Disclaimer: This is AU. I do not own any of the characters from Grey's Anatomy. I just manipulate them to my will. Also, any line or phrase or setting that seems remotely familiar from any other show, movie or book, also not mine. I borrow…

AN: Awesome responses ya'll! I was going to wait to post this until tomorrow. But an outpouring of reviews came in and I just cannot say no to all my fans. Keep them coming peeps!

AN2: Soups up! Enjoy.

Chapter 21

Callie's POV

Heartache…gut wrenching heartache. That is my prognosis. I show all the symptoms. Crying, loss of appetite, loss of concentration, inability to perform the smallest task without completely losing it, disturbed sleep…when one can actually get to sleep. Estimated time of recovery? When Arizona is the one doing the gut wrenching? …The rest of my miserable life.

I've taken up residence in my living room. Putting on my pajamas, wrapping myself in my favorite blanket and throwing myself on the couch was the only thing I could think of when I finally got home. ….That's all you get Torres. Now forget her, like she's going to forget you. You had a good time, a really good time. It was a fling. Something fun. That's what you needed. Now you can get back in the game.

I don't know how much time passes, but sometime during the following hours Christina comes home to a very dark, very quiet apartment. She finds me, huddled up on the couch in a cocoon, just starring at the rose Arizona gave me. It is now the only thing on our coffee table, all medical journals and magazines shoved to the floor.

"Callie…." She says in the same tone you greet a crazy person. I just give a grunt. "What happened?" she questions. She had seen me like this before, after the last person walked out of my life without looking back. Silence.

Showing a rare moment of compassion, Christina walks over to the couch, moves the vase holding the flower and sits down in its place on the coffee table. I don't move my eyes. "Are you ok?" She asks softly.

"No." I choke out. She's at a loss of what to do. "Ummm….we, ahhh…we got tequila..." Yang's answer to all matters of the heart. She see's my lack of response. Rolling her eyes she continues "Tell me what happened."

"She's leaving…."

Not really understanding the problem "So you…."

"So I'm going to leave her first."

My phone starts going off somewhere in my bedroom. I don't make a move to get it. Christina runs to find it, knowing who it was on the line. Yang accepts the call and shoves it in my hand. I glare at her and hold the phone up.

"Hello…."

"Hey, it's me"

"What's up Arizona?" I ask, trying to sound like my normal self.

"I'm not bothering you, am I?"

"No, no. I'm just uhh…I'm doing something but no you're fine."

"Oh…ok well, I was ahhh…I was wondering if you'd meet me somewhere tonight?"

"I uh…I don't.."

"I know you're busy Calliope, but I'd like to talk with to you. About…ah…about this…about us." …There it is. Another version of 'we need to talk'.

"Yeah, ummm…I'd like to talk to you too."

"Ok, great. Can you meet me at the ranch we were at yesterday? Say…630ish?" …what the hell?

"Yeah, ok, great." I try to sound excited "I'll see you then Arizona."

"Ok, I look forward to it. Bye."

"Bye." …Well, that was awkward.

After hanging up, I look at the time on the screen. I have a couple hours to kill. I decide that if Arizona thinks she is going to dump me, I might as well make it hard for her. …even though I am the one who's going to be doing the dumping.

Two hours later, I am primed, plucked, and plastered. I've got my best 'casual' clothes on. It can be a challenge to find that perfect outfit that makes it seem like you didn't plan it, but still makes you hotter than hot. …You still got it Torres. Still a heartbreaker. I go over what I have to say to Arizona about twenty times. Each time it gets alittle easier to get through, but those piercing blue eyes aren't staring into my soul yet. …Ughhh I am so screwed.

Arizona…we can't work. We won't work. We both knew going into this that it was a fling. Just one of the women you pick up when you're in town and then leave them hanging out to dry when you leave.

It's just after 6, and I decide to head out. I turn to look at myself in the mirror…alright. Time to bring back Callie Torres, badass. The drive out to the ranch is tortuous. I grip the steering wheel of my T-Bird until my knuckles turn white. I am literally shaking from my nerves. …Deep breaths Callie. You know what's going to happen. It's no surprise. Just make sure she doesn't see your pain. Do not let ANOTHER person steal a part of you and let them walk off like nothing happened. I round the bend, but I don't see Arizona's truck where it was yesterday. I look at my watch, 6:48…so I'm late, one more advantage, she'll be on edge. Then I see lights flashing further down the road, its Arizona.

I pull up next to her, on the far side of her truck that she's standing by, giving me a couple extra seconds to get myself prepared. One look in my rearview mirror, I put on my best mask and exit the car. I can only hope my defenses can stand up to the destructive power of those ocean blue eyes.

…time to finally stand up for yourself Torres. Take no prisoners.

Arizona's POV:

After hanging up with Callie, I feel slightly better. She wanted to talk too, so that was good…right? Shaking myself out of my daydream, I leave Skittles and head back to my truck. I only have a couple of hours to get everything I need. It would be close, but Callie is worth the trouble. …this is going to end right. I can feel it.

6:25…ok, I said 6:30 ish. It's all good.

6:31…She's not late. 'Ish' implies a little wiggle room.

6:45….She's not going to show…What is going on with her? If I wasn't so crazy about her, she'd drive me insane.

I'm sitting on the tail gate of my truck when I hear the rumble of a very distinctive vintage T-Bird. Running to look down the way, I see Callie stopped. …She must not see me. I open the cab of my truck and flash my lights at her. …There she goes. I watch as she parks her car next to mine.

I walk around to her driver's side and wait for her to exit. Her chocolate eyes meet mine, her smile wide. …Maybe Teddy was right. Maybe it was just work that was getting to her. She walks up to me and places a gentle kiss on me …oh yea, everythings good.

I take her hand in mine and lead her to the area I have set up for our outing. The ranch we are at sits up on an outlook. I backed my truck up on an incline, so that Callie and I can lay in the bed of my truck and look out over Seattle and watch the sun set. I've got the whole works, including pillows and blankets, in case things draw on into the night…..I plan on it drawing well into the morning.

Callie takes it all in with a smile, giving a slight "wow…"

I help her into the bed, blankets laid out so that it is nice and comfy. "So what you think?" I ask, gesturing across our view of Seattle.

"Its...it's just…amazing." She says, looking at me …There's that look again.

We take a couple moments just to take it in. Finally I pull myself together "Are you hungry? I um….I brought a pizza" I say, while reaching for a pizza box. "And! And…..wine. Red, of course." Holding up a bottle of wine and two glasses. Callie gives me a look….what was that? Panic?

"Umm…actually I'm not really hungry. How about we just have that talk?"

Surprised I say "Umm…yeah. Yeah ok. …Quick and dirty, like ripping off a band-aid." She just gives a forced chuckle.

I try to collect my thoughts. I had everything all planned, a nice, neat speech all prepared. But my mind never functions normally when I'm near her. "Callie, I umm….I've really enjoyed the time we've spent together…" She gives a small nod "and uh…and I had hoped-."

She cuts me off "You know what Arizona, you don't have to say it."

"I don't?" Feeling slightly relieved….she feels the same way! Awesome!

"Yeah…I mean, we both knew going into this…whatever this is that it was for a limited time." …wait, what? "We are both adults…we both knew what this was going to be. Purely physical." …woah, woah, woah. Hold up.

"Callie, that's not-"

"No, I know what you do. You come into a new town, and see a fresh slate. It's all part of the game, right? I get it, trying to fit in with the boys?" She's getting pissed off now.

"Cal, you're not-"

"But you know what I don't get? Is how you could be so cruel as to let me think that you might actually be interested in ME. I mean, with the coffees and the amazing date? Do you do that with all your pickups, or just all your doctors? What, is Teddy next on your list?"

Ok, now I'm getting upset. "Calliope, you got it-"

"No, Arizona! You don't get to talk until I'm finished. You come into my city, bat your blue eyes, and flash those dimples and have people fall over you…why me? Huh?"

I get down from the bed of the truck, I need to do something. I start pacing back and forth. Callie is sitting on the tailgate.

"Callie-"

"And then this!" She points to the pillows and the blankets and food. "You do all this to dump a girl? What, want to string her along til the last second, then, th-then you cut the line and leave her to drown in her tears?" I just stare at her, I'm fuming, words are getting mixed up in my head and I can't say a word. "But then again, maybe its my fault, huh? I mean, I was eating it all up. I was stupid enough to think that maybe we could actually work. But we can't, we would never work. I mean look at me, and and and look at you.."She motions her hand up my body.

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" I say, trying to control my anger.

"I was raised in Miami, in a multi-million dollar house. The best education money could buy. I'm a SURGEON! Well known and sought after in my field. And you, you grew up in the back woods of Colorado. You..y-you-" She tries to find the words, but I fill in for her.

"I wore my brothers hand-me down jeans and boots. Raised and worked on a farm. Went to public schools, didn't get a college degree… And I ride livestock for a living." She just gives a shrug. …how,h-how is this happening? "So you ah…..y-you don't date-"

"Hicks" Callie cuts in coldly.

All I can do is laugh and shake my head. I make a few more laps back and forth, trying to calm down. "I thought I knew you Callie, I thought that-"

"No, you don't know me. You didn't bother to get to know me. You just wanted to wine and dine me, then fuck me so you could add another notch to your bed post. And I was ok with that. Just sex, sex and no strings, but then you started pulling out all the stops…the coffees and the notes and the Italian… Well, I'm done Arizona. I'm finished." She says, getting down from the truck and coming to stand in front of me, making a showing of how serious she really is.

"Oh, so…what, you were just in this for a couple of good fucks? Now you've got what you wanted and now you're, you're, you're…what? Cancelling your stud service?" I've stopped my pacing, standing right in front of Callie. Those eyes as cold as ice. …That's all I was, wasn't I? Just the flavor of the week. How did I NOT see this?

She thinks for a second, then gives a small laugh "What did you think was going to happen?" She whispers almost condescendingly. …that I'd tell you I love you, and you'd feel the same and then we'd ride off on the back of a horse into the sunset. …She's right, what did I expect?

I stare right into those cold eyes; eyes that once made me shiver in pleasure, now make me shiver in regret. "I don't know, but I made one huge fucking mistake." I go to my truck, slam the tail gate closed and launch myself into the cab. Firing up the engine, I peel out, not even bothering to look back.

…Heartache…gut wrenching heartache.

AN3: Now…bring on the hate mail. Come on guys…lots of story left. Maybe Callie will get her head out of her ass…