Second Time Around (2B/?)
Title: Second Time Around (2B/?)
Author: Nora C. Parker
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Set in Season 6. What if a different Cardio God came to SWMWH during the episode "New HIstory" (6x09). This story contemplates a surgeon other than Teddy joining the staff. The story veers from the established timeline as of that episode, although some of the episode is referenced within this story.
Disclaimer: I have no ownership over the characters.
Note: I began this story about a year ago. The entire first part has been posted elsewhere online. The portion that begins with this post has not been posted before.
Part 1A
Part 1B
Part 1C
Part 1D
Part 2A
Second Time Around (2B/?)
Chapter 2: Romeo Void works best in theory
“I can tell.” Callie got out of bed and quickly dressed, enjoying the sound of the soft snoring coming from her girlfriend, now well cocooned back under the duvet. After a moment of admiration she placed a light kiss on Arizona’s forehead and headed out of the apartment into the still early-morning darkness. The only sound breaking the stillness was the wail of an approaching ambulance.
# # #
Cristina had barely rolled out of bed before she heard a knocking at the door. It wasn’t unusual that people stopped by the apartment. Some mornings it seemed busier in the unit than across the street in the locker room. Perhaps not quite this early, but it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility that someone would drop by prior to pre-rounds.
What did seem outside the realm of possibility, however, was the person who dropped by. “Dr. Hahn?”
“Step aside, Yang. I came to see Torres.”
Somewhere in the back of her brain Cristina tried to come up with a plan to keep Hahn out of the apartment. Obvious thoughts such as ‘she moved out’ weren’t quite so obvious in the early hours of the morning and before adequate consumption of coffee. Instead, the response was a tepid, “umm, I don’t know that she’s here.”
“Which is a fact that I will find out,” Hahn countered as she pushed past, attitude plus the inherent deference in medical education to hierarchy no doubt keeping Yang from blocking the intrusion.
Once inside, the Cardio surgeon made a beeline for Torres’ room and pulled open the door, announcing, “Callie, we need to talk.”
The look of determination on Erica Hahn’s face was replaced by a look of genuine surprise as Arizona Robbins raised her sleepy head off the pillow and attempted to focus on the woman standing in the doorway.
Arizona gave a quick, “she’s not here. Go ‘way,” before pulling the duvet back over her head.
In search of a victim, Hahn turned on Yang. She pointed back into Torres’ room as she yelled the question, “Did you know she’d be in there?”
Caught in another situation where no answer would be correct, Yang gave a shrug, and then watched as Hahn marched from the apartment slamming the door behind her.
Cristina looked towards Callie’s room and the back at the apartment door. She really didn’t care what drama was going on this morning. She did care about her chance to be in on a really cool surgery, though, and she hoped that Hahn’s unscheduled visit didn’t blow her chance to be in on the Norwood.
# # #
When Yang reached the hospital that morning, she no doubt had an odd look on her face. She realized that that must have been the reason why Meredith Grey pulled her aside.
“What’s up?”
“Weird stuff is happening at my apartment.”
“Weird? Not like Owen weird, right? You said he’s doing better.”
“No,” Yang shook her head. “Not Owen weird. Callie weird.”
“Ah. Callie lived at my place for a short time when she was dating George. Weird happened then, too.”
“It’s not Callie, though. At least, I don’t think it’s Callie.” Cristina tried to remember the last time she’d seen Torres in the apartment. She’d seen far more of Robbins lately. “Well, it might be Callie.”
“Might be?” Meredith crossed her arms. “How is it a might be?”
“Well, first Owen said he saw Callie and Hahn kissing last night.”
“Wait. Hahn’s gay, too? Did I know that?”
“I don’t know who knew that, but she left before when she and Callie some big fight.”
“Really.” Meredith contemplated that for a moment. “And she came back. For Torres?”
“That’s what I don’t exactly know. I do know Hahn showed up this morning to talk to Torres.”
“How’d that go?”
“Considering Torres wasn’t home, not well.”
“How not well if Torres,” Meredith paused for a moment. “Oh. Torres wasn’t in but Robbins?”
“Yeah. Robbins was over.”
“Drama.” Meredith drew out the word in a sing-song tone.
“Drama on that side of the apartment would be fine, if it happened at a more realistic time of the morning or preferably when I wasn’t home. And not on days when I’m scheduled to do a Norwood with Robbins and Hahn.”
“Good luck with that.”
“If there’s a chick fight over Torres, maybe they’ll at least use #10 blades and aim for each other’s hearts I can get some quality OR time.”
“Now that’s dark and twisty.”
“What? It’s not like I want them to do it.” She looked at her watch, noting it was time to get to the charts so she’d be ready for rounds before prepping for surgery. “I’m just glad Owen hasn’t brought anything like this into our relationship.”
“He’s brought enough.” Meredith wasn’t about to let Cristina forget the choking incident.
“He’s better. And at least the ex-fiancée is someone he’s over, and he doesn’t have ex-girlfriends dropping in.”
“Small favors. I’ve got to go.” Meredith cocked her head towards neuro. “Let me know how the battle royale goes.” With that Meredith took off.
Cristina headed towards her morning’s duties. For probably the first time in her residency, she almost wished she wasn’t on a cardio procedure this morning. Almost.
(end part 2B)
Next, in 2C...
For the much of the morning, Arizona Robbins tried to carry on as if there hadn’t been a trespasser in her bedroom that morning. Strictly speaking, it was Callie’s bedroom per the terms of the lease. But given the amount of time that Arizona spent sleeping at Callie’s versus the amount of time she spent at her own apartment, a place that she was beginning to think of as one big expensive closet, it seemed like there was reason to think of the room as a place where she lived. She had squatters’ rights on the room, if nothing else, which was a lot more than Erica Hahn could claim.
Author: Nora C. Parker
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Set in Season 6. What if a different Cardio God came to SWMWH during the episode "New HIstory" (6x09). This story contemplates a surgeon other than Teddy joining the staff. The story veers from the established timeline as of that episode, although some of the episode is referenced within this story.
Disclaimer: I have no ownership over the characters.
Note: I began this story about a year ago. The entire first part has been posted elsewhere online. The portion that begins with this post has not been posted before.
Part 1A
Part 1B
Part 1C
Part 1D
Part 2A
Second Time Around (2B/?)
Chapter 2: Romeo Void works best in theory
“I can tell.” Callie got out of bed and quickly dressed, enjoying the sound of the soft snoring coming from her girlfriend, now well cocooned back under the duvet. After a moment of admiration she placed a light kiss on Arizona’s forehead and headed out of the apartment into the still early-morning darkness. The only sound breaking the stillness was the wail of an approaching ambulance.
# # #
Cristina had barely rolled out of bed before she heard a knocking at the door. It wasn’t unusual that people stopped by the apartment. Some mornings it seemed busier in the unit than across the street in the locker room. Perhaps not quite this early, but it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility that someone would drop by prior to pre-rounds.
What did seem outside the realm of possibility, however, was the person who dropped by. “Dr. Hahn?”
“Step aside, Yang. I came to see Torres.”
Somewhere in the back of her brain Cristina tried to come up with a plan to keep Hahn out of the apartment. Obvious thoughts such as ‘she moved out’ weren’t quite so obvious in the early hours of the morning and before adequate consumption of coffee. Instead, the response was a tepid, “umm, I don’t know that she’s here.”
“Which is a fact that I will find out,” Hahn countered as she pushed past, attitude plus the inherent deference in medical education to hierarchy no doubt keeping Yang from blocking the intrusion.
Once inside, the Cardio surgeon made a beeline for Torres’ room and pulled open the door, announcing, “Callie, we need to talk.”
The look of determination on Erica Hahn’s face was replaced by a look of genuine surprise as Arizona Robbins raised her sleepy head off the pillow and attempted to focus on the woman standing in the doorway.
Arizona gave a quick, “she’s not here. Go ‘way,” before pulling the duvet back over her head.
In search of a victim, Hahn turned on Yang. She pointed back into Torres’ room as she yelled the question, “Did you know she’d be in there?”
Caught in another situation where no answer would be correct, Yang gave a shrug, and then watched as Hahn marched from the apartment slamming the door behind her.
Cristina looked towards Callie’s room and the back at the apartment door. She really didn’t care what drama was going on this morning. She did care about her chance to be in on a really cool surgery, though, and she hoped that Hahn’s unscheduled visit didn’t blow her chance to be in on the Norwood.
# # #
When Yang reached the hospital that morning, she no doubt had an odd look on her face. She realized that that must have been the reason why Meredith Grey pulled her aside.
“What’s up?”
“Weird stuff is happening at my apartment.”
“Weird? Not like Owen weird, right? You said he’s doing better.”
“No,” Yang shook her head. “Not Owen weird. Callie weird.”
“Ah. Callie lived at my place for a short time when she was dating George. Weird happened then, too.”
“It’s not Callie, though. At least, I don’t think it’s Callie.” Cristina tried to remember the last time she’d seen Torres in the apartment. She’d seen far more of Robbins lately. “Well, it might be Callie.”
“Might be?” Meredith crossed her arms. “How is it a might be?”
“Well, first Owen said he saw Callie and Hahn kissing last night.”
“Wait. Hahn’s gay, too? Did I know that?”
“I don’t know who knew that, but she left before when she and Callie some big fight.”
“Really.” Meredith contemplated that for a moment. “And she came back. For Torres?”
“That’s what I don’t exactly know. I do know Hahn showed up this morning to talk to Torres.”
“How’d that go?”
“Considering Torres wasn’t home, not well.”
“How not well if Torres,” Meredith paused for a moment. “Oh. Torres wasn’t in but Robbins?”
“Yeah. Robbins was over.”
“Drama.” Meredith drew out the word in a sing-song tone.
“Drama on that side of the apartment would be fine, if it happened at a more realistic time of the morning or preferably when I wasn’t home. And not on days when I’m scheduled to do a Norwood with Robbins and Hahn.”
“Good luck with that.”
“If there’s a chick fight over Torres, maybe they’ll at least use #10 blades and aim for each other’s hearts I can get some quality OR time.”
“Now that’s dark and twisty.”
“What? It’s not like I want them to do it.” She looked at her watch, noting it was time to get to the charts so she’d be ready for rounds before prepping for surgery. “I’m just glad Owen hasn’t brought anything like this into our relationship.”
“He’s brought enough.” Meredith wasn’t about to let Cristina forget the choking incident.
“He’s better. And at least the ex-fiancée is someone he’s over, and he doesn’t have ex-girlfriends dropping in.”
“Small favors. I’ve got to go.” Meredith cocked her head towards neuro. “Let me know how the battle royale goes.” With that Meredith took off.
Cristina headed towards her morning’s duties. For probably the first time in her residency, she almost wished she wasn’t on a cardio procedure this morning. Almost.
(end part 2B)
Next, in 2C...
For the much of the morning, Arizona Robbins tried to carry on as if there hadn’t been a trespasser in her bedroom that morning. Strictly speaking, it was Callie’s bedroom per the terms of the lease. But given the amount of time that Arizona spent sleeping at Callie’s versus the amount of time she spent at her own apartment, a place that she was beginning to think of as one big expensive closet, it seemed like there was reason to think of the room as a place where she lived. She had squatters’ rights on the room, if nothing else, which was a lot more than Erica Hahn could claim.