So.. this is probably pretty stupid to do because I am also working on another fic but I just couldn't help myself. I am totally into Calzona at the moment and I really, really wanted to write some fanfic about it. This is my first time writing about Calzona and also my first time AU so please don't be too hard on me.

I can't promise to update very fast but I will try to.

Please let me know what you think and i'm sorry if it sucks very much XD

Complete summary:

AU. Both Callie and Arizona are doctors working in a war zone. They start to know each other and their friendships grows. Together they count the days on which they will be able to get back but they start to realize that maybe there is more to this friendship. But is this really the right time for a relationship? Both struggle with their feelings and rational thoughts. Then, something terrible happens. Can one save the other on time? Or will it be too late? And what if they do make it out alive? What does that mean for them?

Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's anatomy. Because if I did I would never have cut off Arizona's leg. Or let Mark and Lexie die. All rights belong to shonda and abc.

Callie's POV

It was hot. It was very hot. But then again, it was always hot. But there were days when it felt even worse and Callie Torres thought she couldn't handle it anymore. She had been here for over one year now and she couldn't take it anymore. But she can't go back. Not yet. There are still a couple of months to go.

She had been sitting against a tree for the last fifteen minutes now. It was her break and instead of getting water and eating something she was sitting against a tree, crying. She wanted to go back to Mark and everybody.

It was now a year ago when she had decided to join the army. George had just died and she was fired not long after that, she had had nobody. Well, okay there was Mark but he was her friend, nothing more than that. She had wanted somebody there that she could lean on, but there was nobody. With no job left she did the only thing she could, she ran. But she wanted to be as brave as George, she wanted that same courage. So she joined the army. Luckily for her they were very happy with a orthopedic surgeon.

She heard footsteps approaching and she turned her head. She quickly wiped away her tears and smiled at her college, Dr. James Briggs. He was the cardio surgeon at their clinic. He was great, but because they almost had no supplies he had the toughest job.

"Hi." She greeted as he sat down next to her.

"Rough day?" The doctor asked. Callie looked up, she didn't really spent time actually having a conversation with her colleges. They were around each other for the biggest part of the day but mostly they were only talking about things work related. She didn't even know anything about James, which was a shame because he was actually a pretty handsome guy.

"Yeah." She answered. "Quiet day. I don't like quiet days. Back in my old hospital quiet days always meant trouble."

Doctor Briggs sighed. "Good thing we're not in a hospital then." They both laughed at his words, they both knew that they would give everything sometimes to be back at the hospital, to be safe every day and not have to worry about supplies or anything.

They were both quiet for a moment, Callie secretly studied the doctor. He was tanned from standing in the burning sun all day. His eyes were green, the kind of green where lots of girls would get lost in. His hair was a bit messed up because of the wind but the dark brown hair still looked beautiful, maybe a bit too long but she had to say that her hair had grown a lot too since they didn't really have time to cut their hair.

"Are you married?" Callie suddenly asked, looking away from the doctor.

"Yes. My wife's name is Ruby. We have three kids." James didn't seem to find Callie's question weird, in fact it seemed like he liked the sharing. He took a picture out of his pocket and handed it to Callie.

"Oldest one is Megan, then we have Thomas and our youngest is Elly." The doctor said while pointing at the faces of the smiling kids. Then he pointed at the bigger and older looking woman standing behind them, smiling. "That's my wife, Ruby."

Callie smiled. "They're beautiful." James proudly smiled back at her.

"What about you Dr. Torres? Are you married?" James said while putting back the photo in his pocket and shifting a bit so that the bigger part of his body was in the shadow of the almost dead tree.

"Nope." Callie responded.

James frowned. "Sorry to hear that." He didn't really know how to react to this kind of stuff usually.

"It's okay," The Latina responded, "I'll find my happily ever after. Once I'm out of this mess."

Doctor Briggs chuckled. The both sat in silence for another minute or so before another doctor came running towards them. "Guys, we have victims of a suicide bombing coming in."

"Told you. Quiet days are no good." Callie said as they ran towards their camp.

Arizona's POV

It was a hot day. A very hot day. Arizona had been working non-stop all day fixing up the tiny humans.

There had been an accident in a little town near her camp and lots of kids got hurt. Now it was her job to fix them up again. She hated days like this. She had wanted to go to Iraq to do some work that was actually useful. She had hoped to save lots of tiny humans and actually make a difference. But right now, all she wanted was to go back home, to New York. She didn't really have friends there but anything was better than this.

Giving the fact that they were low on supplies she had to improvise, and besides that there was also the fact that they were with so little doctors here. There was here and then two other doctors, Dr. Madison Walker and Dr. Sam Clark. Besides them there were a few nursed but that was it.

"He's crashing!" She heard one of her colleges yell in the background. She turned around so she could see what was going on. Madison was working on a little boy, he seemed to be around five years old.

Arizona watched the other doctor and instantly knew that this wasn't the one she would have chosen. It would involve more bleeding and there was a bigger risk that the boy was going to die.

"Hey. Try going in from his side!" She yelled at Madison.

"Shut it, Robbins I'm trying to do my job here. You should focus on doing yours!" The woman yelled back an pointed with her head at the little girl in front of Arizona.

Before she knew it the machine next to her started beeping more aggressively. "V-fib. Starting CPR. Code red!" She yelled.

After another five hours of work Arizona's day was finally over. It had been a very hard day. They had lost the little guy that Madison had tried to save and besides him, two other kids died that day. Three of the five kids died. They had only managed to save Arizona's little girl and another boy. Both age nine.

"Only two more months." She mumbled to herself.

It was almost over. And she was happy that it was. She had been here for a year and four months now. She thought that in the end she would feel happy, that she would feel like she actually did something useful but she didn't feel like that, not at all.

She wasn't friends with any of her colleges. Not the nurses that they had walking around and not Dr. Walker and Dr. Clark.

She felt so alone.

There were other camps around her. She knew that the camp for trauma was not even that far away but the different camps never had real contact, only when patients needed to move between the camps. The camps weren't allowed to be too close to each other.

She went back inside the little building that was made for them and checked on her patients. Both kids were already asleep and stable. The other kids that they had seemed to be doing good too. Well, at least that was something, now she might actually be able to sleep tonight.

Unfortunately, just as she was about to go to her bed she saw car lights approaching the building. She wanted to shout out to the soldier but quickly recognized the vehicle as one of their own. Great, more patients.

Callie's POV

Callie had been running from patient to patient to patient. The trauma had been big, lots of people, lots of broken bones and separated legs and arms.

She was needed everywhere and it felt like too much to handle. She heard people calling her names from anywhere and everywhere.

It took them six hours to work on all patients but in the end they were able to save all twenty of them, which was a miracle. They had a few separated arms and legs but besides that they all seemed to be doing fine. Everybody felt relieved, though they knew that they had just gotten the people that were even still alive, probably around twenty other people died out there.

Callie was checking on one of the patients with a separated leg when James walked over towards her, holding the hand of a little boy. She remember the kid, he had a broken arm but besides that he seemed to be fine, refused to talk though but that was common after a trauma.

Dr. Briggs had been working like crazy too, there were a lot of hearts that needed to be restarted again but he had done his job perfectly, restarting every single one of them.

"Dr. Torres?" He asked, pushing the little boy a bit closer to her.

"This little boy needs to be brought to camp 4. I would take him there myself but on this night I usually call with my kids and I don't want them to worry. Could you please take him?"

"To the PED's camp you mean?" She asked.

The doctor nodded, he wasn't pushing her she knew that. He was just asking her very friendly if she could please do it. And when she looked into his eyes, she just couldn't resist.

"Sure," she said while taking the hand of the little guy, "no problem. Go call your kids."

The eyes of James lit up and he gave her a hug, which surprised Callie. "Thank you. I owe you Callie!"

She laughed and then walked out of the building with the little guy. She asked one of the soldiers to take her and the boy named Isaac to drive them over to camp 2. Walking around here wasn't safe, especially in the night.

They arrived at camp 2 only 5 minutes after driving away. They were actually closer to each other than Callie had thought up front but that was because they were both medical camps and they needed to be close.

Isaac had fallen asleep in those five minutes that they had been in the car. She didn't want to wake the little boy, there was also no use in that given the fact that she most likely wouldn't be able to communicate to him because she doesn't speak Arabic, that was if he even wanted to talk. So instead she gently carried the boy out of the car and walked towards the building.

She was first approached by one of the nurses that was closed to the entry. She smiled at one of them and handed over the little boy. "His name is Isaac and he is all alone, we can't find his parents and there is no one else as far as we know. He has a broken arm but besides that he is fine, hasn't spoken though since he arrived at our camp so we figured that we must keep an eye on him, well ehm.. you should keep an eye on him."

She nurses asked some more about the little boy before they headed back inside the building. When Callie wanted to walk back to the car she heard rushing footsteps coming out of the building. She turned around to see a frustrated woman. "Don't tell me something is terribly wrong with him, I don't think I can handle it anymore."

Callie was stunned. The woman looked so beautiful, her skin was a little tanned from the sun and her shoulder length blond hair curled in the most amazing way possible. Her eyes were ocean blue but they also showed tiredness, extreme tiredness and sadness. When the beautiful eyes locked with her dark ones she gasped a little.

"He's fine doctor." She responded calmly to the woman standing in front of her now.

"Thank god." She said, sighing as she rubbed her hands over her face.

"Rough day?" Callie asked the woman. The blonde looked up at her. "I hate bombing and accidents with guns and kids and everything."

Callie chuckled. "This is a war zone, you know that right? What are you doing here?"

The blonde showed a small smile, Callie knew that is was just to be friendly. "To be honest, I have no idea. I wanted to make a difference you know, but I feel so useless, I lose kids every day. Kids that maybe I could have saved if I had the supplies or staff." Her eyes started to fill with tears and she turned her head away.

"Hey don't think like that. You, are making a big difference. I heard okay, about the kids that died today but look at those two that you saved. Yeah, maybe in a hospital you could have saved five but the point is that you're not at a hospital. We are in freaking Iran and you just gave two kids their life back. You made a difference." Callie said while smiling at the woman. She didn't even know her and she was already giving speeches.

It seemed to work though because now the woman actually smiled, showing off her dimples. Callie felt like she was melting.

"Thanks." She said. She then outstretched her arm.

"Arizona Robbins."

Callie took her hand and showed off her best smile. "Calliope Torres, but I would rather have that you call me Callie."

"Nice to meet you, Calliope."

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