Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters referenced in this story. All rights go to ABC and Shonda Rhimes (heartbreaker that she is). Also, this story will not follow the exact plot of the show as the characters will handle things a little differently.

EDIT: I know these chapters are still short. As I said last time, please bear with me. I'm doing my best and have had many difficulties this year including some family losses. I'm hoping to wrap this up soon so I can put it behind me and give you all the ending that Calzona deserves.

Callie scrunched up her nose and smiled as she felt Sofia's little hands on her cheeks. She had been having a pleasant dream about a vacation she had always wanted to take. Her and Arizona on a beach, relaxed and in love. She would have given anything for it to be a reality. Callie yawned a little and stretched, not quite ready to open her eyes. Wrapping her arms around the little girl, Callie pulled her close, cuddling her and enjoying the little giggles that bubbled from her daughter's mouth.

As Sofia rubbed her face into Callie's neck, the brunette breathed deeply, sighing happily and reaching one arm out to her wife's side of the bed to invite Arizona into her arms too. Patting her hand around the bed and coming in contact with nothing but the bed sheets, Callie cracked opened her eyes and peered over Sofia's head, frowning slightly. "Arizona?" she called, sitting up and pulling Sofia with her. Noticing the ensuite door was open, Callie called again, "Arizona?"

Callie yawned again and got out of bed, lifting Sofia up with her and settling the toddler on her hip. She padded over to the open door of the ensuite and sighed as she saw Arizona on the floor of the bathroom, fast asleep against the wall as she did most mornings. The mornings that Callie didn't find her wife on their bathroom floor, she would be up most of the night trying to calm her down after Arizona woke from a nightmare. Looking at Sofia, she smiled softly, "I think we'll let Mama sleep a little longer, baby girl."

With Sofia fed, dressed, and safely picked up by Meredith to go to daycare with Zola, Callie ventured back into the bathroom and sighed softly. She'd scheduled her surgeries to start later on purpose every day that week, hoping that she would be able to talk Arizona into coming back to work with her. Her wife was walking with the prosthesis, though still seemed timid about letting others see her. She snapped when Callie encouraged her, so Callie simply settled for being a silent support system.

Perching herself on the closed toilet seat, Callie reached out and smoothed Arizona's blonde locks back, revealing her face. "Arizona... Arizona, you need to wake up. Come on. Take my hands, let me help you."

Callie held out her hands to her wife and sighed softly when the blonde made no signs of movement, not even opening her eyes. "Come on, I can help you. Please, let me help you..." Crouching down, Callie smiled a little and rubbed Arizona's cheek with her thumb.

The blonde opened her eyes wearily and looked at her wife. "Callie? Where- Where am I? I'm-" she looked around, the bathroom slowly coming into focus as she became more alert and the memories of the previous night came back to her. "Oh..."

"You had the dreams again? Did you get any sleep before you moved in here?"

Arizona shook her head, "No. Well, not really. Sofia came in after I woke up for the third time and once she passed out, I gave up. Still the only room in the apartment that works."

"Maybe it's the tile. Like how people lay on it when they're sick and they need something to bring their temperature down."

The blonde shrugged, "Maybe." Searching for a change in conversation before Callie saw this as an open invitation to start suggesting new things, Arizona took her wife's hands and pulled herself up. "Do I smell pancakes?"

Callie grinned and helped Arizona back to the bedroom. "You sure do! Sofia's choice this morning... She's already gone," she added as Arizona looked around for their daughter. "Grey picked her up with Zola this morning. I'll check in when I go to work." She watched Arizona securing her prosthesis and stand gingerly. "Speaking of work-"

"No, Callie." Arizona cut her wife off before she could even finish the thought. They had had the same conversation every day that week. Ever since she'd started using the prosthetic leg more and doing things around the apartment for herself again. Every morning, Callie would get up early, send Sofia off and wait to try to talk Arizona into going back to work. "But I'm not ready yet," she thought, "I'm not going back until I'm walking properly. And I'm going to do it in my own time." Arizona met her wife's eyes and scowled.

"Alright! Fine. Not today. I got it." Callie check her watch and sighed. "I'm going to be late if I don't go now. Leaning over and kissing Arizona's cheek, she set a plate of pancakes down before grabbing her keys and purse and heading out the door.

"TORRES! HEY, TORRES!"

"Oh, not again," Callie thought and groaned internally, stopping to let Alex Karev catch up with her outside the hospital. "Karev, I told you yesterday-"

"How often is she walking?" Alex interrupted, pulling Callie out of the flow of foot traffic.

Callie frowned, a little taken aback."How often is she- what? How-how do you even know?"

Alex shifted a little uncomfortably. "I went to see her after I talked to you yesterday," he admitted, "I left the hospital and I went to your place and I talked to her."

"You did WHAT? Karev, when I said 'you want to try' I wasn't being serious! God, no wonder she was pissed when I got home! She probably thought I'd sent you over!"

"Yeah, but she walked," he argued. Callie's eyes narrowed at him and he breathed deeply before starting again. "You know that intern Morgan? She had that preemie baby, Tommy and we were hanging out all the time? I was a real ass to her and Robbins told me that I'd been a good doctor, even if I was a shitty friend. She told me that Morgan needed to be tough to get through what was happening and if hating me helped her be tough then that was okay."

As Alex talked, Callie started to see where he was going and nodded slowly, "So you're thinking this is the same thing? Yeah, no. That's not going to work with Arizona. Trust me, she hates me enough for everybody. If hate was what was going to fuel her progress then she'd be running marathons by now. That's how much she hates me."

He shrugged, "She still walked. I mean, she hates my guts but… She walked."

The brunette woman smiled softly, "She walks all the time. She's not completely stable but she does walk. She tells me she's not ready to come back to work and if I push her she hates me even more. Thanks for trying, Karev. But it's not progress." Callie started to walk away then hesitated and turned back to Alex, "Do me a favour? Don't mention it to anyone. Just… Keep it to yourself." She waited for him to nod before walking away.

"How's Arizona?" Miranda Bailey enquired as soon as she had seen Callie walk into the hospital.

"I'm... Not allowed to say... She won't see anyone. She won't even leave the house. And," Callie looked around to be sure that everyone else was out of earshot, "She's walking. She's even working with her prosthesis, but, you know, it has to be perfect. And I try to be encouraging, but then she tells me I'm pushing her."

It was nice to have someone to talk to about it, someone who wasn't Alex Karev. Someone who wouldn't bite her head off or tell her she didn't understand, or that she had made the choice herself and now had to deal with the consequences. Bailey genuinely wanted to know. She was supportive and caring and had always been a good friend to both Callie and Arizona. She was the one who talked Callie back into the wedding, the one who had married them, the one who calmed Callie down when she was worried about Sofia. She was the one who Callie could go to and ask for help. In a way, Bailey made Callie feel safe. It was hard not to talk to her.

Miranda was all for taking time off to grieve and heal. After all, she herself had taken a month off after the shooting and felt it was the best thing she could have done. But if Arizona was walking again, Bailey figured she was ready to be back. "And God knows we need her back," she thought, glancing at her patient's chart. Bailey sighed and looked up at Callie as she closed the chart again, "Tell her I say get her ass in here."

"Oh," Callie laughed as she walked with Bailey, "Sweet. She can be cranky and resentful to you."