Meara walked out into the corridor pulling the ring off her finger. She threw it down on the floor behind her. Tears stung the corners of her eyes. Meara hurriedly wiped her face. She couldn't understand why Ramirez got to her. He was a self-centred son of a bitc-
A hand on her arm interrupted her stream of angry thoughts. Meara swung round to see who it was. Of course it was Grey. Who else would it be?
"Callie? Are you okay?" Meara hid her face from him. She didn't want him to see her upset.
"I'm fine," she muttered. She pulled away again and tried to leave. Grey stopped her.
"No, you're not Callie, come on, let me take you to sickbay." As she pulled away, his hand dragged down her arm. He grabbed her hand gently. "Callie?" His voice was shaky.
Meara turned towards him again.
"Callie? Where's your ring, Callie?" Meara felt so much guilt looking at his hurt face. He gently pulled her closer to him. She could feel his breath on her neck. A single tear rolled down her cheek. She didn't understand why she felt like this.
"Hey, don't cry silly girl." He said, wiping her cheek with the side of his hand. "Tell me what's wrong." Meara looked up into his gentle eyes.
"I can't," she stuttered, "when I woke up this morning, we were nothing more than good friends. And then I hit my head and now..." She trailed off. How do you explain to someone that you have no memory of a relationship that they clearly do?
Grey held her. It hurt that she woke up not knowing about them.
"Come on," he said, leading her gently towards sickbay. "Maybe Dr Suil will have an explanation." He heard Callie groan. He knew she hated sickbay.
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A Kiss Yet To Be Had
Science Fiction"You don't have to do this Meara! You are so much better than this! Just put it down!" He yelled. She shrugged. "Save your pleading for someone who cares." Meara held it up and, pointing to where Grey was crouching, she pressed the trigger. Calista...
