AN: This is my first fanfiction like EVER and I actually never thought I was one for writing such thing. But here I am and in a great writing progress, too. I actually already got 3 chapters done. So if you like it, I'll keep writing. I might add that English isn't my main language so you may have to kindly dismiss the grammar errors. When that's said; ENJOY!

ALL CHARACTERS BELONGS TO SHONDA RHIMES!

Callie's POV.

She really couldn't figure out why she'd said yes to this. She wasn't a softy, she was badass and she wasn't interested in literature. The only books Callie owned were the ones from med. school and the ones her sister had tried more than once to get her to read… with no luck. Of course she had read books but not for her own enjoyable sake. That's why Callie doubted her sanity this minute. Why was she here? Why had she said yes when Addison had asked her to join her at this literature lecture… or torture? Callie simple didn't know. But here she was, sitting on a very uncomfortable wooden chair in a dusty library. Callie looked to her left side and studied her friend's face. She beamed with expectation; her eyes seemed alarmingly amped up with excitement but at the same time very content in this particular surrounding. Callie looked at Addison's unclad shoulders, they seemed relaxed, and her hands kept playing with a folder with the evening's program. Callie smiled and turned her head against the small stage… or the sad excuse for a stage. Addison really needed this evening out, seeing that her week had contained way too many lost battles to death. And frankly, Callie needed it too. But spending Friday night at a library wasn't what Callie pictured as a good way to forget about the horrible things they often faced as surgeons… there's no booze! But she was here, she was participating in her friend's love for literature and who knew, maybe it would turn out to be nice to have someone lecturing you?...who was she kidding? She always hated being lectured. Callie could always hide her face behind her hand and slightly close her eyes, if it got a little too much for her bad acting skills to keep pretending to enjoy the show.

"You're already bored, aren't you?" Addison asked with a sigh.

"No, no. I'm maybe not as excited about spending Friday night in this old, dusty building filled with books and not dancing people, as you are. But I'm here," Callie answered with a big cheesy grin. "I will listen, I promise!" Callie placed one hand upon her heart and winked at her friend.

That got a throaty laugh out of Addison which resonated in the room and almost broke the unbreakable silence a library holds. Addison cut her laugh off with her hand, "Yeah, you think you are so funny," she nudged her other arm against Callie's side. "Thank you," Addison mouthed and smiled before turning her head towards the door which squeaked open.

Callie just smiled back at her friend then pulled the program out from Addison's hands and studied it. "The Poetry Behind Poetry" the headline said. Callie screwed up her face… Addison owed her a night out with free drinks indeed! She opened the folder and skimmed it through. Nothing caught Callie's attention that was till her eyes landed on a picture. A picture of a captivating woman. Callie smiled, this woman was beautiful. It was almost as the woman's blue eyes reached her brown ones. This woman displayed so much life and kindness just from a miniature picture; Callie tilted her head and gently slid her index finger over the woman's lips. Callie knew they smiled at her, for her. And she couldn't help but think about how they might feel. How those golden locks would be to pull, how those deep blue eyes would turn black caused by the right touch… her touch! As her mind twisted itself around this newfound source of gorgeousness, Addison poked Callie's side for her to return to reality. Callie's head snapped up and out of the sudden haze, and caused her to lightly kick the chair before her. It made a killer high sound in the dead room and got the serious literature loving faces to turn towards her, from all sides of the room, and Callie wished she could go hide between the large bookcases.

"You promised," Addison whispered. "She'll begin now. Shush"

Callie didn't answer, her tongue was caught between too much saliva and a dryness she hadn't felt before. She could swear that she was imagining, but the picture had become 3D and was now standing right in front of her so very much alive… ooh, that smile!

"If everyone's ready, I'll like to introduce myself?" the woman from the picture said in an almost honey like voice.

Callie needed to gain her ability to swallow but wasn't in control of anything anymore. Her attempt to release her tongue from the roof of her mouth resulted in an awkward cough.

"Are you okay? Do you need some water?" the honey voice asked from the stage…because now, now it was a stage!

"Callie, she's talking to you," Addison said while hitting Callie's back. "Do you need water?"

"No, I'm good," she coughed once more.

"You sure?"

That smile. Callie couldn't make up what to say, those blue eyes locking with hers. All she felt was warmth and so alive as an unfamiliar feeling sat camp in her entire body. Callie only managed to nod in reassurance at the woman. Addison had stopped hitting her back as Callie's cough had subsided, and only drew gentle circles between her shoulder blades. Callie regained the steady rhythm in her lungs and collected herself, straightened her back and crossed her legs, her left ankle bobbing up and down in a nervous pace.

"Well, let's start now, shall we? My name is Arizona Robbins and I'm an author, as you may know. I'm here this evening to talk about my new poetry collecting called 'To all the worlds' which was released a few months ago. And I'm very excited to be…" Arizona's voice explained filling the now awakened library's atmosphere but was cut off by a beeping sound.

The room was soon filled with annoying sounds and sighs which caused Addison to cringe in her seat and hide her face behind her hands, clearly embarrassed by her friend's action.

"So embarrassing," Addison whined in a whisper.

"Sorry. I'm so sorry. Really, continue, I'm sorry," Callie apologized and fumbled with her phone to turn it to the off mute. Now she really wished she could hide behind the bookcases. Arizona just smiled at Callie and opened her book to start her lecture.

Callie felt herself being mesmerized, once again. Mesmerized and she didn't mind a bit. If this was how Addison wanted to spend all their Friday nights, heck even Saturday nights too, she wouldn't mind. As long as she got to hear that voice and watch that body… those legs, wow. And if she had to label herself as a softy for her to listen to this woman, Arizona Robbins, for the rest of her life, it wouldn't mind her, too. She'd label herself with all the labels in the world for Arizona to notice her…to kiss her, to feel her, to eat her all up. Callie shook her head and mentally slapped herself for thinking those thoughts. She hadn't even been into women that long and here she was, finding herself inside the woman in her thoughts. She couldn't help it, though. The only thing bringing her out of the gutter was the thought of this magical, writing…writhing? - angel not on the same page as her. The "liking girls" page. Nonetheless this evening had just turned out to be the best in a very long period of time, and it wasn't even started yet. Callie tucked the phone back in her purse and leaned her back against the chair, ready to be taken aback by this new world, she now was determined to get to know.