AN: Hey guys, so here is a new Calzona fic to tide us over during the hiatus from hell. In the first episode of the season Arizona wanted to use an ortho metaphor on her wife. That might not have been the brightest idea and thank goodness Alex stopped her from doing it. But what if that metaphor became a reality? Callie took care of Arizona for a year and now it's time for Arizona to return the favor.

Copious amounts of thank yous to MaybeIShouldGetACat for all her help with this. You're awesome!

Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's, Dora, Swiper, Boots, or the Dolphins. You know, in case you were wondering.

Enjoy!

Arizona stood outside the painfully familiar yet foreign apartment door, Sofia hoisted up on her right hip and a bag of food over her left shoulder. It had been a long day filled with grueling surgeries but it was the blonde's night with her raven-haired little girl and that thought was the only thing that had gotten her through the day. Then around 4pm, April had informed her that Callie had taken a fall avoiding a speeding car and fractured her left ankle. She'd been patched up and sent home with pain meds and a bad attitude. Which was relatively commonplace these days. Still, the thought of Callie at home alone and in pain didn't sit well with the blonde, so she'd decided to spend her night with Sofia at the apartment…with Callie.

Raising her left fist, she paused for a moment and took a deep breath before knocking. "Callie, its Arizona…I'm just going to…" She sighed as she let herself into the apartment, a miserable looking Callie on the couch in the living room with her foot propped up on the coffee table. She met the brunette's burning gaze for a moment before studiously avoiding it. Walking over to the island in the kitchen, she placed the food on the counter and then secured Sofia in her high chair. After dishing out a plate of pasta and bringing it to Callie along with some pain meds and a cup of water, Arizona fixed a plate for herself and Sofia and then settled in at the table.

"Why are you here?" came Callie's voice from behind Arizona, her food completely untouched.

"Because I thought Sofia would make you feel better and I wanted to make sure you were eating. Callie you need to eat. You'll feel better."

"I don't need your help, you can leave," Callie snapped back.

"Just let me help you. Like you said…you took care of me for a year." Arizona didn't like to look back on the time following her amputation. She had been unnecessarily cruel to her wife. But instead of dwelling on her past actions, she got up and wiped Sofia's mouth, the little girl making a mess of her dinner. She sighed before turning back to her wife. Ex-wife? Wife. "Do you want Sofia?"

She braced herself for the coming response, gritting her teeth when Callie shot back at her. "Of course I want Sofia, what kind of question is that?"

She decided not to mention that it was in fact her own night with their daughter but that she was willing to let Callie take her for the night. She swallowed and nodded before continuing, "Let me just get her bathed and in her pajamas then."

"Whatever," Callie dismissed her. Arizona unfastened the straps of Sofia's high chair, lifting her out of it and carrying her into the bathroom. She shut the door, effectively separating them from Callie's poisonous attitude. For the next fifteen minutes, it would just be her and her little girl. She engaged Sofia in conversation as the tub quickly filled before removing her messy clothes and lifting her into the water.

Handing Sofia her little rubber penguin, Arizona watched her dip the toy under the water and play with the bubbles as she stroked her hair. "I know. We were going to watch Dora tonight Sof, but your Mama needs you right now. I know you'll be good for her." She smiled as Sofia let out a giggle and splashed her hands and feet, sending a few bubbles floating into the air.

From her perch on the couch, Callie sneered to herself. Of course Arizona got to enjoy bath time with Sofia while she was stuck in the living room like an invalid. As Arizona carried Sofia into her room wrapped in a towel, the corners of Callie's mouth twitched up at the squeal her daughter let out as the cold air hit her skin. The hint of a good mood was quickly squashed, however, as she thought about how the three of them used to share moments like these. By the time Arizona returned to the living room with their daughter, Callie was in full-on horror show mode.

Sitting Sofia next to her wife, Arizona carefully took a step away from the couch – and in essence, away from Callie – before righting the few items Callie's leg had knocked off the coffee table. She then refilled Callie's glass of water and placed her phone on the arm of the couch as Sofia chattered away animatedly.

Picking up her bag, Arizona ran a hand tiredly through her golden locks and let her eyes sweep over the apartment one last time before allowing her gaze to fall back on Callie. "Uhm... Just call if you need anything." She then leaned over the side of the couch and dropped a kiss onto Sofia's smiling face. "Bye, Little Miss. Be good for Mama. I love you so much." Arizona cleared her throat in an attempt to hide the crack in her voice as she continued. "Bye, Callie." Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked out the door.

Callie glared at the door as she watched it swing shut. Never before had the sight of a door closing pissed her off so much, but she beat her emotions down and hid them away as Sofia bounced into her lap. With a cheesy grin, she planted a sloppy kiss on Callie's nose and then settled in for a snuggle. Callie couldn't help but return her daughter's grin as she wrapped her in a tight hug and hummed to her softly.

"I love you, Sofster," she purred softly into Sofia's hair before releasing her and reaching for the remote.

As soon as the television screen lit up, Sofia jumped up off the couch with a cheer. "Dora!" She yelled, as she watched Boots chase Swiper through the woods. "Yes, Dora," Callie answered with a laugh. They watched attentively as Dora instructed them on how to move logs and sing to trees in Spanish before Sofia started to nod off.

When Sofia's faint snores reverberated around the living room, Callie shifted her from her sprawled out position on the couch and into her arms. Bracing herself against the arm of the couch with her right hand, she tried to lift herself into a standing position but her botched ankle and her daughter's extra weight made it difficult to rise to her feet. Still, after much effort and some minor jostling of Sofia, Callie managed to right herself. After grabbing one of her crutches from where they were propped against the back of the couch and placing it under her right arm, Callie slowly made her way to her little girl's room.

Only with patience and perseverance did she then manage to get Sofia into bed. The raven-haired beauty was a wild sleeper and thrashed around during her mother's attempts to lay her down and tuck her in. Sofia tossed and turned atop her lilac sheets, whimpering while in the throes of a dream, but soft murmurs from Callie soon calmed her enough that she settled into her pillows and began to snore again.

With sweat on her brow, Callie stood up and turned, prepared to make her way to her own bed after a long day. It was not until the last minute that she realized, working with her new limited mobility, that she had overstepped and slammed her crutch into Sofia's bureau, the loud clang echoing throughout the spacious room.

Callie cringed but did not move, silently hoping that Sofia had somehow slept through the noise. Her shoulders slumped in relief just as a high pitch wail rang through the air and she turned back around to see Sofia upright in bed, angry tears streaming down her red and heated face.

Shuffling over, Callie perched on the edge of Sofia's bed and lifted the little girl into her lap, rocking her gently. But Sofia would have none of it. "Mommy!" She screamed as she fought against Callie's hold on her.

"Shh, Sof, its okay baby girl. Go back to sleep."

"I want Mommy," she continued to cry, growing more agitated by the minute.

"Sof, Mommy is at work right now. Mama needs you to try and get some rest," Callie placated, desperately trying to reign in the irritation in her voice. Sofia continued to squirm in her lap so Callie set her back down on the bed and went about standing up again. Sofia climbed down from her bed and followed Callie into her room, still crying profusely. She scampered up onto the bed and curled into a ball on Arizona's side, burying her face in her mother's pillow as Callie sat on the other side and looked on in annoyance.

"Where's Mommy! I want Mommy!"

"Sofia. Mommy is busy and I need you to stop screaming."

Callie grit her teeth against the slow sting that began to build in her broken ankle as she rubbed soothing circles on her daughter's back. She was usually able to calm Sofia down, but as her earlier bad mood reared its ugly head once more, Callie found herself more and more unwilling to put up with Sofia's screams. However, she refused to make use of her other option and so decided to try something different.

Pulling off her battered Miami Dolphins t-shirt and chucking it over the side of the bed, she wrestled with Sofia for a moment before finally managing to lift her onto her chest. Callie removed Sofia's tear-stained pajama shirt and leaned back in her bed, Sofia's face resting against her chest. She silently prayed that the warmth of her skin and the beating of her heart would be enough to cajole her wailing daughter and for a while, it seemed to work. As she quieted gradually, Sofia clung to her mother and settled in, her breathing slowing until it evened out and soft snores emanated from her once more. She shifted on top of Callie after a few moments and grasped the fabric of Callie's tank top in her hand, balling it up in her fist. Callie sighed and sank further back into the plush pillows on her bed; she was exhausted. Her eyelids grew heavy and soon Callie found herself instinctively fighting off sleep. She wanted to put Sofia back in her own bed but didn't want to risk moving her just yet for fear that she might wake up again screaming. So she laid there as Sofia fidgeted every now and then, her eyelids closing more often than she would have liked.

"Mommy," she heard Sofia mumble in her sleep and Callie held her breath, waiting for some type of reaction. When none came, she exhaled and rubbed Sofia's back, her eyes sliding closed.

"Mommy!" Sofia screamed as Callie startled awake, nearly toppling Sofia from her chest. As she began to cry again, Callie winced at the throbbing pain behind her eyes.

"Sof Sof its-" Callie huffed as she cut herself off.

Sofia couldn't hear her. She wanted Arizona and that's all there was to it. Callie didn't want to call Arizona. She didn't want to look at Arizona or hear her voice. But what she did want was sleep and she couldn't accomplish that with Sofia crying in her ear. So tucking her feelings away and bracing herself against her daughter's shrieks, Callie lifted her phone from the bedside table and dialed.

As she waited patiently for the ding of the elevator to sound, Arizona was anxious and a bit tense. Callie had called her less than twenty minutes ago and her voice had been drowned out by Sofia crying. She could barely hear Callie over the noise but got the gist of the call and hung up. After closing a few files on her desk, Arizona had exited her office and left the hospital, hurrying across the street to comfort her little girl. Sofia usually had no problems sleeping through the night but every once in a while, she would wake up crying for one of them. Lately, it was Arizona that she always wanted.

Once the elevator doors opened, Arizona made her way down the hall to 502. She almost walked right in but hesitated at the threshold. She could hear Sofia's screams through the door but she heard nothing from Callie. Knocking once, she let herself in and called out.

"Callie, it's me."

She doubted Callie had heard her. She could barely hear herself over the din coming from the bedroom. Placing her laptop bag on the couch, Arizona made her way into the bedroom as quickly as her tired limbs would carry her. She didn't make it five feet into the room before Sofia propelled herself from the edge of the bed and into her waiting arms. Arizona scooped her up and held her tight, Sofia's arms and legs wrapping securely around her. She shot Callie an apologetic look before carrying Sofia into her own bedroom.

Sitting down on the toddler's bed, Arizona leaned back with Sofia on her chest, exactly the way Callie had a few hours earlier. Her daughter quieted immediately, curling into her and Arizona couldn't ignore the sheer satisfaction she felt at being able to calm her little girl so quickly and effectively. Sofia clutched at her mother's collarbone, undoubtedly searching for the pendant that usually hung there. Finding nothing, she instead grasped Arizona's finger and held on tight as her breathing slowed and her eyes drifted shut.

Within ten minutes of entering the apartment, Arizona was already settling Sofia into her bed and tucking her in. Murmuring to her softly, she placed a kiss on her daughter's forehead and then quietly exited the room, pride adding a bit of pep to her stride.

She found Callie back on the couch and wondered how she made it there without making a sound. She studied her for a moment and took in the bags under her eyes and the tension radiating from her body. Callie was wound tight, clearly frazzled from their daughter's outburst.

Approaching the couch, she inquired softly, "Do you need anything?"

Callie let her gaze fall on Arizona as her mind raced. She was tired and in pain, her nerves were shot, and she didn't want to deal with the whirlwind of emotions she felt when it came to Arizona. The brunette could feel her anger growing and clenched her jaw to keep from lashing out. Pushing herself up from the couch and grabbing her crutches, she barked, "I need pain meds and water. And I need you to make sure she doesn't wake back up because I can't get to her."

"Just go get comfortable in bed, ok?" she responded weakly, nodding. With her back to her, Callie propelled herself back into the room and perched on the bed. Arizona turned and grabbed Callie's medication and topped off her glass before heading into the bedroom they used to share.

Handing the pills and glass to Callie, Arizona waited patiently for her to take them before proceeding to arrange some pillows under her wife's ankle. The blonde knew from experience what was comfortable when it came to stretching out in bed with a broken limb.

"I'll take care of Sofia... Just try to get some rest. I'll just be…" After pausing for a moment, she pointed awkwardly to the living room and then retreated from the bedroom, leaving Callie to sleep or lie awake staring at the ceiling. She sank down onto the couch and sighed heavily before pulling some charts and her laptop from her bag. Fatigue settled over her but she stretched her spine and got to work, finding it relatively easy to ignore her body's need for sleep. She didn't sleep much anymore, or eat for that matter, changes that were not lost on her. All of the blonde's time and energy went to her patients and her little girl. They were all that mattered anymore. They were all she had left.

AN: First and foremost, I would like to point out that all roads lead to Calzona.

That being said, I know it seems that Callie is not being very nice at the moment, but if anyone's broken a bone, then you understand how miserable it is. And also how Callie must feel being dependent on a wife who broke her heart. Still, they both need to address their own issues and I think how they interact with each other is a good place to start.

Please let me know what you think! - E.