Hey guys, so I've gone for the classic 'Arizona's a new doctor and her and Callie fall in love' fanfic. I know it's a cliché but I just couldn't resist! It starts roughly as it did on the show but it'll deviate from the plot further down the line.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Ugh, make it stop.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
This is not helping my headache.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"Okay, okay, I'm up!" I sighed, raising my half dead arm and throwing it back down on top of the happiness ruining machine they called an alarm clock, and the room was filled with a blissful silence. It couldn't last long, as I (unfortunately) had to get up and dressed and all the things necessary for a day at work.
By the time I had gotten ready and downed a cup of coffee I was completely awake and in a much better mood, if you didn't count the headache. I picked up my bag containing all of the stuff I would need for today, and then finally addressed the aggressive knocking on my door, and pulled it open to reveal my best friend Mark standing there with his hand still raised in the air.
I raised one eyebrow at him. "You know you can just come in, instead of nearly knocking down my door?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "Just feeling in a door knocking kind of mood today." He replied sarcastically.
"Yeah, well, I have a headache, and your door knocking mood is not appreciated in the slightest."
He laughed, slinging an arm around my shoulder as we walked across the street to the hospital. "Jeez, Torres, who pissed in your Cheerio's this morning?"
"The overnight shift I have tonight." I replied. "And the fact that I can see people staring at me!" I said rather loudly and pointedly to one of the nurses who were standing by the coffee cart outside the hospital, clearly talking about me to her redhead friend.
The most annoying part is that she wasn't the first person who had talked or stared or gossiped about me. Ever since George had cheated on me and Erica had taken no time in fleeing, all I ever saw was people looking at me. Some were sympathetic. Some were empathetic. Some felt sorry for me and some were embarrassed for me. Either way, they stared. And it had begun to get on my nerves.
"Walk tall, Torres." Mark murmured in my ear. Ever since that thing in the elevator that had become his saying to me whenever we noticed people staring at me. I sighed and nodded- it would go away after a few weeks. At least it did with George.
"Anyway, there's a new head of Peds, did you hear?" Mark asked as we stood in line for the coffee cart. I know I just downed a coffee, but no amount of coffee in the world was going to make this headache go away.
"Yeah, Bailey told me she was kind of a bitch." I replied.
"I wonder if she's hot." He wondered out loud, making me laugh. Of course he would think about that.
The rest of the morning was routine- We got coffee, then I wet of towards the resident's lounge and he to the attending's one. I rounded on patients, each of them with many new questions that had formed overnight, and settled my OR schedule with the other surgeons before stepping back to look at the board.
"Not a bad day, huh?" An unfamiliar voice said from beside me making me jump. I spun around to see a woman standing there, and my jaw literally dropped. She had the bluest, most piercing eyes I had ever seen, and killer dimples on each of her cheeks, and blonde hair that was braided on the back of her head. I floundered around in my head for a second trying to remember how to close my jaw and form a coherent response.
"Uh… yeah." I replied dumbly, still trying to get over this woman who stood in front of me. "It's been bad over the last few weeks."
"I'm Arizona Robbins, new head of peds surgery." She said, holding out a pale hand for me to shake. I patted myself on the back for being able to do this without making an idiot of myself, and had to hold in a gasp as electric currents shocked my arm as she touched it. I smiled at her.
"Callie Torres, ortho." I introduced myself, hoping with all my might that she hadn't heard any of the rumours about me. I took relief in the fact that her face seemed impassive and she didn't seem to have heard anything. Either that or she was just a really good actress.
Just then our conversation was interrupted by the high pitched beeping of a pager, and we both checked ours to see whose it was. "It's mine!" She declared turning to me and frowning slightly. "I have to go, Bailey already doesn't have a lot of faith in me and I don't wanna make it worse."
I nodded and smiled. "Well I guess I'll see you around."
And with that she set off but I stopped her.
"Oh, and Arizona?"
She stopped in her tracks and her head snapped round to me. "Yeah?"
"Bailey didn't like anyone to begin with. Just give her time."
She then gave me one of her dimple smiles and set off leaving me melting to a puddle on the floor. 'Pull it together, Calliope.' I told myself, shaking my head as I watched her take off on her wheely sneaks and with a flash of blonde hair she rounded the corner and was gone.
"Damn, she is hot." I found myself saying before returning to my work, which was pretty boring so far.
"Who is?" Cristina, my roommate said as she walked up to me, handing me charts. "Shepherd wants your opinion on the death row patient- he's got a toothbrush in his spine."
"The new head of peds." I replied before stopping in my tracks. "Wait, death row patient? What're you talking about?"
"Yeah, guys slit six woman's throats. But anyway, you up for the consult?"
"Uh, yeah, sure." I agreed and followed her.
"Hey, mind if I sit here?"
It was a few hours later and I was sitting in the cafeteria alone. I was waiting for Mark when he text me saying he'd gotten pulled into surgery, and I didn't feel like sitting in a group of people so I just stayed on my own.
I looked up from my tray to see Arizona Robbins standing there, looking perfect and smiley as usual. I hadn't seen her around a lot, but whenever I had she'd been smiling.
"Yeah, sure." I agreed lightly, shifting my tray to make room for hers. I was glad when my words didn't come across as moody and bitchy as they had before.
"If you see Bailey coming, tell me." She said, looking over her shoulder to the cafeteria doors. "She still doesn't believe that I'm a competent enough doctor so she keeps trying to get me to try every approach. Every approach, that is, except the one I'm taking." She ranted and I just sat there with a smile. How could she be so comfortable around me? We were strangers to each other and yet she was taking to me as if I were her best friend.
"When the new interns start, the ones in Bailey's group got told that she already hated them and that wasn't going to change. Her kid's middle name's George after one of the interns." I informed her and she laughed and shook her head, twisting her fork around a very green and leafy looking salad.
"Yeah, well something tells me that she's not going to naming any of her children after me any time soon." She laughed. "So, why orthopaedics?" She asked, taking a sip of her juice.
"I was in The Peace Corps when I was a teenager which probably made me want to become a doctor, and I'm not sure where ortho came from. I just seemed to lean towards it." I told her. "Why peds?"
"When I was twelve I had this cousin who had stage three lung cancer. We were so close so I used to visit her in the hospital a lot, and it just intrigued me somewhat. She beat her cancer and I decided that I wanted to be one of those people who had helped her."
I raised my eyebrows. "Well, my story's relatively boring now." I said and she giggled. Just then her pager went off and she frowned as she looked down at it.
"That's my liver and intestine kid. He's coding again." And with that she ran off without another word, leaving me sitting there with her nearly empty tray and a mind full of fluff.
"I think you've got the hots for the new peds surgeon." Mark said as he walked over to me later on, having caught me staring at her from across the ER again.
"I do not." I scoffed in an unconvincing tone, dropping my head back down to the charts I was filling in.
"You so do." He replied, and just then it hit me that we sounded very much like kids from elementary school.
"It doesn't matter if I do anyway; she's probably straight and has people lining up for her. She's not gonna want me."
His face turned serious. "You don't give yourself enough credit." He said, before smiling. "And anyway, I've stalked her Facebook page and she is not straight." He said jokingly and I swatted his arm.
"Hey, no stalking hot peds surgeons!" I chastised playfully. And of course, it would be just my luck that Arizona would walk over just in time to hear the last part.
"What about stalking peds surgeons?" She asked with a suspicious smile, and I stammered over words while Mark just laughed.
"Oh look, I'm being paged." I muttered, even though the pager that I had attached to my hip was completely silent. I gave them both a hurried smile before walking away quickly and briskly, barely able to keep the smile off my face and the blush off of my cheeks.