Arizona Robbins was a good man in a storm.

Well, she always thought that she was.

For as far back as she can remember she'd always been told that she should help a person in need.

"They may not always deserve it, but it is still your duty to help them as much as humanly possible." said the Colonel

Her father told her and her brother this when she was nine years old and it stuck. Throughout her life Arizona believed in helping others to the best of her abilities. It is the reason why she is the way she is today. Why people always commend her on her ability to open up (professionally) and take the role of the "healer", the "life-saver", the "I can depend on you for anything" girl.

Its also the reason why she went to Africa.

Because if being a good man in a storm was the first thing her father taught her. Keeping her promises had to be the second. Completing any and all commitments was something she could never brake. Even if in the end it broke her Calliope's heart.

Following her father's rules has put her in this situation. Where she's standing in an elevator wondering why she even stepped foot on a plane back to America. She's thinking of why for the first time in all of her thirty two years of living on this earth, she chose to break her father's second rule.

She threw away her commitment to the Carter Maddison committee and Africa for the girl that is standing in front of her. The girl, NO THE WOMAN she couldn't stop thinking about twenty four seven. For the past two months, she's been crying herself to sleep worried about her. Memories of there break up at the airport plagued her everyday and made her feel like a monster.

She came back a two weeks ago with only one thought. Get Calliope back. She knew it was going to take begging, pleading, plenty of flowers, plenty of chocolates, and a helluva lot of ass kissing but she thought at the end she would get the love of her life back.

The measures she took the past two weeks to get back in Calliope's good graces flew through her mind.

Showing up in front of Mark Sloan's door telling Callie she came back for her and then getting the door slammed in her face.

Coming back to Seattle Grace Mercy West with her tail between her legs and asking the chief for her attending job back and having to work under Dr. Stark instead.

Begging, even in front of her colleagues for Calliope to talk to her and the brunette not even giving her a glance of recognition was a major blow to her pride.

That wasn't even the worst thing.

The worst came when she asked Mark Sloan for advice. She allowed for the MAN WHORE of this hospital to publicly state her faults only for him to tell her that she was a bailer. She took his judgements in front of interns, residents, and even patients. Allowed him to tell her how to do her job for the day. He stated that she was narrow minded and still she took it. She took all the crap everyone in the hospital gave her because her only thought was to get Calliope back.

And now here she is staring at Calliope with a look of pure astonishment and sadness.

Callie has the decency to not look Arizona in the eyes. She sees nothing but pain there and knows she should have never slept with her best friend. She knows that what she has...had with Arizona may never be recovered. Not only because she's pregnant but by the one person Arizona hated with a passion.

"You want a second chance?"

"Yes. I'll do anything."

"Today I found out that I'm pregnant. With Mark's baby. How about now."

Arizona can feel the tears begin to well but she won't let Calliope...no Callie see them fall. She has to hold it together. She watches as the elevator continues to go down toward the first floor.

She has to get out of here.

The brunette finally looks at Arizona but sees the shield the blonde has put up. She reaches to touch her but Arizona flinches and backs away. Sadness and anger showing in her eyes.

The brunette who is now hurt, begins to let her anger take over.

Arizona has no right to be mad at her. She broke them up.

"How far along are you?" Arizona looks at Calliope's stomach and then into brown eyes.

"Six weeks" Calliope knows why she asked. She wanted to know how long after the blonde left it took her to climb into bed with Mark. The redness in her cheeks is her only sign of embarrassment.

"Well, I see it didn't take you that long to fall back into your old ways. Two weeks is all it took huh? I'm surprised you didn't fuck him as soon as I got on the plane." Arizona's anger seems to have bubbled toward the surface. She knows she'll regret what she just said in the morning but right now she doesn't care. A few tears of frustration fall and Arizona faces the elevator doorway waiting for those few seconds to pass before the elevator opens and she get as far away from Calliope as she can.

"You have no right to be angry with me. We weren't together, we still aren't together and that was your fault not mine." Arizona gives the brunette a glare. Callie puts a hand over her belly protectively. "I see you're running away. Old ways seem to be flaring up again!" She didn't want Arizona to go. She was afraid the blonde would hop on the fastest plane and leave but this time she'd never come back.

The blonde was moments from falling apart. Would this elevator ever reach the first floor? Seconds later both women heard a light "ding" and the two doors opened. Arizona's moment of relief was shattered when she saw who was standing in front of the elevator.

Mark fucking Sloan

Arizona could feel the bile building in her throat and the anger building within her. She turned around to look at Calliope who seemed extremely worried and then back at the smirking blue eyed son of a bitch in front of her.

God, would she love to wipe that smirk off his face.

Apparently, Mark didn't catch the vibe or the death glare coming from Arizona. The tension was thick before but now it felt like a ton of bricks weighed on both Arizona and Callie's shoulders.

Calliope saw Arizona's fists clench and the back of her neck begin to darken into a shade of red that she'd never seen before. Arizona was trying to keep her composure but if Mark said one annoyingly cocky thing, she was going to pummel him.

Mark opened his mouth to say something but when he looked behind Arizona's poised form and saw Calliope staring at him with tears rolling down her cheeks and shaking her head from side to side, he shut his mouth. He was able to get a look at Arizona's face and if looks could kill, he would be a dead man. He stepped away and they both watched as Arizona fled the building nearly running out the door.

Calliope fell apart in the elevator. Finally letting all of her emotions take over.