Author's Note: I know I am probably about the worst author that you guys have ever encountered and I don't even know if I have any readers anymore but I do want to offer my utmost apologies to each and every person who read this story. To be honest I had reached a particular point of serious writers block and forgot about my story. I promise with all my heart to try to be better with updating the story. If my readers are still out there, I would love to continue this journey with you all. I've been kicking myself thinking about how you all are probably upset with me. Please accept my apologies and my promise to upload another chapter before the end of this week and if I can two chapters. Now to our recently un-hiatus-ed story.
Chapter 12
Mark leaned over his skin graft that he was preparing for a burn victim. Ever since him and Callie had talked, he had been throwing himself into his work. He was happy for his friend had found the one worth fighting for, but he needed someone too. Till this accident with Arizona, Mark had always been able to rely on Torres to be his person, but now he had to find his own way; his own new person.
Marks attention was drawn from his work, with the door to the room charging forward and a very pissed off Latina entered. Callie bypassed him altogether. She began pacing back and forward, Mark could practically see the fumes rolling off his friend. He knew at this rate, the Spanish was bound to start pouring out of her mouth and he needed to stop it before it happened.
Standing in front of Callie's pacing path, Mark held her to a stop with his hands braced on her shoulders. She looked up at him. "Whoa, there tiger. What's the problem?"
Callie opens her mouth to speak only to be stopped by Mark, "English only Torres."
Callie sighs and opens her mouth to speak again. "Me and Arizona are talking again. And trust me I am overly excited about that, especially since we kissed – "
"Was there a lot tongue or was it – ow" before Mark could finish he was slapped. "You can't blame me for asking."
"Suck it Mark. Anyway that was all great but before that happened that bitch Portia kissed Arizona."
"What the hell? So what are we going to do…lab coat filled with rats….syringe filled with mucus….what's the plan of attack?" The voice drifted around the two, as Cristina came bouncing into the room from seemingly out of nowhere. "Or just ole school fighting, yeah. That's it you can show her that you break bones for a living."
Both Mark and Callie turned to their intruder. "Seriously? Have you ever heard of knocking?" Callie quipped after the initial shock of Cristina's comment wore off.
"I did but you two were too busy girling about how you and Roller Girl were just sucking face. So back to the initial question, how do we get this home-wrecker gone."
Before Callie could respond, Meredith bound into the room. "Who's the latest home-wrecker at Seattle Grace? I'm so glad it isn't me anymore."
Cristina turned to Meredith, "Yeah, you got that out of your system a while ago. But this time, its Dr. Alexander, and Callie was just about to tell us how to get rid of her." The two friends turned awaiting gazes to Callie, who stood with her mouth agape and wondering how they had even gotten to this conversation.
"One, you two are not involved. Hell, I don't even know how you even knew I was in here," Callie turned away from the two for a second then turned back around pointing her finger at them, "Two, this is something I'm going to handle on my own, comprende."
Meredith and Cristina exchanged gazes with one another, then they nodded at the other. With that they stood up and Cristina began to speak, "We totally get it. The less you know about the plan, the less likely it can be linked back to you. Trust us Callie, we have this totally under control. Roller Girl will not know a single thing, leave it to us." With that they turned out of the rooms with devilish smirks.
Callie was completely stunned and grateful. She didn't even know what to expect from those two. "You know they are about to give her hell, right?" Mark replied, effectively pulling Callie out of her current state of shock.
"Huh? Oh. Yeah but whatever. What should I do though? I mean I really want to go get a brick and break it across her face but then you and some horrible orthopedic resident would have to fix the damage. Plus I don't know how Arizona would feel if I did."
Mark looked at her for a second. "A brick, huh? Torres you got it so bad. But I do have an idea."
Meanwhile, Arizona lay in bed reminiscing about her kiss with Callie. She would be lying to herself if she said that all of the sparks she felt whenever Callie kissed her weren't there. Every day while in Malawi was filled with want, a want to taste those lips again and to be back in the protective embrace of Callie. Now she had reclaimed that feeling and it was heaven. It didn't mean that they were a hundred percent ready to move forward but it was a start. A beautiful, happy, sweet start.
When Alex entered her room, she could just imagine the grin on her face. "What's got you in such a good mood?" Alex moved to the stool in the room and moved closer to her bed and placed the small stack of cases in front of Arizona. Ever since Arizona had been in the hospital, Alex had taken it upon himself to bring her a case everyday so she could be a consult. He had missed his tutor so much.
"Well, McGrumpy, Callie and I are back to speaking." Arizona decided Karev did not need to know every aspect of her love-life, so she left the kissing bit to herself.
Giving her a quizzical look, "Well word on the outside is that you and McBadass were in here playing tongue hockey." He gave the blonde laying in the bed a knowing smirk.
Arizona rolled her shoulders to shake off her need to look aghast. "I knew this hospital was famous for its gossiping nature but I had no idea news traveled at the speed of light. Not to mention this is the first time I have ever been the topic of Seattle Grace gossip before. So Alex, who told you?"
"Well I was in Peds, then Cristina and Meredith were talking about it and something about playing tonsil tennis with Portia. Which, by the way is hot but no." Alex said with a look of obvious disdain.
"How the heck did they know? And why are they talking about Portia?" Arizona purposefully decided to bypass the Portia comment. To be honest, she had forgotten it. The kiss Callie had given her had done what Callie had wanted it to do; erase her mind of anyone but Callie.
"I don't know about that first question but there may or may not be a small bounty on Portia's head for dipping in SGMW territory. Cristina says we all got to bring our A game for this, there's a bet on who has the best prank."
Arizona just stared at him wondering what the hell was wrong with the people at this hospital, but then again had she been on the outside she would have wanted in. Then Alex leaned in close to her, "Hey, you got any inside on something she'd fall for?"
Arizona snapped out of her thoughts, "Get out Karev. Seriously does this hospital have to behave worst than the children in my Ped's ward?"
Karev stood up to make his exit, at the same time Teddy was entering Arizona's room. The blonde stopped in her tracks after spotting him, "Karev, Cristina said you can pitch your idea now. But be careful the Dark and Twisted sisters are harsh on feedback."
Shocked that Teddy was involved, Arizona let out in a reprehensive tone, "Theodora Altman, please tell me you are not involved in this juvenile scam."
Hanging her head, "Um….yeah….about that….aw come on Arizona. Lighten up, it's only a small prank, at least mine was. We're still waiting to see what Callie and Mark's idea is."
"Seriously? Callie and Mark are coming up with something?" Arizona could contain her grin, she knew how competitive Callie could get. "Tell Cristina and Meredith to come to see me."
A/N: I know I was supposed to unleash cagefighter Callie but that is to come. Any ideas on some pranks you would pull on Portia is readily accepted. Also what do you think Arizona wanted to see Cristina and Meredith for? I hope I did okay with this chapter, please review.
