Author: Chelle Storey-Daniel
Pairing: Callie/George George/Izzie implied
Summary: I was asked to write this for my friend Audrey's birthday. Based on the music video and the previews that we've seen ... she wanted me to write a version of events when George finally confesses his infidelity. She had very specific requirements and I think I covered them all. Happy birthday, Audrey, you old hag. I hope this depresses you as much as it did me.
A/N: I've incorporated a few spoilers that I've read into this fic so it could potentially be spoilery, but I doubt it. My mind isn't quite as whacked out as Shonda's. :)
On Wednesday, Callie had managed to screw up the rotating schedule for the hospital residents, leaving second shift so understaffed that several people had to pull a double. Webber had yelled at her for ten minutes and when he asked her to explain herself, she had not felt compelled to tell him that she thought her husband was cheating on her. Instead, she said that it was a little overwhelming and she was adjusting slowly. Chief Webber had informed her that if she didn’t adjust a little faster, she would find an adjustment in her salary as her took away her shiny new job title and set her back to her old rate of pay.
That night, she had cried herself to sleep and never heard George come into the room. When she woke up, he was already gone and there was no sign that he had been there at all. She actually checked the closet to see if his clothing was still there. For a month, he had been a silent phantom who barely said two words to her. At first she had chalked it up to the intern exam, but in her heart she knew better. In her heart, she knew that her marriage was over.
By noon on Thursday, she had incurred the Chief’s wraith no less than four times. The last time had actually been in front of Bailey and Sydney, who openly laughed at her when Webber had stalked away. George had approached her out of the blue and told her that he needed to talk to her and she knew that the end was near. She knew that it was inevitably coming and it would kill her. When her shift finally ended, he appeared in front of her with a determined look on his face.
She became *that* girl. She begged him not to tell her, not after the day she had, not after the week she’d had. She pleaded, openly crying, which was foreign to her.
George hugged her, hanging on tight as she sobbed against his shoulder. He had pulled her into the on call room and spooned against her back as she told him how much she regretted taking the job as Chief Resident. He assured her that she could resign, but she said that she made a commitment by signing the job offer and she would have to learn to live with it. His grip tightened on her waist and he nuzzled the back of her ear, telling her it would be okay.
He initiated the sex and she let him.
Even though she knew that it was anything but okay.
On Friday, she awoke feel nauseated. George, as usual, was gone and she rushed to the bathroom where she vomited up the crackers she’d had for dinner. Stress did crazy things to people. Sitting on the toilet, she cried, dreading the day that lay ahead. Fridays were notoriously busy in the hospital and she wasn’t prepared. She didn’t want to be prepared.
George would be telling her that night.
She had no doubt about that.
"I can’t tell her." George shook his head as he paced the length of the stairwell. "I saw her cry over her *job*, Izzie. Over her *job*. I can’t hurt her this way."
"But you said that your marriage was a mistake! You said you loved me." Izzie protested, grabbing his arm. "You don’t love her."
George closed his eyes, remembering the way his wife, his WIFE, had trembled in his arms the night before. "I - I think - no - I know that I was mistaken about that. If I didn’t love her ... I’d be a fool."
"Why? Because you married her?"
"No, Izzie," George replied. "Because I know her. I’d be a fool to let her go."
"Because she’s rich, right?" Izzie threw her hands up in the air. "Forgive the fuck out of me for donating all of Denny’s money and not keeping it to entice you with."
George glared at her. "Forgive the fuck out of me if I need to remind you that Denny died less than four months ago and you want me to fill his place."
"You’re not in love with me. I’m the rebound that you accused Callie of being. You’re in love with the idea of love and you like the forbidden fruit. You wanted Alex because he was the bad guy that none of us approved of. You wanted Denny because he was a patient and that was against the rules. And you want me because I’m married. And you hate my wife."
"I hate you more." Izzie stormed past him and out of the stairwell.
George sat down and put his head in his hands. A few minutes later, Jane Burke sat down beside him. He looked startled and said, "Dr. Burke resigned, Mrs. Burke. He’s not here."
"I know," Jane smiled at him. "He wanted me to come and pick up a few things at the apartment. And he wanted me to stop and give you a little advice."
"Your mistress told him about your affair and he told me how you thought you were in love with two people." Jane clasped her hands between her knees. "That’s not possible, Dr. O’Malley. The reason Burke left Cristina at the altar is because he’s a heart man. He’s a heart man, but he still tried to make her become someone she wasn’t. He tried to take away the parts of her that made her who she is. You don’t try to change people you love.
"He wanted me to tell you that you still have high standards and maybe you should apply them to yourself." Jane took a deep breath and continued. "He said that all of you went fishing and he told you on that trip that you were either part of a team or you play alone for the rest of your life. Marriage should be the strongest team there is. You told my son that you don’t believe in divorce, but your wife deserves to know the truth."
George nodded. "It’s gonna kill her."
"Will you get a divorce?"
"I don’t believe in divorce," George replied instantly. "No one in my family has *ever* gotten divorced and -"
"Is that why you stay, George? Do you not love your wife at all?"
"I didn’t realize it until last night. I do love her. She’s not the strong ortho chick who breaks bones and wears last night’s eyeliner. She *cried* and she’s never done that before."
Jane got to her feet and put a hand on his shoulder. "Marriage is a team, son. I think you need to put the ball in her court instead of hanging onto it. You’re holding up the game by refusing to own your play. You take care now."
George nodded. He would take care.
Great care of his marriage.
Callie was lying on her back, still wearing her jacket, with her purse over her shoulder, when George came home. She pulled her purse in front of her and wrapped her arms around it, as if the act of holding onto something, anything, would keep her from drowning in the pain. Taking a deep breath, she said, "You can tell me now."
George set his bag beside the door and pulled a chair from beneath the table. Sitting across from her, he really looked at her. She was beautiful, even now, with her eyes so sad and exhausted from another bad day, she was stunning. He wanted to reach forward and touch her hair, but he laced his fingers together instead. "I would give anything in the world to not have to tell you this."
Callie’s blood was rushing through her veins fast enough to make her light headed. "Say it, George."
"I slept with Izzie. It was the night I got drunk. The night before your dad came. She’s been telling me for weeks now that she’s in love with me and I - I thought that I was in love with her, too." George had expected tears to fall from her face, but instead it remained impassive so he cried enough for the two of them. "Yesterday ... I was going to tell you that I was leaving you for her, but then you cried and my heart shattered. You’ve intimidated the hell out of me since I met you. You’re bold and you take charge, but last night you let *me* take charge and I was happy to do it. I was *happy*, Callie, to be with you. I want to be with *you*. Say ... say something."
"An annulment will hurt my parents less than a divorce."
"No. I don’t want either. I’m telling you that I’m sorry and that -"
Callie got to her feet and walked into the bathroom, still carrying her purse, still wearing her jacket. He heard the lock click and stood, knocking lightly. "Callie, please? Come out and talk to me."
George put a hand over his mouth when he heard her begin to sob. It was the most pitiful ... the most gut wrenching and *pained* sound that he had ever heard. Callie was crying the way that most people cried when they were told that they had lost a loved one. Laying his hand against the door, he begged, loudly, for her to let him in. He pleaded, he cried, he threatened to jump off the balcony, but it didn’t do any good.
She continued to cry.
George sat with his head leaning against the door, hating the barrier, hating that he couldn’t get to her. She eventually made herself sick and he closed his eyes as he listened to her heaving and choking on her sobs. "Callie, please open the door!"
The toilet flushed and he got to his feet expectantly. He would hug her when she came out. He would wrap his arms around her and prove that it was okay. Staring at the doorknob, he prayed that it would turn and a moment later, it did. He grabbed her before she had a chance to think. "I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Callie."
She pushed him away and sat down on the edge of the bed again. She had pulled her hair away from her face and she swallowed hard when another bout of nausea rolled through her. "You’re not the only one who has something to tell."
He sat down across from her and put his hands on her legs, which she abruptly pushed off. He took a deep breath and said, "Tell me whatever it is."
"You delivered a baby the other day."
"Yeah, I did."
Callie took a ragged breath. "I told myself that you holding that baby in your arms would make you realize that family is important. I thought it would make you realize that *you* came to *me* and agreed to have a baby, but it didn’t."
"You said that you were going to tell me yesterday that you were leaving me for Izzie. I told you several days ago that I *might* be pregnant and you were still leaving me anyway." Her face became an impassive mask again. "I *am* pregnant. I found out today and *you* are still leaving me."
"No. You’re wrong." George shook his head and instinctively reached out to touch her belly. "I’m not leaving."
She slapped his hand away and stood, picking up the phone. "I’m calling security."
He pulled the phone cord from the wall and grabbed her hips. Wordlessly, he sank to his knees in front of her and lifted her shirt, kissing just below her belly button. She tried to walk away, but he held onto her, his head against her stomach. "We’re having a baby, Callie. We're -"
"No. We’re not."
"What?" George stared up at her. "You’re not thinking about ---"
"I can’t have this baby now, George. I can’t. I suck at life. I suck at my job, I suck at marriage, and I can’t do that to a kid. I can’t fuck up anything else."
He slowly got to his feet. "You don’t believe in abortion."
"I don’t believe in a lot of things, but I’m apparently living a lie so I guess I’ll have to compromise."
"Please don’t do this. Punish me if you want to, but don’t punish our baby. That’s not you." George tried to hold her hand, but she wouldn’t let him. "Callie, this is our child. You’re pissed at me and I get that, but -"
"Get out, George."
"No. I’m staying."
Callie nodded and retrieved her purse from the bathroom.
George watched, stunned, as she walked away.
"Okay, listen up." Chief Webber addressed the attendees at the M&M meeting. Gripping the side of the podium, he said, "We’ve had a change in staffing. Dr. Calliope Torres has resigned her position at Seattle Grace effective immediately and Dr. Sydney Heron will be taking over as Chief Resident."
Sydney hopped to her feet and waved at everyone. If the lack of applause bothered her ... she didn’t let on.
In the fifth row from the top, George buried his face in his hands and began to cry. Callie had never come back home the previous night. He searched the hospital the entire morning, leaving frantic messages on her phone, begging, pleading.
Beside him, Meredith sat quietly. She had confronted George in the parking lot to tell him exactly what she thought of his fling with Izzie. Wordlessly, she put her hand on his and said, "I saw her. Last night."
"Who?" he sniffled.
"Callie." Meredith took a deep breath. "I was coming back from Derek’s trailer and I saw her at the service station when I stopped to get gas."
"What did she say?"
Meredith turned and looked at him. "She said goodbye, George."
"She’s pregnant." George’s chin trembled and he shook his head. "She’s pregnant and she’s gone and she’s going to get an abortion and -"
"I don’t think that’s her plan." Putting an arm around him, Meredith leaned her head against his shoulder. "She had a pacifier in her hand. It was unopened and I ask her what it was for. She took it out of the package and slipped it on her finger and said it was a reminder that there are things worth living for. I didn’t get it then, but I get it now. I think she told me because she knew I’d tell you. She’s not getting an abortion."
"It’ll be worse knowing that they’re out there and I don’t know where to start looking! How do I find her?" George asked.
"She didn’t tell me that." Meredith shook her head. "You really loved her after all, didn’t you?"
"You couldn’t tell?"
"No. And neither could she."
Callie rented a car at the airport in Miami and drove home.
Maybe telling her parents that they were having a grandchild would soften the blow of the annulment.
Or maybe her father would make her a widow like he’d been threatening. One thing was certain ... her parents could make *her* disappear and that’s all that mattered in the world. Maybe she could live in Tuscany. Or Greece. Maybe she could legally change her name to something she *liked*.
She had never really had any part of George O’Malley so she would take the only thing he had given her and cling to it with both hands. Callie laid a hand on her stomach and said, "You better have green eyes, kiddo. I’m the one carrying you and pushing you out so give me that much."
As she drove up the long and winding driveway of the Torres mansion, she was shocked to see that her parents were standing outside on the cascading double staircase. She had not called ahead to say that she was coming home. They must have seen her on the security camera. Callie got out of her car and walked up the steps and into their embrace.
She cried so hard in their arms that they had to carry her inside.
Her mother tucked her into her old bedroom, telling her that it would be okay, that everything would work out just fine. Callie fell asleep listening to her mother sing a childhood lullaby, with her hand over her own child.
George sat in the economy section of Flight 207, nonstop to Miami.
He had called Callie’s father after the M&M and begged him to let him know if Callie arrived.
George had almost swallowed his tongue when his phone rang that night. Mr. Torres simply said, "She’s here" and hung up.
He didn’t know what he would encounter in Miami or how Callie would react to seeing him. All he knew was that he had to try. He had to tell her so many things. He had to make her see, make her understand, and give him another chance.
George had *always* chased Callie. Always. She would get mad, break up with him, and he’d go after her.
This time ... this time he wouldn’t let her go at all.
Telling her what was in his heart would fix it.
It had to.
There was no telling what he would do without her.
- The End