THE OTHER WAY AROUND

Pairing: Callie/Arizona

Summary: Callie's out, Arizona's a newborn, but slowly progressing to becoming a toddler.

Rating: T

Disclaimer: All characters referred to in this work, including the settings are the properties of ABC and Shonda Rhimes. This material was written for pure fun and pleasure and no profit is earned from it.

Chapter 12

Arizona felt her back hit a cold wall and warm lips crushed into hers. She was about to protest when she felt a tongue slip inside her mouth and danced with hers. She was powerless. She was kissed deeply and thoroughly, as if the mouth was trying to feed from hers. Her knees almost buckled but strong arms held her up.

She could not keep her eyes from closing when a soft body pressed into her. She wanted more, no she needed more. She opened her eyes to see another already darkened with passion. "Calliope," she whimpered.

"Say it," the voice commanded. Her only response was a moan. She felt nibbles in her ear, then a whisper. "Say it Arizona, just say the word and I'll do anything you want, for as long as you want." The voice was low and husky, driving her passion further.

Arizona moaned.. "I....-"

…… and woke up with a start.

Shit... it was just a dream. She looked menacingly at her pager, wanting to hurl it against the wall for interrupting. She looked around; she's in an on-call room, in bed, alone. And definitely no Calliope. Argh.

Arizona wanted to scream, or hit something, or somebody. She was frustrated, not to mention horny. And having sexy dreams about Callie was not helping at all. The pager beeped again and she stood up.

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"You paged?" her question came out harshly than she intended. What? I'm not in the mood!

Mark turned around and smirked, "well it's good to know that Callie is not the only one who is frustrated."

Arizona was not in the mood, "is there a good medical reason why you paged me Dr. Sloan, or you just wanna chat?".

"My my did somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed? No need to snap at me." The peds doctor just stared at Mark. "Fine fine, here," he pushed a chart to her, "I need a consult. His name is Kevin, 10 years old. Multiple lacerations and third degree burn at his back. He has some medical history that needs to be looked into."

Arizona looked over the chart, and she felt her mood getting back. Nothing like a good pediatric case to calm one's hormones. She spent the next hour working on Kevin with Dr. Sloan. She was still not that in a good mood to resume calling him Mark. She contemplated on calling him "Manwhore" but decided against it. It might not sit well with Callie, even if she was the one who suggested it. So she resisted, she does not want to get into Callie's bad side. Although… I wonder how bad can she get when-…. Argh focus… don't think about her and sexy and dirty thoughts!

After they finished talking to the boy's parents, they walked back to the nurses' station. "So," the plastic surgeon started. The blonde didn't bite; she focused on the chart in front of her. "Oh come on now Robbins, don't ignore me. We are now connected, albeit indirectly. We now have something in common."

Arizona slammed the chart down, the nurses startled and cringed away. She raised her brows at Mark, daring him to continue.

Mark, ever the dense one, continued. "Your Calliope had been a pain." The blonde just rolled her eyes at his insinuation. "I can't even talk to her without her barking at me. Even Christina had been complaining, as in Dr. Yang. You do know Dr. Yang right?"

"The cardio obsessed chick, yeah I've heard of her."

"Exactly, Yang is the dark and twisty one but she had been complaining that Callie's been moping and being bitchy!"

"So, talk to her, she is your friend not mine."

"Why would I do that, when we both know you are the reason for her bitchiness lately."

"Me, I haven't even been that near her these past weeks, why would it be my fault!" Her tone was indignant.

"Well that is exactly the problem, she haven't been near you. You women and your games."

"I'm not playing any game. Besides, if she wants me, she knows where to find me. "

"Well our little Callie is not one to pursue people. She likes being chased."

"Well, there's the problem then, Dr. Sloan," she glared at him, "I don't like chasing people either."

"So where does this leave both of you, and us who are lucky enough to be at the receiving end of her patience."

"We're on a standstill. I'm sorry I cannot be of help to you but until Callie's gonna man up, or woman up or whatever, to admit that she was wrong of her assessment of me, you just have to grin and bear her moods." She turned abruptly before Mark could respond.

Addison sneaked behind him, "you know I would like to say you go girl, but I don't think that would be right, with Callie being our friend and all." She just shook her head.

"She's feisty, that one."

"Who, the horny orthopedic or the frustrated pediatrician?"

"Blondie, I just hope they find a way to deal with all these attraction because seriously it's getting out of hand." Mark grumbled. "This morning, I just asked Callie how she was and she told me to piss off. Then at lunch, she stole my sandwich, and then smacked me when I tried to take it back."

"Don't be such a baby Mark, it's just a sandwich. I'll buy you one, just stop whining. Just be selfless and think of it as a donation to the cause."

Mark just scoffed.

"Although you have a point there, earlier she asked me when I was leaving, she was hopeful that it would be soon." Addison frowned.

"That's because you have been teasing her," Mark accused.

"You were the one who started it."

"You didn't have to go along with it."

Addison poked Mark in the chest, "so now it's my fault why our friend is frustrated and bitchy."

"That's not what I said," Mark said, becoming defensive.

"Oh yeah because you didn't imply that at all." This time, Addison's tone was sarcastic. "You're such an ass."

"And you're such a bitch."

"Ass!"

"Bitch!"

A throat being cleared distracted them, they both turned to see Bailey glaring at them. She passed by them muttering "stupid doctors." They also noticed that their little argument caught the attention of the nearby nurses.

"Oh god, this is so wrong," the redhead said. "We are fighting over Callie's sex life!"

This elicited a laugh from Mark, and Addison followed shortly.

"We need to do an intervention."

"Oh no Mark, let's not meddle okay. I love my life and I don't want Callie ending it by breaking each and every bone in my body."

"Oh don't be so dramatic!"

"I'm dramatic? Weren't you the one who was whining because Callie stole your sandwich over lunch."

Mark just rolled her eyes, "fine, whatever, I'm dramatic. It does not change the fact that we still need to do something for Callie, to pull her out from this... this... whatever mood she is in."

"What do you suggest? Hire her a hooker?"

Mark smiled and his eyes twinkled at the thought. He got smacked again, for the second time today.

"What, you suggested it. And I happen to like it." He smiled at the thought.

"Mark, even if we do that, you won't be allowed to watch. So stop drooling."

"Fine, you're no fun at all. I suppose we can take her out for drinks later."

"Okay, I'll leave you the job of convincing Callie to go with us." Addison glared at him, "and be nice when you talk to her. I don't wanna be dealing with a bitchy Callie in the last few days I'm here."

"I got it, I got it. Geez! Women!" Another smack in the head silenced Mark.

*******

"Excuse me, Dr. Robbins, these are for you," a brunette handed her some films. "I was instructed by Dr. Sheperd to hand this over to you."

"Thanks um...,"

"Julie, I'm a radiologist. We've met a few weeks back"

"Oh yeah I remembered," Really? I don't remember you. "Sorry, I'm just terrible with names." She apologized.

"Oh it's no problem. I was on my way to the cafeteria, do you wanna join me?"

Arizona hesitated, she looked up to see Julie smiling brightly at her. Well why not, lunch in the company of a beautiful woman won't be so bad.

"Sure why not," she stood up and fell into step with Julie, chatting with her on the way to the cafeteria.

At the far end of the hall, Callie fumed at the scene.

"Green is not a good color on you." Mark nudged her.

"What do you want Mark?" Callie's tone was harsh.

"You know what, I don't deserve this from you. Granted that we teased you but come on Callie we tease each other a lot and you never get mad. But lately, you hardly talk to me or to Addison, and when you do, you're either annoyed or irritated. And we just want-"

Callie interrupted, "is there a point for all this whining Mark?"

"Yes there is! We miss you okay... we miss you."

Her friends tone appealed to her. Callie knew that she had been a bitch lately and maybe she does owe them an apology. "I'm sorry, I didn't even realize what I was doing," she said softly.

Mark placed his arms around her and ruffled her hair, she scowled at him but he just held Callie tighter. "It's okay kiddo, just don't completely get angry with us okay. You're hell to be with when you get all Cruella Deville."

"Okay," Callie responded, burrowing herself further into his arms. She feels exhausted, not just from her workload, but all these feelings and emotions are sucking out all the energy from her.

"Don't worry, Pappy is here to make you happy. We are going out for drinks later, and Pappy is not taking no for an answer."

"If you stop referring to yourself as Pappy, then maybe I will join you."

"Alright, we're painting the town red tonight, or green." Mark teased, only to be elbowed by Callie.