A/N: Good day/night whatever it may be. Honestly I didn't want to start another story until I had finished Seeing the Truth, but I couldn't get this out my head and it was affecting writing StT. So I'm putting this out into the land of words, and we will see what comes of it!

Thanks to JCap again as I kind of just threw it at her, and she kindly made sure I wasn't rambling again! Thank you so much for your encouragement.

I'm really not sure how to categorise this, IT'S VERY AU sooo if it's not your thing, it's cool. In my head this will be violent at times but it is a Callie and Arizona story they'll meet, find love and kick some ass along the way.

This is basically trying to build some of the back story, hopefully it will keep you reading but if I have any factual mistakes I apologise, all mistake are mine and do escape sometimes. Thanks for having a look

Dystopia

Chapter 1 The beginning starts like this…or is it the End!

The 6th of November 2012, that was the day. It was the day that had changed the course of everyone's lives as they had known it. With the way the world had been living, everyone knew something had had to change; something had to be done to protect the people's way of life. Crime, poverty, the world's economy, the environment, terrorism...everything had spiralled out of control and it was time for change.

On the 6th of November 2012, Preston Burke stood in front of everyone in the United States of America. In front of the world's media, pride apparent on his features as he became the President of the USA. The majority of people were tired of the Democratic and the Republican parties' continual back and forth promises of better times. Burke had realised quickly that there was a need to shake things up; the people had to believe in their government again, so he formed The Alliance. It had started as a mix of both parties, it had been taken as a noble idea and quickly he had built up support.

It's funny that this whole mess started with just one little sentence:

"I want to show you a world without sin."

That was the promise and people lapped it up. The country where conned into this idealistic picture of how the world should be.

They wanted a Utopia and by the time anyone knew what had happened, they were in too deep and this Dystopia was the result. Really, what was meant by Preston Burke when he stated those words on "that day" was they had wanted to take away the right to come to your own decision. They had wanted to mould you into an image of what they thought society should be...just a mindless zombie!

The Alliance's main problem was that it strived to govern everyone, regardless of whether they desired to belong to the central government or not. They wanted to suppress justice, freedom and happiness.

That was the beginning of this madness, when they came to power. That was the key word "POWER" Eventually it went to their heads. America became a prisoner of its own government. No one should have that much power. Yet when The Alliance had moved through each country, that's exactly what happened. They were like the common cold, everyone caught it. It seemed benign enough until it morphed into a virus that took over control of the world's nervous system.

One year, that was all it took to be in complete control of one of the world's most powerful countries. The charming and confident Preston Burke had everyone eating out the palm of his hand. He moved through each country spinning rainbows and crap...he never had any opposition. The world became a prisoner to a Totalitarian Rule. Everyone had fallen into a false sense of security, and that's when The Alliance showed their ugly head.

Burke's Totalitarian regime operated as a centralized government, a single party without opposition who ruled over political, economic, social and cultural life. They had control over the economy, regulation and restriction of speech, mass surveillance, and controlled everyone by the widespread use of terror. Preston Burke had control of the worlds' armed defences, and the army basically became the long arm of Burke's Law. They were HIS enforcers.

They patrolled the streets as there were curfews. Everyone had to comply. If you didn't fit in the picture of society they wanted you to, you were imprisoned. If you spoke out against the government, you were arrested. If you didn't follow the Faith of The Alliance, you were detained. You were seized for your sexual preference...homosexuality was not tolerated.

Nobody knew what went on in those camps; they had just appeared one day. The official line was that there was a virus and they were working on an antidote. Their excuse for the taken was to contain an outbreak. Most that went in there were never seen again or when they were, it was in a body bag.

The World had become controlled by a government who wanted to wipe out what they thought was wickedness, but in itself had become the thing it had feared and didn't even realise it.

December 2013, that was when The Resistance was born. Rebels, who had had enough and decided to rise against Burke and his followers. They were out to protect the people's rights and the two factions have been at war ever since.

Date: 12th of May 2020 Captain Carlos Torres Log:

It's getting harder out there, nearly seven years of fighting. Supplies are low and I don't know how much more my unit can take! We are staying low for the moment. We've managed to stay undetected but I'm unsure how long that will continue. Hiding in a cave in the middle of nowhere, not one of my most heroic moments, but it would be a death trap if we tried to take on The Alliance without back up. Webber reckons we should make a move for it, but I think the feeling of doing nothing is getting to my second in command; I have to admit though, we are sitting ducks here, and I'm not sure how we can hold out, surrounded by wasteland and the enemy. Back up has to come soon. This war, I can feel the end coming soon. I just know in my heart that this isn't going to be the result we were hoping for. End of log

"Captain, we have radio contact. It's…it's…back up Sir there not coming…Fuck, they're not coming!" the poor boy he was only 19, Carlos saw his heart break in that moment. The Resistance had failed in its attempts to overthrow The Alliance; Carlos knew it was do as you must to survive.

"Webber, I need you to get her out of here please go. Do what you need to but, keep her safe. I've already lost her mother I will not let them take her too!" Carlos pleaded with his friend as he pushed him towards his fourteen year old daughter. "Mija, I love you so much but I need you to go with Richard ok, everything's going to be fine, I'll follow soon." Carlos kissed his daughters forehead as he returned his gaze to the beautiful soulful brown tired eyes. With a nod to Webber he let go of Callie for the last time.

As he sneaked from their hiding place he held the child close to his chest gripping her as tight as could when the sound of shouting and gunfire broke out. He never looked back as he continued to move the best he could with the precious bundle wrapped in his arm. There was an explosion behind him from where they had come. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to keep the tears from falling. Keeping this child safe was his burden now and he would not let his friend down. The two disappeared into the desert in search of safety.

July 2020

The sirens rang out throughout the cities. Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their gaze to the nearest screen. The greying image of the world's leader greeted his audience "We are here today to celebrate Coronel Robbins unit's achievement in bringing down The Resistance's leader, effectively ending 7 years of anarchy." He paused and turned to his men and gave them applause. As he return forward to meet the camera he continued. "We can hopefully move on and rebuild our dream for the world, peace and unity. We have new challenges to face due to the environmental issues but I'm sure we will succeed. We are taking the first new steps to a new reality people, so let's enjoy today and we'll start to rebuild tomorrow. Enjoy the feeling of a new beginning. Curfew has been lifted until eleven tonight so let's celebrate the dawn of a new way of life. Thank you." Burke revelled in the applause from his surrounding men. He turned to face Daniel Robbins and motioned for the middle aged man to join him.

"As a thank you in your help in bringing The Resistance down, you will be getting promoted to Major and there is a nice office job awaiting you. I would like you to be head of my personal defence my friend, your wife and children will be at ease knowing you're no longer in the field."

"It would be an honour sir and I'm sure my wife will be forever your biggest fan." Daniel Robbins smiled and shook the hand in front of him. Daniel Robbins was an American soldier; he did not question his leader, even if he wasn't completely happy with the way things had happened. Though he was prepared to follow, he had felt that because of the all the fighting, Preston Burke had not been able to finish what he had started. So really, he was willing to see what change would come. He had faith in America and would do what he must to protect it.

"Yes well, I hear your son is getting ready to sign up, sixteen correct? Ah, following in his father's very large footsteps. And your daughter, she's twelve isn't she? I would love it if you would accept the offer of allowing her to be taught at our newest private school. Only the best for one of my best" Preston started to lead the newly appointed Major back to the celebrating men. "Come, let's enjoy this momentous occasion and we shall talk some more about it after."

May 2032: We're in the now people!

As she lay there, the only movement came from terrified blue eyes darting between the small balding man in a lab coat and what he had in his hand. The restraint around her head had stopped any movement. She had pleaded with her eyes for him not to do what he was going to do, yet he continued. The needle was so ridiculously long. She felt herself tense up the best she could as she waited for the feeling of it piercing her skin.

It hadn't been a long wait as he commenced slowly injecting the needle right in the middle of her forehead; her agonising screams filled the void. White knuckles gripped at the sheets as she tried in vain to fight against her body restraints. It was a losing battle, the same as the previous attempt and the one before that…and well, she had lost count of the many times they'd run their tests.

She'd been taken as a teenager. Originally told she was starting private school and had all contact with her family cut off. Her Father had just become a Major, and her brother was a soldier for the Alliance while she was a prisoner of the same government for reasons unbeknown to her. Her mind was foggy. She had tried to keep track of how long she'd been there...she had been sure this was the 12th winter, that would make her 24. When she was not locked in the testing chair, she had at least a room with a bed, a toilet and wash hand basin. It had a small window that allowed her to see outside, not that there was anything of interest out there. But it had meant that she was able to keep track of the changing seasons.

Her day mainly consisted of breakfast, then listen to someone preach about The Alliance and how it was changing society. Then there were hours of training, some food, followed by a drug cocktail and then came the tests. She had been given so many drug's in her time there that she wasn't sure what to believe anymore.

Like she wasn't sure if the man in uniform, currently watching her was real or not? He just watched as these monsters continued with their tests. She noticed the pain etched in the tall greying blonds own blue eye. If she wasn't mistaken it almost looked like sympathy. His eyes, they looked familiar, like they belonged to someone she used to know.

"We don't normally get visitors from the Alliance, especially someone so high up in the food chain! So what do we owe the pleasure?" One of the lab doctors asked the tall blond man dressed in full Sergeant's uniform.

"I'll ask the questions. So exactly what are you doing to her?"

"Well it's most exciting. We had originally started the same mind control treatment as everyone else but this girl's results came back with interesting effects! She was upgraded for the weapons programme because well, it turned out she could, kind of…predict what was going to happen. A side effect of the treatment and that should be a very useful asset to have." He went over to check her vitals, happy with them he motioned for the other lab tech to leave. As he continued to talk he made his way back round the glass to join everyone else in the room.

"We were most excited when she didn't turn out like the rest. We reckon it's because we started treatment when she was so young. The results have been fascinating."

"So, I take it she's on so many drugs to keep her compliant at the moment?" The handsome man took a red apple from his pocket and faced the doctor with a smile.

"Yes, well she is very dangerous and we're still in the process of controlling her, but she will be fine when they wear off Sergeant Sloan" the doctor smiled back at the man.

"Good…good." Sloan grinned as he took a bite from his apple; quickly throwing the rest of it to the doctor, he dived to the floor as he spat the bitten piece from his mouth. Shocked, the doctor looked at the apple as it omitted an electric volt, rendering everyone in the room unconscious.

Gathering Arizona quickly, Sloan grabbed hold of the drugged girl, and made his way to the door momentarily apprehensive when the door slid open to reveal what he thought was a security guard.

"Fuck Tim! Way to scare the shit out of me!" Mark scolded

"Yeah, well you were taking your time. I see Teddy's apple worked well. I thought she was insane when see disguised that Taser bomb as an apple." Tim moved away to let Mark see that all the security had been taken out. Both men turned to the military vehicle as it screeched to a stop at in front of them.

"Well let's get this package back to the boss man then! The Major will be pleased, come on dufus!" Mark handed the girl to Tim; she looked up at him groggily with smiling eyes.

"Hey Zona, it's me Tim. Come on we're taking you home, Dad's waiting!"

"I didn't think you would ever come" Arizona spoke almost childlike as she sobbed.

"Well that's cause you're a dummy, bright spark!" Tim smirked as he kissed her temple.

The world had gone to the shitter! The environmental problems had started to take its toll. It was incredibly warm and it very rarely rained, and when it did, it was a storm with destruction in its path. The air was hard and hurt. During the worst days, you needed extra oxygen when you were outside. Due to this, the government had put a two children limit on family's trying to keep the population at an acceptable level.

After the war ended many of The Resistance, who had fought and lost drifted to the edges of civilization, far from Alliance control. Out there, people struggled to get by with the most basic of technologies. If you had money or if the Alliance felt you were a benefit to society you stayed in the Central belt but had to comply completely with The Alliance's rules.

Richard hated himself. He often wondered if Carlos would ever forgive him. He had done what he needed to keep Callie safe all these years...exactly what his friend had asked him. It didn't make it hurt any less though. He had reintegrated back into society and had hid behind the disguise of being a father of The Alliance. It killed him as he'd known how Carlos had felt about it, but he had to make sure she was safe; the daughter of The Resistance's leader would not have been spared.

One of the first things The Alliance had taken from the world was religion. No one had a choice anymore, it was convert or it was the camps. Callie's mother was a very stubborn woman and would not bend. They came during the night for her; Carlos had managed to grab Callie but couldn't save his wife. That was the moment he went into hiding and started to build up The Resistance.

Richard was just pretending but it still hurt him. That he had to kid on to spread the Alliances lies to keep the girl safe. That girl who was fast becoming a handful, she was definitely a Torres. Richard had told her everything about her father's attempts to overthrow The Alliance and it seemed that had just made her more blatant in her attempts to rebel.

Callie Torres was a badass; the beautiful brunette often had people judge her wrongly because of her age and the fact that she was female, much to their own downfall. She had learned very quickly in 26 years that you had to look after what was important to you. She couldn't wait for someone else to make her life better. She had to do it by herself, by any means possible. Out there she knew that a vehicle would bring her work, and a gun would help her keep it.

She had taken a job as a trader for the Alliance. She and her team of close friends had used it to cover their less than legal trading. Basically, they did what they wanted right under the noses of the government. They really didn't care what they delivered/smuggled as long as it paid. It was her way of sticking it to the arseholes in charge.

They had converted an old military vehicle; the massive machine had been built at the height of the war to transfer soldiers across the vast amount of desert. It had living spaces for 10 men, a kitchen space and a large weapons hold. They had kept most of the weapons, obviously hidden but mainly the hold was perfect for their job and they had added lots of hidden areas, just used for smuggling stuff.

Callie had been dubbed Captain by her crew; they knew about her father and had found it fitting. Bailey was her second in command; they had basically grown up as sisters as Richard had taken Miranda in as a child also.

Owen Hunt was a very skilled driver, and had gotten them out of many jams. It was dog eat dog in this life and they were accustomed to getting hijacked every now and again, hence the need for weapons.

Christina Yang was her mechanic. Insanely clever for her age, though her people skills severely lacked but she was one of Callie's most trusted.

Alex Karev was the gun man, the protector of the group if you will. They were very good at looking after themselves but he was a hard head, the strong hand of the group who basically clashed heads with every one of them. He cared for them as though they were family. Just one big, dysfunctional family.

"Hey Hunt we need to move, we've got that pick up at the camp up town. In and out quickly, no questions asked OK!" Callie motioned for Hunt to go.

"Oh hell no. The camp? If I end up with some crazy assed sickness you're the first person I'm licking." Bailey entered the control room, "Callie what are we smuggling this time?"

"Oh it will be fine, Bailey! We're not going in. They're coming to us and all I know is its three people" Callie smiled brightly at the shorter women, hoping she wasn't going to be mothered by her. She was only 2 years older than Callie, but that never stopped her.

"We'll be there in two mins Cal." Hunt shouted from the driver's seat.

"Ok, just right in front of the door, they should be here any minute. Open the door's Karev and get ready to help them in!" Callie ordered.

As they stopped, they could see the two men in Alliance uniform carry a blonde woman out the door. Karev looked to Callie with panic in his eyes, fingers on his guns trigger. Callie quickly put a hand on his shoulder and shook her head. Karev instantly relaxed and gave a hand to the men as they loaded the limp woman in.

Seconds later the doors were closed and they sped away into the dust of the desert.

Timothy smiled and gave Callie an outstretched arm "Callie Torres, Thank you! My name is Timothy Robbins." Callie at hearing the name visibly straightened. "We were told you would help us. Can you take us to these coordinates? We are about to bring your Fathers work back with the help of mine."