Disclamer: unfortunelly I don't own any of the Grey's anatomy-characters, they are all shonda's creations. and ofc ABS has all the rights...

Rating: Safe for now, will probably get Mature later on though

Pairing: Callie/Arizona

Summary: At the end of season 6 there never was a shooting. Callie is still mad at Arizona and this is how Arizona copes... eventually CALZONA

Anyways: enjoy and don't forget to review!

I'm living, loving, laughing over you

Tossing, turning, trying over you

Kicking, screaming, crying over you

Wanting, needing, dying to get over you

(Beth Hart - Over you)

Over you

Arizona couldn't help but sigh as she filled in the paperwork that was needed for her patient's treatment. A chore she normally didn't mind doing even if it wasn't the most exciting one.

Now however she was starting to think that paperwork was indeed, like her colleagues always claimed, invented by Satan himself.

She was well into er 37th hour of her 38-hour shift and the paperwork had been the only thing left to do for her before she could head down to the locker room, change and get the hell out of here as fast as possible.

Fast enough to avoid Callie that is.

The raven haired woman was still mad at her, for what exactly she didn't know.

True, they had broken up but as far as Arizona was concerned that had been what was best for both of them since they both couldn't give one another what the other needed.

One had wanted a child while the other had just wanted some chickens.

So yeah, they broke up, quite civilized even, no real fights and no bad words and accusations thrown around. So as to why exactly Callie was mad at her right now... She had no clue.

So after first spending days trying to get the other woman to talk to her and tell her what was bothering her, Arizona had eventually given up. Not having the thrive nor the energy to bother anymore.

Now she just stuck her left over energy into avoiding Callie as much as possible.

She spend her days staying in the PEDS-wing as much as possible and when she did have surggery she went in at the last possible minute just so she had no time to linger around and run into people.

Finally having finished all of her paperwork the blonde snapped close the case file she had been writing in and glanced at the clock.

11.57 it read.

Figuring that leaving three minutes early wouldn't be the end of the world she told the nurse occupying the nurses-station that she was done for the night and silently left the wing.

Whilst taking big strides she was at the locker room and out of her clothes in no time. Quickly she hopped into one of the showers, thanking whomever designed the building for being considerate enough to have made separate shower stalls.

God knows how incredibly awkward it would have been to have needed to shower with a certain, naked orthopedic surgeon.

And god knows how much of a struggle Arizona would have had as not to jump Callie. That one elevator kiss slip-up would have been nothing compared to that.

In fact, Arizona was already having a hard time now too, simply trying not to think of how she and Callie had shared a stall and what they had been doing in said shower stall turned out to be quite a feat itself.

Resisting the urge to let her mind (and hands) wander, she turned the water temperature down to it's lowest point and scrubbed herself clean in what must have been a record time.

After that it wasn't long before she was ready and out into the cold, Seattle night air. Breathing in deeply she briefly contemplated actually going home but that thought was hurriedly thrown aside when she remembered her previous nights.

Even long before Callie, Arizona had had trouble sleeping, the nightmares about both her brother and the 'tiny coffins' weighing heavily on her mind.
Spending her nights with Callie had helped though. The other woman had been there for her without fail whenever the blonde had once again woken up in cold sweat, with a pounding heart and on the verge of screaming.

Now that security was gone however and the nightmares had seemed to have tippled in intensity whenever she did manage to fall asleep. Something that also wasn't a normality these days, her sadness indulged thoughts and mushing keeping her awake.

But not wanting to dwell on that any longer, Arizona burrowed deeper into her warm coat and set out towards 'The Lounge', a blub/bar which she had frequently visited lately.

Unfortunatly the Lounge wasn't as homely and joyful as Joe's was but this too had been one of the sacrifices she had to make in order to avoid Callie's, and in this case also Mark's, evil stares.

The Lounge was quite a trendy club. With a big dance floor, a long shiny white bar that was illuminated by blue neon lights and was the work space of a series of young, sparsely dressed bartenders.
It was the kind of place of which from two blocks down you could already hear it's music pounding out loud and once you got even closer you could actually feel your bisy vibrating along with the deep bass beats it generated.

The surgeon didn't mind though, it was a welcome feeling, she was due for some change anyways.

Having reached her destination Arizona shrugged out of her coat and handed it to one of the wardrobe people before making her way into the main room.

She glanced around for a bit, not really interested in the dancing mob of people but more to get a feel of the club's vibe for the night. As usual she got the feeling as if about 95% (id it wasn't more) of the people in here were just looking for a quick and dirty hook-up that could of course later be blamed on the alcohol.

She wasn't here for that tough. No, she was just here for the drinks and anyone trying to get her into their pants could just piss off for all she cared.

Hopping on to one of the (also trendy looking) bar stools she ordered herself a rum and coke to start off with.

Now with a drink that would surely numb her senses for at least a while she was ready for the night to begin!

Dozens of minutes later Arizona was already quite inebriated and she could feel the tips of her fingers starting to tingle.

She didn't care though, it was a strangely liberating feeling and things actually didn't seem too bad right about now.

So whilst occasionally sipping her rum (she had forgone the coke after drink number four), she loosely swung her legs as she tried to build a house out of a bunch of coasters.

In fact she was so focused on her current task that at first she didn't notice when someone sat next to her.
It wasn't until said person reached over and grabbed her drink did it catch her attention.

Startled by the hand that had suddenly entered her line of vision her epic house of coasters collapsed and she turned an annoyed look towards the person that had interrupted her.

The look quickly turned into a glare however as soon as she saw that the stranger was sipping (well more like chugging) her drink.

She stared at the man, not really knowing what to say as he looked right back at her over the rim of the glass.
Finally he seemed to be satisfied and with a loud "Aaaah" he sat the glass back down. "Man I was thirsty!"

...

Many long minutes of silences stretched on as Arizona and the stranger both stared at each other, with glazed over alcohol induced eyes, both in shock and pure amazement.

The silence was suddenly interrupted however by a sudden giggle that ripped through the air.

However much she tried, the blonde couldn't help herself but burst out laughing at the pure unexpected absurdity of the situation.

Fueled by the alchol already in her system she continued laughing and was soon joined by the man.

They both laughed until their eyes filled with tears and every time they started to calm down they'd glance at each other and would start up all over again.

"Woosh" Arizona let out, wiping the tears from her eyes and throwing the man a smirk. He smirked right back and she swiftly stuck out her hand in order to introduce herself. "Hi there man-stranger! I'm Arizona".

They shook hands as he replied (to her amazement) equally as cheery: "Hey there rum-girl! I'm Jack."

At that he waved over one of the bartenders and ordered two glasses of rum, one of which he slid in front of Arizona to "make up for kidnapping" hers.

Sipping her drink the blonde batted her eyelashes and giggled once again.

"Now now Mr. stranger you aren't trying to hit on me are you?"

Yep.

She was definitely bordering on drunk right now. She would never have been so forward to a stranger normally, especially not a male stranger.

Jack let out a bellowing laugh at this, apparently quite amused by this quirky blonde woman. "No worried rum-girl, I normally go for the same gender if you get what i mean!"

Now it was Arizona's turn to laugh as she felt herself relax some more knowing she wasn't trying to be seduced. "Me too!" she let out while excitedly clapping her hands before grabbing hold of her glass again and raising it towards him.

At this they clinked glasses, said their "cheers" and soon where engaged in a good, albeit drunk, conversation that had the blonde laughing again for the first time in three weeks...