A/N: So i'm new to this site, so please be kind :) Although I can take constructive criticism. I'm British and English is not my first language, so feel free to correct me of any mistakes. All mistakes are my own. And reviews would be much welcomed :D

This is just a short chapter to see if you want me to carry on.

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Also, sadly I do not own anything. All credit goes to the wonderful Shonda Rhimes.

Summary: After being injured in the war, Callie Torres is sent to SGMWH to be treated by her best friend. This is where she meets a beautiful perky blonde Ped's surgeon who teaches Callie to not give up in life. Along the way they find their friendships blossoms into something much more.

Callie's P.O.V

Being a surgeon was the only thing I knew. As a kid science was the only thing I showed any real talent in. So when I signed up for the Peace Corps and spent months in Botswana, I knew why I had been put on this Earth. To fix people, to allow people to have that second chance of life. I believed that was my purpose in life. After residency I signed up to the US Army and before I knew it I was being stationed in Afghanistan. Basic Training was hard going, and I was being pushed both mentally and physically. So when I attended my Passing-Out parade, I had never been prouder. I had a good life. So as i lay here in the helicopter attached to wires hooked up to machines it gave me time wonder just how I ended up here.

One minute I was standing there, elbow deep in a mans abdomen. Then the next thing I knew there was a loud explosion and I was being thrown across the make-shift hospital. My head was pounding and my vision was blurry. I wasn't sure if I had been knocked unconscious or not, I just lay there. In complete shock. I was unable to move. The sound of muffled screams coming from around me pulled me back into reality and I wasn't sure if it was just me, or if the room was actually getting hotter. I could hear people moving around me in a state of panic. I opened my eyes and attempted to sit up. A sudden sharp pain shot throughout my body as I did so and my eyes snapped shut again. I tried to call out to anyone who would be able to hear me, but all the escaped my mouth was a whimper, followed by a trickle of blood. As a doctor, I knew this was not a good sign. I felt something sharp press into my right leg as I moved slightly and winced with pain. I tried to make a noise using my arm, but my left arm didn't seem to be functioning properly and my other arm was trapped under some rubble. Fear struck me as I realised there was nothing I could do. Maybe this was it. Maybe, this was my time. God is the only person who has control over who lives and who dies. Maybe it was my time. A loud scream brought me out my thoughts. No! I thought to myself. This is not my time. People need me, and I need to live. I felt exhausted and I knew this wasn't exactly a good sign, but I wasn't going to give up! I heard someone in the distance calling my name. Nothing escaped my lips as i tried to respond. They called out again, only it seemed more distant this time. That was the last thing I heard before complete darkness took over my weak body and my eyelids snapped shut once again, unwilling to re-open.

Arizona's P.O.V

I was sat in the hospital cafeteria engaging in light conversation with my fellow surgeons and friends, Teddy, Owen, Mark and Christina. We were laughing at a lame joke Christina was telling, when Chief Webber came over to us looking rather glum. He asked if Dr Sloan could meet him in is office once he had a few minutes spare. Whatever the Chief wanted to talk to him about looked pretty serious. The five of us exchanged glances, and Mark just shrugged his shoulders.
'What did you do this time Sloan?' Christina asked, it was more like a statement than a question.
I looked at Mark for an answer and he simply shrugged again.
'Well he didn't seem too pissed, so can't be anything too bad right?' He asked looking at me for reassurance.
'Right' I confirmed with a small smile, although I had my doubts.
Mark threw his apple core in the bin and told us to wish him luck before heading off to the Chiefs office.

I never thought I would have found a friend in Mark. We're an unlikely pair. Chalk and Cheese as Teddy says. As much as he's a man whore, he's also a good person. Although he would never willingly admit it. When I first came here he kept flirting with me and trying to get in my pants, until one day my girlfriend (now ex-girlfriend) dumped me outside of Joe's and Mark had witnessed the whole thing. She was cheating on me and no longer 'loved' me. Mark gave me a shoulder to cry and would keep making dirty remarks about threesomes to try and lighten the mood. He then said that one day I would find the perfect woman for me, who would love me for who I am. After that he said if I ever told anyone about his soft side he would hide my Heelies as he had reputation to keep up. Ever since we've gotten along quite well and alongside Teddy, was one of my closest friends.

So when he came out of the Chiefs office practically crying, I was concerned for my friend. He never openly cried in front of people, not even Derek had seen him cry. Yet here he was crying in front of the whole hospital. It was quite unnerving seeing him like this, and I wondered what could of possibly happened in the Chiefs office. He didn't seem to care that people were looking at him, this was totally out of character. He learnt against the wall, let out a sigh and shut his eyes. I walked over to him and gently put my arm around his shoulder (even though he's much taller than I am) and guided him into the nearest on-call room away from prying eyes and gossipping nurses.