Summary-Calzona AU: Callie Torres had it all, popularity, captain of the cheerleading squad, dating the starting Quarterback of the Seattle Grace Mercy West High School football team, a straight A student, and with the love and support of her family she is on her way to a full ride scholarship to medical school at Johns Hopkins. What happens when tragedy hits? Will a blonde haired blued-eyed fire cracker be able to lead her back on track or will she be forced to give it all up?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters off of Greys Anatomy, if I did Callie and Arizona would still be together.
Chapter 2
The Military Child Is Like a Dandelion
It puts down roots almost anywhere.
It's almost impossible to destroy.
It's an unpretentious plant, yet good looking.
It's a survivor in a broad range of climates.
Military children bloom everywhere the winds carry them.
They are hardy and upright.
Their roots are strong, cultivated …deeply in the culture of the military, planted swiftly and surely.
They're ready to fly in the breezes that take them to new adventures, new lands, and new friends.
The white fluff of marshmallows float by as l am looking out the window of the American Airlines airplane. We are finally on our last hour of a 13-hour flight and let me tell you I don't know about anyone else around here, but I'm ready to land. 13-hours is just a little bit too much for me. Most of this flight consisted of my sis… I'm sorry where are my manners? Here I am going on and on about myself and I have not yet introduced myself.
For those of you who don't know me I am Arizona Robbins and before you all start with the wise cracks about my name let me give you a little background into why my parents named me Arizona. Most people think I was named after the state, but it's not true. I was named for the battle ship "The USS Arizona" My grandfather was serving on the Arizona when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor and he saved 19 men before he drowned. So… the lesson here is before you start judging a person's name, ask about the back story behind it. You might be surprised what you find out.
Now that I am done with my rant, where was I? …Oh yeah, as I was saying my name is Arizona Robbins. I am one in a billion military kids aka military brat. Although my great-grandfather, grandfather, and father has served in the military, I have always wanted to be a surgeon. After my mom bought me my first little patient doll for my birthday when I was 4 years old I wanted to be a surgeon. The doll was made-out of a suede like material that zipped up from the lower neck to the lower stomach inside there was lungs, heart, intestines, liver, spleen, and kidneys. All plush organs are color-coded, and it came with a booklet that helped you understand the important role of the human body. I was in love right away. At age 4, you would think that a doll like that at kid at that age would play with the dolls and the little parts and then throw it to the side. That's what you would think, but not me, I was smart the toy intrigued me. My mother being a nurse and my grandmother being a Pediatrics doctor medical was in my blood. Knowing what everything was and placing them in the right spots took time for me to learn. It was ok though because my most favorite memories were playing with that doll aka Surgical Susie with my mom.
My mom Barbra Hardt Robbins, daughter of Janet and Martyn Hardt was the most respected nurse there was. She married my father at the young age of 20 shortly after she graduated with her bachelor's degree in nursing. She was then a Registered nurse. Shortly after they were married they were pregnant with my brother Timothy Scott Robbins. During my mom's whole pregnancy my father was deployed in Iraq and although she had friends a family surrounding her, the loss of her husband at that moment was deep. She of course managed with work and getting things ready for their son to arrive. Time had went fast. My father was one of the lucky ones that made it home just in time for his son to be born.
2 years later and 3 different states my parents had me. I was what they kept telling me their bundle of joy. You know… rumor has it I came out of my mom with a full on dimpled smile. Don't believe me? Ask my father. When I was born my mom had taken maternity leave and within that time off decided the hardest decision she ever had to face and that was she wanted to stop working and become a full-time mother. She had spent all of her time and energy living up to be the best mom and believe you me she was. We never had to worry about not having a parent when we needed one, she was there. My brother and I were never bored, she would have activities and lessons through out the day planned for us. Barbra Robbins dedicated her life to us and because of that my dreams were coming true.
Now we are going to fast forward to 15 years later. I was 15 years old when my mom and dad found out that they were expecting, and I was 15 years old when I got the worse news in my life. April 7th, 2015, Tim, and I were waiting in the waiting room in OB while my mom and dad delivered my sister. My mom had just had a checkup and everything from what we were told was normal. An hour later my dad came out with tears in his eyes. We had just figured that he was teary from watching Emma being born and some of that was true. While giving birth my mom had some complications that killed her. Doctors say that my mom's womb failed to contract down properly after she gave birth and she hemorrhaged profusely and died.
It's been a couple of years since her passing and I still find myself looking around the corner to see if she is still here. You don't realize how much you miss a person until that person is gone.
My dad took sometime off after she died to mourn the loss of his wife and to make sure that we were okay and that we would be okay when he went back to work. Being a daughter of someone who is in the military I have seen families that lose fathers, mothers, aunts, uncles, cousins, and kids and a lot of families that lose their loved ones will give up. Not my father he didn't give up at all if anything it made him stronger. He was always raised to love and protect his family and that is what he did. The more Emma grew the harder for my dad to take care of her and because I always had a way with kids I agreed to take over helping-out with her.
I situate myself trying to get comfortable. My sister is laying on my chest sleeping. Dancing and singing on the plane everyone who was attendant on the flight laughed and clapped cheering her on. Who knew one little girl could entertain so many people.
Throughout my life I have lived in 5 different countries and 15 different states in the US. And on top of that I am only 17 years old. We are on our way to Seattle Washington where my dad has been stationed once again, only this time we are supposed to be here for good and I am beyond excited. What's more amazing about this news is that Tim and I are enrolled at Seattle Grace Mercy West High School. It may be my Junior year, but it's going to be spectacular I can feel it. I have always kept a straight A average and with that my goal is to get my bachelor's Degree at Stanford University, I will then go on to take my MCAT (Medical College Admission Test), where I will attend Johns Hopkins and get my Medical Degree, and if I have it my way I will do my Residency at Johns Hopkins or Mayo and finally finish my fellowship in New York City at Steven and Alexandra Cohen Children's Medical Center and in my opinion the best Children's hospital in the world.
"Zona are we there yet?" my sister asks me, while trying to adjust to get comfortable.
I look at my watch to see what time it is, and it tells me that we have about 20 minutes left. "We are almost their little miss."
Emma reached for the bag that was stowed away under the seat. "Drink pease." Being how are father breathed, slept, and woke up military you had manners.
Smiling at my blue-eyed sister I grabbed for her hot pink sippy cup that had the picture of Elsa from frozen on it and handed it to her. "Here you go sweetie." I am so astonished at the fact that within weeks her vocabulary has heightened.
Emma was seven months old when she babbled her first word 'dada.' For the first time in the months that my mom had been gone I hadn't seen him smile until that moment. After that all that could be heard from her was 'da da da da da.' There was one time I swear on my life that she had said Zo, but my brother and dad both deny that they heard it. At 19 months she was saying a little bit. A few words here and there, but nothing too much. It wasn't until a few months ago that she was saying more and then the last couple of weeks she had doubled her words.
"Tank you." The little blonde says to me as she lays back on my chest.
I look over at my dad and father and both of them are stirring from their tender sleep. The colonel checks his watch and then his blue eyes meet mine. "Hey honey… how's Emma being? Do you need me to take her?"
My head moves from side to side. "No dad I have her."
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Sea-Tac Airport. The local time is 4:30pm and the temperature is 82 degrees. For your safety and comfort, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened until the captain turns off the Fasten Seat Belt sign. This will indicate that we have parked at the gate and that it is safe for you to move about. Please check around your seat for any personal belongings you may have brought on board with you and please use caution when opening the overhead bins, as heavy articles my have shifted around during the flight. On behalf of American Airlines and the entire crew, I'd like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near feature. Have a nice evening."
10 minutes later we landed, gathering our carry-ons we make our way off the plane. "Zona, I have to go potty." Emma says to me as she does the potty dance in the middle of the airport. She was still potty training, 90 percent of the time she would tell us that she had too go and the other 10 percent well… you know.
"Just a second baby girl, lets wait for daddy and Bobo to catch up with us." For those who are confused by the name "Bobo, when Emma started talking Tim would ask her to "Say Timmy" and some how Bobo came out. Dad and I thought it was adorable, but Tim had other opinions about it. Needless-to-say Bobo stuck. The rest of my family were only a few feet behind, so it wasn't long before they had caught up to us. "Hey, I'm going to take this one to the restroom." I motion towards the small little blonde that stands before me.
My father eyes the airport and notes that it's unusually slow for this time of day and states. "Of course, take your brother along with you." This guy that I love is and will always be the protective type and for that I will always be grateful for.
We go and find the nearest bathrooms, but not before promising to meet in luggage claims. As Emma and I enter the facility I notice this gorgeous Latina with the most astounding big brown eyes I have ever seen standing by the mirror wiping tears from her eyes. It pained me to see someone this angelic so sad. First things first I had to get my mini me into the bathroom.
Unzipping the diaper bag, I pullout Emma's wipes and some Lysol. Don't laugh people, if you really think about it public bathroom stalls are disgusting, and this little girl that is standing before me waiting is my life. You never know what type of infectious disease you will pick up.
Emma finishes up and we exit the stall. Walking to wash our hands I lift the 2-year-old up in front of the sink. I look around and the beautiful brunette is gone. 'Well…I will never see her again.' Arizona said to herself. 'She looked so sad, I hope she is okay.' Drying Emma's hands we head out to go and find our dad, while I keep an eye out for this mysterious woman.
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Before we left for the United States dad had pre-arranged for our cars too be shipped to Seattle Washington. Tim's 2017 Silver Nissan GT-R, that he got for his 18th birthday and my 2017 Maserati GranCabrio Sport are sitting at home waiting for our arrival. Dad went ahead and shipped his Space Grey Mazda C-X5 to the airport so that we would have transportation home.
The Robbins clan descended upon a 4-bedroom 2-bathroom beautiful Modern Custom Multi-Level Home. As I make my way up the driveway with Emma on my hip I feel a vibration. Taking my phone out of my pocket. On my screen is a text message.
'I love and miss you.'
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AN: I am so sorry for the delay in the story for those of you who are still following thank you for being patient.
Writers block has overcome me so much, I promised you a chapter so I did what I could. I hope I didn't disappoint.
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I didn't get many reviews or follow for the last chapter. For those of you who did review thank you I enjoy hearing from you. Read this chapter and if you like where it's going leave a review if not I may take this off. So it's all up to you.
AN2: Who was the Brunette in the bathroom any guesses? Who texted Arizona?
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One last thing Reviewer Walkinginthecity thank you for clarifying that. I was referring to college, Mcat test, Med School, Residency, and fellowship everything in general.