This is a two shot based around how Callie felt during chapters 10-12 in The Time Warp. This is the scene in the on-call room where she finds out about Arizona's leg. What may have been going on in her head when she realized she had been unaware of Arizona's amputation.

Thanks to CoralinaPlantain and eelahnie for this.

CALLIE'S POV:

I was feeling energized after scrubbing out of a successful surgery. Despite the early call in today to work on a girl who had fallen down the stairs, and the rest of my packed day I felt good! Maybe I was finally getting to that part of pregnancy where they talked about feeling fresh and glowy…or maybe they were just talking about my skin. But either way, today was a good day. I continued smiling to myself as I walked through the hallway until I was jolted out of my thoughts by someone bumping into me. Looking around, I didn't see anyone and was confused until I heard a frustrated huff below my eyeline. I looked down and smiled. "Careful." I playfully chastised Miranda Bailey. The short surgeon's arms were full of towels and cold packs and she looked distracted. I rubbed my belly as I waited for her to respond. 'That actually hurt a bit. The pregnancy hormones are making me really sensitive.'

"Sorry Torres." Okay, she even sounded distracted. "I wasn't watching where I was going." She finished explaining. I watched her face change and I felt like she was starting to formulate some sort of plan in her head. She was silent for a second before her head popped up. "Hey, I need your help in the on call room. Can you come with me?"

My eyebrows shot up and I appraised her skeptically. Why would she be going to an on call room with towels and cold packs? Was she having female problems? "This isn't going to be another one of those times where you ask for lady advice is it?" I couldn't resist a playful jab, remembering back to the time she asked me to buy condoms for her because she was too embarrassed. I mean, I like helping people with their love problems. But things are different now. My own love life is a disaster. I'm in no condition to help anybody!

I could feel Bailey glare at me. So maybe not woman problems? She just huffed again, "You're nasty Torres." She smacked my arm. 'Would you not do that! I'm SENSITIVE!' "Nasty. All you people think about is sex. It's a wonder any of you get any work done." She continued her little rant.

I couldn't help but laugh. Bailey may have been known as the Nazi, but to me her rants are hilarious. "Yeah, I'll help. Lead the way."

She thrust the towels in my arms with a still disapproving, "Hmm." And started back down the hallway. 'Seriously?' I shifted the massive stack of towels in my arms. 'I am so pregnant that I can't see my feet and you're going to give me things to carry?' I feel like she sensed my glare but she just pretended that she didn't and continued to walk down the hall. Arriving at the on call room she knocked on the door. "Hey, I'm coming in alright?" 'Wait, what? Who is she talking to?' Opening the door, she stepped in the room and I followed right behind her.

"Thanks again for doing this…" A voice started from inside the dimly lit room. I knew that voice…

My eyes went wide when I saw the blonde seated on the bed. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Like a picture that hadn't rendered completely, my ex-girlfriend was seated on the bed minus a crucial piece of anatomy. I squeezed my eyes shut, praying that when I opened them, both of Arizona's legs would be there, that maybe this was just my pregnancy hormones making me see things that weren't there. I opened them and nothing had changed. I could feel every hair on my body standing on end and my stomach was twisting in knots. My legs felt like jello as I continued to stare at the gravely injured woman seated before me. 'Arizona…'

Her blue eyes snapped towards mine when she realized that Miranda wasn't alone. "Bailey what the hell!" Her voice shot up an octave in alarm as she frantically threw a blanket over her lap. I could see she didn't want me to find out. Too late. I've seen it. What the hell happened?!

In my shocked state, I was vaguely aware of the pile of towels falling from my arms as Bailey nudged me further into the room so that she could shut the door. I couldn't take my eyes off the blonde. My blonde. Well…not really mine. We've barely been talking to each other because of everything that happened between us. But despite all this, she was my blonde. She always will be.

"Arizona, you're having orthopedic problems." I heard Bailey try to explain. "She is an orthopedic surgeon." The shorter woman gestured towards me before bending over to pick up the towels that I'd dropped.

I could feel Arizona's eyes burning holes in me. But underneath all that anger she was scared. "Arizona…what…" I finally found my voice and I tried to talk. I really tried to say something…anything, but I just couldn't form any words. I was too shocked to say anything other than the two quivering words I had forced out.

She was talking again, this time the anger all but masking her fear. "This was private Miranda! I trusted you. I…I…" An aggravated growl ripped from her throat. I've never seen Arizona this angry. Never. Sure she'd changed since she came back from Africa, and now I can see why, but even for the last month where we barely tolerated each other, she had never been this livid.

Despite this, Bailey was still able to talk calmly to her. "Arizona, you trusted me to help you." 'How long had Bailey known that Arizona was missing a leg?' "Because considering the fact that only Teddy and I knew about this," 'Wait, Teddy knows too?' I'm still finding it hard to breath or even think clearly as Bailey continues. I just can't take my eyes away from the spot where the blanket on Arizona's lap dips down to the bed on the left side, covering a very short stump. I had missed the last few things Bailey had said because the catastrophic damage done to Arizona's body was making me physically ill.

I shut my eyes and swallowed as Bailey continued to ramble. Something about San Diego and an ortho consult. I wasn't really aware of what she was saying. My mind recalled the image that I had seen as soon as I'd walked in the room. It was her left leg…amputated well above the knee. And it was completely healed. This wasn't a new injury by any means. Where had it been done? Why had it been done? How could I be so oblivious that for a month, the woman I knew better than anything had been walking around on a prosthetic leg and I hadn't suspected a thing. I tuned back into Bailey's monologue when I heard my name.

"Maybe Callie can get you back in your prosthetic." She seemed to still be explaining herself to Arizona. "This is your best option Arizona. I know it sucks and I'm sorry, but this is what you got." It was like another physical blow when I realized that part of the reason I didn't know about this was because Arizona wanted nothing to do with me.

"Fine." Arizona's voice was harsh and murderous look on her face was one that I'd never seen before. Suddenly her eyes snapped towards me but I was frozen, my hands still awkwardly out in front of me like they had been before I dropped the towels. When I didn't move, I felt Bailey's hand on the small of my back, applying a little pressure so that I stumbled forward.

"Go on then." She looked at me. "You heard the woman." Her hand left my back and she turned on her heel to walk out the door. Which is when I heard Arizona speak up again, her voice still in that high annoyed pitch.

"Miranda where are you going!" Arizona didn't even want to be alone with me.

Bailey threw her hands up in front of her and stared both of us down. "Hey, you don't need me. You two have a lot you need to get out. So get at it." With that she stepped back into the hall, leaving us staring at each other.

The silence was deafening and as the initial shock started to dissipate I felt crushed by the gravity of what had happened to the woman I'd loved.

So what do you think? I'll have the second part soon!