Note: This is a short one. Updates may be slower in the future. Thanks for hanging with me.

"Dr. Torres, dear, thank the cosmos you answered."

"Genie?"

"Yes, yes, it's me," came the old woman's reply. "I'm in a bit of a pickle, dear."

"What happened?" Callie asked.

"I believe I've made a horrible mistake."

"Genie what did you do?" Callie growled into the phone. "Where's my Arizona? Is she okay?"

"She's fine, safely tucked away in her own subconscious. Probably dreaming of you."

"Then what… oh god," all sorts of horrible scenarios were going through Callie's mind, but one in particular took hold and made her heart clench. "She's not… other Arizona isn't dead is she?" From her vantage point in the car, Callie could see Arizona and Timothy exit the restaurant. The smile on the blonde's face was the most genuine that Callie had seen since the crossover. "Please tell me she didn't die," Callie begged.

"No, dear, quite the opposite, they've been found, a day earlier than I thought," Genie said. "I didn't account for time slip when I made my prediction."

Callie breathed a sigh of relief, "God, Genie, you have to stop being so hyperbolic, every time I talk to you I almost die of a heart attack."

"Huh," Genie huffed. "Now who's being hyperbolic?"

"Just tell me what we need to me do, and quickly, because she's coming."

Arizona was standing by Timothy's truck and they were laughing about something Callie couldn't even begin to guess.

"You just need to have her sleep, that's all, but… things may be a little bit more, um, shall we say… problematic on my end."

"I don't understand? What?"

"Well, I didn't actually explain to your counterpart who I was or why I was really there. I just told her that I was sent to help her with Sofia by her father—who, by the way, is in China on business and trying desperately to get back to support his daughter. Then, I was having a little trouble with her… trying get to her to calm down. She's rather stubborn, you know."

"Okay…?" Callie drawled out.

"I had to sedate her."

"You what?"

"I sedated her, dear. It's not a big deal, I just… can't wake her up now. She's going to miss the flight."

"What… wait, what? What flight, and you sedated her? Genie you aren't even a doctor! That's dangerous!"

"According to the Law of Infinite Probability… I'm a doctor in some version of reality," Genie argued. "Calm down."

"Ugh, Genie you are killing me here. What did you give her?"

"That's not important, what's important is she's not going to be there when Arizona wakes up. She's not going to be in Boise to greet her wife, because I messed up the time. I thought we had another day. I miscalculated the time differential because it was multidirectional."

"Wait… what, how did you mess up?"

"Time slippage, dear," Genie explained. "I miscalculated the time slip."

"What is a… time slip?"

"Sliding isn't an exact science, Dr. Torres. You don't always land at the corresponding times. It's one of the things that allows you to be unconscious in one verse while you traipse about in another. That day you spent here in this universe—this reality— was night for you there. While you were sleeping in your reality, you spent ten hours, one day in the future. Do you understand? The time line in the various universes do run parallel-ish— time is what it is— but when you jump, it's not always straight across, sometimes you slip. Time itself is always moving, Dr. Torres. Sliding between verses causes time slip, different for every universe. It depends on how far away the verse you are crossing over too, how much you will slip. The further away, the longer the slip."

"I'm not sure I understand…"

"Imagine two trains running side-by-side at the same speed. If they were very close to each other and you jumped from one to the other…," Genie led, expecting an answer from Callie.

"I… uh, would imagine I could jump between the two straight across," Callie replied.

"Exactly, my dear. But when they are further apart… in the time you are in the space between them they both continue to move forward…."

"Oh, I see," Callie finally grasped what was saying. "So we don't necessarily land at the same time that we left. But… wouldn't we always land hours or days in the past?"

"Well, that's a very good question, dear. I'm proud of you. My explanation is not a perfect analogy, because time isn't actually always linear, but that's a lesson for another day."

"Come on, just real quick," Callie asked.

"If you must know, you can 'aim' forward, well you probably couldn't—not yet—but once you reach my age you can slide forward or backward," Genie explained. "Hmmm, let's say your trains are running side-by-side again, but further away than you would be able to slide straight across, how would you jump if you wanted to end up as close to your current time or forward a bit?"

"I, uh… oh, I guess you'd jump at an angle further ahead than intended so you can land in the spot you want?"

"Exactly, my dear. You are a natural at this! I didn't quite believe it before, but I do now. You are a born Slider."

"Um, okay, thanks I guess."

"You should be thankful, you'll be able to help a lot of people in your lifetime."

"I wish I could help, Arizona."

"You will, dear, more than you'll know," Callie could hear Genie moving around on the other end of the line. "We've run out of time. You must get your charge to sleep… and soon. They are airlifting them off of that mountain and to the hospital in Boise as we speak."

"Okay, I can do that I guess," Callie said. "But… do I tell her what happened? Why her wife will be late?"

"I don't know… perhaps you should. What do you think?"

Callie looked out toward Arizona still talking and smiling with her brother, her hands flying while she shared something with him.

Callie sighed, "She deserves to know."

"Okay, uh… explain to her it's my fault that her wife won't be there to greet her. That she hadn't slept since the plane went missing and she was about to have a breakdown. Search and rescue told them it was not looking good finding survivors, and no amount of my reassurances would console her. I had to roofie her, for her own good. But, I thought I had another day."

"Wow," Callie said, then after a beat. "Did you say you roofied her? You gave her Rohypnol? Genie! You can't do that."

"I'm an old woman, dear. I make mistakes too," Genie said. "I'm not perfect. Sometimes I panic and get it wrong. And… oh… oh dear, I have to go, I'm watching Little Miss Sofia while Callie, uh… sleeps, and I think she has soiled her pants."

"Hold on one minute," Callie said. "You are calling from the other universe? You can do that? What… how… I don't understand!"

"There are many things I can do that you won't understand for years to come, Callie Torres."

She glanced back in the direction of Arizona and Timothy as she spoke to Genie, the blonde was fiercely hugging her brother goodbye. When the two parted, Tim got in his truck, and with a last wave, was out of the parking lot. Arizona watched as her brother drove off down the street. She didn't look away until his truck was long out of sight, when she finally turned and made eye contact with Callie, she immediately started walking toward the car.

"Genie, she's coming now… can't you just talk to her…"

"Oh no dear, I'm out of time… our connection is only is temporary… and not actually over the phone," Genie said.

"What does that mean?"

"It means we aren't actually on the phone, dear," Genie said. "I can't talk to Arizona, only you and only for a few minutes… which seem to be up. I'll see you soon, Callie. Send her back with sweet dreams." The phone line went dead, leaving Callie alone to explain to Arizona.

"Dammit, Genie!" For the second time that evening Callie banged her head on the steering wheel of her rental car.

Arizona slipped into the passenger seat of the car to find Callie mumbling to herself, her head on the resting on the wheel.

"Hey, what's going on?" she asked. "Callie are you okay?"

"I'm fine…." Callie sighed. She leaned back and turned to look into Arizona's concerned eyes. "But… it's time. You have to go back now."

"Oh."

"There's more…," Callie tentatively said.

"I'm dead aren't I? I'm dead and that's why I have to leave."

"No. No… of course not."

"But… Genie said they'd find us on Saturday, why do I have to go back early?"

"She miscalculated the time zone differences or something."

"Our universes are in different time zones?"

"No…, not time zones," Callie recalled what Genie has said. "You see there are these two trains… and they are going down the train tracks. You follow?"

"Uh huh, sure. I follow. Two trains. Moving along."

"Right so the two trains are moving along and then you jump… but then if you are further away it makes you slip. There was apparently double slippage because of multiple jumps. And now you have to go back tonight."

"Okay, I didn't understand a word of that Callie."

"Genie explained it better."

"Take a deep breath and tell me again."

"Basically, it comes down to Genie being wrong about the amount of time you needed to be here."

"Oh, well okay. That's fine, right? We always knew I was going home. I, uh got to spend some time with Tim and… I'm ready to go. I'm ready to see my girls."

"Yeah, that's the other thing,"

"What? What's wrong with Callie? Sofia?"

"No, sweetheart, nothing's wrong. It's… it's not like that. Your Callie was pretty upset, for obvious reasons, she wasn't sleeping and Genie felt it was best to sedate her."

"Okay," Arizona swallowed hard, "She's okay now, though, right? Callie is fine?"

"The thing is… Genie just sedated her right before they found you, so… uh, she won't be able to make it to Boise to meet you with the rest of the families when you are rescued."

"Oh," Arizona's brow furrowed. "Oh."

"It doesn't mean…," Callie started.

"No, I understand," Arizona said. "It's okay. I understand. Let's uh… get back to the hotel so I can sleep."

The ride back to the hotel was quiet, neither woman spoke, both lost in their own heads. Callie couldn't stop thinking about what Genie had told her about time slip. She couldn't shake the feeling that she learned about this now for a reason. That it was somehow important, that fate had made Genie slip up and make this mistake, but she couldn't quite put her finger on why.

Arizona's mind drifted from Callie and Sofia to Timothy to what condition she'd be waking up in. The exhaustion from the last few days was taking its toll on her, her eyes were starting to feel heavy, and the rhythm of the car was lulling her into a state of complete relaxation. She could barely keep her eyes open.

"Callie, I'm so tired," Arizona mumbled as Callie pulled up to a stop light about a block from their hotel. "I can't keep my eyes open. I guess Genie is right about one thing, it is really time for me to go back. I wonder how far back I'll slip. I wonder if I'll wake up in the hospital or still on the mountain."

Callie looked over at the tired woman sitting next to her, selflessly awaiting her dreadful fate with the utmost dignity. And in that moment Callie knew. For the second time in her life she experienced a moment of clarity—an epiphany—the first being her need to have Arizona Robbins in her life, and now this—she knew what her destiny was.

"Arizona, don't you dare fall asleep before we get back to the hotel," Callie said. "I have a plan." One that could possibly alter the course of the other reality.

"A plan? A plan to what?"

"To save you."

Callie refused to say more until they were safely tucked away in their lush suite at the Four Seasons hotel. Arizona was sat in the middle of the king sized bed, her legs crossed and tucked under, while the brunette paced back and forth deep in thought.

"Okay, Callie, talk to me. What do you mean… save me?"

Callie stopped her pacing and turned to the confused blonde, "I'm embracing this destiny stuff, sweetheart. I'm sending you back, but not just back… back back. You know what I mean?"

"I really don't."

"Back to your universe, but in the past… four days, so you don't get on that plane."

"Callie," Arizona's voice had a note of warning to it. "I don't know…."

"Come on, why else would we find out I could send you back to a different point in time? Right now—today—if I wasn't meant to do that. Seriously, Arizona. Fate placed this option in front of me and I'm not ignoring it. We are not going to get another chance like this. We can't miss this opportunity to change your destiny. We can do this," Callie insisted. "I know we can. Can't you feel it?"

"If this was possible, why wouldn't Genie have mentioned it?"

"Maybe it's a test or… or maybe it never occurred to her," or maybe it's not allowed, but Callie didn't say that part out loud. "All I know is we can't not try. Arizona we have to do this."

"What if it goes wrong, and I end up in the woods again… or god forbid, on the plane as it's about to crash? I can't… I can't go through that again."

"I know I can do this. I know I can," Callie insisted. She sat on the edge of the bed and took Arizona's hand in her own. "So, the question is… do you trust me?"

Arizona looked into those deep brown eyes and paused for only a second, "I do."

"Callie?"

"Hmm?" Callie distractedly responded.

"Why are you lighting a bunch of candles?" After both agreeing to the attempt at changing Arizona's destiny. Callie had called the concierge and had demanded they bring her a bunch of candles and some incense to their room. "You aren't doing a 'spell', this isn't… witchcraft is it?" Arizona chuckled.

"Um, no," Callie's brow furrowed. "At least I don't think so."

"Does Genie use candles and incense?"

"No, she uses baked goods. I just thought it would help with our concentration," Callie replied. She went on to explain, "When Owen and I were separated the first time—before the boys were born, I used to go to yoga all the time. It helped me deal with Owen and his… stress and adultery. There were times when I was really able to reach a sense of… clarity. I knew for sure he wasn't the person for me in those moments, I knew my destiny lied elsewhere, but it didn't stick, because I let my dad talk me into going back to Owen. Of course I wouldn't have had BoGo had it…," she trailed off. "Sorry, I got sidetracked. What I was trying to say is that I feel like I need help with this," she gestured to the candles and incense. "I think this will help."

"You are so different than her," Arizona said. "She'd never yoga."

"Hmm," Callie chuckled. "Maybe you should take her sometime, she might surprise you."

"If this works, and my leg…," Arizona's throat tightened causing her voice to become rough, "I'll definitely take her."

"It's going to work, Arizona," Callie said. "I promise."

"How far back do you think we should aim?"

"I don't know, Arizona, you tell me… is our goal to stop you from getting on that plane, or stop the plane altogether?"

"We have to stop the plane, I can't live with knowingly allowing my friends and coworkers get on a doomed plane."

"I don't know if we can change the fate of someone who died. You said someone—I can't remember the name—passed away in the crash. I'm not sure we should mess with that. What if there are unforeseen consequences?"

"Then don't send me back to the past, Callie. Let's just scrap the whole idea, because I could never live with the guilt."

"Okay, okay… all or nothing then," Callie agreed. She didn't care if there were consequences, she wasn't sending Arizona back to suffer, not if she could help it.

"We send you back four? Maybe five days, and you…."

"Postpone the surgery, so we don't have to even go to Boise… and… and I'll make an anonymous call to NTSB and have them look into that airline and the plane. I don't think it was Jerry's fault, the pilot… he said he thought it was the engine."

"Okay, let's do this," Callie breathed.

"Yep," Arizona said, she was sitting on the small couch in the sitting room of their suite.

"Okay," Callie bit her lip and looked around the room. "We do it now."

"What exactly do we do?"

"Right, um… you just go lie down on the bed and go to sleep. Try thinking about where you want to end up. What day…." Callie hoped she sounded more confident than she felt. "You know, when you want to return and I'll like… meditate and try to facilitate that."

"I guess this is goodbye then?" Arizona said, suddenly emotional.

"It looks that way," Callie replied, trying to keep her own emotions in check.

"It was nice meeting you, Callie Torres."

"You too, Arizona Robbins," Callie returned the sentiment. "Who knows, maybe we'll see each other again?"

"Under better circumstances," Arizona hoped.

"Of course," Callie agreed. "Um, you tell your Callie not to be so stubborn." She tried a joke to lighten the suddenly overwhelming atmosphere.

"I will," Arizona said. "And tell your Arizona not to be afraid of your children."

Callie just nodded. Arizona finally stood from the couch and they both fell into each other's arms. They hugged each other tight—just for a moment—then Arizona stepped back and smiled.

She left Callie standing in the sitting room while she went to the bedroom. She paused in the doorway, and simply said, "See you," before turning and entering the room.

Callie just stood there for a moment and stared toward bedroom, long enough to ensure Arizona was lying on the bed.

She took a deep breath and sat on the couch and concentrated on when and where she wanted Arizona to go.

Within minutes, Arizona was sound asleep. Her soft breathing drifting delicately from the darkened room.

Barely a moment had passed before a light knock sounded at the hotel room door. Callie was not in the least surprised to find Genie on the other side—her face unreadable. Neither said a word as Callie stepped aside and silently let Genie into the room. When the door was securely shut, Callie glanced over to the bedroom to make sure Arizona was still sound asleep. Once reassured of the blonde's slumber, Callie turned to Genie and asked what she was dying to know.

"Did it work?"