Disclaimer: Shonda Rhimes/ABC own the characters and settings. I merely own the storyline. (Aside from the car accident portion, and obvious others.)

A/N 1: I have NO medical knowledge everything is from what I've heard on GA and from google. I try not to have too much medical talk anyways but in the even I do, I apologize if anything is incorrect.

A/N 2: Kinda popping my fanfiction virginity here…So here goes nothing.

Summary: 7x18 Cannon at first. What if after the accident, when Callie woke up she had amnesia? Thinking it was several years earlier, before Erica left her, before Izzie got cancer, before George died, before the merger, before she got pregnant with Marks baby, before she met Arizona…

Beeping. Consistent, annoying, high pitched beeping. That was the first thing that caught Callie Torres' attention. The second was the fact that she was in a room with lights that were far too bright, the second was the fact that she was laying on a bed connected to tubes and wires, the third being the fact that she felt like she had been hit by a truck. Once her eyes finally started to adjust she looked around, her eyes stopping on a blonde head leaning on her bed just out of reach. She tried to lift her arms but they felt like led so tried to speak but her throat was dry and burned with the effort. After several minutes of trying she felt her eyes starting to tear and she was quickly becoming exhausted from her efforts.

Marry Me. It wasn't the most romantic gesture. Popping the question in an attempt to resolve an argument that once again centered on Mark Sloane, but that didn't mean that she meant the proposal any less. In fact once she thought it over it seemed like a wonderful idea, however the shocked expression on Callie's face did little to tamper Arizona's growing nerves as she continued to stare at her pregnant girlfriend. Searching Callie's face Arizona waited anxiously for a response of any kind and just as she was about to open her mouth to say…something, Callie faced forward and gasped, the next thing Arizona knew she jerked awake and almost fell off the chair she was sleeping on. It has been like that every time she closed her eyes, ever since the accident all she could see behind her eye lids was the shocked expression right before the crash, the one that almost took away her family. Sitting up she stretched her back, sitting in this chair for so long has made her stiff but she wasn't about to leave Callie's side, not for anything. Once she was situated more comfortably she looked up at her girlfriend and gasped.

"Ca-Callie!" Arizona scooted her chair closer and closed her eyes then quickly reopened them hoping that she wasn't just dreaming, that the fact that her girlfriends' eyes were open wasn't some hallucination from not getting enough sleep or food…when was the last time she ate? But when she opened them again Callie was in fact awake. Opening and closing her mouth looking quite like a fish.

"What...what is it Callie?" Arizona stood and inched as close as possible to Callie. Callie recoiled at the touch, or at least she would have if she had any control over her body, she couldn't move, she couldn't speak, and for the life of her she couldn't remember who this woman was. She looked vaguely familiar, and she was wearing scrubs so maybe she worked at the hospital with her, maybe she was Callie's doctor? But the way she looked at Callie, the way she touched her was far too intimate for a simple doctor to patient relationship right? What was going on?!

"Torres!" Callie's eyes snapped to the man standing by the door near the foot of her bed and she could feel a smile gracing the tips of her lips. Mark. He should be able to provide some answers about what happened to her. She opened her mouth to speak again but still nothing came out but a hoarse grunt, she flinched at the sounds coming from her own mouth.

"Here try this" Mark shoveled a small spoon filled with ice chips into Callies' mouth. The ice was cold but soothing on her raw throat and she began to immediately feel better. After several spoon fulls Callie licked her lips and tested her voice again. "Ma-Mark" After realizing that she could in fact talk coherently now, she tried for a full thought. "What happened to me?" she looked from her best friend to the strange woman who had tears in her eyes, who could definitely not be just her doctor, as they continued to stare at her. "Hello?" She asked as they continued to stare at her.

"You don't remember the accident?" Arizona asked as she sat back down in her chair. Callie just stared blankly at her, almost as if she was looking through her rather than at her. "There was a car accident." At this Callie's eyes widened, but Arizona quickly grabbed her hand. "It's okay, you're okay, just a little banged up, and-"before she could continue Callie pulled away from her grasp.

"Is it true..? I was in a car accident? Why can't I remember, what's going on? The last thing I remember…well the last thing I remember was…uh..." Callie's voice trailed off unsure if she should finish her sentence as her eyes bounced to the blonde sitting next to her with tears streaming down her face, for some unknown reason she felt the need to comfort her, she wanted desperately to take the blonde in her arms and rub her back soothingly. Whoa where did that come from? Shaking those thoughts away, she couldn't focus on that right now, she had more pressing matters.

"What is it Callie? What is the last thing you remember?" Mark asked as he inched closer and put a reassuring had on his best friends leg, careful not to hurt her.

"Well…I was with someone…" Callie trailed off nervously, as her eyes darted between Mark and this mystery woman. Unsure if she should tell them exactly what she remembered last, because the last thing in her mind, the thing that she remembers so clearly was hot. Like sweat dripping down your spine, increased heart rate, heavy breathing, and tingling pleasure shooting through your body type of hot. The last thing she remembers is being in bed with a certain blue eyed blonde, but not the one currently in the room with her. No, what she so clearly remembers is making love to Erica Hahn her girlfriend…or whatever they were.

"With someone as in what…?" Arizona asked quizzically, the last person Callie was with was her, and that she knew for a fact. Since it was in fact Arizona driving when they got into a car accident. She raised an eye brow when Mark started laughing and she turned around to look at him questioningly.

"Torres, the last thing you remember is having sex?" Mark winked at Callie who suddenly turned a bright shade of red as her eyes travelled between him and Arizona who slouched more in her chair and also had a shade of pink spread throughout her cheeks. "So let's hear it." He asked as he sat on the edge of her bed.

"Mark!" Arizona narrowed her eyes as she looked at him then quickly looked back to Callie to see she was still blushing and avoiding eye contact.

"Oh please Robbins, like she doesn't tell me all about it anyways." Marked turned back to Callie and winked at her. "So…?" He prodded her when she still wouldn't speak.

Callie looked between the two thoroughly confused. Robbins, that sounded familiar but still she just couldn't place it. Was she Mark's new flavor of the month? Wouldn't Callie know about the new girl in her best friends' life? She furrowed her brow and she tried to think about how she knew this woman who so clearly knew her.

"Torres you okay?" Mark looked at her with concern and rubbed his hand up and down her leg soothingly.

"I-I'm just confused. I can't remember much, in fact all I can remember is being with…her." She trained her eyes on Mark hoping he would get the mental message she was so desperately trying to send to him. Apparently it was not working as he just stared at her waiting for more. She didn't miss the subtle look exchanged between Mark and the other woman. She didn't want to give more away, especially not in front of this stranger and especially since Erica was not too happy with letting other people know about them, whatever they were. She cleared her throat in an attempt to get the attention back onto her and she waited for them to look at her before she spoke again. "Where is Erica?" The almost inaudible gasp from the woman and the wide eyes from Mark told her that something was wrong, something was very wrong. She couldn't help but think the worst, had Erica been in the car during the accident? Did she not make it? The next thing Callie knew there was beeping again and it was growing louder. Beeping. Consistent, annoying, high pitched beeping. That was the last thing that Callie Torres heard before her vision blurred and her world went black.

A/N 3: So what'd you think?