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missed connections (a/u)
~ Seattle, 2009 ~
"Are you okay?" Lexie Grey asked.
"Um... um... I don’t--I’m fine."
Callie Torres hopped off her bar stool and ran into the dirty bar bathroom before the tears trickled down her cheeks. Not only did it feel like her life was falling apart, it felt like she was constantly being pulled further and further away from the happiness she so desperately desired. She was trying so hard to keep everything together, she was starting to question if it was worth fighting so much for.
"Of course it is," she told herself. "You're okay. It's a bad week, not a bad life." She slowly composed herself: wiped her tears and fixed her hair through the mirror. She took a few deep breaths and then held her head high, ready to take on the world again.
On her way out of the bathroom, the door swung open and a blonde woman appeared. Callie instinctively moved out of her way but the other woman insisted she go first.
"After you..." the woman held the door open.
"Thanks," Callie cracked a small smile and locked eyes with the woman's baby blue ones. For a brief moment she saw a lifetime in this woman's eyes: a wedding, a child, a house with a backyard.
"Have a good night," the woman kindly returned the smile and proceeded into the bathroom to go about her own business.
Callie shook her head to clear her thoughts, then proceeded out of the Emerald City bar. She retreated back to her apartment and began to pack her bags. She needed to sort out her life, and she did it the only way she knew how: a silent retreat to a B&B in the mountains.
positions
With her eyes still closed, Arizona’s mind awakened from its deep slumber. Pillows and sheets were being rearranged behind her back, and she instinctively knew what her girlfriend was trying to do.
“Calliope...” she groaned.
“Sorry,” Callie replied in a forced whisper. “I’m just--sorry-”
“Don’t be...” Arizona opened her eyes and sat up. “Do you want one of my pillows?”
“No,” Callie quickly refused, “I’ll manage. I’m just trying to get comfortable.”
“I know, here, take my pillow...” Arizona took the item and offered it to her girlfriend. She watched Callie attempt to get comfortable again, but her basketball belly made it difficult to find an acceptable position.
“That’s it!” Callie huffed, “I give up. I’m just not gonna sleep tonight.”
“Callie,” Arizona lovingly smiled at very pregnant girlfriend. “Do you want me to grab more pillows?”
“I have enough pillows, I just can’t find the right position!”
“Then let’s keep trying to find one...” Arizona stood on her knees and began arranging the pillows. They tried many different positions: from Callie’s head at the foot of the bed, to one with Callie’s leg draped over Arizona’s waist. Nothing seemed to work until Callie found herself with her head rested on Arizona’s inner thigh. Arizona’s thigh was the perfect circumference to cradle her head, and the rest of her body aligned perfectly with her spine.
“This is the one,” Callie hummed in satisfaction.
“Really?” Arizona chuckled at the woman on her thigh.
“Mmhmm,” Callie cuddled her girlfriend’s leg and drifted off to sleep, between Arizona’s legs.
role play
~ SEATTLE, 2011 ~
Wednesday night, hump day, the two surgeons made it home just in time to catch their new late night TV show: 101 Space Prisoners.
“Yes...” *chew chew* “Yeees...” *chew chew* “YEEEEEES-”
“Are you going to do that every time Maven Mayes appears on the screen?”
Callie Torres nodded her head, which was rested on her girlfriend’s lap; Arizona’s fingers gently running through her hair. “Yup,” *chew chew* “I want her to grease my engine.”
Arizona furrowed her brows and narrowed her eyes, unsure if what her girlfriend said was supposed to be sexy--because it didn’t sound super sexy. “You’re--excited--again, aren’t you...”
“Yup,” Callie tilted her head towards the ceiling and dropped a few bits of popcorn into her mouth, “Morning sickness, afternoon munchies, sundown go-down...” she listed on her thumb, index, and middle finger.
“Right,” Arizona frowned and nodded her head. The episode ended and Callie turned the television off before the credits could roll.
“Beeed tiiime?” Callie sang suggestively.
“Tonight?”
“We can play Skysquad and Foresters,” Callie chuckled and struggled to sit up from her reclined position. “You can be Maven, and-” she grasped onto the back of the couch to help herself up, “I’ll be Texa.”
“Maybe you should take it easy and be Faha,” Arizona teased with a light laugh.
Callie made an unimpressed face and forced herself to stand, with a helpful nudge from her girlfriend. “Are you in or not?”
“Sure,” Arizona chuckled, “I’ll ‘grease your engine”,” she teased, followed by a revving noise from her throat.
“Don’t mock me,” Callie played offended.
“One more,” Arizona snickered.
“Fine, what?”
“Look how much popcorn you ate!” Arizona smirked and grasped her girlfriend’s growing baby bump with both hands.
Callie subtly rolled her eyes and released a light laugh, “Okay, that was a good one.”
“Now where were we?” Arizona grasped her girlfriend’s hips and carefully backed her into the bedroom, “Right. Controller Texa, I hear you need a mechanic?”
Callie smirked and followed her girlfriend’s lead. She loved it when they brought laughter and a bit of imagination into the bedroom.
hamster on a piano
~ Seattle, Year 2121 ~
Callie and Arizona are finally back together.
Callie hands Arizona a 32GB memory stick.
Arizona: “What is this?”
Callie: All of the funny hamster videos I couldn’t show you while we were separated.
Callie: You might want to start watching.
Callie: There’s over twelve hours of material.
cardio godmother
“Re-print it.”
“But it’s exactly how you wanted it-”
“And now I can see that it’s too small. Re-print it.”
“That will take another eight hours!”
“I don’t care--wait, someone is calling me...” Cristina Yang took her phone out of her pocket and noticed the name that flashed on her screen. “Re-print it.” She gave Shane Ross a stern look and then answered her phone. “Robbins?”
“Cristina?”
Cristina’s lips parted in surprise, “Hi, chicken. What are you doing?”
“Miss Molly’s heart broke again, can you fix it?” the four year old asked.
“I can’t right now. I’m in Switzerland, remember?”
“When are you coming back?”
“I’ll visit again soon, I promise. Where are your moms?”
“Momma’s in the kitchen with her new friend,” Sofia sighed.
“Sofia, does she know you’re calling me from her cellphone?”
“I dunno.”
“You should give her phone back before she misses it...”
“But what about Miss Molly?” the child worried.
“Right,” Cristina closed her eyes for a moment. “Um... can you find some tape?”
“Uh-huh...”
Cristina heard her goddaughter’s little feet shuffle across the floor, and she knew Sofia had gotten the item.
“Got it,” Sofia informed.
“Okay, tape it around her chest like we did with gauze the last time.”
Sofia did her best and did as her godmother instructed, “But she’s still broken.”
“I know, chicken. But she’ll be stable until your mom can sew her up.”
“Okay,” Sofia sighed.
“I love you,” Cristina added.
“Wuv you too, Cristina.”
“Good,” Cristina chuckled, “Now give your momma her phone before she has a pickle.”
catholic school part 3
< Part 2 <
“So… I’ve decided to go to Seattle High.”
“Yes,” Arizona clenched her first and quietly cheered in victory.
“You didn’t like St. Mary’s?” Callie asked curiously.
“I liked both of them,” Sofia admitted. “But Seattle High has a kick-ass robotics program, and they have tight connections with MIT… which is where I’d like to be.”
Callie nodded her head with a proud smirk on her face, “Robotics… alright!”
“Well, we support whatever you choose to do, Sofia,” Arizona reassured. “Just remember that.”
“Cool…” the teenager smiled and took her application papers into her arms before heading to her room to apply to the high school of her choice.
“At least we know she won’t let the boys hog the sciences,” Callie told her wife.
“Right,” Arizona agreed, “And she won’t be sharing deodorant with the sisterhood.”
Callie shot her wife an unimpressed look, but ended up joining her wife in laughter. Both schools had their pros and cons, but they were both relieved that their daughter was mature enough to decide what was right for herself.
catholic school part 2
< Part 1 <
Later that evening, Callie and Arizona laid in bed while they silently urged their bodies to sleep.
“Did you ever wonder… in high school?” Arizona asked. “You said you were friends with queer girls, so… did you ever wonder?”
“What? No,” Callie couldn’t help but laugh. “I liked boys.”
“But you didn’t even think that you could possibly swing for the other team?”
“Not really,” Callie shook her head in denial. “I dated boys and that was enough for me.”
“Ah,” Arizona went silent and tried to picture her wife in high school. She wondered what Callie Torres was like back then, if they would have gotten along if they met years and years before.
“But I guess there was this one time…” Callie confessed.
"Yeah?”
“In the change room…” Callie played a long.
“Uh-huh...” Arizona slowly arched her eyebrow.
“I forgot my deodorant and this girl I didn’t really know let me borrow hers.”
“Ew,” Arizona laughed.
“It was a sisterhood,” Callie laughed along. “No boundaries.”
“That is not where I thought this story was going,” Arizona snort.
“What did you expect?” Callie snickered. “You already know I was a late bloomer in the lady loving department.”
> Part 3 >