AN: I am not by any means a writer - I am actually an engineer. So I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors or if the story sounds like crap. This was a story I've been toying with and said "f" it and I wrote it. Please let me know what you think, it's my first FanFic so play nice please :)
General Summary: This is an AU Arizona/Callie fic. I do not know if Calzona will be end game just yet. This will be a long and rather drama/smut/trigger filled story. You will be forewarned of this prior to any and all chapters. Arizona is a 5th year general surgeon resident at MGH in Boston enlisted in the Navy. Callie is new in town and the rest will be addressed. This story takes place in 2008. Enjoy!
GN: I do not own any of the Grey's Anatomy characters peeps!
Chapter 1. Sleeping in Arlington
"Attention passengers on Delta flight 3-5-1-0 with non-stop service to Boston Logan Airport, your flight is currently delayed due to the inclement weather. We have word that the storm should be passing within the hour, we apologize for any inconvenience this may be causing. Please come to the service desk if you have connecting flights in Boston that will require re-booking."
Cracks of thunder fill Richmond airport as hail begins to pelt against the windows. Humid August evenings in Virginia could create some of the nastiest of thunder storms. Lighting so bright you would be temporarily blinded, thunder so loud you could feel it vibrate your chest. Feel. It was a word that seemed to have left the now morose blonde sighing in her chair for what seemed like the hundredth time now. Feeling is something that has left her now shadow of a body since the news was delivered exactly seven days ago. Nothing was there now, nothing.
A sleepy blonde was stirring in a very uncomfortable airport chair. Mustering up the last bit of energy she had, feet began to make their way to the rest room to restore circulation to her lower half and freshen up. Staring at herself in the mirror, drabbed in her dress Navy whites, she looked at each pin and ribbon adorned on her chest. These were not honorable in her eyes: there was no blood, no violence, no glory and no story behind them. They simply signified her pay grade but most importantly that brilliant mind that resided behind those blue eyes. The mind that earned her a spot in one, no, the best medical school in America: Harvard University. From undergrad, until now, in here final year of med school, she was firmly rooted in Harvard. Then was accepted into Mass General's residency program for her general surgery residency. The blonde was so brilliant she was able to finish out undergrad in three years. No one understood her decision to enlist in the Navy. Not her mother, her father, friends nor family could understand. Money was never an issue seeing she was always the top 10% of her class. Not even her Navy recruiter could understand how such a brilliant mind would willingly sign up to go to the sand pit across the world.
The only person who did understand this impetuous decision was the carbon copy of her. Her rock, her partner in crime, her best friend who was simply known as her dimply blue eyed twin brother, Timothy. Not only was he her identical twin, he was her everything. He was the reason for her scar just above her eye, the broken wrist and foot, the numerous scars all over her body from youth. The first person she confided in when she came out and the first person who was there when every relationship went to hell. He even drove them to the recruiting office in Boston where they would reside as undergrads before Tim went off to become a Navy SEAL. Only the twins knew what their destinies were, and that was to defend the country they grew up to love the best way that they could. And now, Timothy is sleeping in Arlington, forever.
Squinting her eyes to refocus her gaze, she let out a deep breathe before she was engulfed in rage, sorrow, laughter or whatever fucking phase of grieving she was in at this point. Her knuckles where ghost white from gripping the edge of the sink. Why did you go Tim? Why? Four weeks before you could come home, four mother fucking weeks Tim. You were not supposed to die, remember? You're a bad ass Navy SEAL. And Navy SEALs don't die! But you did.
But the reality was all too blatant, to sobering, too much. It wasn't until she saw her dad standing in the ER did she know her twin intuition was right, until she saw the coffin being removed from the back of the plane, until she watched over a dozen fellow SEALS punch their tridents into his coffin, until she placed the final rose on the disturbed patch of ground, he was never coming back. Choking back tears, she was brought back down by her pessimistic – 'doctor' – persona.
They say it's something that every doctor is born with – similar to a soldier. You must separate yourself from the reality of your job in order to complete your job. Or at least that's what she told herself whenever she watched a patient die on that stainless steel slab under her hands or she was able to play god and save another. Seeing life slip and come back like a yo-yo was the part of the job no one spoke of but merely dealt with by any means necessary. Like the soldier, your love and honor keeps you going but foolish pride and stubbornness underneath it all fuels the beast needing to cut or shoot the next body in your horizon.
"What the fuck." The blonde muttered to herself. Why, WHY was she doing this now, questioning everything for the greater good of what? What the fuck was the point of anything anymore? Did she even want to go to serve her country? She could not bear to cry anymore tears or exhaust any more sorrow into Timothy's passing. He would refuse to see his sister like this because of him. She knew very well that this could happen any moment and it did. It fucking did. No, it cannot and will not consume her. It was the last promise she made to her brother when she left him at Arlington. That this loss will not consume her only fuel her. She must bottle this up. I will not let this consume me – Good man in the storm Robbins.
Staring back into the mirror, she turned the faucet on, and soaked her face in cool water to wash the last three hours of airport stench from her face. Staring down into the sink, watching the water flow, she was reminded of one of Tim's stupid sayings; "Only dead fish go with the flow!" Which would usually lead them into some ridiculously stupid situation causing them to get in trouble from the colonel. Reminiscing thoughts perked a small pathetic looking smile but were quickly flushed when the bathroom door whipped open. A brunette woman was in what seemed to be fitful rage - towards her phone. Which was then quickly slammed shut as the woman entered a stall. Mumbling somethings in Spanish.
Shutting off the faucet, the blonde rolled neck and stared blankly into the porcelain bowl. The Latina woman who abruptly interrupted thoughts was now standing beside her, touching up her makeup, not even noticing the dead fish to her left.
*BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ*
The vibrating cell phone nearly sent Arizona out of her skin and caused the Latina woman to jump as well.
"I-I-I'm so-sorry," catching her breathe to only see blackened eyes darting into her cerulean ones. "Uh…uh" Dammit, she's gorgeous, like beautiful, gorgeous. Robbins, stop stuttering and making mouth noises, smile you fool!
A giant dimply smile popped up causing the brunette to ease tensed facial muscles. The first genuine one in what seemed like days.
"It's okay, I-I thought I shut it off." A small smile was returned and the Latina quickly eyed the soldier in front of her before drooling. God, what color blue are those eyes? And that uniform? Get a grip you buffoon! She has a ring on and clearly IS NOT gay or looking for hopeless cases such as yourself.
Arizona simply nodded and knew when the air was becoming intoxicating awkward and lead herself out of the restroom before doing anything else foolish or worse, stuttering more.
'Great job Torres, two for two with the scaring away stunning women'. The Latina thought to herself.
What the fuck was that Robbins? Quickly re-adjusting her collar, god did it get hot or was it just the fiery hot Latina who just spooked her out of her skin and made her melt simultaneously when she saw how sinfully gorgeous she was. SNAP. OUT. OF. IT. ROBBINS.
The annoying static of the loud speaker brought her back to Earth all too quick.
Attention passengers on Delta flight 3-5-1-0 will be leaving from gate A-7, Alpha-7, A-7. We have been cleared for take and will begin the boarding process in 10 minutes.
The blonde let out a sigh of relief now that she was going home, finally. Anywhere but here. The last seven days of her life were finally coming to a close and she could not wait to set foot on that plane and begin the final phase of her life. And most importantly, drink herself into an oblivion with her friends.