Did you stay in contact?”
“No, our break-up wasn’t that great.” Erica fell silent, clearly uncomfortable talking about this subject, so I decided to change the topic slightly.
“What about your other relationships? I bet there are more doctors like Sloan who are immensely drawn to your talent.” She grinned, flattered by my observation.
“There were. But I resisted them as easily as I resisted Sloan. Am I really the first woman you have ever had feelings for?” And just like that, we were back to talking about me.
As we walked back to my apartment, Erica tried to convince me to go back to her place with her.
“We both work tomorrow morning and I think we need all the sleep we can get. I have a 48 hour shift ahead of me.”
“I wasn’t talking about doing anything apart from sleeping. I just want to bottle how I feel right now for the next 48 hours during which I might not see you at all.” Damn. Erica Hahn had a way with words that made the butterflies in my stomach go wild.
“Remember, you owe me!”
“I want us to go slow and I want to spend the night with you only on special occasions. Okay? You should keep that favor for something important. We’ll have lunch tomorrow.”
“Okay, so lunch it is.” Erica checked the street again, then leaned in for a short kiss. She looked deeply into my eyes as if she were looking into my soul. “Good night, sleep well.” I was able to stumble a “’Night” before she closed her car door and drove off. Erica Hahn didn’t just have a way with words, she had a way with my heart as well.
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Cristina was sitting at the kitchen island, studying over what looked like a dozen books.
“You’re still up?”
“Yeah, I want to prepare for tomorrow. How was your McDate?” I laughed a fake laugh, as if laughing off the notion that we were on a date would convince Cristina.
“We just had dinner, that wasn’t a date.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever. Do you think I’m blind AND dumb?” Damn it. Cristina normally didn’t care about other people’s business, but her asking me about the date meant that she would talk to other people as well.
“Is it that obvious?”
“Well, yes. That trick you pulled on her tonight would have gotten you killed if you hadn’t slept with her. Besides, she completely froze when you came out of the bed room, mentally undressing you.”
“I haven’t slept with her” Yet.
“What’s the hold up? Lacking the experience?”
“What is that supposed to mean? Do you have experience in that field?”
“Who doesn’t? That is the only thing that made my prom worth going. My mum made me go with a male date, but I left with my girlfriend.” Cristina smirked at me, clearly enjoying herself.
“How come everybody has slept with a woman before except for me?” I was going to completely embarrass myself, that was for sure.
“Well, maybe ‘cause you’re ortho.”
“What does me being ortho have to do with my sex life?”
“If you hadn’t been ortho I would have probably jumped your bones. You’re hot. Everybody knows that. Even Meredith knows that and she normally doesn’t notice anyone who is not involved with McDreamy.”
“Well, George clearly didn’t get the memo.”
“Oh, come on. Forget Bambi. He wasn’t worthy of you anyways. I should have saved you from him, but I was already doing Burke.”
“What makes you so sure that I would have slept with you anyways?”
Cristina held up her hands, wiggling her fingers. “Surgeon’s hands. Believe me, it doesn’t get better than that. But you’ll find that out soon, once Attila the Hahn has you screaming her name.”
“CRISTINA!” This conversation was going in the wrong direction. Why was every conversation with my friends revolving around sex lately? Could they all magically sense that I wasn’t having any and therefore try to turn me on for the sake of making me squirm?
“What? Sloan’s not the only one who’s attracted to her talent.”
I just stared at her. How could she be attracted to Erica after Erica had treated her like crap? “Okay, so if you know so much about lesbian sex then help me out here. I don’t want to make a fool out of myself. Anything important I should know?”
“Well, it depends what you want to do. But there are some simple rules. If she moves into your direction, you’re doing it right. If she moves her hips away from you, change what you are doing. You know what you like, so do that. And if you plan on going down on her, remember: Breath through your nose. That’s about it. It’s not rocket science, you know? Just follow your feelings.” That didn’t sound too hard.
“Thanks, Cristina.” Now I just had to get her to not tell Meredith about me and Erica. “Do you remember when Izzie thought I would fight her in the cafeteria?”
“Yeah, I do. Why?”
“I had never been so humiliated in my life, not even in high school. And believe me, I’d been humiliated plenty in high school. I don’t want people at work to gossip about me again. So please don’t tell anyone about us. Not even Meredith, okay?”
“Hey, that’s your secret to share, not mine. Even though I doubt that I’m the only one who knows. You two just have a chemistry that can’t be denied. And as long as that gets me into surgeries, I’m not going to complain.” I smiled, we did have undeniable chemistry.
“About that. You really need to give Erica some space and back off a little. She feels like you are trying to suffocate her.”
“I’m not! I just need to be close to see what she’s doing. How am I supposed to learn when I stand ten feet away?”
“Just back off outside of the OR. Let her arrive in the morning without bombarding her as soon as she steps off the elevator, okay?
“Fine. Maybe she’ll let me perform surgery on my own once you go down on her.” “CRISTINA! Enough with the going down. I’m NOT going to talk about my sex life with you ever again!”
Cristina smirked at me, telling me that she was clearly not finished with talking about sex. “Okay. Just tell me if I was right about her fingers. After all, they make hearts beat again, so she shouldn’t have a problem making your OTHER heart beat all over”
“CHRISTINA!”
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A/N: So much happened in one chapter. I had a bit of a problem with Cristina’s dirty talk, did you like it or not? Her wisdom about lesbian sex is mainly courtesy of Shane from “The L Word”. I also made a banner for this chapter, but LJ won't let me post it together with the text, so I'll create a seperate entry just for the banner!