"Whew! Glad I'm outta there" she said to herself.

"Glad you're out of where?" a silky voice responded.

Arizona jumped five feet in the air as she heard the voice out of nowhere. She turned quickly to see the smug smile of Mark Sloan stare back at her. He was hunched over against the wall and gazing up and down at her. It made her on edge, like he was looking at her like a piece of meat.

"Mark, did no one ever tell you it's rude to sneak up on people?" Arizona rolled her eyes as she walked away from him.

"It was never a topic of discussion. Where were you glad to be out of?" he pried.

"My office is quite stuffy" she lied "It was too warm"

"Oh" was all he could say.

"Why are you following me?" she asked awkwardly.

"I'm not, it's a free hospital you know. So valentine's day is coming up, got anything special planned with your other half?" he continued.

Arizona clenched her fists, even in this reality, whether he meant it or not he could still get under her skin. Valentine's day was a precarious subject with the fact that her husband was who she would spend it with. It brought up some uncomfortable issues for her that she would rather not think about but here was Mark Sloan bringing it up.

"I don't know yet. What about you? Going on a tirade to seduce lonely, unwitting girls in a bar for your valentine's day?" she snapped.

"Ouch!" Mark laughed "Hit me where it hurts why don't you. No, I have someone I was hoping to spend the night with but it depends" he quizzed.

Arizona frowned and shrugged as she made her way down the corridor, Mark still following closely behind. She was away from the PEDS ward now and the corridor was mostly empty.

"On what?" she said, taking the bait. Before she could comprehend a response the door to her left clicked open with a hand from behind her and she was pushed relatively hard into the room. The much lower but unsteady high heels made it difficult to regain her balance right away. But again she couldn't because Mark, who was in an exam room he had pushed her into had closed the door and was now right in front of her.

She was about to yell or demand an explanation when he grabbed her roughly by the waist and jammed her against himself and a metal desk. He slid one hand around her waist and one travelled up her back.

"Mark-" she began but he crashed his lips against hers and shock took over. She was stock still for a moment as she tried to recover from her surprise and push him away. He was surprisingly strong, he towered above her and his grip was strong around her waist. She tried to pull her head back but he simply moved his forward. He had her held so close she could barely move. It had her panicked a little, it was a side to Mark she had never dealt with.

Eventually Arizona managed to slip her hands between her own body and his, her hands placed firmly on his chest. With all the power she could muster she pushed him away and it was enough that he stumbled back, a grin plastered to his annoyingly handsome face.

"What the hell was that?" Arizona raged and Mark shrugged, unapologetic.

"Come on, Blondie. You like me, admit it"

"Hell no, I'm- I'm married!" she replied.

"You stuttered"

"I what?"

"You stuttered when you were saying you were married. The last couple of weeks you've been acting really strange and...distant. Especially with Michael. Maybe you're ready or a change?" Mark offered and Arizona nearly gagged.

"You think I'm acting a little, what was it, distant? And you assume that means I want to cheat on my husband?"

Arizona still felt so out of place when saying husband but she certainly prefered pretending to be Michael's wife over Mark Sloan's new fling. Arizona knew what was different about Mark in this reality, he was the man-whore now, to what he had previously been in her reality. Even the real Mark she knew wasn't so upfront or forceful. He would wait to be invited.

"You try anything like that again and I swear I will kick your ass" Arizona warned and ran out of the room.

"That sounds fun!" she heard Mark yell as she rushed away and back to her office. The door had been closed again and Callie wasn't inside. She hadn't expected her to and she was glad because she was close to tears right now.

Closing the door and locking it behind her she sat down at her desk, placing her elbows on the desk and head in her hands she began to cry. Sobbing into her hands, strong, heart-wrenching sobs.

She felt like she was losing her mind. Between putting up her front to Michael, her kids and everyone else she also had a ravenous Mark Sloan coming onto her and dreams which taunted her and reminded her of the other life she so intricately remembered.

By now she was just exhausted and all she wanted was to curl up and go to sleep, hopefully waking up in her normal, familiar life where Mark Sloan was the baby daddy, not stalking and near enough attacking her in exam rooms.

After a few minutes of serious hyperventilating she finally had herself under control. Pulling the box of tissues from her drawer and wiping her eyes before a foreign voice interrupted her.

"Hey, what's up? Are you crying?" came Michael's concerned voice as she looked up and saw he had closed the door and walking gingerly towards her.

Arizona tried to put her best smile on "No, I'm fine"

"You don't look fine" Michael disagreed.

"Really, I am" Arizona promised. Michael came over and kneeled down beside her. As he kneeled he was just at her eye level.

"You know you can talk to me right. I feel like I've been saying that a lot lately but you can" MIchael said, baring his eyes into hers. Arizona gave a genuine smile and nodded.

"I know" she whispered "I just-" she trailed off. Michael put a hand on her back. She expected to flinch a little, especially after Mark's actions she felt particularly jumpy, but she didn't. Instead she felt herself relax. She always felt safe with Michael, and had since the day she met him. There was something that felt so familiar to her but she couldn't place it.

"I've just had a long day"

Arizona felt the nerves inside her grow more prominent as she walked, or rather led blind-folded through what she was sure was some sort of wodded area by Michael. Today was valentines day and Arizona had quite honestly been freaking out at the idea, especially when she was given the night off with Michael and Karev had offered to babysit for her.

At that moment she was sure she was going to carry out the threat she had given the 'real' Karev and hit the nerdy one wth a brick. She had forced a smile and tried to cheat the system by asking where Michael had planned on taking her. He had been dropping less-than-subtle hints all week and quite frankly Arizona was on her last nerve.

It hadn't slipped her mind that considering today was the most romantic night of the year that Michael would be expecting something to happen, after all they were a married couple, despite how much Arizona didn't reciprocate the feelings associated with Michael, at least not like she did with Callie.

"So Michael" Arizona started after fifteen minutes of small talk or silence "where is it we're going?" she asked as she listened to the crunch of crisp and soaking leaves under her boots.

"You'll just have to wait and see" Michael teased.

Arizona hated camping. Hated camping. She knew when Michael had said to bring a fleece or two and boots that they were headed outdoors. Arizona didn't know what was real anymore but she accepted she wasn't going anywhere, at least for the moment and if she had to sleep with the guy she didn't wan't it to be on cold, hard ground in the middle of nowhere.

"I'm not afraid of surprises" Arizona said "I-I-I wish I was but I know we're camping. You know, and I'm pretty sure we're smack dab in the middle of one of Washington's fine national parks, and I'm trying-I'm trying to have a good attitude but this whole blind thing is just not helping matters" she rambled.

She heard Michael sigh to himself "So this is you with a good attitude" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Arizona scoffed in return "Uh, fine I'll shut up"

In attempt to gage anything past the pink blind-fold she looked up, trying to see anything past the edge.

"Okay, hey! Are you peeking?" Michael warned. Arizona shrugged "No!"

"Okay, alright" Michael said, stopping her from moving forward "Are you ready?" he said with a note of excitement.

"Are you ready? Are you ready?" he said shaking her shoulders. Arizona tenses up and waved her arms, trying to show excitement matching his "Yeah!"

Michael pulled away the blind-fold and Arizona stood silent. This wasn't what she was expecting. Not at all.

"Derek's trailer?" she said blandly. Michael ran forward to the wooden deck and waved the keys.

"I figured he wasn't using it, so I asked for the keys" he said happily.

Arizona gave a weak smile "We really are camping" she said disbelievingly.

She frowned, feeeling a little disappointed at the prospect. However, she saw Michael watching her and he seemed rather happy about the idea so she didn't want to be rude. She perked her smile up and clapped her hands "Fun, fun. Yes! Fun!"

Michael smiled back and then went to open the door as Arizona walked up onto the deck.

Arizona made it to the door where Michael was holding it open for her "Ladies first" he offered and she walked in.

Arizona thanked him, keeping her head down and slowly walked inside. First, she noticed the atmosphere. Instead of cold and bleak it was warm and colourful. All red and beige drapes hung from the windows and walls. Then there was the candles which were brightly lit and decorated with red covers and glitter.

She was a little surprised but her mouth dropped completely when she looked down the lenth of the trailer and saw the bed, all red duvet and pillows. The red draped hung there too and there was lingerie sitting on the bed. At the kitchen area sat a bottle of red and white wine with two blue-tinted wine glassed by the side. There was also a box of chocolates sitting to the left, next to the kettle.

Arizona smiled brightly, completely taken back by the decorations and preparation Michael had put into the trailer.

"We're not really camping" she mused, pulling her hat up from her eyes and glancing quickly at Michael to see his pleased reaction. Michael let out a hoarse laugh "No! You hate camping"

"I do" Arizona muttered "I really do"

"I mean it's almost camping" she heard Michael say before turning to face him, her eyes still on the rest of the trailer. Arizona breathed a sigh of relief. In fact she was rather excited by the surprise and thought put into his little prank.

"-Except their's lingerie.." he said pulling down the zip of her coat to which she muttered an almost inaudible 'oh' in surprise.

"-There's no one around for miles..." he whispered seductively to the last part and Arizona to her own surprise found herself smiling as he leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She didn't feel herself pulling back on tensing up, instead she felt more relaxed than she had in weeks. More happy than ever since she entered this weird new world. Maybe this was what she needed, to relax. She felt Michael wrap his hands around her waist and pull her towards him. She quickly slid the bag off her shoulders and leaned in to kiss him.

With his hands now clamped tightly around her waist she felt her feet being lifted off the ground and swivelled around. She was back on the ground again, facing the window she had been standing in front of and Michael slowly pushed forward. She was walking backwards as they kissed and before she realised Arizona fell back onto the bed.

"Oh, didn't...realise...we were...moving back" she chuckled in between kisses. She yelled in surprise when Michael lifted her up and lightly threw her onto the bed, climbing on top of it. Leaning over her as she took of her coat and and gloves, flinging them aside.

If anyone had told Arizona that she would be alone, making out with a guy...ever. She would have told them they were crazy. However, all the lines had been blurred with her arrival in this place. She had kids, a husband. Callie was with Owen, not best friends with Mark and Teddy was nowhere to be seen.

The next morning Arizona woke up before Michael. He was sleeping peacefully beside her and snoring into the pillow. His arm was draped over her stomach, fingers wrapped round the curve in her side. Even muffled, the snoring was still quite loud, it reminded Arizona of the way Callie was. She snored badly and spread her arms and legs over every inch of the bed she could reach. It always annoyed Arizona because she was squashed into the side of the bed and had little to no covers at some points, but she missed that now.

Last night had been enjoyable for Arizona, but she felt guilty, like she was cheating on Callie. However it was one thing she could strike off her list, sex with a guy, not that it had ever been on her list.

Then she remembered that 'Callie' was married to Owen. Once again, the arguement of whether to live this life or try and get back the other complicated everything, impaired her judgement.

Arizona squinted as she looked at MIchael. It was odd how alike he and Callie slept, her 'Callie'. The whole position and posture. Then it occured to her that they even said the same things. They both constantly asked her if she was okay, they had the same facial expressions, the same tone of voice when they were angry. They were both laid back and relaxed

Arizona slapped herself on the forehead in annoyance. It just hit her. Michael was Callie. He was everything Callie was, only he wasn't her exactly. Arizona couldn't believe she hadn't noticed it sooner. She had to figure this out more. She was sure of herself once again. She just hoped she was right about this because she couldn't stand the helplessness she had felt when she first arrived. She was just about ready to admit herself to psych.