Title: Hypocrisy Oath: A Paragon of Medicine

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Summary: Arizona senses something is amiss when an unlikely hero appears at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital.

Note: Sequel to: A Demon, a Goddess, and a Muse/The Hubris Incident/The Kepner Method. Takes place immediately following the events in The Kepner Method.

Note 2: I forgot to mention, knowledge of Buffy the Vampire Slayer helpful.

Hypocrisy Oath 3

"You know," Dr. Wyatt said, "These sessions are pointless if you don't say anything."

Arizona was sat on the couch in Dr. Wyatt's office, she stared out the window, and she looked as though she was pondering life's great mysteries.

"Arizona?" Dr. Wyatt prodded.

Arizona finally blinked and flicked her eyes back at Dr. Wyatt, who lifted her eyebrows in question. "Are you ok?"

"Yes," Arizona sighed, "I'm just distracted today. It's nothing really."

"Nothing?" Dr. Wyatt asked. "I haven't seen you this contemplative in a while. Something's going on in that head of yours."

"I just feel, kind of off, you know?" Arizona replied. "It's nothing I can pinpoint, just a general… off… ness. It's kind of like…" She paused and tried to gather her thoughts.

Dr. Wyatt nodded for her to continue, "What's it like, Arizona?"

"Do you remember that, uh…, dream I had. The one where everything was different?"

"The one where you wished you'd stayed in Africa and when you came back everything was altered, Callie was in a coma and your daughter…"

"Don't say it." Arizona said. "Don't. Do not say those words." She sighed. "But, yes, that one."

"Are you feeling as though you need to escape again? Imagining things as different?"

"What? No. No, absolutely not." Arizona vehemently denied. Her face softened a bit as she admitted, "I do occasionally daydream about my leg being back, though. That Dr. Stevens had been able to save it out there in the woods. But, that's normal right?"

"Of course, as long as you aren't dwelling on it. It's perfectly normal to have those thoughts. Is that what's on your mind?"

"No, not really… maybe a little. I mean, I thought I'd come to terms with this. I feel like I did, but now… she's so perfect at everything. Why the one thing I need her for, she can't do?"

"I should say 'you shouldn't be putting unrealistic expectations on her,' but you are right. I'm surprised myself that she wasn't able to help you."

"Ok, I wasn't expecting that response."

"Well, it's true, right?" Dr. Wyatt said. "Isobel Stevens is the preeminent doctor in the country, she is triple board certified in general, orthopedics, and cardiology. I totally understand your disappointment with her failure to save your leg."

"Well, she kept us alive out there, I guess that's all I could ask for, right?" Arizona said. "But, you know… that gets me thinking… when did she have time to get triple board certified? She was in the same class as Alex and Cristina, and they are still fellows."

"Effective time management?"

"I guess."

"Do you think that maybe you are resenting her?" Dr. Wyatt suggested.

"No… yes… maybe?" Arizona grumped.

"Dr. Robbins… Arizona, you are sounding a bit like a petulant teenager."

"It's just… she's everywhere," Arizona said. "I don't get it. This feels wrong."

"Maybe you don't resent her… Maybe… Are you jealous?"

"What?" Arizona exclaimed. "Why does everyone think I'm jealous, just because I don't feel like worshiping her like Callie does?"

"Ah ha."

"What? What…ah ha?" Arizona said, Dr. Wyatt just raised an eyebrow. "No. No way. There is no ah ha to be ha'd." Arizona paused a second, "Ok, I'm not really sure what I'm saying or what you are saying, so… what exactly are you ah ha-ing?"

"The fact that you aren't jealous of Dr. Stevens' accomplishments, but you are jealous of your wife's admiration of those accomplishments."

"Noooo… that's not, no. Ok, maybe. A little bit." Arizona admitted. "I mean, she's extremely beautiful, and funny, and has really big… accomplishments. And… Callie is very attracted to big accomplishments."

"You know what you have to do about this Arizona, we've discussed this. You have to talk to her."

"Yeah, you're right." Arizona agreed. "Callie and I are having lunch in an hour, I'll talk to her about it then."

"No, not Callie… Izzie, talk to Izzie about this. She can help. She's amazing."


"I can't believe I'm doing this," Arizona said to herself as she knocked on Chief Stevens' door. Without waiting for an answer, she opened the door and poked her head in. "Do you have a minute?"

Izzie jumped and shoved something into her giant desk drawer. "Of course. Um… you know my policy… my door is always open," She said. "What can I do for you, Dr. Robbins?"

"Honestly? I just need to chat," Arizona sighed. "My therapist, Dr. Wyatt, suggested I talk a few things over with you." She paused, then added, "If you have time?"

"Of course, what's bothering you?"

"You." Arizona said.

"What?" Izzie asked. "Me?"

"Kind of, yeah," Arizona replied. "I know we are friends, and we bonded on that mountain, but… sometimes I feel like people forget that… there were other people on that plane. You weren't the only one. And you certainly didn't lose a limb, or a sister, or a… a… a Mark. And people look at you like you are a super hero, and that makes me feel…"

"Arizona, you know what I think: I don't think this about you being angry with me, I think you're angry with Callie," Izzie said, she tried to deflect Arizona's ire away from her.

Before Arizona could work up a righteous denial, her pager went off. "Crap. It's the pit."

"I'll come with, we can walk and talk." Izzie rounded her desk and they headed out the door toward the ER.

"So, I was saying about Callie… I mean, you have this amazing connection with her and then when it matters the most she looks into your eyes and she doesn't even see that it's not you looking back at her. She doesn't see that you've changed. The crash changed you. You can't connect with her, she doesn't understand what we went through, what it was like out there."

"Actually, we've made a lot of progress with that. Six months ago I would have agreed with you, but I've been sharing more with her and she has been really listening. It's been amazing. And though it wasn't the same, we both suffered those four days- we've acknowledged that, and have learned to empathize with each other's experience, without discounting our own. We have even formed a 'communication plan', which we practice nightly."

"Then, maybe you still resent her for not being able to save your leg?" Izzie suggested.

"No, I've come to terms with that too," Arizona said. "It's not like she could, just magically save my leg. It was pretty far gone. I realize that. Though, I do wonder why you couldn't do more… You are a Harper Avery winner for your artificial cartridge research. You couldn't use your magic and make a foray into bone and tissue regeneration?"

"I, uh," Izzie swallowed hard. "What? My magic? Uh….um, no I'm sorry. You were too far gone, and… and, we both know magic doesn't exist."

"Right," Arizona bit at her lip. "Pfft. Magic. I don't even know why I said that. That's, heh, that's crazy talk. Magic. Nope. No knowledge of magic. What. So. Ever."

Izzie also looked a bit like a deer in headlights at the turn the conversation had taken, she decided it was best to ignore it and change the subject, "Arizona, if there's any part of you that's still blaming Callie for what happened…" She said, "It seems to me like maybe there's a part of you that needs to forgive her?"

They get on the elevator and Arizona pressed the button for the ground floor.

"Nope," Arizona said. "That's all old news. Apparently your people reading skills aren't as accomplished as the rest of you."

"Ok, then what are we even talking about?" a frustrated Izzie asked.

"Honestly," Arizona said. "I don't know anymore. I was feeling a little jealous of Callie's, kind of… hero worship of you… and Dr. Wyatt suggested I talk to you, but… this is a conversation I need to have with Callie, and I know that…" She shook her head. The elevator dinged their arrival on the ground level and they headed off toward the pit. "I don't know why I let Dr. Wyatt talk me into discussing this with you. Really, I'm sorry I bothered you."

"No, it's fine," Izzie said.

They arrived at the pit, Alex was there waiting for them.

"Robbins," Alex said. "Iz, I didn't page you."

"I was with Dr. Robbins, I just tagged along."

"Ok well, we have a seventeen year old female, experiencing hallucinations and confusion. Tox screen is negative for all known substances. The funny thing is, we had a patient just like this yesterday. Same symptoms, even saying the same crazy shit, nothing on blood work for that one either. And get this, they both have this scar on their wrist."

"Show me," Izzie said.

"I've got her in a trauma room, we had to strap her down." Alex said, as he led them toward the room with the teen.

"What happened with the patient yesterday?" Arizona asked.

"She's in a coma now."

Izzie's eye's widened in shock, but she covered it quickly.

Alex opened the door to the trauma room, where Jo tried to keep the patient calm.

"These are lies," she screamed. "None of this is real."

"Oh my god," Arizona exclaimed. "That's the girl from last night at Joe's. What was her name?"

"Deanna," Izzie said, horrified. "Her name was Deanna."

Deanna reached over and grabbed Arizona's arm and looked her directly in the eyes. "You have to believe me. The world has been changed."

Arizona carefully removed herself from the girl's grasp, as she did she noticed the scar on the wrist. "Is this what you were talking about?" She asked Alex.

"Yeah, it's a… what did you say it was, Dr. Wilson?" Alex asked.

"I think it's an Omega." Jo answered. "From the Greek alphabet."

"I just remembered I have a meeting," A scared looking Izzie said. "I need to run, but… I wouldn't worry too much about this, it's probably a virus. And… I don't think the mark has anything to do with it. I'll look into some stuff, you should just drop it. Treat her with a wide-spectrum antibiotic."

"Sure thing." Alex replied, but Arizona ignored him. Her eyes narrowed, as her gazed followed Izzie's quick exit from the pit.

"Should we call the CDC?" Alex asked, breaking Arizona's train of thought.

"What?" She asked.

"Do you think she's right? It could be some sort of virus? Something bad?"

"Do another round of blood work, start the antibiotics and antivirals- call the other local hospitals and see if they've seen anything similar. We don't need to call in the big guns just yet." Arizona said. "But… I'm going to go do some research, let me know when the blood work is in."


Huddled in the corner of the cafeteria Arizona, Callie, Meredith and Cristina were engaged in a heated discussion while they ate their lunch.

"I'm telling you, there is something hellmouthy going on." Arizona said. She had relayed everything that had happened in the ER, with Deanna and what she said about how 'the world had changed.' The others were skeptical, at best.

"I don't know, Arizona." Callie said. "We can't just blame every weird case on the hellmouth now."

"No, I know that," Arizona replied. "But Izzie looked scared, like she was hiding something."

"Izzie doesn't get scared," Cristina said.

"Heh! Arizona, this is Isobel Stevens." Callie agreed. "You know she doesn't get scared. You talked about it when you presented her with the heroism award for her actions during the plane crash."

"You're right," Arizona conceded. "But I still think something is up. Look," she took out a notepad and a pen and drew the symbol, Ω, which was on both girls' wrists, "have any of you seen this before?"

"Oh, yeah," Meredith said. "That's an Omega." Then at everyone's surprised look. "What? I was in a sorority, sue me."

"Ok, we'll discuss that later," Cristina said. "But that is definitely an Omega, from the Greek alphabet, it literally means 'great O'."

"Really?" Callie snickered as she took a bite of her mac-n-cheese. "That sounds naughty. I love a great O."

"And I'm sure Robbins can provide you one later," Cristina said. "But this just means 'great O' as in upper case 'O'. You would think someone with the name Calliope Iphigenia would know something about the Greek alphabet."

"Yeah, just because my parents were strangely obsessed with mythological names, doesn't mean they passed that on to me. How do you know that?"

"I'm no Lexipedia, but I'm no slouch either, Torres." Cristina replied.

"What are you thinking here, Arizona?" Meredith asked.

"I don't know. I've just got a feeling," Arizona said. "In my gut, you know?"

"Maybe we should try to contact Anya?" Callie suggested. "Even though, technically, she plays for the other team."

"She's gay?" Cristian blurted. "Wait, no… the other team for you would be straight… but … Callie you play for both teams… This is confusing. What team are we talking about here?"

"I think she means, the 'demon team', Cristina." Meredith said.

"Oh, right. Sorry," Cristina said. "Well, good luck with that," she grabbed her trash, and stood to leave.

"Wait, you're leaving?" Arizona asked.

"I have surgery, and Izzie is scrubbing in. I want to be my best for her." Cristina said, as she left the others alone at the table.

"Lucky. Izzie never scrubs in on my surgeries anymore." Callie sighed.

"Ok, seriously you guys. Something is up with Izzie too," Arizona said.

"I-I'm sorry Arizona... I just don't understand what you're trying to say." Meredith said.

"Well, I was just kind of wondering if maybe anyone thought that Izzie was kind of too perfect?" Arizona asked.

"No she's not! She's just perfect enough!" Callie exclaimed. "She stopped the hospital shooter after performing lifesaving surgery on Derek, at gunpoint. She saved you all on that mountain, and she managed to single handedly convince the Harper Avery foundation to put up the money to buy this hospital and save it from bankruptcy! We saw her doing those things!"

"But that's just it. I'm not entirely sure that we can trust our memories," Arizona said. "Our memories don't make any sense. Since when does Cristina Yang want to impress someone who started her residency at the same time as her? And Callie, Izzie slept with your husband. She broke up your marriage, which I'm grateful for, but you shouldn't be following her around like a puppy. It's not natural."

"She's got a point," Meredith said, looking toward Callie.

"I think that Izzie may be doing something so that she's manipulating the world and we're all like her pawns." Arizona said.

"Wow, Arizona," Callie shook her head. "I'll buy the Omega thing is weird and probably hellmouthy, but this Izzie obsession… I know you have a tendency to be jealous, but this is ridiculous. It's plain simple jealousy."

"Well do you blame me?" Arizona shouted, as she became distressed. "You worship her Callie. She's smart and beautiful and whole…" She choked up and looked away, unable to finish.

"Hey, no," Callie said gently, "Sweetheart."

"I'm going to give you two some privacy." Meredith said, as she made a quick exit.

"Arizona, look at me," Callie implored her anger having left the moment her wife got upset. "Please, look at me. Don't close up."

Arizona looked back at Callie and sighed. "This isn't jealousy. And…I know it sounds crazy, but..."

"It sounds like nonsense." Callie said. Arizona face fell and she looked discouraged. "But I know you well enough to know… You see things that the rest of us don't. I think, no, I know... I'm going to trust you, and follow your lead."

"Thank you, Callie."

"Don't thank me, Arizona." Callie said. "I'm your wife, I trust you and I love you. If you are telling me something is off, even if I don't feel it… I'm going to believe you. Ok?"

Arizona smiled, "Ok."

"And hey," Callie said, her voice broke on the words, "You are smart and beautiful and whole. You are everything. And you're mine, so come here and hug me."

Arizona did as she was told and moved into her wife's arms. She tried to stop them, but the tears came anyway.

"So, what's our plan?"

"Well, first," Arizona said, as she wiped her eyes, "I'm going to the bathroom to fix this mess," she indicated her face, "and then, we should go to the coffee cart to try and contact Anya."

"Should we try to get Meredith and Cristina back? Mer seemed kind of receptive." Callie asked.

"Yeah, you go find her and then meet me at the coffee cart. We'll worry about Cristina later."

"Yes, ma'am." Callie smiled.

"Thank you for trusting me."

"Always, Arizona, always." Callie said. "Even though every fiber of my being is telling me that Izzie is flawless. It's always going to be you. I'll always choose you."

Arizona smiled through more tears. "I love you."


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