A/N- Hi everyone! This is my very first Grey's Anatomy fanfiction. I'm a little nervous to see how this goes.

I wrote this a while ago, and I'm only now getting the courage to post it. I have the next few chapters planned and written, so I'm eager to see whether you guys wanna see more!

Shoot me a review and let me know when you're done! (:

happy reading. -Mitchie.

Arizona stared at the door to the humble apartment she'd grown to love, as she raised her coffee cup to her mouth and took a sip.

Memories danced behind her newly closed eyes, and she allowed herself to be pulled into the scalding flavour of the caffeine.

Slowly but with purpose, she sunk down to the floor on the opposite side of the door.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew what she was doing. Her father had raised her to look for nothing less than a prince in a relationship. Someone who would wait outside her window all night to apologise.

Of course, he'd seen the situation through a father's eyes. He'd always seen her as the victim of the wrongdoing.

This time, it was Arizona who had done wrong. It was Arizona who needed to apologise. It was Arizona who was hell-bent on being Calliope's prince.

She heard the door unlock and she jumped to her feet, spilling coffee on the floor in the process.

Callie Torres, the beautiful latina and orthopaedic surgeon extraordinare, saw the blonde and rolled her eyes.

"Go home." she said, shutting and locking the door, without so much as a glance towards Arizona.

"No." Arizona said firmly. Her father had also raised her to be a good man in a storm - she wasn't about to abandon ship because the seas got a little rough.

"What?" Callie blinked, turning around and staring at her dead-on.

"No, Calliope. I will not go home. And I will not go to work, and I will not sleep. Heck, I'll even stop breathing. Why? Because being in the comfort of my own home, having a job, being well-rested and being alive pale in comparison to this. To you."

"Stop being dramatic." Callie said, as if giving an order.

"No."

Callie watched the blonde intently.

Arizona had always been a sort of push-over in their relationship. With a little charm, Callie could make her do anything she wanted to. And now she was blatantly refusing.

"I left the one thing I dreamt of doing my entire life for you. I left all those tiny humans. Calliope, I live for tiny humans. My life revolves around fixing their little bodies. And for what? So they can grow up and get hurt? No. Because I believe that everyone has a happily ever after in store for them, everyone deserves a second chance, and everyone should believe in something, whether it be love or magic. You're ruining that for me. I thought we were the happily ever after. Callie, I love you, and you're making it hard for me to continue believing in what I thought I did."

"Don't call me that." Callie said, her voice cracking.

"Calliope." Arizona corrected.

"Arizona, I can't do this now. I have to... I can barely stand to look at you. Believe me, I want that to change, because I think I still love you too, but I don't know if it can."

"You think?" Arizona asked, eyebrow raised. "I've been back for two weeks and you think?"

"I have to go." Callie whispered, pushing past her and taking off into the hall.

Arizona watched her leave, aware that she might not ever leave on good terms again.

She couldn't help but wish it was different... Comparing it to a fairytale.

Fairytales always had happy endings. Arizona knew; she'd read enough of them to kids in the paeds ward.

She knew that in the end, all was forgiven, and it was the same in movies.

Arizona slid back down to the floor, avoiding the cold patch of spilt coffee, and slipped back into her door-staring stupor.

If only this was a movie.