Takes place after 9x24 but before 10x01.

After their screaming match in the attendings lounge, Callie left the room leaving Arizona to fall to the couch, completely drained.

The storm died down and the doctors were allowed to leave the hospital. Arizona stayed in the attendings lounge, lying down on the couch. She figured Callie had left and went home with Sofia. She was also very aware that her going home was probably the last thing Callie wanted to deal with so she didn't even entertain that thought for longer than a second.

She finally fell into a restless sleep after what felt like hours for her brain to succumb to exhaustion. She had just kept replaying the words she and Callie exchanged over and over again.

Apparently I lost you

Those four words rang through her brain on a never ending loop. She couldn't unhear, no matter how much she wanted too. Which was a lot. The words entered her nightmares as well.

It was a loud bang that made her shoot up dazed and groggy. Head whipping around, she saw the source of the noise was the lounge door slamming shut. Callie was standing next to it, a foot or so from the white table, with a small sized duffel in hand. Blinking a few times, she took note of the sun shining in through the blinds above her head. It was morning and the storm was completely over. What else was over along with it?

Callie walked towards her not offering a greeting and threw the bag onto the coffee table in front of the couch. Looking between the bag and Callie, a few possibilities ran through her head. All of which terrified her.

"Callie what the hell is that?" Arizona gestured to the bag Callie tossed in front of her. "Because look if that's clothes, then please can we talk about this?"

Callie shook her head, her normally expressive and deep eyes void of anything even resembling emotion. "It's not clothes. Open it."

Hesitantly, Arizona grabbed the zipper on the small tote and pulled it open, looking inside. What she saw was quite possibly the last thing she thought would be in there.

"Is this some kind of sick joke? Because it's not funny," Arizona remarked, reaching in and taking the offending object out of the bag. It was a bone saw.

"Nope, no joke, you said you wanted to even the score, so there you go. Tell me where you want me and you can hack away," Callie's face was stone and there was no indication that she was kidding. Arizona's jaw dropped when the full extent of Callie's words processed through her brain. She hadn't meant she would actually do it. It was heat of the moment. Callie knew that right?

"Callie… I'm not going to cut off your leg," Arizona refused incredulously, putting the saw back into the bag and zipping it up.

"You sure? You really sounded like you wanted to last night," Callie commented. "So go at it. You can even your score and then I'll even mine. That works for me, how about you?"

"Okay first of all, yes I am sure," Arizona informed her adamantly, "and second of all, what score could you possibly have to settle?"

Callie chuckled darkly, "That has got to be the stupidest question I've ever heard you ask. Where should I start? Maybe the dead best friend. Where's Alex? He is your best friend isn't he? Well not for long. Or maybe I should fall off the map for four days after being in an accident leaving you not sure if I was dead or alive with the potential likelihood of your future as a widow and single parent? Or no I got it, I should go find the sluttiest consulting attending and have sex with them in an on-call room. Really it's up to you. Where should we start?"

"We should start with you telling me what the fuck is wrong with you?" Arizona demanded eyebrows furrowed.

"What the fuck is wrong with me is the fact that you think you're the only one that lost something in those four days! I wasn't on the damn plane. You have made that abundantly clear and I know that! But that doesn't mean I didn't have my own tragic experience during those four days or the months that followed it. Because I did! I was told my wife and best friend were missing and more than likely dead. And then, I got you back, only for Mark to die. I watched him die. Then there's you," Callie waved her arm in Arizona's direction, clearly on a roll. "I wanted nothing but to have you back and I thought I got that, even if you hated me, at least you were here! Breathing! But if you hate me goddammit at least tell me!" Callie took a few deep breaths.

There were maybe a handful of times that Callie had snapped or yelled at her during the past year. There were times where life with Arizona was like walking on eggshells so instead of saying anything in the wake of Arizona's angry glares, she would remain silent. The result of her silence was pent up anger. Anger she didn't even really realize was there until last night after the storm ended and Callie left the hospital. She didn't realize it until she was in bed, replaying Arizona's words over and over again. The more times she heard the words 'even the score' the angrier it made her. It made her think of all of the things she had lost. She may not have been on the plane, she may not have been stuck in the forest for four days, but she was in hell too. In a matter of a day, she basically lost two of the most important people in her life. Sofia lost her mom and her dad. She was a widow and single parent. For four days, she was alone, unsure if Arizona and Mark were dead or alive.

"I don't hate you," Arizona shook her head. Callie raised a brow, skeptical of Arizona's words. She couldn't blame her for being skeptical. Right after the amputation, she was a monster. And while it hurt her to even know that she once felt that way, a part of her had hated Callie for what she did and also in turn didn't do. "I just don't think I've forgiven you," Arizona admitted sadly.

"Will you ever?" Part of Callie's cold and stone demeanor seemed to crack and there was a sadness deep in her eyes. Along with… acceptance? No, that couldn't be acceptance could it?

"I thought I did. I was so sure I did."

"If you had, you wouldn't have cheated," Callie pointed out truthfully. There wasn't venom in her words. It was just simple fact. It was acceptance. She had already known she wasn't forgiven. She wasn't sure if she ever was going to be either. She was hopeful, but she would never hold her breath on it.

"Will you ever forgive me?" Arizona had to know. Did she screw things up too badly this time? Could Callie forgive her yet again?

Callie took a deep breath and bit her lip, "I don't know. I want to say I can, I want to believe I can. But I don't know how to trust you anymore and even if you can't say it, you don't trust me either."

Arizona didn't deny it. She couldn't have, even if she wanted to. Because sometime in the last year they changed. They started lying to themselves. Somewhere along the way they stopped talking and started pretending they were okay again. When really, they were never okay, they just tucked everything away into a closet like a child might after claiming to clean their room. Over time, the closet split in half. Callie's pain and thoughts. Arizona's pain and thoughts. They stopped sharing their pain, instead choosing to lock it away from each other. With time, the closet doors grew weaker and weaker. Until, last night. They broke and everything came tumbling into the light. Now today, they were left with trying to sort through the after math.

One of the things to tumble out of the closet that Arizona had not been privy to was Callie's own anger. Even so, the fact that there was anger wasn't entirely surprising to Arizona. She had just never fully seen it. Sure she had seen some of Callie's frustration the day of Baileys wedding but there were not many other times that Callie actually let her own emotions be known. She had closed that part of her off to Arizona. She had to, otherwise Arizona would've used it against her in her own fits of anger several months ago. At that time, it had been all about Arizona. Callie took care of her, tried to help her, took care of Sofia, and all the while grieving her best friend. Arizona had only added to that by pushing Callie away with her rage. Maybe that was when Callie stopped opening up to her, stopped trusting her with herself. Because all Arizona had done was berate and put her down for it.

The plane crash may have been the catalyst that started all of this, but Arizona was the one that separated the closets by forcing Callie to internalize everything. Back then she couldn't possibly conceive the thought that Callie could've been suffering. To her, she hadn't lost nearly as much as Arizona had. She took. She took her leg and broke her promise. A promise that she never should have made Callie make.

After they started mending, or apparently false mending, they never spoke about those days. Callie never used anything she said or did in her anger against her and she never apologized. She should've apologized. Callie deserved an apology. Instead what she got was being cheated on.

Why did she do it? Why did she cheat? She could've said it was because Lauren was just there. But that was a lie. She cheated because Lauren wasn't Callie. Lauren wasn't trying to fix something she broke. Lauren didn't know her. Lauren wasn't someone she blamed for her life falling apart. Lauren… was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Yet nothing had cost her everything just like that. All because she had never really forgave Callie. Even when she told herself she had. It had been one of the many things thrown into the closet and stored away.

What now? Did they tape the closet doors back on and shove everything back inside? Did they turn the garbage disposal on and toss everything down it hoping it didn't clog the drain until it started to overflow? Or did they open the door and walk in opposite directions?

Was there an in between?

Was there a way to level the piles on the floor and start at the new even?

If so, how did they get there? And more importantly, just what would they have to throw away first?

"What do we do?"

What would it take to forgive each other and get back to the love?

"Calliope Torres, ortho," Callie answered, stepping forward and extending her hand after a few minutes of silence. Arizona looked from her face to her hand and back again. Gone were the cold dark eyes, in it's place was determination.

"Arizona Robbins, peds," Arizona reaches forward and grasped her hand tightly, shaking it, part of her afraid to let it go again.

Starting over didn't necessarily mean letting each other go.

Sometimes, it took starting over to let everything else go.