Repairs and Restorations – An Unexpected Aid

A/N: This is my first fanfiction, and I'm still figuring out the site etc. I know where I want it to go, but I'm still working out how to get there.

Obviously most of the characters are real GA characters, with a few of my own. I know nothing about medicine, other than from the show and Google.

Disclaimer: The majority of the characters are not mine, they were created by Shonda Rhimes and Grey's Anatomy are the property of ABC. No infringement intended.

Chapter Two – 17 Homes, 14 Years

Silence remained in the elevator as Owen's words echoed in the surgeons' minds.

"Her own father did this?" Callie had to make sure she'd heard right as she continued to process the revelation. How could anyone beat another person so badly that their injuries resembled that of a severe car crash? How could a man do this to his young, beautiful daughter?

"Yeah. We don't know any of the details other than that their was a glass door involved."

Further shock swept across the faces of the stunned surgeons. They'd all seen some terrible injuries, this wasn't even the worst, but for some reason they were all more shocked than they had ever been before.

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The elevator doors slid open and they rushed Jamie into the OR. They decided they'd have to all work on her at the same time if they had any hope of saving her. As Callie turned to go to scrub, she realised that she hadn't let go of Jamie's hand until then. She felt bad that she'd had to, but she was needed – that fracture wasn't going to fix itself.

"I got all the bleeders for now. How are things going down there?" Derek asked his fellow surgeons.

"Her fracture is all done and I've reduced the hip dislocation. What's going on with you Dr Grey?" Callie responded, relieved that her part of the surgery had gone so well.

"There was a lot of bleeding, I don't know how much more she can take. But I think we've got it, we've stopped the bleeding. Let's close her up and get her to the ICU." Merideth replied.
"She's gonna make it. I know she is. She has to." Callie replied, choking back tears. Stop it Calliope! Be professional here! She knew the other doctors had already realised she was becoming attached to this patient.

It had been a few hours since Jamie's surgery and she wasn't awake yet. Callie hadn't left her side, she was determined to keep her promise.

Arizona arrived to check on Jamie, since she was technically a peds case. She was nervous because her and her wife hadn't spoken much since the storm 3 weeks ago. Arizona had been sleeping across the hall at Mark's apartment. She was thankful they hadn't sold it yet because even though her wife needed space, she was happy she wasn't too far away. She knew she'd made a terrible mistake, one she would regret for the rest of her life. And she wanted Callie back. Since Callie was being civil on the occasions where they had to speak, Arizona was hopeful that her wife would forgive her. And then she would spend every minute of every day showing her wife how sorry she was, how much she loved her and how thankful she was that she was given another chance. But she was getting ahead of herself there.

She stepped nervously into Jamie's room, where she was greeted by the breathtaking sight of her beautiful sleeping wife. Callie's hand was still firmly attached to Jamie's and her head was resting on her arm. Arizona could help but smile. Her wife was a beautiful woman with a huge heart.

Arizona walked to the monitors to check Jamie's vitals. She heard someone move and sigh. She turned expecting to see Jamie waking up but it was Callie.

"How's she doing?" Callie asked, keeping her eyes on Jamie, and reaching with her free hand to move some hair off of Jamie's face.

"She's doing okay. She's stable, her vitals are good." Arizona responded with a smile. "You…you seem pretty attached to her."

"I promised her I wouldn't leave her. I thought I'd start keeping some of my promises, since the one that I broke, the one that was so completely out of my control got me hurt. Again." Callie responded. She spoke quietly but Arizona could hear the pain in her voice.
"Calliope, I –" before Arizona could finish her sentence their attention was drawn to Jamie.

Her eyes slowly opened and she let out a tired groan. She looked between the two doctors stood on either side of her bed, before turning her head slightly towards Callie.

"You stayed with me?" She whispered as a small smile worked its way across her face.

"Of course I did, I told you I would." Callie flashed her own perfect smile back at Jamie. She was so happy to see the girls bright blue eyes open. She was going to be okay.

That smile Arizona hadn't seen in weeks brought tears to her eyes – happy tears - even though the smile wasn't for her.

"Hi Jamie. I'm Dr Arizona Robbins. How are you feeling?" Arizona looked at Jamie and joined in with the smiling.

"Not bad…sore…but not bad." Jamie replied.

"Good, good. That's good." Arizona's expression changed, her eyes filling with concern as she prepared her next question. "Sweetie, I know you're sore and you've only just woken up, but I have to ask you something okay?" Jamie nodded. "Do you remember what happened to you?"

Jamie's smile disappeared, and her face became expressionless. She nodded again.

"I know its hard, but can you just run us through what happened to you?" Arizona asked softly.

Callie squeezed Jamie's hand tighter to offer her some comfort and reassurance.

"I've been in 17 foster homes in my life. That's more homes than years I've been alive," Jamie began, "And none of them ever wanted me, and they sure as hell weren't gonna keep me longer than they had to. So the people I'm with at the moment they hate me most of all. More than any family I've been with. Especially my foster-dad. He likes to show me how much he hates me on a regular basis by beating the crap out of me. Obviously this time it went a bit further. It ended with him beating me with a baseball bat and throwing me through a glass door. It was worse this time because I…because I – "

Tears were escaping Callie's eyes and running down her cheeks. She wanted to help this girl. To save her from this torture that was her life. She put one of her hands up to Jamie's face a reassuringly stroked her cheek and said, "It's okay, take your time. I'm here for you."

Jamie's grip on Callie's hand tightened, and she redirected her eyes back to Arizona, who had now taken her other hand.

"Because I didn't fight back this time. I just gave up. I thought that if I gave up he would kill me and I wouldn't have to deal with it anymore. I wouldn't have to feel unloved and unwanted. I wouldn't get passed around like some broken handmedown that no one wanted and that no one could fix. I just wanted it to end." Tears rolled down Jamie's cheeks.

Callie moved to sit herself on Jamie's bed. She put her arms around her and brought her into a tight embrace. She gently kissed her forehead to comfort her.

"You are wanted. You are loved." Callie whispered to Jamie.

"And you are never going back there. You don't ever have to go through that again. We are going to protect you and help you. That part of your life ends now." Arizona said in a strong and protective, yet comforting manner.

Her eyes locked with Callie's as they continued to hold the girl. They made a silent but mutually understood agreement – they were going to protect this girl.

No matter what it took.

A/N: I would really appreciate reviews etc, and I thank everyone who is reading and taking this journey with me. I know my writing isn't great, and the story may be confusing, but I'm just trying to get the thoughts out of my head and onto paper. Constructive criticism, thoughts and ideas on what I've written and what I could write would be greatly appreciated, and credit will be given to those who want it if their input is used. Thanks for reading