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Previously: 1/22 - 2/22 - 3/22 - 4/22 - 5/22 - 6/22 - 7/22 - 8/22 - 9/22 - 10/22 - 11/22 - 12/22 - 13/22 - 14/22 - 15/22 - 16/22 - 17 + 18 - 19/22 - 20/22
Pairing: Callie Torres/Erica Hahn, slight mentions of: Addison Montgomery/Derek Shepherd
Spoilers: Season 4 through to the finale.
Summary: Callie Torres tries to figure out her feelings towards a certain doctor that just happens to be a brilliant cardiothoracic surgeon. Struggling with their new relationship, the last thing both of them need is Erica’s past catching up with them. Fortunately Callie has great support from a certain Dr. Addison Forbes Montgomery who has come home to Seattle after she learnt that Derek Shepherd isn’t with Meredith Grey anymore.
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I was spending all the time I had doing physical therapy. I needed to be able to move again, I needed to be able to be fully fit again.
Especially because she would be back. Today.
I had literally been working my ass off the last days. And with every minute that passed I felt a bit more like Callie Torres again and the doctors were pretty sure that there would be no leftovers from my injuries in the end and I would be able to be my old self again. As if that plane crash had never happened.
As I took a break and lied down for a while I grabbed my cell phone and called Addison.
“She’ll be back today, after the funeral... I... ohmygodhowamigonnadealwithis?”
Still the queen of one word. Always would be. At least when it came to Erica. Because she was the only person on this earth that could make my stomach feel like this.
“Be there for her, let her set the pace, it will work out.”
“How? God, Addison, how? She’s a mother that’s lost her child, how will this work out?”
I heard Addison sigh and I knew that she must have given this thought too before because she was staying silent for a long time as if trying to figure out if she was supposed to tell me all that she has come up with or not.
I looked at my cell phone to see if we were still connected after a while though, because it was irritating when you didn’t hear anything at all on a phone. But she was still there.
“Callie, she’s lost that child 8 years ago. She’s already lost her and she was ok with you, she’s going to be again, don’t worry, just give her time.”
Ok, so that was true.
I was back at working on my legs and arms and the rest of my body shortly after the call. I just needed to be able to move out of this hospital and go back home.
I was about to faint because as usual I had taken it too far and actually spent way too much time on my legs than I should have and I was still weak. When I started seeing stars I tried to grab something to hold onto and suddenly got steadied by someone from behind.
Strong arms wrapped themselves around my waist and blonde curls spilled over my collarbone as I felt lips pressed to my throat.
“Uhm, thank you for the attention, Dr. Hahn, but I’ve got a girlfriend.” I mumbled and then let out a soft sigh as she gently sucked on my neck for a moment before spinning me around to face her.
I pulled back to look at her, my hands on her hips and I smiled.
I spotted strands of grey hair in the middle of the blonde, just a few and no one else would notice, but I looked her over as if I hadn’t seen her before. There was a slight wrinkle on her forehead and her eyes were surrounded by dark rings and the way her shoulders were slumped I knew immediately that I’ve got a broken shell in front of me.
I could fix this.
I. Could. Fix. This.
“Hi” I said as I leant in to kiss her and I felt her open her mouth immediately, her tongue reaching to meet mine dancing for a few seconds before deepening the kiss. Our tongues starting to wrestle as she suddenly pulled my bottom lip and sucked it into her mouth and finally ended up nibbling on it. My knees nearly gave away and I wrapped myself around her, holding onto her as if my life depended on it.
When we came up for air she rested her forehead against mine and just looked at me.
“I missed you.” I finally said and she smiled.
“I missed you too, baby.”
Oh, oh, oh? Baby? Was that term of endearment to stay? I grinned at the thought and she quirked her eyebrows her eyes searching mine.
“What’s so funny?”
Tell her? Not tell her? If I told her I would risk never hearing it again, if I didn’t tell her I’d risk her thinking that I made fun of her and Erica Hahn hated being made fun of and I really didn’t need such thoughts right at this time. Besides that the truth might even make her smile.
“You called me baby!” I explained and flashed her another grin and then kissed the tip of her nose, I hoped that would show her that I like it.
But maybe it would also add to the whole it has to go and never happen again thought.
“I’ve done that a zillion times in the last few weeks?” She finally asked confusion reigning her eyes.
“Since the crash, yes, before, not so much. You’re not the kind of gal that names her girlfriend all those weird pet names, so, I thought it was just because I was all hurt and couldn’t move.”
I took a curl and placed it behind her ear after having watched it bug her eye for minutes now.
“Might be right, Cal, but I like it, it stays.”
And there went a third grin for her.
She didn’t speak of her daughter. I didn’t ask her to.
The following days she helped me through physical therapy. I hated looking weak or inept in front of her, so I doubled my efforts and made great improvement.
A week later she could take me home. She had her arm wrapped tightly around my waist, steadying me as we arrived at the airport and I felt safe.
When we waited at the check-in line she lovingly looked at me and then softly kissed my lips, closing her eyes for a moment afterwards as if enjoying the sensation of my lips still. That was when I knew that she felt safe with me too.
I had asked her to swim back to the United States and then walk to Seattle. She hadn’t been a fan of the idea and so I ended up in another plane seat.
When I leant against her, my head placed on her shoulder and I felt comfortable and calm I knew that she was going to be around for a lifetime.
Because I firmly believed you get that feeling only once in a life.
And sitting comfortably in a seat in the middle of a plane after having survived a crash sure proved to be that feeling.
Then again one could argue that two plane crashes would be too much to ask from anyone so I could have safely stayed on board of a plane for the rest of my life without having to live through another incident.
But, I wasn’t about to push my luck.
It was only when we took off that she started talking about her daughter. There had been no warning, no awkward silence, just her sudden start of words.
I didn’t interrupt her and just kept on listening, my head buried in her neck.
She told me about the funeral, the music, the guests and about the location where she grew up and what she had liked. She told me about the drawings and the music and she told me about her skills and her work in school.
She told me about her room, the way her walls were decorated, she told me about the photograph of her mother on her bedside table. She told me about the way she looked and about the way she could touch hearts with a simple smile.
When she broke down sobbing I cradled her in my arms and I kept on placing small kisses on her head, soothing her.
She cried for all it was worth and I understood her.
She didn’t need to explain.
I knew she was getting rid of her past before we arrived home again. I knew she wanted to make sure it was over so that she could have a fresh start. She was leaving everything behind, she wanted a clean slate and she wanted to start with me. She wanted a serious relationship with me. She wanted to be my partner and she wanted to be at my side and I felt fear tugging at my stomach.
But the fear disappeared soon enough, just by sitting close to her.
I could trust this and so could she.
Addison could have her finger back.
When we landed I smiled at her and then kissed her, claiming her as mine.
She didn’t mind.
Neither did I.