Owen Hunt had been through a tough day. He was sourcing a new head of Neuro, but nobody had Derek Shephards skills and every possible replacement was a step back for Seattle Grace, and now…well now he had to find a new head of Cardio, having just pushed his best friend Teddy to take up the job of a life tine! He was SO proud of her, so proud…but it was a physical pain to know she was leaving. Almost as bad as the pain he had felt all day walking around the hospital expecting to see Cristina, and knowing that he had to get used to her not being there, not being a part of this hospital…not being…his wife, his world. He sighed as he picked up another urgent file…trying to work and distract himself from the pain that ripped out his heart whenever he thought of her leaving…leaving him.
He took a sip of his coffee and clicked his pen, his eyes skimming over the latest purchase orders for the supplies…shaking his head a fraction as he spotted yet another rise in costs. Without thinking he reached out to switch on his voice mail, half listening to the first few messages…a problem with a maintenance contractor, another with catering…about six messages in came a message from a Dr Sheehan at Boise Memorial…he raised an eyebrow as he heard the time of the message, his staff hadn't arrived as early as expected but the call had been made hours ago and Owen was sure that all was well…the machine clicked through another bunch of routine messages, Owen paying less attention as he studied the new increased figures…then another message…Dr Sheehan again…and Owen felt the hair on the back of his neck start to prickle as he listened
"It's Dr Sheehan at Boise Memorial again, We're getting a little concerned about your people here…they haven't arrived and the airport hasn't heard from them. We've put a call out to see if the weather has caused any problems or delays but not heard about anything significant. Could you call me as soon as you get this message, maybe you have information your side? "
Owen sat up straight in his chair and looked at his answer machine, there were another ten messages ..he reached out and clicked forward…his blood freezing as he got to the 3rd one in…
"Dr Hunt? Dr Sheehan again. We are now very concerned here. We've been in touch with the flight service, your people took off on time, and really should have been here hours ago…there's no record of them returning to Seattle…please…can you call me…maybe you have heard that they have been diverted somewhere. Please Dr Hunt…call me as soon as you can…we are very worried."
"Oh God….Cristina!" Owen whispered as stared at the phone…"Cristina!" He snatched up the receiver and connected to his switchboard. "Get me Boise Memorial, and put a page out for Dr Webber…NOW!"
Cristina Yang looked over at Meredith. "C'mon Mer…you gotta stay awake" she whispered, "you gotta…stay awake!" But it was no use, her friend was asleep…Merediths husband Derek lying next to her, was also asleep, though he was mumbling and Cristina wasn't sure if has sleeping or drifting into unconsciousness…probably not a bad thing Cristina thought as she glanced at his wounded hand…he must be in agony! Talking of agony…Cristina glanced over towards Arizona Robbins and sighed to herself. She had only managed to look briefly at the damage to Arizonas leg, Robbins had insisted that Cristina check Jerry the pilot before going back to help Meredith with Derek…by the time Crisitna had helped, then treated Mark and dragged him back to the plane, it had been too dark to really look at Arizonas injuries…but the quick look she had managed, was enough! And she had heard Robbins coughing…spotted the small smears of blood around her mouth…Robbins was in trouble…though initially, when the crash had happened, Cristina had been annoyed by Arizonas constant screaming…she had to admit that if she had the injuries her friend had suffered she would have been screaming to…probably still would be…she certainly wouldn't be as calm and quiet as Robbins was being right now. Yang frowned…she shouldn't be as quiet…"Arizona?" she called softly
"Yeah?" came the whispered reply
"You okay?"
Arizona laughed to herself, am I okay she thought as she glanced at her shattered leg and felt her vision blurring as she moved her head. Am I okay? Hell no! She coughed slightly, her mouth tasting the iron tang of blood as it spilled out, her hand wiping it away and onto her jacket. It was getting harder to breath, she had never felt so tired, her head hurt…her back hurt…her shoulder hurt…oddly, her leg…didn't!
"Arizona!" she heard Cristina call again. "Answer me…are you okay?"
"Define okay?" Arizona chuckled slightly, grimacing at both the pain and the fresh wash of blood. "Yeah Cristina it's fine, I'll be fine…just keep an eye on Meredith and Derek …and I'll monitor Mark"
At the mention of his name Mark Sloan stirred and opened his eyes for the first time since Cristina had rested his head against Arizonas right leg…"you can share body heat!" Yang had told her before going into the cockpit to wrap several layers around Jerry. Now she looked down and softly stroked Marks hair back as she whispered. "How ya doin' Sloan?"
"Oh ya know" he grinned weakly, "had better days…you?"
Arizona smiled back and nodded. "Yeah, think I can chalk this up as a bad day"
Mark swallowed as he took a shuddery breath. "Thought you didn't do bad days Robbins" he tried to grin again
"First time for everything!"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah"
This time his grin widened as he whispered "I could be your first time Robbins"
She frowned as she looked down at him, he wasn't making sense. "What? Mark?"
"With a man" he whispered. "I could…be…your first"
She laughed, instantly regretting it, but shook her head softly as she whispered back, "Who says you would be my first Mark Sloan?!"
His eyes which had drifted closed, instantly snapped open. "Robbins? You dark horse!"
"Sloan…you pervert"! she chuckled wincing again at the stab of pain. "Besides, I love Callie…why would I wanna sleep with anyone else…even you McSteamy!"
"Sofia" he whispered, his breath hitching slightly as he tried to focus. "Sofia…needs a brother or sister. You won't lemme sleep with Torres again…so maybe me and you should bump nasties and make a baby…whadda ya say?" he grinned and Arizona couldn't tell if he was joking or not.
"Whadda I say? I say…that you focus on staying alive…and you make sure we both get home together…then we will ask Callie what SHE has to say on the matter aye?"
"She'll take my side" Mark grinned, "she'll know how bad I feel because I have lost Lexie…so she'll let me sleep with her wife to cheer me up …and make a baby…win win situation Robbins!"
"Yeah? If you say so Sloan…but tell you what…you plan that conversation with Callie…you plan it, rehearse it…and when we get home…IF it's good enough…maybe I'll think about arguing your side with Callie!"
Again Marks eyes flew open. "Yeah?"
Arizona nodded. "So you see Mark…you can't die…cos I gotta tell ya…you think Callie is good in bed? Well…I'm better!"
Marks grin widened…but as his breathing became slightly more stable, he drifted off to sleep. Arizona reached down and pulled the jacket snuggly around his shoulders, then lent back in the seat Yang had helped her into earlier. She had seen the way Yang had looked at her, knew the sharp Dr had realised Arizona was bleeding inside…best to be propped up, stop her from drowning if the blood flooded her lungs. She looked down at Mark and sighed again, poor Callie, if she could see the pair of them now…her best friend and her wife… it would break her heart. Oh…Callie…and as the image of her wife filled her mind Arizona Robbins gave in to the deep fatigue dragging her down…unaware that Cristina Yang had moved to sit next to her two friends that needed her the most.
Callie grumbled as the distant ringing of the phone gradually woke her, frowning slightly as she heard the answer machine kick in, but the caller hung up. She yawned and stretched before glancing at the clock, and the empty bed next to her. "Oh crap!" she muttered as she reached out to pick up the phone as it started to ring again. "Arizona? That you?" she asked hopefully
"Callie, it's Owen"
Her blood froze. She could hear it in his voice, sensed immediately that bad news was coming her way. "What's wrong" she managed to ask as she felt the air leaving her lungs as she started to panic
He sighed before telling her "Baileys on her way to get you, she should be there, I've been ringing you for the last thirty minutes!"
Callie glanced at the half empty bottle. "I err…had been waiting up for Arizona to get home, I may have had a drink…or two while I waited…Owen…tell me….what's happened…where's Arizona?"
She swallowed as she heard Owen taking a deep breath, before spinning her world out of control with four brief words. "The plane is missing"