Author note: It's an AU, but pretty much canon Calzona up until late season 6 (where I suppose this story would take place). I have some ideas, but at the end of the day I don't know where I'm going with this story. I imagine it will be pretty Arizona heavy except for some flashbacks/dreams. At least for a while. First time fic writer. Oh and I have a horrible habit of switching tenses so apologies in advance. No beta.
There will be some adult content, maybe some smut and some violence.
Chapter 1
Red.
It was everywhere and seemed to stain everything.
So much blood Arizona thought.
Of course being a surgeon she was used to seeing blood. But not like this. She saw blood in the hospital setting all the time. However, here she was in their apartment and there was blood everywhere. She hadn't noticed right when she walked in. She'd been too distracted looking down at the mail in her hand while shouting out that Callie should stop leaving the door unlocked. The next moment she was lying on her back on the floor. She looked to see what she slipped on, and it was a pool of blood. Now she was laying in a pool of blood, and she couldn't move. She couldn't even speak.
How long had she been laying there? And whose blood was she laying in?
Oh God. Callie.
While she hadn't been able to move before, the moment her mind drifted to Callie she jumped up off the floor and started rushing through the apartment following the trail of blood.
"Callie!" She shouted as she followed the blood. It lead her to their bedroom. "Callie!" She shouted again right as she entered the bedroom. Then she was frozen. There on their bed covered in blood was a body facing away from her. Shock was wreaking havoc on her. All reason was leaving her. "Calliope!" She shouted a final time as she turned the body so that she could see the face.
A mixture of horror and relief washed over Arizona. Horror because of who this person was. Horror because this once beautiful face was now covered in bruises and cuts, eyes were open and dull, and the face was now just a difficult to stomach the sight of. Horror because she was starring at this dead body and she herself was covered in blood, their blood. But relief because the person wasn't Callie.
It was Meredith Grey. Arizona should have realized that the person in she and Callie's bed wasn't Callie. She knew Callie's body well. Her curves, and shape, and height, and hair color, but she was in such shock that she truly believed it had been Callie. Arizona was going to be sick. She began to stumble out of the bed towards the bathroom when she heard someone enter the apartment and close the door. Then she heard Callie's scream.
"Arizona!" She heard Callie scream for her. No doubt having the same fears Arizona had had only minutes ago. Arizona was just about to call out for Callie, but she heard movement coming from the bathroom, and the next second she's back on the floor. She couldn't open her eyes because of the hard blow to the head, but she could hear Callie start screaming again. This time she was screaming trying to fight someone off of her and shouting, "Arizona," because she wanted Arizona to save her. Arizona struggled to try and push herself up off the floor, but she was far too disoriented, and when she tried to call out for Callie it came out as a soft whisper. Arizona was back to lying on the floor face first and quickly lost consciousness.
Oh God. Callie. I'm so sorry.
Black.