It had been two months now since Erica had gotten into town. Thanksgiving was just around the corner. Callie and Arizona were happily living together. Mark and Lexie were still figuring things out, but officially back together. All of the drama surrounding Erica's arrival was slowly simmering down. The only person who wasn't completely over it was Mark.

Callie stood at the coffee stand, waiting for Mark like she did every morning. Arizona had gone in for rounds early, with a day full of surgeries ahead, so Callie knew she wouldn't be seeing her until later that night. While Callie was waiting, she saw Erica exiting the elevator, looking rather distraught.

"Shit…shit…shit…" Erica muttered, staring at her cell phone. "Come on…"

"Hey," Callie called, waving her over. "What's up with you?"

"There was a flood in the apartment I've been staying in," Erica replied distractedly. "They are trying to get it fixed, and are reimbursing me for all of my belongings that were damaged, but I have to find a hotel to stay in until the flood is fixed. But there is one problem. It is Thanksgiving break. Every hotel worth staying in is filled up with people who are forced to spend Thanksgiving with their families, but can't stand to spend more than one day with them. So I'm stuck calling hotel after hotel trying to find anywhere decent to stay while the idiots gut out my apartment! Oh, and I have a surgery scheduled in half an hour. So I've really got to go."

Before Callie could get a word in edgewise, she was already heading down a hallway while calling the next hotel. Mark showed up not long after, ordering his usual.

"Hey, Callie," Mark said, taking a sip of his coffee. "Where is your plus-one?"

"Rounds, I think…" Callie answered absent-mindedly.

"Oh," Mark said, oblivious to the fact that Callie was hardly listening. "By the way, there is a big dinner for Thanksgiving happening at Meredith's again this year. All of the usual are coming. You and Arizona are invited, of course. And I guess they are inviting Erica if she isn't working…I'm trying to be civil, you know. We haven't had any serious disagreements other than occasionally spitting at each other in three days. You know that has to be a record."

"Hmm?" Callie responded, finally acknowledging that he was there.

"Are you even awake, Cal? Here, drink coffee. I forget that you need at least one cup before you can be even slightly sociable."

Callie shook her head. "No, this is my third cup. I was just a little distracted, I guess. Erica just came through here, and—"

"Of course she did," Mark rolled his eyes. "Do you realize that lately every conversation we've had lately has had something to do with Erica? I swear you talk about her as much if not more than you do about Arizona."

"That's not true!" Callie immediately defended. "Arizona and Erica are good friends, so Erica is around us a lot. And because of that, we've gotten pretty close again. But that doesn't mean we can't have a normal conversation without her being a part of it."

"Oh, really?" Mark asked. "Good. So, are you and Arizona coming?"

"Coming to what?"

Mark groaned. "Thanksgiving, Callie. Get with the program."

"What's happening on Thanksgiving?" Callie asked. "Wait, speaking of Thanksgiving, that reminds me of what I going to tell you about Erica. You see—"

"No!" Mark growled, skulking away from her. "If we can't have a normal conversation, then I'm gone."

"Mark, wait!" Callie whined. "This is important."

"I'm here to talk to you about sex, relationships, and general hospital gossip. And sex. NOT about Erica Hahn," he said. Just as Callie was about to respond, his pager went off. "Now, I have a patient who actually needs me. And probably not to talk about her ex." He then turned around and left her in his wake.

"This could count as gossip!" Callie called after him. "I do not talk about Erica that much…" she muttered to herself. She rolled her eyes. "God, now I'm even talking to myself about her." She shook her head, trying to rid her brain of the blonde cardiac surgeon, and headed toward her first patient of the day.

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Arizona yawned, finally able to take a break between surgeries. Her day hadn't stopped once since it began. For the first time, she had a second to stop while waiting for Erica to show up to finally discharge Ty Mason. Not long after his surgery, a slight hiccup from the surgery showed up. Because of how drastic the surgery was, it caused some strain on the heart, making one of the valves rip slightly. It was a minor repair and easily taken care of, but to be safe Hahn and Robbins chose to keep him in the hospital and monitor him a while longer.

With her head leaning back against the central station in the Pediatric wing, Arizona began to doze off. The sound of curse words echoing down the hall jolted her awake. She scowled at Erica as she walked up, screaming profanities into her phone.

"Erica!" Arizona hissed. "We do not say those words here. Pediatrics is full of butterfly wings and fairy dust, not poison and dirtiness. Watch your language!"

"Sorry," Erica sighed, shoving her phone in her pocket. "It has just been one of those days."

"I totally understand that," Arizona replied. "But I am a lot less forgiving when you don't bear gifts. Like coffee. Or caffeine in an IV bag."

Erica laughed as they walked toward Ty's room. "Don't we all need that?"

It was only a matter of minutes before Ty was shipped out. "Just in time for the holidays," his mom gushed, hugging Arizona and attempting to hug Erica.

"Ugh," Erica groaned. "That reminds me. I've got a ton of phone calls to make."

"What's up?" Arizona asked, strolling beside her.

"It's a long story," Erica replied, plugging in a hotel number for the umpteenth time. "But the short version is, I don't have a place to stay until most likely next year. My apartment was flooded."

Arizona scrunched her nose. "Oh goodness, every hotel must be packed."

"You have no idea," Erica said, leaving the Ped's wing with Arizona trailing along behind her. "Look, you know I would love to chat, but I've really got to find somewhere to stay tonight. Catch you later?"

Arizona nodded, already knowing where Erica would be staying. She just had to convince Callie.

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"I thought you called me in here for sex," Callie whined, flopping on the bed next to Arizona. "I don't want to talk."

"Well, that's too bad," Arizona replied indifferently. "But this isn't about you. It's about—"

"Erica?" Callie replied, already knowing where this was going. "Yes, I know her predicament. And knowing you, I know exactly what you are thinking. But hell will ice over before Erica Hahn lives in my apartment."

"Oh, that's funny," Arizona sniped, scowling. "I thought it was our apartment. Remember? You asked me to move in. And when I moved in, I assumed that meant I had a say in what does and doesn't happen there. Erica needs a place to stay. She is homeless. We have a spare bedroom that is currently gathering dust. Would really rather have her living out on the street?"

Callie snorted. "I highly doubt that Erica Hahn would ever resort to living on the street. We are not a charity, Arizona. We do not take in strays. If she can't find anywhere else, then she can live in the basement of the hospital."

"Calliope!"

"What?" Callie cried. "I lived there through my entire internship and part of my residency. Once you fix it up, it's really not that bad."

"She is not some stray, Calliope," Arizona growled, her voice getting dangerously low. "She is our friend. I don't know what your problem is. If it is your past, then get over it. I will not hang any friend of mine out to dry. I thought you would feel the same. And I am extremely disappointed to be proven wrong."

Before Callie could form a rebuttal, Arizona stormed from the room, slamming the door behind her. As she reached the lobby, she saw Erica standing over by the nurses' station, terrorizing interns. Strolling in that direction, she stopped beside of her. "Stop bothering the interns. They belong to Yang; therefore they can not help but be incompetent."

"And she complained to me because I wouldn't teach her…"Erica muttered, shaking her head.

"So I have found a solution to your situation," Arizona said, changing the subject.

"Oh, you magically found rooms open at a decent hotel? Did your fairy friends make it with their pixie dust?"

"Yes, and it's in Never Land. So just think a happy, non-surgical thought and Tinker bell will help you fly to the second star to the right."

Erica chuckled. "You're crazy. You know there is no such thing as a happy, non-surgical thought. But in reality, do you have an actual way to help me out?"

"Yes," Arizona replied, still giggling at their banter. "You can come live with me."

"Oh, no," Erica said. "You mean come live with you and Callie. I'm not stupid. I know Callie would never in an eternity agree to that. This means you are going behind her back, which I'm sure you know is not very smart. You don't play with the fire that is Callie Torres without getting burned."

"Calliope will come around," Arizona answered. "No worries. Just trust me. Or do you have a better plan as to where you are staying tonight?"

"Hmm…any happy little non-surgical thought?"

Arizona popped her arm. "Erica! I'm serious! I am not leaving you out in the cold when we have a completely furnished, utterly unused bedroom that you could easily stay in."

Erica closed her eyes, breathing deeply. "Just until I am able to find a hotel?"

"Just until you are able to find a hotel," Arizona agreed, grinning. "And don't worry about Calliope. She might be a little angry, but she'll get over it. She is your friend too."

"No. You and I are friends. Callie and I are acquaintances through affiliation."

"Whatever," Arizona rolled her eyes. "My point is that she does have a heart. I could never fall in love with someone who didn't. Just give her some time to warm up to the idea of you being around. It shouldn't take too long."

"You'd be surprised…" Erica responded, but knew better than to dissuade the blonde. It wasn't like she had any other choice. "Alright. I have a surgery coming up in half an hour. It should take about three hours. After that I will get together the belongings that I salvaged from the flood and meet you to head over to the apartment. Does that work for you?"

"Sounds perfect," Arizona beamed. "See you in a few hours."

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When Callie made it to the apartment, it had gotten pretty late. She had been distracted most of the day by the argument that had happened between her and Arizona. This was the first real fight that she could remember having with Arizona since the huge fight over kids that briefly broke them up. Callie froze. The worst possible thing that could ever happen would be for Erica to cause them to break up. Too horrible to even be considered ironic. Callie shook her head, ridding the possibility and resolving to discuss this with Arizona. Just as she opened the door, laughter rang throughout the room. Callie knew that laugh, and knew it wasn't just Arizona.

"She didn't…" she muttered, opening the door. Her eyes widened in shock. Sitting on the couch next Arizona was Erica. Peter Pan was blaring from the television. Callie watched as Arizona threw a popcorn kernel in Erica's direction, giggling. She cleared her throat. Both turned to see her, Arizona hastily stopping the movie.

"Arizona, can I speak to you in our room? Now?"

Erica stood up, moving in front of the other blonde. "Look, Callie, I think there was a misunderstanding. I can leave if this isn't going to work."

"No, there wasn't a misunderstanding," Callie replied, stone faced. Turning to Arizona, she snapped, "Now, Arizona." Arizona immediately ran to the bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

"Look, Erica," Callie growled. "As I'm sure you know, the fact that you are here was not my choice. Arizona went behind my back. That is why I am beyond pissed. I came here expecting to talk everything out with Arizona, and most likely have both of us invite you to stay. She betrayed my trust. However, this has nothing to do with you. So if you don't mind, turn the TV up loudly, and try to ignore what is happening in other room. Feel free to get a glass of wine or something."

Erica nodded. As Callie turned around, she grabbed her shoulder. "Don't be too hard on her. She thinks with her heart, not her head. Not many people are like that. She is pretty special."

Callie bristled. "I know that," she replied sharply. "I don't need you to tell me that. But that doesn't excuse what happened today." Erica dropped her shoulder, allowing her to move into the bedroom.

Arizona sat on the bed, waiting for Callie to come in. After several agonizing minutes, the Latina finally entered the room. "Calliope—"

"Don't Calliope me!" Callie yelled, glaring at her lover. "How could you do that? How could you go behind my back and invite her here without my consent? Did you not even think about my feelings in this decision?"

"I'm sorry, Callie," Arizona said, her voice quivering. Callie never yelled like that. "I just thought…I don't know. I just didn't want to leave Erica without a place to go."

"This isn't about the situation with Erica anymore, Arizona! This is about you betraying my trust by going behind my back. You didn't even call and warn me. You just went on impulse and completely forgot about how I felt and my reasons for not wanting her here."

"I didn't forget," Arizona replied. "But you guys have been getting along so well. I thought once you saw her here you would come around."

"You should've talked to me about it. Erica would've been okay staying in an on-call room tonight until we worked everything out. I came home tonight planning to agree to let her stay—"

"Really?" Arizona interrupted, her eyes widening.

"Yes, Arizona. Like I said, this is no longer about her. This is about the fact that I'm going to have to wonder whether my opinion on anything matters to you anymore. Are you actually going to listen to me, or are you just going to do as you please without consulting me? That is not a relationship."

"I am sorry, Callie," Arizona quietly answered, tears flowing. "I wasn't thinking when I invited her. This is your apartment too, and I didn't listen to you at all. Please don't be mad at me. It won't happen again."

"It better not," Callie said, her anger simmering down. "But you're still on the couch tonight, in case you hadn't already guessed."

Arizona nodded, silently getting up off the bed. She gently brushed Callie's shoulder as she walked past, whispering, "I love you."

"I love you too, Arizona," Callie replied. "I just don't love you going behind my back. I'll see you in the morning."

Arizona nodded and left the room. Callie closed the door behind her. Erica entered the living room from the kitchen, walking toward the upset blonde and handing her a glass of wine. Arizona sniffled, accepting the glass of wine and moving toward the couch. "She kicked me out of bed. She's never kicked me out of bed before."

Erica shrugged. "It happens. I'm sure this won't be the last time."

"She's never been that angry at me before."

Erica remained quiet. She wasn't very good at comforting, and had no idea what to say. Picking up the remote, she finally said, "Let's finish watching Peter Pan. It's ridiculously childish and unrealistic, but it may get your mind off Callie."

Arizona nodded. The movie began playing again, and a comfortable silence fell between them. After a few minutes, Arizona moved toward Erica and whispered, "Hey, Erica?"

"Yeah?" Erica replied, all too aware of how little space there was between them.

Arizona laid her head on the other's shoulder. "I'm glad you're here. I don't what I would've done if you weren't."

"You probably wouldn't have had this fight," Erica chuckled, but knew what she meant. After a few minutes, Erica relaxed and wrapped her arms around her friend. It wasn't long before Arizona was asleep. Erica quietly turned off the movie, and slowly slipped out of Arizona's grip. Walking toward the bedroom, she shook her head. Could she really be developing feelings for Arizona Robbins? No, this couldn't happen. She could not allow herself to feel anything for the beautiful blonde that had fallen asleep in her arms. These feelings had to stop, right now.

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