Title Best Laid Plans
Chapter Half Full or Half Empty (6/6)
Fandom Grey's Anatomy
Warning/Spoiler/Summary None. None. Derek and Callie get to know one another.
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Yang cornered me as soon as I got home that evening. She literally, tracked me into a corner where she questioned me about my twenty four hour date until she got the information she wanted.
"Yes! You two screwed! Thank God! Now maybe you'll get that goo goo ga ga look off of your face!"
She stood back and stared at my flushed face for a few seconds. "Fuck! You've still got the goo and the ga!" Yang stepped back and let me out of my corner, "So I take it he was good."
I don't even have words to tell her how good Derek was, so I, instead, curl up on the couch and let her pick and poke at me for a few minutes before I head into my room.
I shut the door and lean against it and immediately, my mind is filled with thoughts of Shepherd. His blue eyes, his damn addictive smile; the feel of his stubbled cheek against the skin of my belly. His hands….
I don't believe in love at first sight. Or love at first fuck. But none the less, I find myself standing in my closet, pulling out jeans, a t-shirt, scrubs and shoes, before heading over to my dresser and pulling out pjs and underwear.
I'm in the shower just long enough to use my vanilla scented shampoo, and my vanilla/brown sugar shower gel. As I towel dry my body, I'm trying to talk myself out of the stupid idea in my head. It doesn't work, I brush through my wet hair, putting it up into a loose ponytail, collect my toothbrush and toothpaste, and I head back to the bedroom and put on the jeans and shirt I'd set out. Grabbing the other items I'd collected I shove them all into a bag and leave the apartment.
It takes me thirty minutes to reach his place. In part because he lives all the way out in the middle of butt fuck nowhere, and in part because I turned around – changing my mind – three times.
And then I sit in my car, just down the road from his little tin can. My nerves biting at me – all jittery and sparking.
You don't believe in love at first sight. You don't believe in the perfect man wanting you even though you're damn imperfect. You don't believe in happily ever after. I think this mantra as I pull my car up next to his rover. I say it softly as I climb out of my car, pulling my hastily packed bag after me. I can hear it thrumming in my ears as I knock on his door, my hands shaking as I tuck them – casually – into my jean pockets.
And then he opens the door, and he's wearing jeans and a t-shirt – yeah, we match – and he smiles at me, and all of my hidden resolve and cool disappears.
"This was such a bad idea." Those are the first words out of my mouth, and I'm stumbling/walking backwards, until he catches my wrist.
He'd touched my wrist last night too.
"What's a bad idea Cal?"
Bad idea? What bad idea?
His hand is on my wrist and he's tugging me closer to him, and my mantra is gone. Or rather, it's changed. It kind of is… 'first sight', we didn't see one another before did we? And he is kind of perfect… maybe, perfect for me. And happily ever after, that starts with happily 'now'. My new mantra passes through my mind in the blink of an eye. But it's just long enough to make me lean forward versus pulling away from him.
"Callie?" He lifts one hand to my bangs, wavy and curly from the evening air.
"So I had this really bad idea, that I'm kind of hoping…," I'm holding on to his bicep with one hand while the other hand rests on his shoulder
"You're kind of hoping?"
"… I could spend the night?"
His smile is 'that smile', enticing and inviting. And, Jesus, I can see it in his eyes... he wants me, and not just in the bed warmer way – although, yeah that's there too.
And I don't realize I've been holding my breath until I hear him say: "You can spend every night…, if you want to."
And then I'm smiling 'that smile', stupidly happy and giddy.
The pessimist in me gives a final negative chirp, reminding me that this will never work.
But then the optimist in me, the newly born, 'happy giddy' optimist, tells the pessimist to shut the fuck up and take the hand Derek is offering me, and follow him into his home. Into his life.
It's good to be an optimist.