Title: Temptation
Author: wbelisabeth
Summary: Callie / Arizona – What if they had met in Med-School?
Disclaimer: Grey's Anatomy is not mine, I do not own any of the characters, and I am not making any money.
AN: The rest of the chapters are in Seattle Grace time.
I'm still not sure about this chapter. I have a thing about structure and symmetry in my stories and this chapter is a direct result of my thing for structure. I started writing this chapter because of my vague OCD tendencies, and I thought I needed another Arizona chapter to balance. I drew a map of the story and realised that I didn't need it, but by then I had grown to like it a little, so... long story short I left it in, but it messes up my symmetry.
I hope you enjoy it. Thanks again for the continued reviews. You guys are awesome!
Chapter 6
Arizona's POV
"Hopkins is the number one hospital and I was its chief resident. I was an attending for three weeks there, and I was already the best peds attending they had seen in years. I was able to make it through a seven year program in five. I am amazing and talented and awesome, and yet sometimes, you make me feel like I'm not. You shake my foundations. You make me doubt who and what I am. You make me hesitate when I shouldn't. But then you are usually there to take care of me, to build me back up, better than before. You are the one that tells me I'm great. Do you really not see it?" Does she really not see what she does to me? ARGH. I am so angry right now. I can't look her in the eye. I can't believe I was so stupid to think that I could come here and be here friend and remain unaffected. I am so angry. With myself.
"Arizona listen-"
"I have listened and I understand what you are saying. It doesn't change the fact that I am hurt. I'll organise a hotel." I start to turn and walk. She releases me from her hold and I walk back to the apartment. To get my things.
I frantically start packing my clothes back into my suitcase. I have no self control and everything gets angrily shoved or thrown into my bag. I zip it up furiously. I'm still angry. I can't believe I yelled at her. I can't believe she took it. Whatever happened to the girl that yelled back? Where was that girl that, upon my implying that she was being too promiscuous called me a know-it-all type A with perfectionist tendencies. She used to fight me. She didn't fight me. Why didn't she fight me? I need to not be so angry right now. I need to be clearer. I need, I need to run. With that thought I reopened my suitcase and found my sweats. I know that there is little light left outside. And for a second I debate whether going for a run is really a good idea. The self defence techniques taught to me by both Colonel and Captain Robbins, my self-taught dirty playground defences and my current rage all make me very aware that if anyone does try and mess with me right now they will regret it for the rest of their lives. I slip on my shoes and run.
Right foot. Left Foot. Right Foot. Left Foot.
I love running. I love the concentration on one foot in front of the other. All I have to do is concentrate on where my feet land and what's on front of me.
Left Foot. Right Foot. Left Foot. Right Foot.
I'm so angry. She didn't tell me. She didn't want me to know. Why? WHY? Why didn't she want me to know? I'm her friend. Who am I kidding? I'm not her friend. I'm the woman who loves her.
Right. Left. Right. Left.
I speed up. That thought makes me angrier. She knows. She HAS to know.
Right. Left. Right. Left.
I kissed her. I don't just kiss all my friends!! Now she has me here for what? So I can give her some pointers or something.
LeftRightLeftRight.
I'm pushing a fast as I can go now and my legs are burning. I can't concentrate on much else except keeping my feet moving.
RightLeftRightLeft.
A flash of her lips on mine.
LeftRightLeftRight.
"You had been forbidden fruit for three years and I couldn't tell if I wanted you because of that or is spite of it."
RightLeftRightLeftRightLeft.
"I was stupid"
LeftRightLeftRight.
"I have had plenty of time to master my skills. *Ahem*, Culinary skills."
RightLeftRightLeft.
"I wanted to say that I am sorry. For - for putting you through it all again. That is exactly what I didn't want."
LeftRightLeftRight.
"I would do anything for you. You have to know that."
RightLeftRightLeft.
Her lips on mine as she deepened the kiss.
LeftRightLeftRight.
"You told me why and I saw you broken, and I'm not enough."
RightLeftRightLeft.
She pulled me closer.
Left. Right. Left. Right.
Her hands were the ones that wandered.
Right. Left. Right. Left.
She was the one trapping me to the wall.
Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right.
She felt it too.
Right Foot. Left Foot. Right Foot. Left Foot.
"You are incredible and I would do anything for you."
Left Foot. Right Foot. Left Foot. Right Foot.
I stop and catch my breath. My legs are burning, as are my lungs from the cold air. I feel calm for the first time today.
I turn around and assume a slow jog back the way I came.
I woke up tense this morning. I didn't remember that the dreams from school were so vivid until this morning when I woke up from a dream where Calliope had definitely learnt some new skills. I tried to avoid her all morning. Then Bailey happened. My sexual frustration coupled with genuine frustration got the better of me and I asked Calliope for advice. That only further frustrated me, because she had this strange blush-like colouring that made her look even more sexy than usual, breathtakingly stunning would be more appropriate. Compounded again by the persistent resident that is Miranda Bailey. Even then I was practically calm compared to my run in with Calliope. I took it all out on her. Oh God. I swore at her? I told her things. Lots of things. And asked her lots of hideous questions. Oh no.
Arizona you shouldn't have yelled! I shouldn't have sworn at her. I can't believe I used the 'f' word at her. AT her. AT Calliope. I swore at Calliope. Her eyes were so wide, I thought they were about to pop out of her head. I blink and try to shake away the conversation.
I'm still confused.
I still don't know why she didn't tell me about Erica.
I still don't know why she asked me here.
I still don't know if she feels the same way as I do.
I could tell you almost anything about Calliope Torres. Anyone could ask me anything about her and I would know how she feels on the subject, or what her answer would be. Except when it comes to me. Her feelings on me? Who knows? She's always kept them so well guarded. Even when she's revealing something, she's not. She's always been hesitant toward me, but now it seems worse. She didn't give me anything. I was yelling at her and she just took it.
I do know she wants, at least, to sleep with me, because apparently I'm forbidden fruit. That's a start, I guess.
I arrive back at the apartment feeling that beautiful peaceful exhaustion that comes from running until your muscles burn and then running some more. I look up to the window and notice that there doesn't seem to be any lights on. Nobody's home.
I have a shower. Dry my hair. Get back into my clothes and I pack my sweats back into the suitcase. Just in case I have to make a quick getaway. I turn the light off. I want her to be open and honest about whatever she says and I don't want it to be affected by what she perceives my feelings to be. She needs to talk this out with me. The dark may just give us the distance we need.
I sit on the bed. Back to the headboard. Legs out in front. And I wait.
Doubt enters my mind.
Is this really going to work?
