Summary-Calzona AU: Callie Torres had it all, popularity, captain of the cheerleading squad, dating the starting Quarterback of the Seattle Grace Mercy West High School football team, a straight A student, and with the love and support of her family she is on her way to a full ride scholarship to medical school at Johns Hopkins. What happens when tragedy hits? Will a blonde haired blued-eyed fire cracker be able to lead her back on track or will she be forced to give it all up?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters off of Greys Anatomy, if I did Callie and Arizona would still be together.
Chapter 1
Finishing off my third round off with a twist in the air, landing on my feet, my hands above my head in a tight fist. Beyoncé's "Run the World" slowly coming to an ending. The smile on my face multiplies as the oxygen starts to pervade my body. The crowd grows wild as I get swept up by my boyfriend who pulls me into a ginormous hug.
"I can feel it; you and I are going to have it all." Putting me down on the ground he lifts me my chin so that I am staring into his ocean blue eyes as he examines how the rest of our lives are going to be. "We're going to get those scholarships, graduate, get our degree, get married, and start our lives." He presses his lips against mine and then proclaims his love for me. "I love you, Callie Torres." My eyes linger to the side lanes where my father is shooting daggers at Mark. 'Yeah, my parents aren't the biggest fans of him, they think that he is a man whore even though he has nothing but loyal through out our whole relationship even during our break ups.' Anyway… back to Mark telling me he loves me. He releases his hold on me and clears his throat. Not that I didn't think his speech was romantic, but because of all the excessive yelling and shouting that everyone is doing creates Mark to shout out louder. My blonde-haired-blue-eyed 6ft tall boyfriend just won another Seattle Grace Mercy West High football game and with my squad winning our last competition we are on our way too Nationals. Mark Sloan and I have been on again off again together for 3 years. We met at a party my best friend Addison was hosting and since then we have effortlessly have made our relationship work. Mark is the starting Quarterback of the football team and as promised if he took his team all the way he would get a full ride scholarship to the most prestigious College.
I am standing in the middle of a football field, people all around me, jumping, screaming, and cheers of joy fill the field of celebration. "Ca-Callie!" is what I hear. A child is calling me but where is the faint voice coming from? The familiarity is what draws me from the crowd. I look up and come up with nothing. Putting the screaming child who is calling my name into the back of my head, I move forward and join in on the celebration. "Caaaallie, co-come here!" Again, I hear the panic of the child and her wailing is getting louder. I fight to maneuver my way through the multitude of people, just as I am about to get closer to the terrified shriek, I feel pain. My head is throbbing, the field that I am standing on dissipates and I am in my room.
"Callie, where are you?" My sister screams at me, crying for me to save her from the night terrors.
My life has always been amazing. I live in a 3-story 7-bedrooms 5-bathrooms 7,870sqft luxurious brown house with a two-car garage, also known as The Torres Mansion. My father Carlos Torres son of Benito and Valeria Torres carried on his family business and became owner of "The Valeria" hotels, named after my late Abuela. My mother Lucia Torres-Moreno daughter of Fernando and Ana Moreno followed in her mother's footsteps and became Chief of Orthopedic Surgery. Now… you ask me a father and mother this triumphant in their career you must've been raised by nannies or maybe your grandparents. You would be wrong with that affirmation. My parents although very busy always made time for me. After I was born my mom was told that she could never carry again, so for 14 years I was the only child until that miracle day when my mom started vomiting every morning. The flu had been going around throughout the hospital, so she had mistaken it for the flu. I mean she couldn't get pregnant, so wouldn't you? Well, after a week of it going on every morning she decided to go see her Physician and my friends on July 16th, 2015 Aubriana Josephine Torres was born and let me tell you ever since that blessed day she has been my saving grace.
Although our parents tried to be there for us as much as they could be, because let's face it a business man and a surgeon there just isn't enough time in a 24-hour span to be there for your every need. So, when I had a bad day at school or was fighting with Mark (which was often) my brown-eyed baby sister was my go to. Her super magical smile always made my worries, sadness, and frustration melt away. Because my parents loved us so much they made sure that someone was home during the day and also at night. My father being the business man would work during the day and because he owned the hotels a lot of his time was spent in his office at home. Number one rule about Papi's office is that if his door was shut you did not dare go in. My mother being the chief of her department would usually get to pick her schedule but because she was the chief and basically the only one available for her department she got called in on various shifts. Upon taken the position she did however requested to have the weekends off she could spend time with Aubriana and I. Papi would use the weekends to fly around the world to make sure that The Valeria was running properly and there wasn't any funny business going on.
I loved my time spent with my parents even though I didn't get to see much of my mom I always cherished the weekends with her and my dad… let's just say Aubri and I were both daddy's girls and leave it at that. You're probably wondering why if I had my dad around all the time did I take comfort in my sister? Well… I will tell you, as my teenage years expanded, and my hormones became out of whack and even though I was a daddy's girl my problems were very hard for my father to help me. The one and only time that he tried helping he made a remark about Mark and I took it as him hating Mark and that set me off even more. Needless-to-say, he does not try and help me anymore. This is why I confide in my sister.
Funny thing is the majority of teenagers spend their whole teen years mad at their parents because they are wrong, and the teenagers are right, but what happens when you have what you thought was wrong?
Finding, that I am in fact not in the comfort of my bed, but on the cold hard wooden floors, I attempt to extract myself up, but the prolonging of my dizziness is making it nearly impossible. Taking a few minutes just to give myself time to rest, I try it again. Finally, able to stand up, I look at my watch and find that it's a little after 3:00 in the morning. If I can get her back to bed I can possibly get maybe another hour or so of sleep. I proceed to go to my baby sisters room. The last 3 months Aubriana has been waking up multiple times throughout the night. My heart breaks when I see her, she is sitting in her bed with her favorite stuffed animal that our father had won. Ever since the incident the stuffed toy has been stuck to her like glue wherever she goes it goes with her. Admittedly the once fluffy elephant looks more like a mixture of elephant and a mouse the way it's been pulled and prodded at. "Hey baby girl, what's the matter?" I pick her up and put her in my lap so that she can feel some kind of comfort.
"I-I ha-had bad dreeeeammmm." She wails. Her eyes are puffy with tears and sleep, she is sweating everywhere. This tells me that she will probably be up for the rest of the morning. For the next 5 to 10 minutes I hold her and reassure her that she will be ok and that I won't ever let anything happen to her. When she finally calms down, her and I make our way into the bathroom. Starting the bath and making sure that the water is the right temperature, I undress Aubri and put her in the tub. As I start to wash her body, her beautiful brown eyes look up at me and she asks? "Callie, when my bad dreams go away?" That right there I wish that I could save her from those dreams. I wish I could make them go away.
As I rinse her little body so that she is relived of all the soap, I take her hand in mine and reply, "Sweetie, I know this is hard on you. I'm trying my hardest to help you through this. What do you say that you and I go and see a doctor to help us through all of our problems?"
With her tiny fingers picking at whatever she can find to pick, tears start to well up in her eyes again. "Noooo… I-I ddonnnnn't want the dotttter, I not sick." Her cries start to get increasingly intense she starts to choke and gag.
"Hey hey hey… Aubri look at me… look at me. This isn't a doctor for sick kids. This doctor is a Psychologist we are going to talk to this doctor and that's it. They are trained in helping with problems like ours. You and I need help and we will both do it together ok?" Sniffing and shaking her head up and down telling me that she understands. I finish her bath and proceed to get her dressed letting her pick out her own outfit. By the time she is all finished with breakfast and I have her laying back down on my bed watching Sofia the first, I hop in the shower and get myself ready for the day. Today is one of my long days not only do I have a full day of school, but I also have a full night of work. I dropped cheerleading, dropped a couple other extra curriculars that I was in and still there is just not enough hours in a day. My days start at 4am getting both Aubriana and I up and ready for the day. I take her to daycare, make it just in time for school, go about my school day, I pick Aubri up from daycare spend a little time with her and because I work at a hospital she spends time at Greys Sloan Memorial hospital daycare. Usually a little after 11pm is when I am picking her up and we go home.
On our way to daycare this morning Aubri and I are rocking out to a Disney CD that is her absolute favorite. When she is in a bad mood or sad I can always count on this CD to cheer her up. As soon as we pull into Over the Rainbow daycare I can hear the smallest of whimpers coming out of her mouth. We go through this every day and everyday it makes me feel horrible. Getting out of the car and walking to the back where Aubri resides I pull her out and hold her for a few minutes hoping and praying that today will be the day that she won't throw a complete and total fit. "Hey pumpkin, you know I love you with all my heart, right?" The little girl that looks almost identical to me shakes her head up and down. "I promise that as soon as I am done with school I will come and pick you up and maybe we can go to the park before I have to go to work, how does that sound?" I must have said that right thing because I get a big hug from her and a full on super magic smile. "Alright, lets go see Ms. Nelson and Mrs. Jurgens." After the incidents I knew that I had to go to school and because I was now broke, I had to find a job, and then had to find a daycare. Finding the right daycare takes time and time I really didn't have the time. Richard Webber Chief of Surgery had paid me a visit and told me that If I needed anything to call him. Normally I wouldn't go that far because me Calliope Iphigenia Torres don't ask for handouts, but what choice did I really have? I was all alone left with an almost 3-year-old. I called him the next day and asked him if he had any positions available and asked about advice on child care.
After getting her settled and promising her that I would return I head off to school. Hopefully these next 7 hours can go fast and more importantly I hope I don't get any calls from the daycare telling me that I need to pick up Aubri.
I always thought of myself as an independent person. From the time I learned how to walk my determination for independency grew tenfold. When at the walking stage I made it clear that being picked up and held was not an option. From there whatever it might be, I wanted to do it all by myself. Dad always used to tell me that he had to catch me, my independence made him agonize so much that he felt he had to always be there to catch me. That is… until now. Morning, noon, and night Aubriana Josephine Torres is my top priority and it scares the crap out of me. I am currently on hold with NW Family Psychology making that appointment I promised my sister not but 3 hours ago. The current time is 7:45am, class starts in 20 minutes, and the what should be a 10-minute drive from the daycare to the school is going to end up making me late again due to traffic. "Thank you for calling North West Family Psychology where we serve to better your lives, this is Julie, thank you for holding, how may I help you?" The perky (yet clearly powerful women that can vocalize all of that without taking a breath) receptionist asks.
"Um… yeah, my name is Ca-I mean Lucia Torres." I correct myself. god… I hope she didn't catch that. "I would like to make an appointment for my girls." My heart is pounding, and I feel like there is a lump the size of a basketball inside my stomach, but I keep up the façade for my sister.
The rapid beat against the keys can be heard on the receiving end of the line. "Of course, I can schedule them. Can you please state the names, birthdates, a number that I can best reach you at, and then we will also need an insurance card at the time of arrival." The knot in my stomach only intensifying as I spout out the information. Julie tells me that she has a 4pm spot available Thursday and with only a small hesitation I confirm that they will be there.
AN: Sorry all for the long wait. I was diagnosed with Lupus and Rheumatoid Arthritis and it has been kicking my butt. I am planning on each chapter being out to you once a month until my dr can get my illness maintained.
I want to make this story amazing and with the help of you guys I hope I can. Please if you have any ideas that you want to throw my way let me know and I will try and put it in my story some how. The first part of the chapter is the same, but I have changed things up.
Please let me know what you think. And my mind isn't working the best right now because of the meds so if there is anybody who is willing to help please pm me on here or tumblr at myhappyendings32 that would be great. Also if you want to see what Callie's house looks like follow me on Twitter at LifeAltercations.
Thank you for being patient and can't wait to here from you.