Callie Torres was a superstar with a scalpel, and she knew it. She was a kickass surgeon who loved her job and was so fucking good at it, and she couldn't ask for more. She had worked hard to get where she was, and she was unbelievably happy with her life. She had just completely rocked a complicated eleven hour procedure, and she was certain that it had just secured her the attending position that she had been dreaming of since the first day of her residency.

Callie was pretty much on top of the world.

She made her way to the locker room, a huge grin plastered on her face. She was aching to hop in the shower, change, and head out for a celebratory drink at the bar across the street. After a long day of work, she absolutely knew that she deserved it.

The residents' lounge was mostly empty when she entered. Meredith Grey and Christina Yang were quietly talking as they changed out of their scrubs, while Alex Karev snored on one of the benches. Callie made her way over to her friends, fourth year residents that she had quickly grown fond of a few years previously after a disastrous fling with one of their classmates. They both acknowledged her with smiles as she opened her locker and fished around for the hygiene products she kept stashed.

"What's with Karev?" Callie asked over her shoulder as she peeled her scrub top off.

Christina rolled her eyes. "The Evil Spawn couldn't handle the new Peds attending. You should have heard him complaining about how exhausted he was. Amateur."

"So the attending is a hardass?"

"Apparently so," Meredith said. "Isn't it sad that this is the biggest drama in our lives right now? What happened to almost drownings and leaving people at the alter? I miss those days."

Callie groaned as she gathered her things and headed to the bathroom. She didn't miss the drama whatsoever. Currently she was single and focusing on her work, and it was exactly what she needed. Life was exciting enough without traumatizing experiences or rollercoaster romances.

She wasn't entirely sure if she believed that. But sometimes it was easier to lie to herself.

After quickly rinsing off and freshening up, Callie found herself weaving out of the hospital and heading straight for the bar. It was a clear night, rare for Seattle, and she appreciated the calm of the evening. It was nice to leave the chaos behind at times and escape into a different world.

The popular after-work hangout was crowded when she entered. Doctors and nurses frequently flocked here after their long shifts, and Callie enjoyed seeing familiar faces. It was too depressing to drink alone.

Meredith and Christina had snagged a booth already, and Callie joined them. Derek Shepherd and Mark Sloan were also there, the dynamic duo of dreamy doctors passing out beers to everyone at the table. Callie noticed a few of her other friends scattered throughout the bar, involved in games of darts, ordering drinks, and flirting with others in an attempt to take someone home to bed. Callie was content with just socially drinking a few beers and just enjoying the company of those she considered her friends.

The conversation quickly revolved around surgeries, not that anyone minded. They were doctors, and this is what they loved. And Callie would be lying if she said that she didn't love boasting about the exceptional job she had done earlier that day.

As their glasses emptied, Callie slipped to the bar to grab another round for the table. She was quickly joined by Mark, who some would argue was her best friend. She had an interesting relationship with him, that much was true, and she had to admit that he was one of her favorite people in the world.

"Want to come over tonight, Torres?" he asked under his breath, making sure to add his signature smolder.

"I thought you were going to ask Lexie out?"

"Timing is off. And I don't think that there is just one person you're destined to be with. It'll happen, trust me."

Callie bit her lip for a moment. "I don't know. I believe in fate, I guess."

He chuckled. "Well then you must know that you are fated to have really great sex tonight."

She lightly punched his shoulder as the tray of beer was placed in front of her. "You're an ass," she told him as she passed the drinks to him. Callie then turned away, heading to slip into the bathroom for a moment.

"You love me, Torres!"

Callie waved her hand at Mark, neither confirming or denying his statement. He was ridiculous, but also lovable. And even though a lot of their relationship was based in hookups, he still was a loyal and good friend, and she'd always love him for that.

She made her way to the mirror as soon as she entered the bathroom. She wiped her face and touched up her makeup a bit. It had been a long day, and though she was having a great time, she could see the bags under her eyes becoming more prominent.

A stall opened behind her, and she barely registered the sound as she ran her fingers through her ebony curls. A flash of blonde caught her eye, and she turned, only to see a petite woman frozen in place.

Holy, fucking, shit.

Standing there, in the flesh, was the blonde woman that had shaped her world entirely. The woman that had completely captured her heart while also simultaneously shattering it into a million pieces. Callie had finally moved on and pursued a life of her own, but her past was haunting her here and now. And she wanted no part of it.

The blonde spoke first, breaking the silence that had taken them over.

"Hello, Calliope."

"Arizona," she started with a small shake of her head, "what the hell are you doing in Seattle?"

"I'm the new Peds attending." She stood up tall with her head held high. "And I guess, since we are both here, I'd like to make things right between us."

Callie tilted her head to the side, her mind racing with thoughts of her freshman year of college. A secret romance with the wonderful girl across the hall. Nights spent talking about anything and everything while two hearts started to beat as one. Kisses that felt like fireworks. And the day that Arizona left without a word, ruining the best thing that had ever happened to Callie.

She hadn't thought about that semester for so long, and for a good reason. It triggered an ache in her heart that sometimes felt so unbearable that Callie wanted to burrow under her covers and escape the world forever. There was a reason that she had been trying to erase Arizona Robbins from her life entirely, because that woman caused her the most pain that she had ever felt.

"Things will never be right, Arizona."

With that, Callie turned around and exited the bathroom, her life completely turned upside down.

Well, goddamn it.

After quite a long break, I have returned to the world of fanfiction! It's great to be back.

This is my first time dabbling in Grey's Anatomy fanfic, and I am beyond excited! I've always wanted to write about these characters, so here it goes. I know this first chapter is short, but I have a lot planned for this story. I hope you lovely readers will choose to stick around!

Please let me know what you think!