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Mark had been paged as soon as he returned to the table from getting his coffee. Callie planned to go see Sofia, but she wasn't quite ready yet... so she rode with this Mark character on the elevator to the surgical floor. She figured she should, at the very least, make sure she wasn't missing any important surgeries while she wondered around the hospital like a lost patient from the psyche ward.

Before they reached the surgical floor, she decided she needed to find out if her child and Addison's child were siblings.

"So, uh… Mark," Callie ventured, "Seen Addison lately?"

"You know she hasn't been back to Seattle since she delivered Sof," Mark replied. "We just talked about this a few weeks ago when Amelia was here. How late did your wife keep you up last night?"

"Um, I'm pretty sure mine and Arizona's night time activities are none of your business and not something she'd appreciate me talking about with you. Seems inappropriate."

"Who are you?"

"What? I'm me. Why would you ask that?"

"Inappropriate conversations is our thing, Callie," Mark replied. "Arizona and I share the cooking thing, you and I share stuff we shouldn't. It's what we do."

"I… have no idea how to respond to that."

"God, you're weird today," Mark said. "I'm leaving, I've got a set of fake boobs waiting for me…. Drink some more coffee. Get your head on straight. Or go page Robbins to the pediatric on-call room and do something decidedly un-straight. You need to improve your mood."


Callie read the surgical board, prudently taking note of names she recognized and of names she had never heard of before. There were still so many questions swirling around in her brain. Who were these residents, M. Grey and L. Grey that were all over the surgical board? Were they related to Ellis? And where was Ellis? And Webber… her resident? Richard was on the board, but no other Webbers were listed. It was too confusing.

She had to read her own name next to hip replacement surgery at noon three times before it sunk in that she wasn't a cardiothoracic surgeon here, wherever here was. Apparently, she was an orthopedic surgeon... no wonder everyone was so impressed with her perfect pericardiocentesis in the ER earlier. That made her smile. It also made her think of the orthopedic surgeon that her Dr. Robbins liked to lunch with on occasion. Which then made her wonder if Dr. Robbins had a thing for orthopods. Then she got jealous of the stupid orthopedic surgeon that Dr. Robbins like to lunch with. And now she was frowning.

Which is how Bailey found her when she strode up to the board to make some changes. "I thought you were in your lab all morning, Torres…"

Callie glanced down and saw the friend she hadn't seen in the weeks since she'd been fired. "Mandy! It's so good to see you."

"I know you didn't just call me Mandy." Bailey growled. She looked offended.

"I… uh… no, I meant Dr. Bailey," Callie swallowed hard. This Dr. Bailey wasn't the same as her Dr. Bailey. That's for sure. "I'm not… I was just… uh, my lab?"

"You scheduled lab time for the morning and surgeries all afternoon," Bailey said. She looked Callie up and down. "Are you feeling okay? You look… anxious."

"Um, anxious? Me?"

"You and Robbins aren't fighting are you? You know I have vested interest in your marriage, so you would tell me if things were troubling you, right?"

"What? Vested interest?" Callie stumbled over the question. "Um. We are great, things are great… I think… I love her…"

"You think? I don't officiate weddings for just anybody," Bailey shook her head. "You love her and you know it. You think," Baily scoffed. "What kind of talk is that?"

"I'm sorry, I just…"Callie sighed. "It's been a strange day."

"You know if you ever really need to talk…" Bailey was suddenly serious, she looked around to make sure no one was listening, "I'll make an exception for you."

"No, no, no, Bailey, I'm fine, honestly. Arizona is perfect. I'm just… not feeling myself today," She figured the easiest thing to do was stay as close to the truth as possible. She really wasn't herself today. "My mind is practically in another universe."

"Well, you get your head out of the clouds, you have a full surgical schedule this afternoon."

"Yeah, about that…"


Callie was a heart surgeon, she couldn't replace a hip- minimally invasive or otherwise, so she feigned ill and asked Bailey to clear her surgical schedule, which Bailey promptly delegated to a resident named Lexie and the orthopedic charge nurse.

After cancelling all of her surgical procedures for the afternoon, Callie finally found herself walking down the corridor toward the daycare.

When she reached her destination, her nerves kicked up again, so instead of going straight in and asking for Sofia, she thought it'd be a good idea to stand outside the window and just watch for a few minutes… in hopes of catching a glimpse of her daughter.

She peeked through the window of the infant room and all she saw were a small number of babies in various stages of sleep lying in the daycare bassinets. Several daycare workers carefully watched over tiny infants. None of those felt like hers- she figured she would know her baby, even if she'd never seen her before.

Callie moved down the hall to the next window. The room contained the older more active babies. She quickly scanned the area seeing nothing of interest until her eyes landed on the far side of the room. What she saw was life changing… axis tilting… earth shattering. Dr. Robbins was sitting on the floor playing with her child. Their child. Her thoughts looked heavy and she was obviously taking what comfort she could from Sofia. Arizona looked up and locked eyes with the watching woman, her smile was radiant, despite her slightly gloomy vibe. Callie's heart beat so hard in her chest, she had to fight the urge to check her pulse. It was all the confirmation she needed to validate her feelings. She was in love with Arizona Robbins… and when she got home, she was going to do something about it.

Callie stopped her gawking and made her way into the daycare. She sat on the floor with the two, Sofia immediately reached for her.

"Hi baby girl," Callie rubbed the soft hair on top of Sofia's head, then kissed where her hand had just been. "Sorry I missed our kiss this morning."

"What are you doing down here?" Arizona asked. "I thought you'd be holed up in the lab all morning. I know how hard it is to get time in there anymore."

"I'm just… taking a break. Clearing my head," Callie replied. "What about you? I thought you were in surgery?"

Arizona just shook her head and Callie instinctively understood not to push. She knew the look of a surgeon who'd lost a patient. No wonder Arizona was seeking the company of her child. Callie gave Arizona a sympathetic smile and reached over and squeezed her hand in understanding.

They spent the next twenty minutes playing with Sofia and taking comfort from each other's presence. Callie didn't really know these two people, her wife and child, but she realized this Callie, the one whose body she was currently inhabiting, was one lucky woman.

Eventually, their little family contentment bubble was popped when Sofia started yawning and rubbing at her eyes. They allowed the daycare worker to take her and prep her for her afternoon nap.

After leaving the daycare the two women walked in silence toward the elevator. Callie could tell Arizona needed something from her, but she was still a little unsure of herself. She wanted to take the woman in her arms, but in the busy hallway it was too much, but once they were on the elevator, they were finally alone. Arizona allowed some tears to well in her eyes and Callie immediately opened her arms to the distraught woman in front of her. Arizona stepped into the embrace and sighed. Her head on Callie's shoulders, she finally let a few tears flow.

Callie didn't know what to say, what words the other her used to comfort this woman… so she just held her. She held her tight and let her weep her sorrow at losing a patient, a child, on her shoulder. She ran her hand through the silky blonde hair and kissed her temple, not once uttering a word. Neither of them did. By the time the elevator dinged their destination, Arizona had composed herself once again.

"Thank you," Arizona smiled as they exited the elevator on the Peds floor. "Every time. You know just how to make me feel better."

Callie smiled back, she reached out and fixed a bit of Arizona's hair that was sticking out on the side, then ran her hand down the blonde's arm and squeezed her hand. "Always," Callie replied.

"What time is your surgery? Can we do lunch?" Arizona asked.

"Actually, I… uh, I cancelled all of my surgeries this afternoon. I'm not feeling myself and I didn't want to…"

"Are you sick?" Arizona's hand flew up to her forehead, checking for fever.

"No… nothing like that," Callie said. "I think I ate a bad pastry from the coffee cart."

"I told you those pumpkin scones were an affront to good taste!" Arizona scolded. "It's almost as bad as carrot cake. Yuck."

"Actually, it was a brownie." Callie said. "I'm sure the brownie is the cause."

"Do you need me to take off? I could come home with you? Mark will happily take Sofia another night."

"No, I don't want to keep you from your patients. I'm just going to take care of a few things here and then head out." As soon as Callie said the words, she was afraid this would be their goodbye. She felt, almost intuitively, that her time here was running out. Maybe she should ask Arizona to come home and spend the afternoon with her. What could it harm?

She was about to open her mouth to suggest it, but fate had other ideas. Arizona's pager chose that instant to come alive.

"Crap, it's 911… I have to go," Arizona sighed. "You sure you will be okay?"

"I'm sure, you go… be a rockstar," Callie smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.

Arizona tilted her head and looked at her wife thoughtfully for a minute. She was about to ask again if Callie was okay, why she looked so melancholy, but her pager rang-out again. "The tiny humans can't wait. I'm sorry." She started to take off down the hallway, but stopped and turned back to her wife and said, "I love you." She was gone before Callie could respond.

"I love you, too."


Callie was once again trying to sneak through The Pit, but this time she was headed in the opposite direction. She was almost to the exit when she heard her name being called from somewhere behind her. Maybe she could pretend not to hear.

"Callie! Hey, stop… I need you for a consult. Where are you going in such a hurry?"

Callie stopped her retreat and turned to find Meredith Webber waiting for a response, "I can't do a consult. I'm done for the day… just on my way out the door."

"Okay, well I just need you for a second. This old lady will not take no for an answer. I tried to tell her you were in surgery, but she just said 'I really doubt that' which I thought was strange, but I guess she was right… because you aren't in surgery… even though I saw you listed on the board earlier. Lexie was scrubbing in with you."

"I'm sick, Webber," Callie said. "I'm leaving early."

Meredith looked around confused. "Webber? He's doing a whipple. She wouldn't accept him anyway, this lady is adamant about seeing you."

Callie glanced at Meredith's lab coat and was surprised to see the name Grey… she really needed to get away. She was making too many mistakes, things were too different here.

"She said you'd want to see her too," Meredith handed Callie the chart.

Callie eyes went wide at the name on the chart, Eugenia Hart. She looked back up at Meredith, "Where is she?"

"She's in bed four."


Callie ripped the curtain back on bed four to find Genie sitting straight up in the bed holding her purse in her lap.

"What did you do?" Callie asked in course whisper.

"Oh, I seem to have tweaked my ankle…"

"You know that's not what I'm talking about," Callie said.

"I didn't do anything my dear, you did," Genie replied. "I just opened you up to the possibility."

"The possibility of what?"

"Of different choices, different lives," Genie said. "You were stuck, and it was killing you…" She gently tapped Callie on her breastbone, "inside. You weren't happy and I could hear it loud and clear. I just wanted to help you."

"Maybe next time try an honest conversation. Don't feed me a tainted brownie and send me into an alternate universe."

"You needed to see," Genie insisted.

"I need to go back…"Callie said. "My children."

"I know, dear. I know," the old woman reached into her purse and pulled out another brownie.

"This is how I get back?" Callie asked. She took the pastry from the other woman. "So… that's it… just eat this brownie?"

"It is… as soon as you sleep again, after eating the brownie, you'll awake where you belong."

"Where I belong? Is this some sort of trick? I'm not going to wake up somewhere else completely, am I? Or back here?"

"No, dear, no… You belong with those three children, just as this Callie belongs with Sofia. They are integral to each of yours happiness. And so is Dr. Robbins."

"I know, I figured that out," Callie said.

"It won't be easy, forging your happiness. It will hurt at times. Are you up to the challenge?"

"To find this kind of happiness? This Callie has the perfect life."

"Oh no, no, no… don't make the mistake of assumptions," Genie warned. "Her life is far from perfect. The moment may be right, but she has some tough times ahead. The difference is she is with the person she was meant to be with, good times and bad. You are not."

"Will I… have tonight? I mean, will I fall straight to sleep after eating the brownie?"

"You can do anything you want, dear. You can try to sleep now, or you can let the course of the day flow and fall asleep tonight as usual. As long as you remember this one isn't yours. She belongs to someone else."

"Of course… I know. I just want have this feeling a little bit longer. What if…"

"What dear? What's your concern?"

"What if I go home and eat the brownie and my goodbye was in a crowded hospital corridor? What if… my Dr. Robbins doesn't, you know, like me?"

"Your Dr. Robbins needs you as much as you need her, she just doesn't know it yet. This little glimpse at what could be… may have changed your perspective, but she's still in the status quo. She'll need a push… you'll have to be the one to reach for your combined destiny. If you are brave enough. And you are going to have to be brave, Callie Torres. Braver than you've ever been."

Callie was about to ask some more questions, but Meredith chose that moment to appear. "Did Dr. Torres get you all taken care of Ms. Hart?"

Genie ignored Meredith for a second and spoke once again to Callie, "You go home, eat that brownie, and make things right. Be brave."

"I will," Callie smiled. "I definitely will." She turned to Meredith and a said, "Dr. Grey, take good care of Genie here. I've got to get home. Where I belong."

Callie turned and walked away without looking back. Just as she was about to go out the door she heard the old lady asking Meredith about her wedding ring and if she was happy. Callie smiled and left the hospital behind, just like she would soon leave this universe.