Title: Moment of Surrender 2/?
Rating: PG 13
Pairing: Callie/Mark, Callie/Derek
Disclaimer: All characters, events, settings and situations mentioned in this work are sole property of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for profit, in constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context and are not intended to be defamatory or factual in anyway.
Summary: “Why are you calling her Callie? She’s not your friend.”
To let the horses run free
Callie gripped the desk at the far end of the on call room as she found herself being lifted onto it.
Mark pulled at the strings of her scrub pants and grinned before leaning in to kiss her.
She giggled against his lips, arching her back a little into his touch, her skin humming with anticipation. She reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, but stopped suddenly at the sound of her pager going off.
He groaned, looked up at her and sneered, “Are you serious?”
“I have to go.” She pushed gently at his chest, but stopped and laughed when he didn’t move, “Mark--”
He thought about asking her about Derek. But all he could do was stare back. He mentally kicked himself for the lack of balls and sighed, “Go. Get out of here.”
She smiled warmly as he stepped aside for he to hop off and she playfully spanked him on her way to the door.
He laughed and turned to watch her smile over her shoulder, “I hate when you do that.”
“Thanks for the make out session.” She beamed a wide smile at him and he breathed a sigh of self rejection as the door closed behind her.
“What are you doing, Mark?” He groaned to himself.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the hospital, Derek Shepherd was hating life and needing a large pill for the headache he was currently nursing. He groaned as the elevator emptied and rested his head against the wall, counting slowly as he paced his breaths to somehow ease the throbbing in his head. Bu then he thought about Callie Torres, and the pain didn’t seem so bad. He thought about her lips on his and her hand as she touched his hair.
The doors opened and he pushed his weight off the wall, stopping short as he exited the elevator when he saw the face he’d just been daydreaming about.
Callie looked up from her phone and smiled, surprised at the mess of gorgeous hair in front of her, “Good morning, stud.”
He smiled, balancing his briefcase in one hand, “Good morning, Doctor Torres.”
She curled one corner of her mouth in a smirk and crossed her arms over her chest. She was feeling cocky, “You weren‘t this formal last night.”
“Last night I was very drunk. I don’t remember much--” He lied, “--but I hope nothing--I hope I didn’t take advantage of you or anything.”
She laughed, “You give yourself a lot of credit. How are you feeling?”
“My head’s killing me. But I drank enough, I think. I was kind of asking for it.”
“You kind of were.”
He froze as she reached out. And all he saw were her lips, slightly parted and he thought about them on his own. He felt her hand through his hair and he wanted to touch hers. She smiled and he wanted to steal another kiss.
“You’ll be fine.” She told him, suddenly remembering her previous route, “I have to go. I’ll see you later.”
He nodded and watched as she walked away, “Do you want to have lunch later?” He called, making a few heads turn, but so did hers, so the others weren’t anything to worry about, “If you don’t have plans.”
“I don’t have plans.” She nodded taking a step backward, “I’ll see you.”
“See you.“ He sighed heavily, catching himself staring off long after she was out of sight.
“Morning.” Derek greeted Mark as he strolled into the lounge. He glanced briefly at the couch where Mark sat and he smirked quietly because for a moment, he could picture Callie lying there perfectly only twenty-four hours prior.
“Good morning.” Mark almost spat back ay his supposed friend, grimacing at the last bite of his sandwich he was currently finishing, because he felt, suddenly, derived of appetite. He crossed his arms over his chest and sneered as best he could at the back of Derek’s annoyingly perfect hair. “I thought you could handle your alcohol better.”
Derek smiled as he poured himself a cup of coffee, thinking back for about the hundredth time to the previous night. “Yeah, well--.” He turned and took a seat at the table, noting the way Mark seemed to want to tear his head off. “--I thought you and Callie were a couple. You learn a lot after a long afternoon of drinking.” He smiled smugly and welcomed the bitter stare that faced him.
“Why are you calling her Callie? She’s not your friend.” Mark demanded, tapping his foot furiously.
“We are.” Derek replied smartly, “Friends. We’re having lunch together today. Like friends. Friends that have lunch.”
“No, you’re not--”
Derek’s pager went off and he stood, “I’ve got to go.”
“No, you’re not!” Mark called after him, but was half way out the door before he could demand further. He felt an instant surge of jealousy rush through him. He felt twelve again. When everything was about Derek. He did everything just a little bit better. He was just a little bit better. And now he wanted this. Mark shook his head and told himself to get a grip. He was not a child anymore. He was a man. A better man. A better man than Derek and he was not going to let him win this one.
Callie leaned over the desk at the nurses’ station, iPod on full blast in her ears, playing Queen’s Greatest Hits. She’s suddenly been in the mood for some Freddy Mercury and the past couple of days had been spent listening to her Queen collection during any and every break she had. A loud gorilla-like slam on the counter made her jump and, on instinct, pull her earphones out of her ears with a start and aloud curse that turned a couple of heads, “Shhit!” She almost squealed, her hand to her chest as she turned, eyes wide, to face an anxious looking Mark, “What’s wrong with you?!”
“Do you want to have sex? Right now?” He asked without missing a beat, a slightly glazed look in his eyes that was making Callie think maybe he was on some kind of drug. His tone was low and enticing, but Callie was too busy to notice ’low’ and ’enticing’ when all she could hear was--’intense’ and animalistic ally frightening. “It’s lunch time. Come on.”
Callie blinked back then, her heart rate finally settling as she looked at the time on her phone, “Oh, it’s lunch time, no. I have plans--are you okay?” She asked, just making sure, because mark was looking a little constipated.
“I’m fine. What kind of plans?” he asked, leaning in, and trying his best to smile in that way that makes him look assertive and like his prey is in for the ride of their life, but he’s not sure it was working because Callie was putting away her Ipod and looking at her phone like she was late for a really important date--date. He didn’t like the look of that, “Blow it off. It’ll be worth it.”
“No--” She started, then stopped with one glance at Mark’s demeanor. She reached out, touched his forehead and frowned when he pushed her hand away, “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re looking a little--”
“--intense. I can’t blow it off. It’s just lunch. And I’m late.”
“Lunch with whom?” He asked, but she had brushed him off with a pat on the shoulder before he could inquire further and he grinded his teeth in return. Oh, he was definitely not liking this at all.
It wasn’t that Derek was nervous. But--damn it, he was nervous. He sneered, disgusted with himself because--when did Derek Shepherd become a fifteen year old girl? He pushed and pulled at his tray, centering it just so on the corner table he took all of five minutes to choose in the cafeteria. He took a deep breath and looked around the crowded room, then drummed his fingers on the table top before looking at his watch. He wondered if one o’clock was too late for lunch.
He was about to take his phone out from his pocket, when a tray was slid beside his and he looked up in time to be met by an adorably crooked grin.
“Am I late? You haven’t’ been waiting long, have you?” Callie asked, smiling a little wider at the almost flustered look on Derek’s face. Damn it there was the fuzzy feeling again and this time, no alcohol to blame it on.
“You look nice.” He blurted subconsciously, smiling back as he eyed her--hopefully-- inconspicuously.
Callie frowned for a second, glancing at her attire, then chuckling, “You like my scrubs?”
“I love them.” He replied quickly, mentally patting himself on the back for the slight blush that appeared on her cheeks, “I’d bet you look good in anything, though.” Another blush and a bashful sideways glance. If anyone was keeping score, he was pretty sure that was worth at least ten points.
She cursed herself for blushing and looked away for an instant to force her body heat back to normal. She cleared her throat and looked up again, “So, last night--you were pretty messed up.” She laughed at his frown, “Were you--mourning something?” She asked as carelessly as she could manage, then added, “--mourning someone?” She added a shrug to show she wasn’t asking about anyone in particular. Her heart beat a little too hard in her chest and she wondered why. She demanded to know why the hell she suddenly wanted to know anything about this man’s person life.
He studied her features carefully. He wanted to tell her that she looked softer in the daylight, and through eyes that weren’t clouded with alcohol. She really was beautiful, and he wanted to tell her that. But he wasn’t that brave around her just yet. “No.” He leaned in after pushing his tray aside and linking his hands on the tabletop, “No, last night was just for fun.” His voice dropped as he leaned in closer and added, “--last night was a lot of fun.”
“You remember last night, Shepherd?” She teased back, “Something tells me you don’t.” She picked up a carrot stick and took a generous bite of it.
“I remember a lot of things from last night.” He replied smugly, “I remember--that beauty mark you’re hiding with your hair--” He reached out in a bold moment of valor, and brushed her hair aside to point out said beauty mark just bellow her ear, “--right there.” He dared let his fingers graze her skin as he pulled his hand away and he fought the urge to smile smugly with the tiny shiver he drew from her. “And I remember asking you a question last night, as well.”
She felt at a loss for words as the lingering feel of his fingertips against her skin made her lose the ability to speak for a second too long, “Wh--a what question?”
He opened his mouth to remind her, but he groaned inwardly when Mark decided to make an entrance and his presence well know by dropping his food tray loudly on the table, then flopping down beside Callie, “It’s a lovely day for lunching with friends, huh?”
Mark looked from one friend to the other, teasingly patting Callie’s shoulder as he winked at her, then smiled brightly at an obviously bothered Derek.
“Hey, Mark.” Callie greeted warmly, almost thankful for his appearance. She knew perfectly well what question Derek was alluding to, and she wasn’t sure she should answer it just yet.
“These were your lunch plans?” Mark asked with a disbelieving chuckle in Callie’s direction, “What is this, a date?” He asked, then grinned like he’d won the lottery when he heard Derek’s ’yes’ and Callie’s ’no’. What really made him smile, however, was the little snort that came along with Callie response. He beamed at Derek, who was mostly staring ahead at nothing in embarrassment, then back at Callie, who was staring at her plate--in embarrassment. Mark laughed and sat back in his chair, picking up a carrot from Callie’s plate and chewing happily. He took a deep breath and sighed, “I love Wednesdays.”
Callie waited a long, uncomfortable minute of averting her eyes and Mark--gloating, before sitting up straight and gathering mostly untouched food, “I have to go.”
“Hey, we still on for tonight?” Mark asked as she stood.
“Yeah.” She responded over her shoulder, then scurried off quickly.
“You’re an idiot.” Derek told Mark sternly as he sat happily across the table.
“Why?” He sneered, “You’re the one who thinks mediocre meals in the hospital cafeteria qualifies as a date. You’re not her type. And she’s not your type either.”
“I don’t’ have a type.” Derek snapped, then added, “And neither does she.”
“How do you know? You don’t even know her.”
“And you do?” Derek laughed, “She was ten kinds of uncomfortable and you didn’t bat an eyelash. You‘re an ape.”
“She wasn’t uncomfortable for herself. She was uncomfortable for YOU.”
“Right.” Derek nodded once, “You keep telling yourself that. Ape.”
“You’ve got bad vibes, man.” Mark declared, pushing his chair back and leaving in a huff. He was not in the mood for this crap. But he couldn’t help but wonder about what Derek had told him. He knew Callie. He knew her in all sorts of undress--multiple times. He knew she liked vanilla ice cream when she was hung over. He was pretty sure he’d know if she was upset.
He bumped into an intern on his way out of the cafeteria and he turned to glare at the young Doctor, “Not only are you a sorry excuse for a Doctor, but you’ve suddenly forgotten how to walk, too?!” He slammed his palm against the swinging door, sending it crashing against the wall as he walked out.
Derek stayed behind, ignoring Mark’s childlike behavior as he simmered in his own humiliation. He could feel his ears reddening to the tips and he mindlessly kicked the chair across him from under the table. A couple of passing nurses turned to look at him wearily and he slowly, lifted his eyes to meet theirs, “Yes?” He asked, mockingly calm.
They simply looked away quickly and scattered. He rolled his eyes and groaned once more as he rubbed his palm over his eyes and pressed the heel of it against his eyelid, welcoming the figures and little tadpoles of light swimming across his view. He really wasn’t sure why, but he wanted to run after Callie so badly and apologize for being so presumptuous. He hardly knew her. Personally anyway. Well, he knew more now. He knew the flickers of gold in her eyes. He knew the freckle just behind her ear. And he knew the little habit she had of biting the inside of her cheek when she was thinking about something.
And now, she was off somewhere because he couldn’t stop thinking about the flickers of gold and the freckles to watch his mouth to keep him from getting in trouble.
And Mark. Stupid Mark. He couldn’t help but feel like he was always in a never-ending race with him. Everything was a competition. EVERYTHING.
He really wanted to know what Callie was thinking.
Callie released a heavy breath that she had not realized she was holding as she walked up a long corridor. She held her hands up to her ears, gently touching her palm to them, feeling them slowly cooling down. Her brow furrowed as she thought back on the events of the past half hour. She’d been walking around aimlessly since then and her brain had not stopped processing and reprocessing the small exchange of words between the three people.
Was she dating Derek Shepherd. Of course not. But she wanted to. He obviously wanted to. And it wouldn’t be such a bad thing. Two single people. Worse had happened. And he was attractive. She knew that. And she was pretty sure he knew that.
And then there was Mark. She grimaced at the thought of her best friend and his little appearance as he opened the door to the lounge and walked inside, quickly finding the empty couch and flopping down onto it. She took another deep breath and rested her head against the backrest, her eyes drifting shut. Mark and his audaciously--sometimes annoying--coziness in invading her personal space whenever he felt like it. Stupid Mark.
But it wasn’t all bad. It was just who he was. And it was who she was with him as well. She couldn’t deny that. Couldn’t hide it. She chuckled in the empty room as he she thought about it. Mark was definitely a character.
Just then, the door swung open and a voice sounded off in her direction, “I’m sorry.”
She turned her head only slightly to narrow her eyes at him, “What do you want?”
“I’m sorry.” He repeated, in a more obvious tone than before as he pulled something from behind his back.
She lifted her head in a frown to get a better look and her demeanor softened at the site. She bit back a smiled and sighed, “A lollipop bouquet, Mark?”
He looked at the thing in his hand, grimaced, then let it fall at his side, “I know. I know, but it was the best thing I could find in the stupid gift shop. But I took off the ’get well soon’ note.” he stepped inside and let the door swing closed behind him. He remained a few feet away, just in case he wasn’t allowed closer yet. He was feeling a little nervous. Apologies and gifts was not something he and Callie did well. It wasn’t something they did, period. “You looked upset. I’m sorry if it was my fault.” He mumbled sheepishly, “I could TELL you were upset because I pay attention.”
Callie smiled warmly at him, a little confused and a little surprised by the sudden act of kindness. “Okay.” She nodded.
“Can we still hang out tonight? I’m going to look pretty stupid alone at the movies.”
“Fine, but popcorn is on you.” She told him as she reached out for her gift.
“Okay.” He said, relieved as he handed over his peace offering, then took a seat beside her, reaching out to snatch a lollipop and being met with a smack on his hand.
“And I also may want a soft drink of some sort. And some candy.”
“You’ve got it.”
“And possibly, some sex afterward.” She added with a smirk to herself as she unwrapped one of her treats.
He smiled as he slipped a lollipop into his mouth and replied off handedly, “I think I can squeeze you in.”