Never Too Late (But Sometimes It Is) — Grey's Anatomy (Callie/Erica)
Title: Never Too Late (But Sometimes It Is)
Author:
flipflop_diva
Recipient:cabenson
Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy
Pairing: Callie Torres/Erica Hahn
Rating: R
Word count: 1,255
Warnings: A lot of angst and some sex, and a few naughty words, but that’s about it.
Summary: AU from episode 9.1. Erica wants to know if Callie’s okay, but that doesn’t explain why she’s sitting here in this bar.
Author's note: This is so much different than I originally intended to write. I had planned on sweet and fluffy, and then this happened. But I hope you enjoy it anyway!
She hadn’t meant to come here. Not even for a second. What was done was done. It was in the past. She had moved on. To bigger and better things. Or at least to other things.
She shouldn’t really be here. She knew that. But yet, here she was, sitting in a booth, tucked away in a corner of the one place she knew Callie would come.
Except she sort of hoped she wouldn’t. It would probably be better if she didn’t. Then Erica could just get up, walk away and pretend she wasn’t making this mistake.
Because it was a mistake. She knew that. It was the one thing she was one hundred percent sure of right now.
She had kept track of Callie since the night she left her. It wasn’t really a fact she was proud of, but she couldn’t help herself. She knew about Arizona, she knew about Sofia, and she knew about the plane crash.
She’d almost sent a card when Sofia was born, but really, what would she have said? She’d thought about going to Arizona’s funeral, but that felt too intrusive. She really thought about going to Mark’s, but that didn’t seem right either. But still, she couldn’t let it go, the idea of seeing her just one more time.
She told herself every day that she should just let it be, let it go, let her go.
But for once, her heart refused to listen to her mind. So here she was.
And, oh, shit.
There she was. Walking through the door. The same beautiful curves Erica loved so much. The same long, dark hair.
Erica’s heart leapt into her throat and her hand jerked. Dark liquid spilled all over the table.
Damn it.
She looked away from Callie, hurriedly reaching for a nearby napkin.
“Erica?”
Erica froze. How had she spotted her so fast?
She looked up slowly, raised her head as if she were moving in slow motion. There she was. Callie. Right in front of her, staring at her, her face a mixture of shock and — was that horror? Erica wasn’t sure.
She could see the pain, though. It was in Callie’s eyes, across her face. It broke Erica’s heart.
But Erica took a deep breath, steeled herself. She wasn’t one to let emotion show. This was not the time to start.
“Hello, Callie,” was all she said. Slow, calm, like this was what she had planned all along.
“What are you …? Why are you ..?” Callie spluttered around for words. She looked so lost. She looked so sad. Erica decided she just needed to tell her the truth.
“I came here to see you.”
“Why?” Callie said, and then her eyes darkened, a shadow crossed them.
“Oh,” she said.
“I’m sorry,” Erica offered.
“Everyone is,” Callie said, and a note of bitterness laced her tone.
“I just wanted …”
“To see if I was okay?” Callie’s eyes narrowed. “I think you’re a few years to late.”
“You didn’t want me.”
“That was never your decision to make.”
Erica sighed. This was what she had been afraid of.
“I didn’t come here to fight,” she said, and as if to prove her point, she reached out her hand, touched Callie’s arm, curled her fingers around the other woman’s wrist.
Callie jerked backward, but Erica kept her hold. A few seconds passed, and then Erica felt the other woman’s arm relax in her grasp.
“Do you want a drink?” Erica said. “You look like you could use one.”
Callie stared at her, and Erica could see the indecision in her eyes. She decided to offer up a truce.
“I’d like to hear about your daughter,” she said. “Sofia, right?”
“Okay,” Callie said. “One drink.”
•••
It wasn’t supposed to turn into this. Then again, it wasn’t supposed to turn into anything. She wasn’t even supposed to be here. And if by chance she was, it was supposed to be a simple hello, how are you, one drink and a goodbye.
It was never supposed to be one drink turned into two turned into three turned into gentle smiles and understanding nods and tissues being passed across a table.
Erica didn’t even do emotion.
Or at least she didn’t with anyone else.
But there was something about being here with Callie that was drawing her in, taking her back, memories and feelings flooding through her body. And even though every word Callie said stabbed her in the heart, made her remember what she willingly gave up, Erica still sat there, listening. Looked into Callie’s eyes, let herself get lost in Callie’s words.
Then, before she knew it, she was following Callie into the women’s bathroom after Callie excused herself in a rush.
Callie turned around when she heard the door being opened. There were tears dripping down her cheeks.
“You can’t do this to me,” she said.
“I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re here. You show up, after all this time.”
“I just want to know if you’re okay.”
“You don’t have that right anymore. You gave up that right when you walked away.”
“I know.”
“You know?” Callie’s eyes flashed. “Then why are you here?”
Erica spread her hands in front of her. “I told you,” she said simply. “I just wanted to know if you were okay.”
“Well, I’m not,” Callie said. “Happy now?”
“Not at all.”
“You left me.”
“You weren’t ready.”
“That wasn’t your decision to make.”
“I know.”
“You left me and you walked away.”
“I did.”
“I found her. I loved her. She was my world.”
“I know.”
“But she left me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re not.”
“I am,” Erica said. “I just want you to be happy.”
“I’m not happy.”
“I know.”
“I’m not sure I’ll ever be happy again.”
Erica didn’t say anything. Neither did Callie after that. They just stood there, staring at each other.
And then Callie moved, walked toward her, took her face in her hands, leaned in and kissed her.
It was hard, rough, not anything like it had ever been with them before.
But Erica needed this. As much as Callie did. And she responded in kind.
Her tongue found its way inside Callie’s mouth, her hands found their way into Callie’s dark curls.
Teeth gnashed, tongues dueled, and then hands began moving. Skimming down bodies, making their way under shirts.
They ended up in a stall, jeans around their ankles, fingers inside each other as they thrust together, groaning and grunting. The kisses didn’t stop until they were moaning each other’s names, resting their foreheads together as cum dripped down their legs, their chests heaving.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” Callie whispered into her ear as they redressed.
“Of course it doesn’t,” Erica said.
Callie walked out first, out of the bathroom, out of Joe’s, out into the cool night air. Erica followed a long time later, her heart still pounding, her body still tingling.
Seeing Callie again had sparked something inside her. She had gotten much more than she had planned for.
Two nights later, Erica found herself at Joe’s again. So did Callie.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” Callie said as she dipped her head and slid her tongue between Erica’s legs.
“Of course it doesn’t,” Erica said.
But her head told her differently. And the next night when Callie texted to tell her to meet her at Joe’s at eleven p.m. sharp, she wasn’t surprised at all.
This had never been in the plans, but for once, Erica was okay with that.
Author:
flipflop_divaRecipient:
cabensonFandom: Grey’s Anatomy
Pairing: Callie Torres/Erica Hahn
Rating: R
Word count: 1,255
Warnings: A lot of angst and some sex, and a few naughty words, but that’s about it.
Summary: AU from episode 9.1. Erica wants to know if Callie’s okay, but that doesn’t explain why she’s sitting here in this bar.
Author's note: This is so much different than I originally intended to write. I had planned on sweet and fluffy, and then this happened. But I hope you enjoy it anyway!
She hadn’t meant to come here. Not even for a second. What was done was done. It was in the past. She had moved on. To bigger and better things. Or at least to other things.
She shouldn’t really be here. She knew that. But yet, here she was, sitting in a booth, tucked away in a corner of the one place she knew Callie would come.
Except she sort of hoped she wouldn’t. It would probably be better if she didn’t. Then Erica could just get up, walk away and pretend she wasn’t making this mistake.
Because it was a mistake. She knew that. It was the one thing she was one hundred percent sure of right now.
She had kept track of Callie since the night she left her. It wasn’t really a fact she was proud of, but she couldn’t help herself. She knew about Arizona, she knew about Sofia, and she knew about the plane crash.
She’d almost sent a card when Sofia was born, but really, what would she have said? She’d thought about going to Arizona’s funeral, but that felt too intrusive. She really thought about going to Mark’s, but that didn’t seem right either. But still, she couldn’t let it go, the idea of seeing her just one more time.
She told herself every day that she should just let it be, let it go, let her go.
But for once, her heart refused to listen to her mind. So here she was.
And, oh, shit.
There she was. Walking through the door. The same beautiful curves Erica loved so much. The same long, dark hair.
Erica’s heart leapt into her throat and her hand jerked. Dark liquid spilled all over the table.
Damn it.
She looked away from Callie, hurriedly reaching for a nearby napkin.
“Erica?”
Erica froze. How had she spotted her so fast?
She looked up slowly, raised her head as if she were moving in slow motion. There she was. Callie. Right in front of her, staring at her, her face a mixture of shock and — was that horror? Erica wasn’t sure.
She could see the pain, though. It was in Callie’s eyes, across her face. It broke Erica’s heart.
But Erica took a deep breath, steeled herself. She wasn’t one to let emotion show. This was not the time to start.
“Hello, Callie,” was all she said. Slow, calm, like this was what she had planned all along.
“What are you …? Why are you ..?” Callie spluttered around for words. She looked so lost. She looked so sad. Erica decided she just needed to tell her the truth.
“I came here to see you.”
“Why?” Callie said, and then her eyes darkened, a shadow crossed them.
“Oh,” she said.
“I’m sorry,” Erica offered.
“Everyone is,” Callie said, and a note of bitterness laced her tone.
“I just wanted …”
“To see if I was okay?” Callie’s eyes narrowed. “I think you’re a few years to late.”
“You didn’t want me.”
“That was never your decision to make.”
Erica sighed. This was what she had been afraid of.
“I didn’t come here to fight,” she said, and as if to prove her point, she reached out her hand, touched Callie’s arm, curled her fingers around the other woman’s wrist.
Callie jerked backward, but Erica kept her hold. A few seconds passed, and then Erica felt the other woman’s arm relax in her grasp.
“Do you want a drink?” Erica said. “You look like you could use one.”
Callie stared at her, and Erica could see the indecision in her eyes. She decided to offer up a truce.
“I’d like to hear about your daughter,” she said. “Sofia, right?”
“Okay,” Callie said. “One drink.”
•••
It wasn’t supposed to turn into this. Then again, it wasn’t supposed to turn into anything. She wasn’t even supposed to be here. And if by chance she was, it was supposed to be a simple hello, how are you, one drink and a goodbye.
It was never supposed to be one drink turned into two turned into three turned into gentle smiles and understanding nods and tissues being passed across a table.
Erica didn’t even do emotion.
Or at least she didn’t with anyone else.
But there was something about being here with Callie that was drawing her in, taking her back, memories and feelings flooding through her body. And even though every word Callie said stabbed her in the heart, made her remember what she willingly gave up, Erica still sat there, listening. Looked into Callie’s eyes, let herself get lost in Callie’s words.
Then, before she knew it, she was following Callie into the women’s bathroom after Callie excused herself in a rush.
Callie turned around when she heard the door being opened. There were tears dripping down her cheeks.
“You can’t do this to me,” she said.
“I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re here. You show up, after all this time.”
“I just want to know if you’re okay.”
“You don’t have that right anymore. You gave up that right when you walked away.”
“I know.”
“You know?” Callie’s eyes flashed. “Then why are you here?”
Erica spread her hands in front of her. “I told you,” she said simply. “I just wanted to know if you were okay.”
“Well, I’m not,” Callie said. “Happy now?”
“Not at all.”
“You left me.”
“You weren’t ready.”
“That wasn’t your decision to make.”
“I know.”
“You left me and you walked away.”
“I did.”
“I found her. I loved her. She was my world.”
“I know.”
“But she left me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re not.”
“I am,” Erica said. “I just want you to be happy.”
“I’m not happy.”
“I know.”
“I’m not sure I’ll ever be happy again.”
Erica didn’t say anything. Neither did Callie after that. They just stood there, staring at each other.
And then Callie moved, walked toward her, took her face in her hands, leaned in and kissed her.
It was hard, rough, not anything like it had ever been with them before.
But Erica needed this. As much as Callie did. And she responded in kind.
Her tongue found its way inside Callie’s mouth, her hands found their way into Callie’s dark curls.
Teeth gnashed, tongues dueled, and then hands began moving. Skimming down bodies, making their way under shirts.
They ended up in a stall, jeans around their ankles, fingers inside each other as they thrust together, groaning and grunting. The kisses didn’t stop until they were moaning each other’s names, resting their foreheads together as cum dripped down their legs, their chests heaving.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” Callie whispered into her ear as they redressed.
“Of course it doesn’t,” Erica said.
Callie walked out first, out of the bathroom, out of Joe’s, out into the cool night air. Erica followed a long time later, her heart still pounding, her body still tingling.
Seeing Callie again had sparked something inside her. She had gotten much more than she had planned for.
Two nights later, Erica found herself at Joe’s again. So did Callie.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” Callie said as she dipped her head and slid her tongue between Erica’s legs.
“Of course it doesn’t,” Erica said.
But her head told her differently. And the next night when Callie texted to tell her to meet her at Joe’s at eleven p.m. sharp, she wasn’t surprised at all.
This had never been in the plans, but for once, Erica was okay with that.