Disclaimer: The show Grey's Anatomy is not mine, and neither are the characters, I am not receiving any profit from this work. Everyone in this story belongs to Shondaland. I'm just going to play with the characters for a bit. I'll return them in tact... mostly. T for language and content. Rating may change, eventually.
A/N: this is my first fanfiction ever... I read way too much of the stuff and I think it's time I gave something back. I have no beta so any grammatical, structural or spelling mistakes are mine. I'm also typing on the iPad. Constructive criticism is welcome. I'd like to see if there is any interest in this story. I am a diehard Calzona fan.. So while there may be some crackfic pairings ultimately calzona is endgame.
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Arizona woke up after spending an energetic night with her intern. She had a tall lanky blond wrapped around her. A horrible feeling of guilt sat, like a lead ball in her stomach. Having sex with Leah was comforting at the time, but, in the light of the next morning it felt empty. It just made her miss Callie more. Leah didn't have Callie's smile or laugh. She didn't know Arizona's body the way Callie did. She didn't make Arizona's heart sing. Still... Callie had made her intentions perfectly clear. She had refused couples therapy, declared Arizona dead at the hospital fundraiser and then promptly kicked her out of her apartment. It was blatantly clear that Callie wanted nothing to do with her and was moving on with her life. Arizona was plainly going to have to do that too.
The attention Leah gave her was flattering. Leah worshiped her, that felt good. Leah was also lost, desperately alone and craving for attention. Arizona could give her that attention.
After months of being the hospital, 'cripple' and 'whore' it was so refreshing to have someone see her as something worth seeing. Someone attractive. Someone not, "weighed in the balance and found wanting." When Leah looked at her... she felt like the old her. The hardcore paeds surgeon who had women lining up for her. Not just some 'cripple'.
Arizona felt a familiar sensation... that of self loathing. It had started many years ago when she had lost Tim, and she had buried it in work and one night stands. Now that she had lost a leg, people weren't so interested in her. Hell she could barely look at her leg without wanting to vomit. She hated herself, but in a weird way she also had a lot of respect for herself. She wasn't someone who needed rescuing. She was a good man in a storm. Maybe she should have died on that plane. But... here's the thing... Arizona was ultimately a pragmatist. She wasn't dead... however much she and Callie might wish it, she was alive. It was time to start living again. If that meant a string of one night stands with Leah, and whoever else was interested in her, so be it. At least Leah was there, paying Arizona attention. God knows the only other people who showed any respect for Arizona was April and Alex. She didn't have any urge to sleep with them. Alex was too broody...and..male, so that was an immediate 'no no'; and April was too straight and far too perky. Although it did touch her deeply that they were still her friends. That gave her hope.
Dark, brooding thoughts aside, Arizona gently extricated herself from Leah's body and put a pot of coffee on to brew. It was time for work. She had a shower and got dressed and quietly shut the door behind her. She had tiny humans to save.