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Callie stepped out of the hospital into the rare Seattle afternoon sun. Her plan was to go back to the apartment she shared with her, no, other Callie's, wife and daughter, and wait for them to come home for the evening. Being in the hospital around all those people who are all the same, yet so different, was causing her to make too many mistakes. Plus, she was getting a headache.

While she waited at the intersection for the light to change, Callie ran her hand through her hair, rubbing the side of her head where it was starting to throb. Her fingers massaged the scalp to relieve some tension and as she did so, she found yet another scar. One more question in her very long list of questions. Now she wondered if the headache had to do with what caused the scar or if was simply a symptom of the current stress she was feeling. One thing she knew, though… she needed food, not of brown sugary variety that was tucked safely away in her purse, she needed something of substance.

The light changed and Callie quickly crossed the street. She spotted the Emerald City Bar, it was popular with the hospital crowd, but she rarely went there. After the kids were born, her and Owen almost never went to bars... well, she didn't, who knows what he did some nights. She debated heading into the bar for a cheeseburger or going straight back to the apartment and hoping there was something there to eat. The ungodly noise coming from her stomach at the thought of some greasy bar food made her decision for her… lunch at Joe's, then home.

Callie stepped through the door into the familiar, yet unfamiliar, bar… the smell of alcohol and stale peanuts overwhelmed her.

"Hey, Callie! Haven't seen you in a while. You in for lunch?" Came a voice from behind the bar. A happy seeming man pouring a shot of what looked like tequila. She thought that was the Joe that owned the bar, but wasn't sure.

"Uh… yeah, sure. Cheeseburger?" She sat at the bar. The server brought out a plate of cheese fries and handed them off to Joe, who sat them next to the shot of tequila a few seats down from Callie. "Ooo… I'll take some fries too, plain though," she added.

"You on?" The bartender asked.

"What?"

"Are you on duty? You want a drink or are you going back to work?"

"Oh! Uh, yes… I mean no, I'm not going back to work. I'll have…"

"The usual?"

"Sure… and a water?"

"You got it." He smiled, "How's Arizona and the baby?"

"They are both fantastic, thanks for asking." Callie smiled at the bartender's familiarity, and assumed she and Arizona were more into going out than her and Owen ever were. The bartender sat a glass of water and a red wine in front of her. She thanked him and took a sip of the wine while she let her eyes wander over the bar. She hadn't been in her version of this bar since the boys were born.

"Callie! What are you doing here?" Cristina strolled out of the bathroom. "Why aren't you over there performing more unexpectedly brilliant pericardiocentesises?"

"Dr. Yang? What are you doing here? I thought you were repairing that guy's…"

"Teddy's doing it," Cristina waver her off. "I was on all night, needed food and alcohol," She grabbed her plate and tequila and moved to sit down next to Callie. She downed the shot, "Joe, hit me again."

"Yeah… Teddy. How is Teddy?" Callie wasn't sure why she cared so much, but she wanted to know if this was the Teddy that Owen often spoke of. And it seem liked a good opportunity to interrogate Cristina about a few things.

"Still a widow. Still hates Owen," Cristina grabbed a fry from her plate. "She doesn't get too personal with me anymore, for obvious reasons, it's all about the work. Why are you asking me anyway, she's your wife's friend, don't you guys talk?"

"She…" Callie couldn't get her words to form past the realization that Owen's Army buddy was female, not that it mattered she was half a world away and Owen would never… except he had. He'd cheated on her once, and now the only thing keeping him from completely coming apart were his almost nightly conversations with another woman. "She hates Owen? They were in the army together…"

"Well that army connection doesn't mean much now," Cristina said, she tackled another of her fries, the cheese started to harden making them difficult to pull apart.

Joe delivered Callie's burger, which she was thankful for. Her head was pounding and the red wine in front of her wasn't as appealing as she'd thought it'd be.

"Are we friends, Cristina?" Callie asked. She took a big bite of her burger and waited for Cristina to answer.

"Of course we are. What's wrong with you?" Cristina replied.

Callie carefully finished chewing her food, then wiped her mouth with the napkin, "Nothing. I just… I'm kind of in a life assessment mood. Taking stock, you know?"

"Ah, one of those moments. I know them well… being friends with Meredith and all."

"You and Meredith are friends," Callie repeated. "You and Owen… how are you guys?"

"Still married… still barely speaking," Cristina turned on the barstool and looked intensely at Callie, as if weighing something.

"What?" Callie freaked out at bit, she grabbed her napkin and wiped at her face again. "Do I have ketchup on me?"

"I think Owen is cheating on me."

Callie's eyes went wide, "Uh… I don't think I'm the best person for you to talk about this with…"

"We just established that we are friends. I need to assess too! I can't talk to Meredith about this, she'll hate him for me and I don't want that right now. Not yet. I just…" Cristina said. She poked Callie's arm, "What do you think? I mean… we all practically lived together, so you know him pretty well. Is he the type? Could he do something like this?"

Oh yeah, definitely the type, Callie thought, but she didn't know enough about their situation or this Owen to make any sort of judgments. And they all lived together? What's that about?

"Come on Callie, you've been cheated on. I know O'Malley did a number on you… and I know you knew before he told you. How did you figure it out?"

Callie didn't know anything about this O'Malley person, but she did know about being cheated on. It was Owen that did a number on her, if not for the twins, she would regret ever taking him back. "A wife just knows, Cristina. If you feel like something is off…"

"That's exactly what I didn't want to hear." Cristina sighed. She motioned to Joe for another tequila.

"I mean, what makes you suspect him?"

"Things have been tense. He's hasn't been coming home… sleeping at the hospital. I don't know… He's still so mad at me about the… You know what, whatever. I think I'm done talking about this. Sorry I brought it up." Cristina pointed to Callie's plate. "Eat your burger before it gets cold."

"Are you sure you don't want to talk about it? I'm a good listener, even if I don't have any answers for you." Callie asked. She took a bite of her burger and looked back over at Cristina while she chewed.

"Nope, I'm done," Cristina said. "The moment's gone."

They both ate in silence for a few minutes. Joe refilled their waters and left them once again to talk. "You and Robbins doing well?

"Absolutely, why do you ask?" Callie wondered if there was an ulterior motive.

"No reason. Just wondering if the newlywed phase had worn off," Cristina replied. "How's my goddaughter?"

"What?"

"Sofia. You teach her to say my name yet?"

Callie was surprised once again at the differences in the two worlds. She wondered what convoluted set of circumstances lead to her resident to being her child's godparent. "Um… she's good, but still working on her mamas' names." Callie hadn't heard the baby say anything earlier, so she assumed Cristina wouldn't know any different.

"Yeah, double duty there," Cristina said. "She's a pretty cute baby, by the way. She definitely grew out of her chicken phase. I have to admit… I wasn't sure you three would be able to make this co-parent thing work, but you are. Sloan and Robbins are even acting like… friends. Sofia is lucky to have that much doting. Good on you for making it work."

"Um, thanks," Callie said. Absorbing the added information. "You want another drink? It's on me." Maybe getting Cristina a little tipsy could get her some more information.

"Sure, why not." Cristina said. "Hey Joe? Hit me again, and put this one on Callie's tab."

They spent the next hour sitting and talking. The more Cristina drank the looser her lips became. Callie had hit the information mother lode. Cristina regaled Callie with hospital gossip and the juicy details of everyone's lives. Callie learned more than she ever expected to learn, one of those things being her resident may pretend like she doesn't care, but she pays attention to everything. Callie barely said a word during the whole conversation, just a few well-placed questions and words of encouragement and that's all that was needed.

Ellis Grey was dead. Meredith Webber, no… Grey, was married to Derek, who wasn't Addison's husband and hadn't been for a long time. Apparently here, he wasn't so dreary… they even called him McDreamy. Addison was in Los Angeles. April Kepner was still a virgin, which Cristina took great pleasure in knowing. Alex was her wife's protégé. Lexie Grey was Meredith's half-sister and her and Mark broke up because Mark kept trying to force her to be a parent to children almost the same age as her. Whatever that meant.

Callie learned that Dr. Robbins had won the Cater Madison grant and dumped her at the airport to work in Africa. She hadn't handled it well and ended up knocked-up by Mark Sloan. Then Arizona returned because she missed Callie so much, so they decided to get back together and raise the baby as co-parents with Sloan. They got married after a horrible accident in which she and Sofia had almost died. Cristina had saved Callie's life, while Arizona had saved their baby, who was born at mere twenty three weeks. She couldn't believe all they'd been through and yet how happy they were despite it. She absentmindedly rubbed at the scar on the side of her head, the headache had receded with the consumption of food, but once Callie knew the cause of the scar she couldn't keep her fingers from grazing it.

"This was fun, Callie," Cristina said. "We should do this again. Just because we aren't roommates anymore, doesn't mean we can't hang out. Plus, I like when you buy me tequila. Tell that wife of yours to let you out more!"

"I will," Callie laughed. "This was a very enlightening lunch. I really had fun. You… are so different…"

"Different?" Cristina asked as she grabbed her jacket off the back of the barstool. "Since I moved out? Not really, I still don't pick up after myself and live off of cereal." Cristina sighed, "I'm beat… I'm going to go home and sleep for hours then go stalk Owen at the hospital some more. Have a good evening, Callie."

"You too, Cristina. I really hope… I hope Owen isn't…" Callie said. "You guys seem…" She was going to say good for each other, but she just couldn't tell.

"I know, me too. Me too. Who knows, maybe I'm just being paranoid. Owen and I have survived a lot. I got him through his PTSD, maybe I can get him through this." And out the door she went.

Callie was surprised by Cristina's comment about helping Owen's PTSD. That was something Callie had failed at epically, Owen wouldn't even discuss it with her. Maybe the Yang in her world is what he needs?

Cristina and Owen… it never entered her mind before, but what if she was the resident he slept with ten plus times while they were separated? What if he loved Yang? What if Callie and Owen's reconciliation tore apart another meant-to-be couple? She refused to regret it, though, as it gave them Angus and Gavin, but now it was time for them both to be happy. She would let Owen go for both of their wellbeing. Callie felt as though another weight had been lifted. She wouldn't need to worry about Owen, he would have Cristina.

Joe returned from the back and interrupted Callie's thoughts. He looked surprised to see just Callie sitting there.

"She didn't pay did she?" Callie asked.

Joe shook his head no. Callie reached into her bag and pulled out her credit card, "I guess it's on me, then."

"You're an exceptional friend, Callie Torres."

"That's good to know, Joe," Callie smiled as she signed her receipt and left a generous tip for the man. "That's so good to know."

Callie quietly let herself back into apt. 502, she had no idea why she was being quiet, because she was alone, but it didn't feel like her home. It took her several tries, as she had no idea which key to use, but eventually she was successful. She sighed relief and took a look around. This time she paid more attention to detail than she did during her panic through the place earlier.

The signs of a baby were obvious, she couldn't believe she'd overlooked them this morning. Callie found Sofia's room and smiled at the simple, yet adorable, décor. She picked up a plush elephant, sat in the rocking chair and just took in the room. It was a good room. Sofia's name was on the wall in colorful wooden letters and on the stand by a changing table sat a picture of Callie, Arizona, and Sofia with balloons on both sides of them and a 'Welcome Home' sign hanging behind them. Callie picked up the picture and stared at it. They looked so happy.

That's when Callie realized how stupid she's been, she should be looking at her phone. If this Callie was anything like her she would have hundreds, if not thousands, of photos on her phone. She jumped up and left Sofia's room behind.

She pulled the smartphone out of her bag and made herself comfortable on the big red couch. She spent the next couple hours just scrolling through pictures of a life that wasn't hers. Pictures of her tiny premature daughter with tubes and wires and smiled with amazement at the transformation as she grew into the beautiful healthy baby she is now. She almost couldn't count the number of pictures she had of Arizona rocking Sofia in the very chair she just vacated. Apparently, other Callie had a thing for pictures of her wife holding her daughter, and she couldn't blame her, they were breathtaking together.

On Callie's second go through of the pictures, a text came through from Arizona asking if she was feeling any better. Callie replied that she was fine and inquired as to when they would be home.

From Arizona's response, Callie learned she only had one hour until her wife would be here with Sofia in tow. Callie had to make a decision, should she eat the brownie now and try to sleep before they arrived, or spend one last evening with this family that was hers, but wasn't? This family that she was growing so attached to.

Callie's decision made, she took a quick shower and dug through the dresser drawers looking for something comfortable to wear. She returned to the family room and noticed she'd received a text from Arizona informing her that they were on their way home.

The lock on the door turning caused Callie to panic. She made the wrong decision, she should have gone back. Not risked revealing herself as an impostor. Surely Arizona would know, especially the longer they were together. She grabbed the brownie out of the purse and ran into the bedroom to quickly consume it before the struggling Arizona could make it through the door with the infant carrier.

"Callie? A little help here? I'm not used to carrying all this alone," Arizona called out from the doorway. "Mark's on late tonight, so it's just me and the Little Miss."

"I'll be right there," Callie yelled, bits of brownie escaping from her mouth with each word. She chewed and swallowed as fast as she could, not wanting to keep Arizona waiting. She checked herself in the mirror before departing the bedroom to join her family. As she walked into the family room she said, "Hey, Arizona, I'm not feeling well… so I think I might just go to bed…" She was going to say 'early' but was once again bowled over by the sight in front of her. For a second time that day, she fought the urge to check her pulse at her racing heart. Arizona and Sofia were… dancing? Callie was speechless. No way was she going to bed early now.

"There's Mommy," Arizona whispered to Sofia, then louder to Callie, "come join our dance party."

Callie was going to regret not eating that brownie earlier.

The initial panic at being alone for the evening with Dr. Robbins and their child wore off quickly after their dance party and they easily fell into a routine. Callie was certainly familiar with the domestic dance of diaper changing and dinner prep.

Arizona ordered take-out and prepped Sofia's baby food, while Callie tended to Sofia's wet bottom. Then Arizona took a quick shower, while Callie fed the baby. Arizona was in and out of the shower with practiced ease and strolled back into the family room just as the door buzzed with their pizza.

The two woman enjoyed their dinner, while Sofia messed about with what was left of her food in the highchair. Arizona talked about her day, she filled Callie in on someone named Morgan and her premature baby. Callie wasn't sure who that was, but she didn't fail to notice Arizona's eyes not leaving Sofia while she talked. It made Callie wonder how hard it must be for Arizona to be around preemies, especially ones that weren't the miracle that their Sofia seemed to be. When the conversation waned and Callie realized Arizona needed a break from the sadness, she told her wife about lunch with Cristina. Callie getting ditched with the bill brought a smile to Arizona's face and Callie never wanted to see that smile go away.

That's when she realized her Dr. Robbins didn't smile like this one. She joked and laughed and smiled, but it wasn't the smile of a completely contented person. It wasn't the smile this Arizona gave her. It wasn't the smile that this Arizona gave her daughter. Genie was right. Callie had to get home and save them both. But first… Sofia need a bath, which Callie was all too happy to volunteer for.

Arizona caught up on her emails, while Callie quickly bathed the increasingly heavy-eyed child. When bath time was over, Callie dressed Sofia in some warm jammies and presented her to Arizona for goodnight kisses and snuggles before bringing her back into the nursery to say goodnight, and goodbye, herself.

Callie wanted to be alone when she said goodbye to this wonderful little girl. This little girl who'd survived so much in her short existence. Who she loved as her own, after only a day. Callie knew there'd be tears and she didn't want to explain them to Arizona.

She gently rocked her and sang the same song she sang to Allegra and the boys. As the song came to an end, she let her tears flow freely. Sofia's soft baby snores the only sound in the room. Callie sat there and held her way longer than necessary, so long that when she finally stood to put Sofia in her crib, she noticed they weren't alone. Arizona's silhouette was outlined in the doorway of the darkened room. Callie gently put Sofia down, then leaned over and kissed her one last time. She nonchalantly wiped at her tears as she felt Arizona come up next to her and lean over the railing for a sweet baby kiss of her own. When she straightened back up, she put her arm around Callie and whispered, "Was Little Miss being difficult? You took a really long time, I missed you."

Callie smiled in the darkness. "No need to miss me, I'm right here."

"Come on, it's getting late. Let's go to bed."

Callie's heart beat so forcefully in her chest, she wondered if Arizona could feel it from her position next to her in the bed. As much as she wanted to, she knew she couldn't sleep with Arizona, she wouldn't do that to either of them. This was her Arizona, and she wasn't the woman this Arizona wanted.

Arizona looked up from the medical journal she was reading and saw Callie nervously fidgeting with the blanket. She closed the book and sat it over on her nightstand and inched a little closer to Callie, who forced herself to look straight ahead.

"Hey," Arizona said. She took her hand and turned Callie's face toward her and leaned in for a gentle kiss, which Callie didn't return. "What's wrong?"

"I can't," Callie whispered.

"Why?"

"It… wouldn't be fair to either of us," Callie sighed.

"What does that mean?" Arizona asked. Confusion written all over her face.

Callie smiled gently, "It just means that I love you, but I'm not feeling myself today…" she took Arizona's hand in her own. "Tomorrow I'll be all yours again, I promise. Right now, though, I just want to snuggle while you tell me a story."

"A story? What kind of story?"

Callie scooted down under the comforter, pulling Arizona to lay down with her. Once they were settled, with Callie being the big spoon, she replied. "Our story. Tell me our story."

"You know our story, Calliope," Arizona tried to resist, but Callie's breath on her neck, and warm embrace, made it hard to deny.

"Please? I want to hear it from you, how we met… what you thought, how you felt. Can you do that for me?"

Arizona was still facing away from her wife, "Of course I can. I'd do anything for you… you know that."

"I do know that," Callie sighed.

"Okay, here goes… I guess it all started when I filled in for Dr. Kenley…"

"Wait, wait… stop. Promise me something first?"

"Anything," Arizona replied.

"Promise me you won't forget tonight," Callie's voice broke, causing Arizona to turn in her arms so they were face to face. Arizona studied her wife's face carefully as she spoke. "I know… I know it's just one random normal night, in a long life of normal happy nights, but I need you to remember it, okay? Can you do that for me? No matter what happens, remember tonight. Remember me? Please?"

"Calliope, you're scaring me. What's wrong?"

"Do you promise?"

"Of course… I promise," Arizona said. Concern still etched on her face.

"Then nothing is wrong," Callie swore. "I'm just feeling emotional today. I swear it's nothing…"

"Are you sure?" Arizona asked again. She gently wiped the tears that escaped Callie's gorgeous brown eyes.

"Beyond a shadow of a doubt," Callie replied. She even managed a smile of reassurance. "Now, hold me while fall asleep to sound of your voice."

"Okay… where was I? Oh, yeah… so, I'd seen you around the hospital, but hadn't really had a chance to approach you…" Arizona narrated their epic tale. A saga that started in a dirty bar bathroom and ended with Arizona's belief in their happily ever after.

Callie fought to stay awake as long as she could, but the strong arms, warm bed, and dulcet tones of her wife's voice telling the story of their love brought her a peace she hadn't known could exist. Her eyes drifted closed and her body succumbed to exhaustion.