You Take Me the Way I Am

This is a series of oneshots based on the song The Way I Am by Ingrid Michaelson. They aren't connected to each other, just some stories that popped into my head while listening to the song. Some are funny, some are serious. Please read and review!

Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me. All credit goes to Shonda Rhimes.

If you were falling, then I would catch you.

(Arizona POV)

"Why did I agree to this? So stupid! What if I fall? Oh God, what if I fall? I..I could hurt myself. Like seriously hurt myself. And then I won't be able to fix myself, cause I'm not God, and I'm gonna have to deal with someone in ortho that isn't me. And then I won't be able to operate, and I…I'm…my career will be over…."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down. Okay, first of all, really? Overreact much? And second, if you fall I will catch you. Simple as that, I promise." She looks like she's fixing to cry or hyperventilate, so I give her my most reassuring smile.

"No, Arizona, you can't promise that. What if you're too far away to catch me?" She asks with genuine fear.

"Calliope, look at me. Do you really think I'm going to let you put these on and then just send you on your way? No. We agreed that I would teach you. That means I'm not going to leave your side until you say so, okay?" She nods, and I lean down to place a short but sweet kiss on her lips.

(Callie POV)

I can't believe I agreed to this, and worse than that, I can't believe I'm actually scared! These Heely's are actually creating fear in me. A grown ass woman! Heely's, what a stupid concept. These stupid shoes could probably single handedly give me job security.

I stop my inner monologue when I see Arizona stand up. She offers me her hands, and I shakily take them and make myself stand up. As she starts to explain how to safely use the Heely's, I find myself thinking about why I'm doing this in the first place.

About a week ago, we got into a discussion after she mentioned she loves to ride horses, something I never knew. We decided that we were going to show each other the things that we love. I, being the gentlewoman that I am, decided to let her go first. And look where that got me: on these death trap shoes trying not to ruin my career. She is so going to get it when it's my turn to choose.

That thought puts a smirk on my face, a smirk that is quickly gone when I realize Arizona is staring at me, looking quite unamused.

"Are you even paying attention to me, Calliope?" Oh crap, busted.

"Um, sorry. I was just thinking…" I reply.

"Thinking about what, exactly?" She asks, and I can tell she's a little frustrated with the fact that she's trying to teach me and I'm not even paying attention to her.

That question puts the smirk back on my face. I lean down close to her ear and whisper "Payback's a bitch, Arizona."

(Arizona POV)

Oh, shit.

I hadn't even thought of the fact that now Calliope would have a chance to get even with me. All I thought about was how funny and cute it would be to see badass Dr. Torres on Heely's.

I clear my throat and respond with a smirk and a wink, "Well, Calliope, you have to live through this experience first."

She glares, even though I can tell she's enjoying the banter.

I start to teach her the basics, and to her credit she's doing well. She's starting to relax, and after about an hour of going back and forth between our bedroom and Sofia's, she's pretty much got the hang of it.

"You're doing great, Calliope. Are you having fun?"

"No. These shoes are stupid." She responds, even though we both know she is lying.

"Hmmm…okay. Are you ready to try it by yourself?" I ask and she pushes me towards the couch. Okay, apparently she is. I watch her as she makes the rounds a couple of times by herself, and then she turns toward me and pushes off.

I start to sit as I wait for her to slow down, but she doesn't. She's not going to stop. Oh crap. I quickly stand back up and throw my arms around her as she crashes into me, sending both of us tumbling onto the couch.

We land with me on the bottom, and her basically straddling me. I start to chuckle, and she must think I'm laughing at her because she looks down, glaring at me.

I lean in and whisper "I told you I would catch you" before capturing her lips.