Summary: It was suppose to be the happiest day of their lives.
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy.
A/N: This is my first Grey's fic, so I am kind of testing the waters. This takes place about a year in the future following the season 6 finale. Disregards everything in season 7 so far. I don't have a beta, so all the mistakes are my own. Oh and I'm not a doctor therefore medical stuff might be a little off although I try to research as best I can.
It was suppose to be the happiest day of their lives…
Present
"Karev grab Grey and Yang and meet me outside in ten," Dr. Miranda Bailey yelled to the resident as she hung up the phone behind the desk in the emergency room of Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital.
"What do we have?" Trauma surgeon Owen Hunt questioned rounding the corner.
"18 wheeler versus limo, three casualties coming in," Dr. Bailey told him grabbing a trauma gown and heading for the doors.
"ETA?"
"Ten minutes on the first two, apparently one is still trapped."
"Do we know what we have coming in?" Teddy Altman asked the duo as she dawned her own trauma gown.
"One coming from the limo and the other coming from the truck," Bailey said snapping her gloves on.
"One's still trapped," Hunt lamented as the group was joined by Yang, Grey, and Karev.
Several minutes later the ambulance rounded the bin, sirens blaring, and pulled into the bay. The doors snapped open and two paramedics wheeled a middle-aged man towards the group.
"Gary Rowling, 52 years old, blood pressure 110/78, pulse 80, pulsox 95," the male paramedic called out as Hunt, Kavev, and Grey stepped forward to grab the rails of the stretcher.
"He the truck driver?" Hunt asked.
"Yeah, laceration to the face and possible broken leg, but otherwise he's good," the paramedic answered.
"Ok, lets go Grey, Karev," Hunt started only to interrupted by the paramedic.
"Blood alcohol levels off the charts."
Owen nodded as he fought to keep the anger from showing on his face. He had seen a lot during his tours in Iraq, the worst of what humans could do to each other. But people that chose to drive drunk, purposely putting innocent people in danger undoubtedly topped his most hated list. He would remain professional as always when dealing with a patient, but knowing the guy in front of him was the reason two more people would be in the ER tonight would get Mr. Rowling no special treatment.
However, by the end of the night, Owen Hunt would want to do much more to his patient than deny him special treatment.
The second ambulance roared into the bay only moments later. As the doors opened this time though, the three remaining surgeons found themselves unable to move.
The fact that their victim was clearly in a wedding dress was cause enough to make the stoic Miranda Bailey cringe, but who was in the wedding dress sent the general surgeon reeling.
"unidentified, 32 year old female, blood pressure 100/60, pulse 72, pulsox 92," the paramedic began unaware of what was occurring, "in and out of consciousness, was thrown from the vehicle, possible broken right arm and clavical, open laceration to the right temple."
The paramedic turned when he realized the doctors in front of him hadn't moved, "Dr. Bailey?" he questioned having been familiar with the surgeon, "do you know her or something?"
"Callie?" Teddy whispered, horrified at the sight in front of her.
Dr. Callie Torres lay unconscious on a stretcher just feet in front of her, wearing what hours earlier had been a pristine white wedding dress. Now the flowing material was streaked with dirt and dry blood, the skirt torn in several places. It was not at all how Teddy had remembered it.
A soft voice broke the frozen crowd from their stupor.
"Ari?" Callie tried to get out through the mask that covered her face and nose.
Surprisingly it was Cristina Yang who recovered first.
"Callie, its Cristina, you were in an accident, do you know where you are?" the Asian asked moving to her former roommate's side.
Callie's head lulled to the left as confused eyes tried to clear the fog from her brain.
"Ari?" she tried again hoping Cristina would understand.
Hearing the whisper leave Callie's lips, Cristina's head snapped up towards Bailey.
The action sent Bailey into doctor mode once again, as she quickly took over the stretcher from the paramedic and began to roll Callie towards the ER.
"Everything is going to be fine Dr. Torres," Bailey told her colleague with as much assurance in her voice as possible.
The small Nazi then turned back to a still stunned Teddy Altman who had been following the stretcher in a daze.
"Teddy, Teddy!" Bailey called gripping the woman by the wrist.
Teddy finally snapped out of it and met her gaze.
"Find Arizona," she said firmly but softly as not to alert the entire ER to what was happening.
Teddy's eyes widened before she quickly sprinted back towards the ambulance bay.
Miranda Bailey reached out a hand to steady herself as she watched Teddy disappear.
'This wasn't happening,' she denied to herself, 'not today, not after everything that had happened today.'
Hunt stopped abruptly from shedding his trauma gown as he emerged from the curtain when he noticed the look on Bailey's face.
"Did the first vic arrive?" he asked her wondering silently how bad it had to be for Miranda to be out in the pit instead of in the trauma room.
Bailey could only nod her head.
"Do you want me to take it?"
"Its Callie," She muttered so softly the trauma surgeon almost missed it.
"What's Callie, Dr. Bailey?" Owen couldn't connect the pieces.
"The first vic, its Callie," she whispered again just as quietly.
Owen felt his body straightening in surprise. That didn't make sense. He had just seen Callie Torres hours earlier at her wedding. She couldn't be the victim in the trauma room, that didn't make sense.
But then it hit him.
18 wheeler versus a limo,
A limo that had been carrying Callie and Arizona,
Arizona
"Miranda where is Arizona?" Owen put his hands on the small women's shoulders.
Her expression said it all.
"Go help Callie, I'll find Arizona," he told her.
She hesitated for a moment before she seeming to gather her thoughts, "Dr. Altman is out there already," she pointed back towards the doors.
He took off in a jog as Bailey headed towards trauma one.
Owen burst through the doors of the emergency room to find Teddy engaged in what seemed to be a pretty heated argument with the paramedic.
"I don't care if another ambulance is already there," she practically screamed into the stunned man's face, "the trapped victim is a doctor at this hospital and you are going to take me to her."
Owen placed his hand on his friend's shoulder and squared his jaw at the paramedic, "I'm Dr. Hunt, trauma attending here, and I am going to need you to take me back to the scene."
The paramedic nodded.
Teddy seemed about to say something else, but Owen stopped her before she could, "Go inside and help Bailey."
She was about to protest again but instead only nodded her head. Her best friend was out there trapped and hurt and she wanted nothing more than to be with Arizona, but the doctor side of her knew she would be more of a mess on scene than a help. Owen would find her, Owen would bring Arizona back.
"Owen," she started turning back to face the man already climbing into the back of the ambulance.
"I know," he nodded, "I'll bring her back."
Earlier that day…
An annoying buzzing sound had the sleeping women reaching for the offending alarm clock only to find that it was not the cause of her abrupt wakeup.
She groggily fumbled around the nightstand until her fingers finally latched onto her cell phone.
Glancing at the caller id through sleep filled eyes, the women couldn't help the grin that spread across her face.
Flipping it open, she answered, "Good morning wife."
Giggles were heard on the other side, "Not yet, but soon love."
"Just practicing," the raven-haired women rolled over onto her back draping an arm over her eyes to keep the morning sun from blinding her.
"You're a goof."
"Yeah but you love me."
"Damn right I do," the blonde caller laughed.
"Why did you suggest we sleep apart the day before are wedding again?" Callie groaned as she reached out a hand to the spot her fiancée normally occupied. Waking up to Arizona's adorable snores was Callie's favorite part of the day. Arizona called her a 'sleep stalker' after all the times Callie had been caught watching her lover sleep. But she couldn't help it; she could lie in bed all day just drinking in the blonde's features, running a hand through perfectly wavy locks, kissing perfectly kissable dimples.
"Calliope its tradition for you not to see the bride the day of the wedding," Arizona said exasperated.
"I know," Callie's whine was reminiscent of a small toddler's, "but I miss you."
Arizona laughed again, "Baby you saw me yesterday, and it will only be a few more before you see me again."
Callie smiled imagining the blonde walking down the aisle towards her.
"I can't wait to marry you Arizona Robbins."
"I can't wait to marry you either Callipe Torres."
"It's going to be the best day ever," Callie told her soon to be wife.
"The happiest day of our lives baby," Arizona agreed.
A/N: Let me know what you think and if I should continue.