Snowmageddon 4/?
Title: Snowmageddon 4/?
Rating: R, for now.
Pairing: Well. Eventually Callie and Arizona. Eventually.
Summary: At Chief's orders, everyone's asked to stay overnight at the hospital due to an incoming blizzard. But what's this mean for Callie, who has been trying to avoid Arizona like the plague. Set after 7X10.
A/N: Well, this is another thank you to brittlovesher who prompted me to write this. She's so inspiring, huh? :D Also I am spoiler free. Anything that happens in the weeks to follow is coincidence.
A/N II: Thank you to raincheck10 for making me a really cool banner for this story. I love it, love it, love it.
Feedback: Yes, please! I absolutely love hearing what you guys think. It makes me happy to write for you lovelies. You all have been absolutely amazing with what you've said so far.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
The door to the room slams unceremoniously causing Arizona to jump and nearly spill both cups of coffee. One of those stupid cups was for stupid Callie who was with stupid Mark in stupid on-call room six.
“I’m talking, and you’re not interrupting me.” Callie says, pointing at the blond, who sips from one of her coffees.
She does that wide-eyed baby blue thing that Callie knows is her way of being passive aggressive and it annoys her and makes her want to kiss her up against the door of the on-call room, all in one blow. She stands her ground, though.
Barely.
“I…” She pauses.
“Am not the bad guy?” Arizona fills in and Callie glares.
“Interrupting…”
“Sorry.”
Callie folds her arms across her chest. “I am not the bad guy, either. Okay? I am not. I wanted babies, and I realized I was moving too fast. I’d skipped steps. So then we move in together, right? And I paint the damn walls… puke purple.”
“That doesn’t exist as a color. Puke purple.” The blond realizes she’s done it again with a wrinkle of her nose. “Shoot. Sorry.”
“Okay. I paint the walls pastel purple… we move in together. We have… this great little life. And we’re having all this sex, and we’re cooking dinner, and we’re doing the shopping together. We’re planning our lives. Talking about the future. It’s all fantastic.” Callie’s hands animate her little speech. “Then, you want to go to Africa. And, I get it. You’d be helping a lot of people. Tons. Babies. Tiny humans. But I’m the bad guy because I’m scared to death to go, and I’m really trying to rally everything inside of me, to go, to be with you… and your dream. But, I’m not exactly excited. I’ve been to Africa, and I was glad I could help when I did. But, I know about the bugs, and the heat. Oh! And! I’d be leaving my job for two years. A job I worked really hard to get.”
Arizona puts the coffees down on the side table of the room.
“So instead of helping me through it, you have a tantrum about how I’m ruining things for you. In the airport. And I never, ever wanted to ruin anything for you. I was just scared. I acted like an idiot. I put up my defenses, and I’m sorry. I should have talked to you about it. I know. But you didn’t give me a chance….” Callie says, words beginning to trickle down to almost-whispers as she steps closer to the woman.
“When I would have walked to the moon and back for you. Whatever you wanted… So when you left, and I didn’t hear from you… Well, I wondered if that was your getaway, something you’d been wanting to do. And so, I went with what I know, who I know… and I’m sorry if it hurt you.” She breathes, “Then I see you back at my door. And I… I was overwhelmed. No one, um, no one has ever come back before to reconcile.”
Arizona sighs softly and takes a few tentative steps. She puts a hand on the side of Callie’s face. The brunette does not protest. Instead she sighs as well. It feels good.
“We’re very crazy, you and I.” Arizona whispers. The gentleness of her voice catches Callie off guard since her own tirade had been several decibels louder. She blinks a few times, speechless.
“And I think, well. No, I know that we banked too hard on not having problems after getting back together. We were happy, so happy. So when the serious stuff, the not-sexy-at-all-no-fun came along we both panicked. Africa was a big decision that we spent very little time talking about. We took the safe route. That you’d pack up and come with me…but that wasn’t the right thing. I wish I could go back and just… make a different choice.” Arizona mumbles as her eyes flicker to Callie’s mouth. She just… “But the point is, I can’t. And I have to own my decision. And at the time I thought I was making the right one, but now…” Arizona manages, barely taking breaths in between speaking.
“Arizona…” Callie rasps as the woman’s lips are so close to her own.
“I’m just saying. We’re both crazy. We made mistakes. And I want to seriously apologize for some of my own mistakes. And I’m glad I got to hear you out, because it makes me less angry…”
“I want to freaking kick myself…” Callie’s fingers are tingling. She wants so badly just to loop them in between those pretty, darker blond locks.
“Don’t…” Arizona says as she presses her thumb against Callie’s lower lip. She knows how much it takes the woman to realize she’s wrong.
Her lips are wavering so close by, Callie can almost taste the chapstick Arizona wears to work. She can smell the coffee tinged with mint from her breath. Her own breath hitches in her throat. Arizona leans in, hand tangling in Callie’s hair.
And then she leans back out.
“I’m… I’m sorry…” She stammers as she pulls away, grabbing one of the coffees, opening the door, and beginning to head out. “I got carried away…”
Callie takes her by the arm. She’s jostled the coffee and she doesn’t care. She can’t care. She pushes the woman against the door frame, body pressed against the other, smaller form. She kisses Arizona, hard. The woman makes a surprised gasping sound from underneath her before Callie deepens the kiss with a swipe of her tongue. Arizona whimpers and wraps her free arm around Callie’s waist, holding her closer. She wants to rip every single stupid piece of clothing off of this woman and make love… no, fuck her with something primal and scary.
Callie is the first to pull away with an tear-filled gaze. She untangles from Arizona and… leaves.
Yep. Walks away.
Arizona sighs.
She’s sick of sighing.
But at least Lexie Grey didn’t sprain her ankle on this aggressive kiss.
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Miranda Bailey is playing Go Fish with Tucker in the attendings’ lounge. He’s been stuck at the hospital with her overnight, and she’s trying like hell to keep him occupied. Scattered around him are empty bags of skittles, empty cartons of chocolate milk, and of course an untouched turkey and cheese sandwich.
“Any twos?” She asks, eyeing the Toy Story themed cards in her hand.
“Nope, momma, go fish!” Tucker exclaims and Bailey makes a show out of sighing and grabbing a card from the sea of them in the middle.
He laughs and looks at his own hand. “Any fives?”
Bailey eyes the Buzz Lightyear Five of Hearts and hands it to him.
“This is robbery, Tuck!” She protests, which sends him into more giggles.
The door swinging open and giving way to a sniffling Callie Torres makes Bailey wish she would have just taken Tuck to one of the on-call rooms. She then remembers she took him here to try and avoid this exact behavior. Is nowhere in this hospital safe from foolishness?
“Dr. Torres,” Bailey warns. “You remember Tucker, right?”
Callie looks tearfully over at the mother and son and quickly wipes her eyes. She didn’t realize people were in there. She hates being this distracted. “Oh. Y-yep. Hi, Tucker.”
He waves sheepishly from behind his hand. Callie can’t get over just how shy Bailey’s boy is. Shy and Bailey just don't correlate properly in her brain.
“Are you okay, Dr. Torres?” Bailey persists, eyeing the woman with contempt.
“Um, yeah… I just…talked to Arizona and she-“
“Callie,” Bailey warns, “My four year old and I are playing Go Fish and I am in no position to be therapist for one half of the S-a-p-p-h-i-c sisters, today.”
“You can play, too, Dr. Torres. We’ll shuffle. I was beating my momma anyhow.” Tucker looks at her with the sweetest brown eyes she’s ever seen.
“No, Tucker. That’s okay. I was just leaving…” She smiles.
“C’mon, please?” He asks, and Callie reconsiders calling him shy.
Bailey’s eyes widen, but she makes no attempt to daunt her boy from being generous. They pile their cards up and Callie grabs them, shuffling them Vegas-style, flipping and tossing them from hand to hand with ease and quickness.
“Whoa, that’s cool Dr. T!” Tucker giggles and Callie continues to shuffle the cards up, with flair.
Bailey smiles. Callie’s going to be a seriously great mom someday.
After the ortho attending deals the cards, she puts on a big smile for Tucker, who reciprocates it. “Wanna mess up all the cards in the middle to make the fish pond?” She asks, and Tucker nods animatedly, doing so with enough gusto to make Bailey grin.
Oh, hell.
“So, Torres,” Bailey begins, carefully, “How is Arizona? Do you plan on visiting the … state anytime soon or do you think you’ll stop making… trips… forever?”
Callie’s eyebrows furrow in concentration as she pans out her cards in her hand. “Um… well. Arizona is such a great… state. And every time I visit, no matter how much it’s let me down, I just know that it’s where I belong.”
“And kings, Dr. T?”
“Nope, my man. Go fish.” She quirks a brow and points to their “fish pond” of cards.
He giggles.
“Yeah. And I can tell that you… belong… with… in…um…visiting Arizona.” Bailey feels flustered. “Any eights, Tuck?”
“Yep!” He says as he slides one to his mom.
“I know, I do. I just don’t want to rush…moving…back there.” Callie grapples for words, trying to make this seem convincing for Tucker. She knows that it’s not because Arizona’s a woman, but the whole thing is a little bit tense and sensitive regardless of sexuality.
“But you know what it’s like there, and what not to do the next time you visit,” Bailey says as she smiles, pairing up her Jacks and putting them on the table in front of her. “Personally I think you’ve gotta build up your trust again…while visiting there. Before anything serious happens.”
“Any Aces?” Tucker asks, giving his mom and Dr. Torres a very strange look while both women simultaneously say “Go Fish…”
“Maybe you’re right. Maybe I should just take it slow getting to… Arizona. Maybe dinner?”
“Whatever it’ll take to get you wanting to … go back there…but I wouldn’t suggest playing baseball once you get there.” Bailey insists, eyeing the Latina. She wishes she was a telepath like that little gap-toothed-Southern-Vampire-lovin' girl and could strongly discourage sex through brainwaves. But, judging by the amount of times she’s walked in or almost walked in on the duo, she’s not sure her advice will hold.
“Baseball, Miranda?”
“Baseball. No…scoring home runs.” She cringes at her own words.
Callie’s eyes widen and her face flushes a deep pink. “I'll uh... keep that one...in mind.”
“Good,” Bailey replies without looking up from her hand.
Tucker rolls his eyes. “You guys are weird.”
“Tell me about it,” Bailey says.
She works with these people, nearly every day. She knows how weird they are, and how weird she’s becoming.
Now able to focus fully on their impromptu card game, Callie sighs and smiles. “Got any Threes?”
“This is robbery!” Tucker groans, sliding his card to the Latina, while the women erupt in laughter.
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Arizona finally gets her bout of solitude. In the cafeteria. Her hands wrap around the now lukewarm paper exterior of her coffee cup as she watches the snowflakes from outside the window. She cannot believe how much snow is outside. Part of her wants to play with it, while the other part wishes it would all melt so she could go back to her apartment and sleep away the rest of this week. This is all too much. Nearly losing a patient, having it out with Callie, and then the kiss that left her lips thudding in rhythm with her heartbeat; the kiss that makes her mind reel. She is only human, after all...
“Calliope, my pager is going off…I…oh-god…” She moans, head tipping back against the door she's propped against, realizing quickly this is one of her favorite ways to spend a stifling summer day.
“Shut up, Arizona. It’s not a 9-11, it’s Karev.” Callie hisses as she tries to stop the loud thumping of Arizona’s back against the door. It’s so obvious what they're doing behind that door when that happens. Well, more obvious than usual.
“Mmm, god. Calliope.” Arizona groans as she holds onto the woman who’s got her hand down the front of her scrub pants, rendering her immobile with short, quick thrusting motions.
The brunette plants wet kisses against Arizona’s neck while two fingers work in tandem with her thumb. Arizona bites her lip, trying to restrain the flourish of sounds bubbling forth.
“Don’t stop…” She whispers urgently.
“Wasn’t planning on it…”
Thinking like this makes her hungry, starving. Ravenous, and she realizes that she hasn’t eaten a thing since that slightly stale piece of pound cake. Her stomach gurgles in a cliché and she makes the decision. She cannot stomach another candy bar, bag of chips, or soggy sandwich. She’s doing it. She’s trekking outside. She’s putting on those damned overpriced winter boots and she’s going to Joe’s to eat a really big burger and some really greasy fries, and maybe even a Coke. Not a diet coke. A real, life, coke.
The attendings’ lounge is stark empty when she slinks into it, grabbing her coat and boots from the spot she left them. She pulls on her pea coat and those red and green plaid Ralph Lauren snow/rain hybrid boots and sets forth, wishing the shiny vinyl didn’t squeak so much. She doesn’t care. She is so going to Joe’s.