Wherever you will go Chapter 25 - Remedy, a grey's anatomy fanfic

***WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS THE SUBJECT OF ASSAULT.***

Chapter 25: Remedy

Arizona had been pleasantly surprised at how much she enjoyed the company of Callie's old friend. Yes, he was a little hands on and crude, but she wasn't someone who would cringe at dirty comments or men thinking they could turn her. Sipping on her beer, she was sat next to Mark, who was growing more and more ballsy by the minute. "So, Blondie. What do you two get up to in private?"

"Mark, cut it out. Arizona doesn't need to see you drooling over our sex life." Callie laughed.

"Sure she does, right, Blondie?" Sloan placed an arm around Arizona's shoulders.

"Um, no, but to answer your question? Very very hot things." the blonde laughed as she watched the tall guys mouth drop. "Too hot for you to handle."

"Wow, um, okay then. That is me told." he smiled. "I'm just playing with you, Arizona. Your a great girl."

"Um, thanks?" pink lips gave an awkward smile. "You're drunk, Mark."

"Yeah, so are you." he shrugged.

Moving away from Mark, the blonde sat herself next to her fiancé. "So, what happened with you and Mark?"

Callie turned to face the blonde and smiled. "Do we really have to do this right now?"

"Do what? I'm just asking you a simple question." Arizona shrugged. "Unless there is something you really don't want me to know?"

"No, I don't want any secrets between us. I just, it was a long long time ago. Like really long."

"What was?"

"We were best friends and we just kind of slept together a lot of the time." the brunette shrugged. "That's all."

"That's all?" the blonde scoffed. "I um, I guess it's not a big deal then huh?"

"Nope, it's not, so please, don't try and make it one." Callie smiled as she pressed a kiss to Arizona's lips. "It was a million years ago, and I'd never, ever go down that road again."

"Why is that? I mean, I didn't know you used to sleep with men." the blonde quizzed. It wasn't an issue, it was just something that had never came up in conversation.

"Seriously? After making love to you, I'll never go down any other road again." red lips smiled.

"Mm, well then." Arizona smirked as she imagined her fiancé on top of her that morning. "That's settled I guess."

Pulling out her cell to check the time, Callie couldn't believe how late, or early it was. "Arizona, shall we head off soon? It's 4am."

"Nope, I'm staying for the stories Mark has promised me. Right, Sloan?" the blonde threw him a wink as she downed a shot of Jack.

Gaining a glare from the brunette, Mark stuttered. "Um, I was just playing with you, Arizona. I don't have any stories to tell."

"Hmm, sure you don't." blue eyes narrowed. "Maybe we'll hang for just a little while longer, baby. I'm enjoying myself right now."

"Well okay then." Callie smiled. Leaning in close, she spoke barely above a whisper. "But when we get back, I'm taking you in that tent."

"Oh! Is that so?" Arizona placed her hand on her fiancés thigh. "Maybe I'll be too tired."

"Yeah, and maybe I can wake you up a little. You know, that thing I do with my tongue?" brown eyes darkened.

"Okay, enough. I'll take you right now if you don't stop." the blonde husked as she pressed a kiss below Callie's ear.

"Hey Mike. I could use a little help here." Callie called out to her agent who was now putting the world to rights with the other guys.

"Sure, Cal. What do you need?" the older guy crawled through the tent space.

"I need to get Arizona back to our tent. She's done for and I can't move her alone. She may look small, but trust me, when she's drunk, she's impossible." the brunette laughed. "And I don't trust Mark to keep his hands to himself."

"No worries, come on. I'll get one side, you get the other."

"Baby, come on. It's time to hit the sack." Callie whispered as she bent down to pull her girlfriend to her feet. She truly was out of it. The atmosphere had clearly got to her because Callie had never seen her fiancé drink so much. They'd been chatting and drinking, and before she knew it, the blonde was a mumbling mess who could barely keep her eyes open. She knew it was the tiredness of the day that had taken over, but the consumption of alcohol hadn't helped.

Managing to guide her out of the tent, Callie and her agent held the blondes drunken body up and carried her back to their tent. "Hey, I really need to use the bathroom. Can you just wait outside the tent until I get back? I'm worried she will vomit and with the state she is in, she may choke. Just listen out for her, yeah?"

"Sure. No problem." Mike waved for the brunette to go. He knew she would have to wait, so the sooner she left, the sooner she could get back and he could head back to his drinking buddies.

Peering inside the tent, Arizona was flat on her back with all four limbs spread out. Fuck, she's hot. The older man smirked. Glancing down her body, he could see that the blonde was wearing nothing underneath her shorts.

Stepping inside the tent, he kneeled down and ran his eyes up and down the drunken body in front of him. Placing a sweaty yet cold hand on her thigh, the blonde smiled, unable to open her eyes or form a sentence. "C-Callie?"

Dancing her way back to her tent, Callie glanced around for her agent. Oh great, Mike. I ask you to do one thing and you've gone. The brunette laughed to herself. That's men for you, Torres. Pulling back the material door, she found the blonde not in her bed. "Um, Arizona?" hearing the sobs, she rushed inside and got on her knees. "Baby, what's wrong? I'm here. I'd just gone to the bathroom."

Moving out of the way in time, Callie watched as her girlfriend emptied the contents of her stomach all over their bed. Arizona looked small sat in the corner of the tent, knees up to her chest, with a blanket over her. "Come on it's okay. Don't cry, its only sick. Let's get you back into bed. It's not ideal now that there is sick all over it, but I'll cover you with this blanket."

Removing the item from the blondes body, Callie grinned. "Baby, you have no pants on."

Unable to form any words, blue eyes glistened as the blonde looked up at her fiancé. "I-I"

"Arizona, I don't think either of us are in any fit state for anything other than sleep tonight." Pulling the blonde up to her feet, Callie focused on the marks down her shins, and the terrified look on her face. "Arizona, what's going on?"

Watching as she once again sobbed, Callie's heart dropped into her stomach. "Arizona, I need you to speak to me. Please?" Wrapping the blanket around her fiancés half naked body, the brunette had a tonne of thoughts running through her mind. "D-Did someone come in here while I was in the bathroom?"

"Y-Yes." the blonde couldn't bring herself to look at the other woman. She felt awful, and right now, she wanted to die. Her body ached, and she felt like her skin was crawling. Looking down at her body, she could see where she had fought him off. The tips of her fingers tingled as she touched them, and as she brought them up to her face, she found dried blood behind her nails. Running her fingers through her hair, she sighed before wrapping her arms around the brunette stood frozen in her spot. "H-How long were you gone for?"

"I don't know. Twenty minutes maybe? Arizona, why don't you have any pants on?"

"He, um, he-" feeling the bile rise in her throat, she placed her hand over her mouth before she heaved once more. "I c-can't, I, uh"

"It's okay. Take your time. I'm here." pulling the blonde into her, she placed her head against her chest and ran her fingers through her hair. "I've got you, baby."

"Callie, he, I can't believe he, oh God." Arizona tried to form a sentence. Feeling her girlfriend rock her, she calmed a little and tried again "He tried to, but he didn't."

"Who tried to, Arizona? I knew camping was a bad idea. People just let themselves into each other's tents." Callie started rambling. She felt guilty for leaving her fiancé. "I mean, who does something like this?"

"Mike." Arizona spoke barely above a whisper.

Silence. Nothing but silence filled the tent, and when Callie finally realised what her fiancé was saying, she pulled back and looked into sad baby blues. "Yeah, Mike. I asked him to wait for me to get back because you were out cold, baby. I didn't want you being alone, so I asked him to hang around outside the tent and wait for me."

"No,Callie. It was Mike."

Brown eyes widened as she too felt bile rising in her throat. Unsure of what to even say to the blondes statement, Callie shook her head. "What?"

"It was Mike. He, um, he tried but-" blonde curls shook. "I'm sorry. It's my own fault. You told me not to dress like this."

"Woah, wait a minute." the brunette held up her hands. "Don't ever say that, Arizona. Don't ever think that anything like what has just happened is your fault. Please." a tanned thumb caressed a pale damp cheek. "You can wear whatever you like, or at least you should be able to. No one has any right to put their hands on you. No one."

"I thought it was you at first." the blonde lifted her gaze. "I thought you were in here with me. When I felt my shorts being removed, I looked up." tears freely falling, she tried to continue. "He, um, h-he had his pants down, and you know, um, he w-was t-touching himself."

"Oh God!" Brown eyes closed as Callie's own tears fell. Bringing her hands up to her face, she sobbed. Her agent, the guy who had helped her get to where she was now, the guy who she worked her ass off for, had tried to rape her fiancé. She had always imagined him as another father, her best friend at one time, and now, she wanted to rip his balls off and feed them to him.

"I could feel his breath all over me as he lay his body on top of me. I could feel him on me. I just, I froze, but then I felt my reactions kicking in and I just went crazy. He was talking, but I couldn't make out anything he was saying. He just, he was on me. I lifted my knee as hard as I could and he jumped up and I screamed. I screamed so fucking loud but this place is like living inside a club. The music was too loud but I screamed."

"Oh, Arizona. I'm so sorry." the other woman's heart was breaking with every word her fiancé spoke.

"I punched him. I clawed at his face and then I punched him."

"I need you to stay here for one minute. Can you do that? I need to get the police." Callie's voice trembled.

"Please come back, Callie. Please hurry." the blonde begged. She was still drunk, but her ordeal had been more sobering that either of them had thought.

"I will. I promise." the brunette stepped out of their tent and glanced around the area. Spotting two police officers over towards the bar, she picked up her pace.

"Hey, Torres!" Mark Sloan called out as she walked past the bands tent. "Shouldn't you be getting down and dirty with that hot piece of ass you have in your tent?"

"Fuck off, Mark."

"Woah, that's no way to talk to your friend. Come join us. Mike just got the shots in. Come on." Mark tugged at the brunettes wrist.

"Mark, if you don't take your hand off of me, I'll fucking break it."

"Hey, what's going on out here?" Callie's agent crawled out of the tent. Scratches evident on his face. "Hey, Cal. Thought you had called it a night."

Hearing the words come from the older man's mouth, Callie saw red. Turning to face him, her knee connected with his groin. "You fucking animal."

Feeling Mark hold her back, she threw her head back and head butted him. Releasing his grip, he held on to his nose as he watched the brunette run at the man who was now on his knees holding himself between the legs. "I'll fucking kill you." Callie pushed her agent onto his back and straddled him. "How do you like it? How do you like feeling helpless while someone is on top of you?" she landed punch after punch square in his face.

"Stop, alright, stop." Mike threw his hands up between the two of them and forced the brunette off of him. Pulling himself to his feet, he laughed. "She wanted it Callie. She wanted me. Lay there with no underwear on, she wanted it."

"One more word comes out of your mouth and I swear to god I'll kill you, you piece of shit!" Callie glanced over his shoulder as she seen the two police officers approach.

Stepping closer to the man, she laughed. "Tell them. Tell them what a fucking animal you are."

Unaware of the officers behind him, he leant in and whispered into the brunettes ear. "She wanted it, Cal. She was soaked."

Once again, with a swift kick to the balls, Mike was on the floor. Stepping over him, Callie approached the officers. "I'd like to report a sexual assault."

"If you could come this way, miss, we will have someone with you shortly."

"No, it wasn't me. It's my fiancé."

Reaching her tent, she found Arizona curled up on their bed. Knowing this was going to take some time, and some help, she knew they were in for a long morning.

Having spent the entire morning down at the hospital and giving a statement to the police, the couple where now in the safe confines of a hotel room. Arizona hadn't spoken for over three hours, and Callie was growing more and more worried. Lay with her body pressed against the blonde, she noticed her breathing had evened out. Lifting her head and peering over her fiancés sleeping form, Callie gently removed herself from the bed.

Picking up her cell phone, she sent off a quick text to the one person she had never imagined she would message again. Mark Sloan.

Have they arrested him yet? - C

Hey, Torres. Yeah, he's with them now. I think I broke my hand as well as you breaking my nose. That's me off the drums for a while. Mark.

How did you break your hand? You never could handle your drink. - C

I may or may not have given him a smack myself after you left. Mark.

Why did you do that, Mark? Don't get yourself into trouble. - C

I was just sticking up for you and your girl, Cal. I'm happy for you, and Arizona is awesome. Mark.

That's sweet. Keep in touch, yeah? - C

You take care of yourself and that girl of yours. Mark.

Hearing a whimper, Callie returned to her fiancé. "Baby it's okay. I'm here." Sliding back into the bed, she wrapped her arm around Arizona's stomach and held her tight. "I'm here."

"Callie?" the blonde quietly spoke.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for looking after me. I know I brought this on myself, but thank you."

"Hey, what did I tell you? You didn't bring anything on. Please don't say that, Arizona."

"D-Did he ever try anything with you?" the blonde questioned.

"What? No. No way." dark curls shook. "I'm so sorry for leaving you with him. I've known him for a long time and he has never done anything to suggest that he was that kind of person. Arizona, I never would have left you with him if I'd of known. Jeez, I even made a joke when I asked him to help about how I didn't trust Mark."

"Callie, this is not your fault." Arizona turned to face her fiancé. "What he done, or tried to do, could have been anyone."

"Yes, and if I hadn't trusted him, if I hadn't left you with him, it wouldn't have been you." Callie sighed. "This is my fault, Arizona."

"It's not." the blonde stated as she lay on her back. "Mark seems like a good guy. I mean, he's a little much at first, but he's a good one. I think I could grow to like him."

"I know. I broke his nose. Then he broke his hand."

"What? How did you break his nose?" the blonde furrowed her brow.

"He tried to stop me from attacking Mike, so I head butted him. Then he punched Mike on your behalf once I'd left, and broke his hand. That's his career stopped for the time being."

"Shit. W-Would you thank him for me?" Arizona glanced over at her fiancé, making as little eye contact as possible.

"Already have." Callie smiled.

Staring at a spot on the ceiling, Arizona felt tears forming. She had tried to forget about the early hours of the morning, but as she closed her eyes, all she could see was her fiancés agent on top of her. Glancing at Callie, she too was in a stare. "I'm, um, I'm just going to take a shower." the blonde slipped out of bed and made her way into the bathroom. Closing the door behind her, she locked it, and turned on the taps.

Callie knew the blonde hadn't gone for a shower. She knew she was sat in the corner of the bathroom, sobbing. It was the third time she had done it that day. The brunette desperately wanted to help her fiancé, and she wanted to hold her and tell her everything would be okay, but she couldn't. She couldn't because she would be lying. She didn't know how Arizona was feeling, she had never experienced a sexual assault, so to try and imagine the emotions running through the blondes body, was useless. Climbing out of bed, she made her way over to the bathroom door and sat on the floor. Just like she had earlier in the day. "Arizona, I'm just outside the door if you need me. Please don't shut me out, I love you."

"I'm okay."

Callie knew that her fiancés statement couldn't have been further from the truth, but she didn't want to push her. Instead, she would sit on the floor, and wait for her to unlock the door, and then she would try to figure out what to do.

Settling back against the wall, Callie pulled her guitar from its case. Tugging at its strings, she let the music fill the air.

When the pain cuts you deep

When the night keeps you from sleeping

Just look and you will see

That I will be your remedy

When the world seems so cruel

And your heart makes you feel like a fool

I promise you will see

That I will be, I will be your remedy

No river is too wide or too deep for me to swim to you

Come whatever, I'll be the shelter that won't let the rain come through

Your love, it is my truth

And I will always love you

Love you