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"How about now?" she asked her.

Then she was gone.

When she walked, almost ran out the elevator, she regretted it almost immediately. The doors almost closed on her - she was frozen momentarily.

Callie was pregnant. Callie moved on.

Was it so easy? It wasn't easy for her. She couldn't get over Callie. She could never get over Callie. She couldn't sleep with someone else. She couldn't love someone else.

It was just Callie.

It had to be Callie.

Or so she thought.

She shouldn't have walked out of the elevator, she thought now. She bailed again.

That was it, she decided.

They had to be finished now.

"Fuck.." she whispered. She stared at the floor in front of her, adrenaline pumping, head pounding, ears ringing - heart beating rapidly, she thought she might fall over.

"Robbins? What's wrong?" she heard, looking in front of her. She was still standing directly in front of the elevator doors, looking rather disheveled and bewildered.

Her savior back to sanity, she thought briefly.

She shut her eyes and took and deep breath, then running her fingers through blonde hair. She smiled tenderly at the inquiring resident that stared at her back at her with curious eyes.

"Alex, heading home?" she asked.

"Yeah. I am. What's the matter with you?" he asked, pressing the elevator call button and looking back at her.

"Nothing, nothing's wrong," she murmured, turning around to face the elevator again, hoping Callie wasn't still on it.

She wondered what her reaction was. She remembered those eyes, they were so desperate. "Forgive me," they seemed to say. She almost laughed at her own reaction, slipping out as if by instinct. God, she was pathetic.

"Still trying to get to Torres? All she needs is ti-" he started to say.

"Stop," Arizona said.

"Look-" he continued.

"Please. Stop," she told him. She shook her head and laughed a little, watching the elevator doors open to reveal the pink walls and no trace of Callie.

She sighed in relief.

"Seriously, you looked like you were about to have a heart attack," he told her, walking in after her and pressing the button to the main floor.

"I think I did," she murmured, leaning back against the wall.

"Right.. it's gonna be a bitch working under Stark for a year. Did you move your stuff back in yet?" he asked, watching her as she stared at nothing in particular.

"No, I think I'll be staying back at the hotel until I find a place."

"What? But I thought you were-"

"I think we're finished," she told him, cutting him off.

"What?"

"Callie and I. I think we're finished now," she told him, as the elevator doors opened.

She hurried out and scanned the area, finding no sign of Callie. She was quite relieved, but a little disappointed.

"Why?" she heard behind her.

"Look, just give her-" he continued, but she rushed off to the main doors, exiting the hospital.

Alex hurried behind her.

"What the hell, Robbins? I'm trying to be your moral support, you need-"

"Callie's pregnant," she told him, finally standing still.

"Oh..."

"I told her my problem was that I always bailed and then asked her for another chance and she told me she was pregnant with Mark's kid and asked me if I still wanted another chance. And instead of discussing it, I ran out of the elevator before it closed," she explained, staring up into the night sky, trying to make sense of her words.

"So, yeah. I bailed again. I fucked up. Again. And now we're done for real and there's no way I can get her back," she told him.

"You can get her back. You just didn't know how to respond," he said, trying to soothe her worries.

"I'm not sure I want to.."

"What?"

"Get her back," she told him.

"Oh. Damn."

"Yeah.."

He had only been looking at her back, but he watched as her shoulders slumped and saw her head shift downwards, indicating that she was now staring at the floor.

"Have a drink with me?" he asked.

"Sounds amazing."

End 7x12

7x13

It was a terrible morning for sobriety. Not even a hangover to keep her distracted. When your body is physically miserable, you're able to counter most of what you wanted to avoid thinking about when you'd started drinking in the first place. But Arizona hadn't drank as much as she had planned to last night. She didn't talk to Callie and she thought that maybe she should have instead.

So rather than drowning out her miserable thoughts in alcohol, she ended up staring at her three glasses of wine, rather than drinking them. Her mind was swimming with thoughts, with possibilities.

Did she want it, after all? She definitely wanted a kid with Callie. Had wanted. She should have stayed to talk, to do something. But because she bolted out of those elevator doors, she ended up sleeping in the hotel she was previously staying at before she'd begun moving her things back in.

Now she'd have to move them out, she thought.

But not yet.

Before she had noticed, Alex was drunk. So the bartender asked Arizona to take her drunk friend home, else he'd pass out right there on the bar. She reluctantly agreed and quickly escorted Alex into a taxi before heading back to the hotel by herself.

Now it was morning and she was getting her habitual morning coffee in the hospital. Then she saw Callie and Mark walk through the doors and she quickly walked off to avoid them.

But she knew she'd have to talk to her. But she couldn't see them together. Not now.

"Don't even-"

"Callie."

"You're a coward, Arizona."

"Please-"

"I don't want to hear it, I can't forgive you for walking away from me. Again. You always leave and come back when it's convenient for you. Not this time. I was right, I was always right. I love you, but we can't work," Callie explained as she raised her voice.

"You slept with Mark and now you're pregnant!" Arizona yelled.

"You left me! In the middle of an airport! I didn't even know if I'd see you again! After I quit my job and all of my friends and you just left! Of course I tried to move on with my life!"

"By sleeping with Mark? The minute I turn around, you're by his side. Always. I wanted to spend my life with you, Callie. Not Mark. You! Now he'll always be there. Always!"

"You don't get it, Arizona, you never did.."

"I don't get you," she retorted.

"We can't make this work," Callie grumbled, turning to leave.

It was her moment to beg. To make it work. To have a chance to change it all. She watched Callie as she turned to leave, watching her back - quite possibly watching her leave forever.

"Maybe that's for the best," Arizona said.

It was a stab to her chest and she knew the power in those words when Callie's shoulders flinched. She watched her back, and watched her as she turned the door knob to leave.

"Not maybe. It is for the best," Callie said, shutting the door behind her.

Arizona watched the door in silence and knew now, that she would drink it all away tonight.

"You are unbelievable!" she yelled, slamming the door behind her.

The vibrations of the door shutting echoed in her ears as her head pounded, and she stood in place, staring at the shut door just in front of her.

502. Callie's apartment. No, wasn't it Arizona's? Probably. But Callie was moving back. Weren't they moving back together?

Maybe.

Had Arizona heard?

She heard nothing beyond that door, either.

A soundless hallway. She was trapped between two doors. Mark's and Callie's apartments, respectively. She was standing between their doors and like an obstacle that didn't belong. And her head was pounding incessantly.

Had Arizona heard too? Were the three of them going to be a family?

What was her reaction, was it like her own?

Who cares.

Same situation, twice.

The baby he wanted. Part of him, it's part of him, he had told her.

Was there anyway that they could-

No.

Definitely not.

She was not changing her life for him. She was so reluctant to love him again, but she kissed him again and they were happy. And she allowed herself to love again, but not strongly or fully because -

Because of something like this.

God, the possibilities always seemed to take the form of reality and fuck with her.

She clenched her fists and fought back the tears that were burning her eyes, of which were almost released a few minutes ago. She watched him as he watched her back, ridden with guilt, yet ecstatic for the child.

He was hurting because he knew she'd leave. Those eyes were pleading for her not to leave. Those eyes, they weren't the same.

They wouldn't be the same eyes again.

She'd never look into a set of blue eyes and find herself madly in love. Not again.

His child.

Their child.

Callie and Mark.

Mark and Callie.

It could have been hers. He wanted it to be hers. He wanted her to stay.

She didn't want to stay.

She couldn't stay, she thought, feeling the tears trickle down her face. She held her hand to her mouth and took a deep breath - which came out quite erratically. The tears now fell onto the hand which held her mouth, and she thought that she would die if she didn't get out of there fast.

Everything was flashing, pounding - but everything was blurry because her tears were blinding her and heating up her face.

She paced down the hall and mashed the down button for the elevator. And he didn't come after her.

When the doors opened, she stumbled into the elevator, pressing the down button furiously. As the doors finally closed, she pressed the "Stop" button and crumpled to the floor, allowing her tears to finally flow and that pounding in her head to instead take the form of soft wails which seemed louder than she thought they were going to sound as she cried for the man she tried so hard not to love.

When the elevator doors opened again, she was on the main floor of the apartment. She walked out and felt the brisk wind of the night cool her heated body. She managed to get herself together, her breathing had finally returned to normal.

She looked terrible, but it didn't matter at this point.

She didn't know what to do with herself or how'd she feel tomorrow but she definitely knew that she'd be getting drunk tonight.