I don't own Grey's but I do love it…
I haven't been able to get a broken image of callie out of my head since the plane crash I guess I just need a little more info to go along with it. I guess I would set this just after 9.01 maybe even that night. So, yeah spoilers, and spoilers ish for 9.02 but that's some what speculation since I've only just seen the previews but it looks amazing…
A.N. Oh, and I've never ever written angst…and I haven't written in awhile…so please be kind and review ...constructive criticism is welcome but bashing is not
It was gray. It always seemed to be gray these days. Mark had been in a coma for 30 day's and now he's dead. It was void of color. Sofia, was the closest to color she could see. Nothing was crisp or clear it was merely dark and gray.
Callie had lost everything except her daughter in that plane crash. She stood at the kitchen sink vacantly staring into the home, the place which once held so much color, but was now a dark scary gray. Hands try willing herself to continue to attempt to bring some amount of color to her child's eye worked on the simple task of cleaning a juice stained sippy cup. She would listen for noise, but there was none Sofia slept.
Glancing at the bedroom door she hadn't been able to enter in weeks, maybe even months, she thought of her wife. A lone tear sprang from her eye. That's where all the color went.
Arizona was gone. It wasn't as if she hadn't tried. They both tried so hard. They fought with everything they had. Arizona fought to even make it to the hospital, and Callie she fought to keep it together. It was all in that promise though. And, so, it wasn't meant to be. Callie was meant to live in a cold colorless world. Arizona was meant to die from cardiac arrest due to complications from her bone infection.
Now, as time passed Callie was unable to sleep or even enter what was their room. She went through motions for Sofia. Everything she had left was for Sofia. Callie was tired though, and she missed her wife. Like really missed her.
But, it all came down to that promise ringing through her head every time she tried to fall asleep on the now worn and lumpy red couch. She would twist and turn. Battling with the choices made. Battling with the fact she even took a minute took think of choices with the amount at stake. Because, now her life was dark. Darker than Africa and baby issues put together. With those there was always hope and a glimmer of color. Yet, now all she had was Sofia and that damn promise ringing through her head as she tried to sleep.
"Promise me you won't let them take it, Callie…." Is what Arizona pleaded as she finally broke tears pouring from the blue eyes Callie could barely remember the bright beautiful color to.
And, Callie awoke with a start that damn promise ringing through her ears, yet again, as she eyed the door her wife was hiding behind. The last bit of color was the glimmer of hope in which even with out her leg her Arizona would return.
Thank you for reading I know it's short but it was just a scene stuck in my head.