AN: So what did you guys think of the finale? I think I am still trying to recover. I know there has been a lot of these, but I had to do it. Here is my take on what happens after the finale. Might be a one shot, might turn into something more, we'll see. Enjoy.

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The storm had finally settled and a calmness had washed over Seattle. After a night full of thunder and chaos and bus crashes, a blanket of silence had fallen over the hospital, the storm leaving everyone too exhausted to make a sound. Although one storm had finally ended, another had just begun.

A storm had come out of nowhere in the third floor lounge, where tears fell like raindrops and harsh words crashed down like lightning bolts to the heart. And there Arizona sat alone in the wake of that unexpected storm, trying to figure out how everything had gone so wrong.

She should have been apologizing. She should have been begging Callie to forgive her, but then those words just flew out of her mouth. Words she had spent months trying to push down, trying to move past and look the other way. She had been doing so well at staying in control that she almost fooled herself.

Almost.

She should have been apologizing, but instead she said them, screamed them actually. Words that could never be unsaid. They were out there forever to rot and fester, and break her wife's heart. The brutality of them had even made her cringe.

So there she sat alone in that lounge, her world flipped upside down. How did she end up here? How could she let herself get so lost? She thought she had been getting better, doing better. She and Callie were close again. They could talk, and laugh, and make love. But somehow in her desperate need to get better, she had ignored one important thing. She ignored it until it seemed too small to matter anymore, and it had worked, until out of nowhere it imploded.

She blamed Callie.

Her leg was gone because her wife decided to cut it off. She knew it wasn't reasonable or fair, but she blamed her. And as if that wasn't confusing enough for her to deal with, alongside all of her anger and resentment, and rage, she loved Callie.

God how she loved her. Callie and Sofia were the only things that got her through the day, but other times she would look at her wife, and for a few moments feel nothing but rage, see nothing but everything she lost and the promise she didn't keep. But as much as she blamed her, she also needed her. She had said it before, she couldn't lose Callie.

In more than one heartfelt moment she had begged Callie not to leave, not to run, and she didn't. She stayed through it all. Through all the screaming and the cold bitter months of barely talking or touching, she stayed. And when there finally seemed to be a light at the end of the tunnel, Arizona did the one thing that would drive her wife away.

She had never seen her wife so broken, so defeated.

Apparently I lost you…

Callie was right. She was lost. So lost to the point where she was unrecognizable, even to herself. Arizona Robbins would never say those things, she would never hurt the ones she loved. Once a good man in a storm, she was now the woman who cheated on her wife in a storm, like some sick and twisted joke. It would almost be funny if it wasn't so repulsive.

So there she sat, lost in all the wreckage that surrounded her. It wasn't the familiar carnage of a plane that had fallen from the sky. It was her life. This time there was no twisted metal or broken propellers, only aching hearts and broken promises. She was lost, and this time no one was looking for her.

So there she sat in the third floor lounge, feeling more cold and alone than when she lay broken and bleeding on some forest floor in dumb truck Idaho, wondering how in the hell she was going to weather this storm.

AN: So what do you think? Is this something you would like to read more of? Anything you want to see happen? Thanks for reading!