Author Devylish
Title Little Surprises
Chapter The End and The Beginning 1/?
Fandom Grey's Anatomy
Pair Derek and Callie
Rating PG
Words 1976
Warning/Spoiler/Summary None. None. Business trips always end up like this, right?
Disclaimer All publicly recognizable characters, settings, plot, etc. are the property of the creators of the TV show Grey's Anatomy. Any original characters, settings and plots are the property of devylish. devylish is in no way associated with the TV show Grey's Anatomy and no copyright infringement is intended. This work is an amateur fan effort and no profit is being made.


Callie groaned as she lifted her head from the edge of the toilet. This was ridiculous; for a full week now she'd been sick as a dog at the most inopportune moments.

The most inopportune times being whenever she ate, whenever she moved, whenever she was awake. She'd thought, at first, that it was just the flu - it was amazing she didn't catch more colds and flus with the kind of stuff she was exposed to at the hospital - but after day three hit, she started to question the 'flu' diagnosis. In between her bouts of puking, she felt fine. Energized even. The flu would leave her feeling drained.

So no flu.

But still puking.

Day 5.

She glanced at the box sitting on the toilet next to her. A small pink and blue box that she'd been carrying around with her for about two days.

There was no way it was possible, but… well, okay, technically it was possible.

But… shit!

Standing up, she ripped open the box and pulled out the contents. Plastic stick and instructions. She crumpled up the instructions, shimmied out of her scrub pants and sat down.

Seven minutes later and a starry eyed, light headed Callie was wandering the halls of SGH, gloves and pen in one pocket of her lab coat, plastic stick with a giant blue + sign in the other pocket.

LSLSLSLSLSLSLSLS

Yang offered a sarcastic response at the same time that she settled on the floor next to the crying Callie. "So, uh do we know who your baby's daddy is?"

Callie dropped her head onto Yang's slender shoulder and with a nod, hiccupped a morose, "yes."

"Well that's a good thing. I mean, we could be clueless. This way we know who's responsible for child support payments."

Callie didn't know if Yang's statement made her want to cry or laugh more, so she compromised, and did both.

"Oh shit. Don't cry Torres. I don't do well with crying girls. Or crying boys for that matter. Tears in general, not good." She awkwardly hugged her roommate; patting her shoulder hesitantly.

After a few seconds of torrential tears/laughter, Callie pulled herself together and with a sniff pulled away from Yang. "I'm in so much of a mess here Yang. I mean, I'm in a huge huge fucked up situation here."

"Pregnancy isn't the end of the world Callie."

"It is when -," Callie halted and shimmied a glance at Cristina.

"When what?" Yang leaned in curiously.

"Pinky swear, mother's grave, pass your boards promise not to tell anyone?"

"Shit! Why does everyone make me swear to keep my mouth shut?"

"Because you are the hospital gossip, other people pale in comparison to you when it comes to gossip."

"I don't gossip. I share. I'm a sharing person." She turned her body to face Callie's, "it's a good thing."

Callie sighed, this was probably a horrible idea. A horrible idea at the culmination of a long line of horrible ideas. But she needed to share; needed input. "So you remember how I told you I was going to the Yakima medical convention two or three months ago?"

"Yup. The boring convention. You said it was one of the most boring 12 hours that you've ever spent in your life."

"Yeah, well, um…"

"You met the dad at the convention?" Yang jumped in.

"Well, sort of…, yes."

LSLSLSLSLSLSLSLS

Callie had just taken a seat at one of the tables closest to the lounge doors when she felt someone tap her shoulder. She turned to the side and came face to face with Derek Shepherd.

"Dr. Torres," he smiled his genial smile and sat down in the chair next to her, "So I hear you got looped into going to the Yakima Medical Convention too?"

"You're going too? I thought the hospital was trying to watch their spending? Sending two doctors to a convention for two days, not exactly frugal."

"I'm a late addition to the attendee list, turns out Dr. Erik Guether is going to put in an appearance."

"Ooooh, your rival."

"He's not my rival, he's a colleague, and a very talented neurosurgeon. And since he's here on the west coast, it makes sense that I try and hear him speak."

Callie lightly nudged her shoulder into Derek's. "If it makes you feel any better, even if though he's handsome, European, and very talented, if I needed a neurosurgeon, I'd still choose you."

He shook his head and smiled down at her. "Thanks, Torres."

"No problem. Hey, wanna road trip together?" As soon as she asked the question, she could have thunked herself on the head. Road trip with McPerfect? We barely talk to one another at work…ABOUT work…, and now, I've offered to lock myself in a car with him for 2.5 hours? Doink.

"Sounds like a plan. I'll pick you up at 1600 tomorrow?"

Crap. "Sure."

LSLSLSLSLSLSLSLS

I never plan to get myself into these messes. I wake up most mornings in a groggy but positive mood. Prepared to face the day like any other normal person does.

And then, I open my mouth and it all goes to hell in a hand basket.

Or hell in a Land Rover as the case may be.

They'd been on the road for about twenty minutes, windshield wipers beating the windows in a frantic staccato, when she finally commandeered the radio.

"What're you doing?"

"Making you cool."

"I'm already cool."

"You listen to talk radio… so that's not even possible." She flipped the dial a few times until she heard a blast of music that made her grin from ear to ear. Spinning the dial until the volume was at maximum she started dancing in her seat. Eyes closed, lips moving, hair swinging….

And I need your love, babe
That's all I'm living for, yeah.

I didn't wanna pressure you, baby
But all I ever wanted to do

I wanna be your lover
I wanna be the only one that makes you come, running
I wanna be your lover
I wanna turn you on, turn you out
All night long, make you shout
Oh, lover! Yeah
!

Derek split his focus between the rain slicked roads and Callie's carefree antics; a smile building on his face until he gave in and started singing along with her.

Callie opened her eyes, and flashed a grin at Derek as they grooved to Prince.

And they say I'm so shy
But with you I just go wild!

I didn't wanna pressure you, baby (No)
But all I ever wanted to do

I wanna be your lover

As the song faded, Callie turned the radio down and lightly punched Derek in the arm. "You like Prince!"

"He's a phenomenal guitarist."

"Yeah, but not in that piece… that piece is pure fluff!" She stared at him. "Derek, you've got a secret freak in you!"

He laughed. "I like all kinds of music. And all kinds of books. And all kinds of women." He glanced at her again. "I'm multi faceted."

She laughed in his direction and, suddenly completely comfortable in his presence, she asked him the question that had been eating away at her for the last year. "So… I'm curious, what happened between you and Meredith?"

Keeping his eyes trained on the darkening landscape, he hedged his response, "You two are friends,

she didn't tell you?"

"Okay first, we're not friends. We're acquaintances, friends of friends. And secondly, no. She didn't say much about 'the break up'." Callie smiled darkly as she remembered something Meredith had said. "She did mention something about wanting to sneak into your RV sometime and shave all of your hair off."

He unconsciously lifted his hand to his temple before bringing it back down to the wheel as the car swerved. "That was probably right after we broke up… right?"

"Yup… haven't heard her threaten that recently."

The thwack thwack of the wipers played in time to the tune on the radio.

Callie pushed. "Sooooo?"

He evaded again, a smile catching his lips "maybe I was too much of a freak for her."

"Pffft." Callie turned in her seat so that she was facing him a little more. "Ooops, did I say that out loud?"

Thwack thwack.

"Meredith is a lot of… work," he offered quietly.

"And that translated out of boy speak would mean? "

"She's a lot of work." He turned up the wipers to high. Thwick thwick thwick thwick.

"So you guys broke up because you're lazy?"

He ignored her jab. "I know relationships take work, and I'm willing to put in my fair share. I'm even willing to do over my fair share. But Mere… Mere is wonderful…. Wonderful and high maintenance…, and she never trusted me."

"Did you earn her trust?" Callie asked before moving on to the first half of Derek's complaint. "Meredith doesn't really strike me as the high maintenance type."

Derek snorted, then clarified. "I'm not talking about jewelry or fancy cars 'high maintenance, I'm talking about emotionally. I spent all of our relationship 'talking'. Answering questions. Soothing the feathers that I somehow, accidentally, unknowingly ruffled." He looked at Callie then turned his eyes back to the road. "High maintenance."

"Women talk. That's how we learn shit. I dare you to find a woman who doesn't ask questions."

"Addison didn't ask questions… or at least nowhere near as many questions."

"You're still interested in Addie?"

"Jesus no!"

"That was adamant."

"We're much better friends then we were spouses."

"Well I still say most women ask questions."

"I don't mind occasionally answering questions. But whatever happened to silent communication? To knowing what your partner was thinking without having to verbalize it."

"Are you kidding me?" She looked at him as if he was insane, not that he noticed with his eyes glued to the freeway. "Women and men understanding one another… without even talking? Nonverbal communication between the sexes is a fallacy."

"Where the hell did this weather come from?" He muttered.

Callie ignored his question "I thought… everyone thought you and Meredith were 'it'. The perfect couple."

"The perfect tortured couple. Is it just me," he dared to pull his eyes from the road and glanced at Callie. "Or should love be more of a good thing?"

"What?"

"I get that you have to work at it... but should you constantly worry about whether it's worth it?"

Callie settled back in her seat. "No." Her voice was low.

They drove to the sound of the wipers and the muted radio for ten minutes each lost in their own thoughts. Derek broke the semi-silence with a swear. "Damn, where'd the hell did this weather come from? I'm going to take the next exit; I think we need to see if we can sit out this storm for a bit."

When they pulled off of the highway, the blinking 'vacancy' lights of some small hotel/motel winked at them through the downpour.

Pulling into the lot, Derek flipped the radio stations until he found something that was broadcasting the weather.

'…. most of Washington. In particular we're seeing flash flooding and blinding rains along the southeast corridor of the state. Yakima and surrounding suburbs are being told to stay indoors unless it's absolutely necessary to travel. We expect this flash flooding and torrential storm to continue until after midnight tonight.'

"Are you kidding me? I hate this state. Noah's ark style storms out of nowhere. What the hell?"

"You've been here for four years; you should be use to it by now."

"This doesn't bother you?"

He shrugged, "We'll get a couple of rooms here, then make the last hour of the trip tomorrow." He started the engine and drove the truck as close to the office of the Spencer Hotel as possible. "I'll be right back."