First of all many thanks to superfy_me for being an awesome beta.
The story is written. The whole thing is done. So, I will definitely post regularly.
Now onto the story.
Title: Doubt And Certainty
Pairing: Callie Torres/Erica Hahn, slight mentions of: Addison Montgomery/Derek Shepherd
Spoilers: Season 4 through to the finale.
Rating: R (NC-17 for some parts, just to be safe, in case I suddenly need to write dirty, naughty things. I’ll label those parts though. To make sure you don’t fall over smut even though you don’t want to.)
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.
Note: I love Angst. I love the whole hurt/comfort thing, so, be prepared. But, I’m also a sucker for some fluff and fun and chaos, so, again, be prepared.
Disclaimer: They are not mine. Otherwise Callie and Erica would stay together forever and Kate Walsh would still be on Grey’s Anatomy and probably the show would be really bad, because I’m nothing compared to Shonda Rhimes. Also if Kate Walsh, Sara Ramirez or Brooke Smith were mine, wait, let’s not go there...
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Doubt And Certainty
Dr. Addison Forbes Montgomery’s cell phone kept ringing. She had the impression that it had kept ringing the whole night, when in fact this was just about the fifth time. And like the other four times she kept ignoring it.
After it stopped ringing, she looked to where it was sitting on the table and silently started counting to ten. Just as she arrived at the number nine, the cell phone started ringing again.
Addison sighed. Someone must want her badly. Problem was, there was no one that she wanted to talk to at the moment, she just wanted to be alone and have people not bother her. At all.
Then again, she wasn’t exactly alone. There was a bottle of scotch and a glass filled with scotch and ice right next to it on the small table in front of her couch. And that was all the company she needed. All the company she wanted.
Story of her life.
Actually, just the story of her life during the last couple of years, but it sure felt like the story of her whole life.
Just alcohol and the memory of a nice dinner that turned ugly pretty fast.
Thinking a few hours back she was surprised that no food had been thrown around and the restaurant still got all the plates back in one piece. She was even more surprised by the fact that she actually got home without killing him. She sure had felt like killing him. Now, she just felt like Scotch and like people should stop calling her.
Right on cue, the cell phone rang again. Maybe she should just shut it off.
Addison frowned and finally decided to stand up to at least check the display and find out who in the world wanted to talk to her that much.
There were rules in the whole best friend world, weren’t there? Like, picking up the phone when you got called and lots of other things that the doctor’s slightly clouded mind couldn’t remember, but she was pretty sure that picking up the phone was one of them.
Defeated, she flipped her cell phone open.
“What do you want, Callie?”
Not the nicest way to greet a best friend. And there probably was an unwritten rule about it somewhere in best friend world. But Addison couldn’t care less.
“IkissedErica.” All in one word.
Wh…WHAT? This had to be the scotch talking, not Callie. She glanced at the bottle on the table, which was still pretty full, so, no, not the scotch.
“You did what?”
“I kissed Erica.” This time it was three words.
Lots of mumbling.
“Iranoffandleftherstandingthere?” Again one word.
Suddenly Addison was really thankful she had picked up the phone. This would be so interesting. She wanted the front row seats and she had them. Now she only needed popcorn. Then again, this probably was against the rules in the best friend world too.
“You did what?”
“Want to come over for a drink?”
There was silence.
“Callie, you do realize that I can’t see you nodding or shaking your head, right? Because we’re on a thing called phone... so use words?”
“Hard.” It was nothing more than a soft whisper.
That’s when Addison realized that the front row seats could go to hell, she obviously had one huge mess on the line, one huge mess that wasn’t even able to express herself in whole sentences. Apparently she wasn’t even able to give yes or no answers. And this, after all, was her best friend.
Suddenly she was glad, that the bottle of scotch was still nearly full.
“If you tell me where you are, I’ll come and get you!”
“Coming.” Addison threw the phone onto the couch as she stumbled to her bedroom, one shoe already half on, fighting with the other one, while her eyes searched for her jacket.
She needed to get Callie. Now.