I've been thinking of doing some sort of George/Callie/Arizona fic for awhile, but I didn't figure out exactly how until yesterday. So, here it is. Some things are changed around in this, but I think you'll probably be able to figure the (slightly different) plot out. The biggest things are that George and Callie's divorce is not yet final. Erica Hahn and Callie never had any of their relationship happen. Callie was also never interested in Sadie (because Sadie never even showed up). Callie and Arizona meet in a different way, as well. The army was never in George's plans, either.

Callie and George are in the process of getting a divorce when two very unexpected thing happen. Arizona helps her new favourite Ortho surgeon through things, and they both realize some things about themselves along the way.

Character death warning.

"George, we need to talk," she said when she saw him in the hallway.

She was on her way to answer a page that the new Pediatric surgeon who was replacing Dr. Kinley had sent her and he was busy too. Right here, right now, was not the time or the place to have this discussion, but she had to say something or else she would never work up the courage to reveal this to her ex-husband.

"My lawyer's still looking everything over," he said. "I'm not planning to dispute anything, but I have to have –"

"It's not about that."

"What then?" he asked. "Did Izzie do something? Callie, we aren't together anym-"

Callie drew a deep breath. She may have been divorcing George O'Malley, but that didn't make hearing Izzie Stevens' name any less horrible. Today, it was even nauseating.

"We need to talk," she said. "Find me later?"

"Okay."

After this short exchange – and while still dreading the next one she'd have with George – she continued towards Pediatrics where she saw that the bubbly blond who wore roller skates for shoes was waiting for her.

This day just kept getting more and more challenging, she thought.

Still, she maintained her professionalism and carried on. "Callie Torres," she said, shaking the new doctor's hand.

"Arizona Robbins," she said.

"Like the state?" Callie replied, probably with a little too much joy in her voice.

"Like the battleship," Arizona corrected her. "My grandfather served on the U.S.S. Arizona."

"And now I'll put my foot in my mouth," Callie said. "Sorry."

"Most people do it," Arizona smiled. "It's okay."

"What's the case?" Callie asked.

"Three-year-old fell down a flight of stairs," Arizona said, handing the little boy's chart over. "His tibia's a mess and his left arm is fractured."

"Poor kid," Callie said, holding an x-ray up to the light. "Have you told the parents yet?"

"They have questions for you," she nodded.

"Okay," she said. "But get an OR booked. Let's fix this as soon as possible."

"Thanks," she smiled. "And it was nice to meet you. I've seen you around, but –"

"And I'm sure you've heard wonderful things right now," she laughed.

"I've heard that you're hurting," she said. "Hospital gossip really isn't my business, though."

"Thanks," she replied.

"See you in the OR, Dr. Torres."

"Yeah."

Arizona booked the OR, and was now charting at the nursing station when Callie came out of little Asher's hospital room. She didn't even get the chance to go over and tell her that they had the OR at three o'clock before the young doctor that she knew to be Dr. Torres' ex came up.

"I have a minute," he said to the latina. "What do you want to talk about?"

"I took a pregnancy test this morning," she said. "Apparently, I'm pregnant."

Arizona tried to remind herself of what she told Callie: hospital gossip wasn't her business. However, she couldn't help but react to what she overheard. Luckily, her jaw didn't drop quite as much as Dr. O'Malley's just had.

"George, snap out of it," Callie said.

"You're sure it's mine?"

"Unlike you, I only sleep with one person at a time," she answered.

"I –"

"I'm sorry," she said. "That was rude. But yes. It's yours. I've been with someone else, but that was really recent. There's no way I would know this soon if it were his."

"Oh."

"I can get a paternity test done if you really want, though."

"No," he said. "I believe you. I mean, why would you want to be stuck with me for the rest of your life after what I did?"

"George…"

"So what do we do from here?"

"I don't think it's right to keep you from it," Callie said. "I want to divorce you and move on, but this baby deserves to know you. And even though you ruined what we had, I do think you're a good man. So I'm not just 'stuck' with you."

"You still think I'm a good man?"

"You made a bad decision and I won't be in a marriage with someone who made that decision. But you have such a kind heart, George. One decision doesn't erase all the good things about you."

"Thanks."

"I'd be more than willing to share custody. Fifty-fifty. I think that's best. And if you want, you can come to my appointments and stuff."

"Okay," he said. "Wow."

"Yeah," she nodded. "Wow."

"Wow," Callie said, trying to take deep breaths as she sat there by his bed. His mom and his brothers were there and, against all odds, George was hanging on. Still, none of this seemed even close to real.

George, the man who was still legally her husband and the father of her unborn child, had thrown himself in front of a moving bus to save someone's life. That person was someone he didn't even know, making Callie right. George O'Malley was a good man. She may have been divorcing him, but that didn't make it any easier to see him how he was now.

"Could he actually -?" Mrs. O'Malley asked. "Could he really -?"

"Live?" Callie asked.

"Yeah," both of his brothers answered in unison.

"I don't know," she said. "He's made it this far, but he's got so much further to go."

Arizona walked in. "Sorry to interrupt," she said softly. "But if you need anything."

"We're fine," Callie said. "Thanks, though."

"Mark told me to tell you you'd better eat something," she said. "His words, not mine."

Callie was glad to have such good friends. Mark had been there for her for awhile, but she and Arizona had made fast friends over the last few months as well. She proved to be a good person to talk to when she just needed to vent about the unique feelings that come along with divorcing the father of your unborn child. The peppy Peds. surgeon may have been her polar opposite, but she was fun and Callie had been needing fun.

"I'm not hungry."

"When's the last time you ate?"

"I don't know."

"Let's go get something," she said. "All of the kids in Peds say I have the best Jell-O they've ever eaten."

"Jell-O won't fix this."

"Well, no," she said. "But you've gotta eat something and Jello's better than nothing. Or we could find you real food. That's an option, too," she smiled.

"I'm not hungry."

"Humour me," she said. "You can come right back."

"Fine," she replied.

"We'll be here with him," Louise O'Malley said. "It's okay."

Callie struggled to get up, but managed to move closer to George's bed anyway. "I'll be back, okay? You just take it easy."

"C'mon," Arizona softly said, knowing that if she didn't make her, Callie'd never leave.

"They keep asking my opinion," she told Arizona when they left the room. "How am I supposed to tell them that I really don't think he'll live? And if he does, he won't be George anymore?"

"Let somebody else do that," she said. "You're family."

"Yeah."

"Will you let somebody from OB check you out now, Torres?" Mark asked, catching up to them. "The stress –"

"The father of my baby is dying," Callie said. "The stress isn't going anywhere."

"No, but we really should make sure the baby's okay," Arizona said. "You were hyperventilating earlier, Calliope," Arizona agreed.

"Fine."

"You won't have to do this alone," Arizona told her. "You get that, right?"

"How is this day happening?"

"I don't know," she said. "I don't know."