Hi there Fanfiction readers…So I am trying out a new plot that I don't think I have seen yet for the Calzona fandom. I don't know if you all will like it but I would very much appreciate the feedback.
Rated M for future scenes…and I guess language.
Here's a short introduction to test out the plot. So here we go.
Mile High Club
"Thank you for flying American Airlines and we hope to see you on your next flight" Arizona spoke into the overhead system in the flight before hitting the seat belt sign to allow the passengers off of the plane. They had finally landed back in the San Francisco International Airport after a long 11-hour flight from London. Arizona loved her job but today everything seemed to be going wrong from the coffee that spilled on her as she was serving dinner to the passengers to the three crying children who seemed to cry during the whole duration of the flight. She just wanted to get home, take a long bath and rejoice in the fact that she had a whole 48 hours before having to set foot in another airplane. She forced a smile to her face as the passengers started making their way out of the plane occasionally saying goodbye to some of the passengers and handing a small candy to the children. Once the last passenger had finally made his way out of the plane with his oversized carry on and sleepy expression Arizona turned to her best friend, and fellow stewardess Teddy and asked
"So what are your plans for the next two days?" Teddy pondered on a response and then said
"I think I'm going to go home and immerse myself in the silence" she said with a slight chuckle. "That baby in 26b cried the whole 11 hours. Isn't that considered child neglect somewhere?" Arizona nodded in agreement.
She had no idea where that child got enough energy to cry the whole flight but she wished that she could harvest it and use the energy during her long flights.
"Same here. I was two seconds from jumping out the emergency exit" That got a small laugh from both of the women as they exited the plane.
Arizona pulled up to her house that was rarely occupied. In fact she didn't consider it as much as a home as she did consider it a place she owned and resided in when she wasn't in the sky. The cold house was unwelcoming and the urge to spend her free time there quickly vanished. Instead she went into her room and changed into her street clothing. It felt weird to wear clothing that wasn't the itchy dress that she had grown accustomed to wearing on an almost daily basis. Arizona had very few relationship ties on land, besides her parents. Therefore, she spent much of her time consumed by her job. This caused her to not have a relationship that lasted much more than three months. They just could not handle her work and the fact that Arizona would always choose her job over love.
After changing into a more comfortable pair of jeans and a baby blue top Arizona, picked up her purse and headed out.
Callie was nervous. In two days she no longer would be a co-pilot, but if not Captain Callie Torres. She had received the news a month ago but it hadn't settled in until two days ago when she received a call from American Airlines letting her know that she would be flying her first official flight in what now was 48 hours to London. Callie was ecstatic. It had always been her dream to fly with American Airlines ever since she was a little girl flying to different locations around the world with her family, and when she received the call she once again felt like that little girl looking out the plane window excited for a new adventure.
At the age of 29 Callie had not only become one of the youngest commercial airline Captains in the world, but also on top of it all she was a female a minority group in her line of work. Callie knew that this would provide challenges in her work but she had worked so hard to get where she was now that she would not permit anything to get in her way anymore. She had almost thrown it all away when she had been in a long term relationship with her ex-girlfriend Erica who didn't like that Callie was almost never home in San Francisco. Erica gave her two choices; leave work or leave her. Callie had actually pondered it for a long time before realizing how stupid it would be for her to throw away her 10 years of hard work over a woman she wasn't very sure that she actually loved.
Callie did know one thing for sure though: she loved her job. The feeling of power that she felt being able to control a plane could not compare to anything else in the world. And the distinct smell of coffee and airplane food that would occasionally spread into the cockpit would provide a slight homey feeling to Callie that she could not explain. Whenever she put on her piloting outfit and pinned on the distinct American Airlines pin to her suit she felt overcome with pride for what she had accomplished and how much she still had to accomplish.
Callie decided that it was time to treat herself for her victory. She hadn't gone out for a drink pretty much in a year or since her and Erica had parted ways. Callie knew that she would not be able to drink tomorrow since if she was caught with even .01 above the blood alcohol level her career as a pilot would quickly vanish. But the night was still young and Callie deserved a drink…or two.
She looked at herself in the mirror.
"I look like a train wreck," She said to her reflection. Her hair was sticking out in all directions since she had not bothered to get out her pajamas today, let alone brushing her hair. After a quick shower Callie decided to wear a red blouse and a nice pair of dark blue jeans that made her ass look good if she was allowed to say so herself.
"That's as good as it's going to get" she sighed as once again checking over her reflection and running her hands once more through her silky black hair.
Callie climbed into her T-Bird, her second prized possession besides her piloting license, and headed out into the city. She wasn't exactly sure where she was headed but she knew that she wanted to have one last night of fun before business began the day after tomorrow. She had heard that a new lesbian bar had opened up recently called Lez. Feeling spontaneous Callie decided to go and try something new. Parking a couple of blocks away, since finding a parking spot in San Francisco is like finding a needle in a haystack, she slowly made her way through the chilly breeze of the city night before showing up at the entrance of the bar.
Arizona had been walking around town trying to figure out what to do. This was her problem. Having spent around six days a week in the air Arizona's social skills were very limited. She didn't really know what there was to do these days and she really did not want to bother Teddy on her days off. She kept on wandering around until she showed up in front of a place that seemed promising. The sign outside said Lez. Why not she said as she pulled open the doors.
The bar was loud and music was blasting through the speakers with the latest music. Arizona quickly spotted the bar and started making her way towards it already tasting the mojito that was awaiting her at the bar. Trying to make her way through the dance floor was much more difficult than it seemed as the couples were grinding down on each other and hands were starting to disappear with some couples.
Arizona finally found an empty seat at the bar and called over the bartender.
"One mojito" she said. The bartender nodded before rushing over to the other end of the table to take in the other orders of the other people of the bar. Arizona took the time she waited for her drink to examine the new location. There were purple walls and curtains covering the bar. In her opinion it was over the top, and way too much going on but who was she to judge. She heard someone take a seat next to her.
"Your first time here too?" The mysterious woman said that had just sat next to her. The woman was beautiful. She had olive toned skin, Perfect black hair that flowed off of her shoulders, and the most charming smile she had ever seen.
"How did you know?" Arizona said taking a small sip out of her mojito that had just arrived.
"You are judging the large usage of the color purple as I did the second I walked in here" She said with a small chuckle. "It's like we walked into a plum."
Arizona smiled and laughed along with the mysterious and beautiful woman.
This stunning woman in front of her took Callie aback. She had these piercing blue eyes, beautiful blonde locks of hair and a beautiful smile that seemed completely and utterly genuine.
"I'm Callie" She said smiling to the beautiful blonde.
"Arizona" The blonde replied.
So it's a slow start but bear with me. It will progress really quickly; I'm just getting the hang of fanfiction. So let me know what you think.
