A/N: Okay I know it's been a while but I just had a week full of mock exams and I am exhausted but I knew that I should get something up here.
Arizona's POV
I'm getting married again is the only thought my mind can process as the water from the shower inside my overpriced hotel room runs down my body. Though the water is warm all I feel is coldness. I can't believe this is what my life has spiralled into. Four years ago my life was what I could only describe as perfect. I had the women of my dreams who I was sure I was going to spend the rest of my life with and was the head of paediatrics at one of the top teaching hospitals in the country. Now I have no job and am about to marry my best friend.
My thoughts are interrupted when I hear a heavy knock on our hotel room door. Figuring it must be the steak we ordered I step out of the shower and begin to dry myself. Suddenly I hear a massive bang from our room. It gives me a fright and I lose my footing while drying myself and I tumble to the floor. My next thought is Sophie. I quickly gather myself together grabbing a hotel robe from the stall and pulling it around my body. I walk across the bathroom taking a deep breath of encouragement before I turn the door knob and exit the bathroom.
The sight I see before me takes my breath away. Callie is here. In my hotel room. In Vegas. With Mark Sloan. The involuntary gasp I let out must have caught her attention because she's looking at me now. I don't break eye contact with her because I don't seem to be able to. I hear Sophie banging on the door demanding to be let in but I can't seem to even make the effort to move. What the hell is going on?
Callie breaks eye contact with me first as she turns to look at Mark who seems to be leaving. I hear them speak to each other quietly but I can't grasp what they are saying. Mark leaves the room and leaves just Callie and I alone.
"What are you doing here?" I seem to have remembered how to form words with my tongue.
"Arizona" she sighs heavily seeming to be disappointed by my reaction to her presence in my room. I got over my initial shock at seeing her here and now I realize that the emotion which seems to be taking over is anger.
"No, what the hell are you doing here Callie?" I ask her again because she seems to have felt the need to not answer me the first time.
"I just want to talk"
The lame excuse that comes out of her mouth makes me scoff.
"You came all the way to Vegas just to talk? I have nothing to say to you!"
"I love you"
This response took me by surprise.
"Wha-what?" my words seeming have failed me again.
"I love you Arizona. I'm in love with you. I've never stopped loving you"
"What the hell am I supposed to say to that?" I ask in a cold tone. My does she always find ways of turning my life upside down.
"You don't have to say anything. That's not why I'm here"
"Then why are you here Callie?" my confusion taking over the anger I felt.
"I told you I need to talk to you. Can I talk to you Arizona?"
Despite my better judgement I nod my head numbly.
"Can we?" she gestures to the couch and I nod again as we make our way over and take a seat. She sits a couple of inches away from me and I wait for her to speak. She seems nervous and it softens me a bit. She takes a deep breath and begins.
"I didn't sleep with Mark during or after our marriage"
"Callie we've been through all this" I begin cutting her off but she does the same in return.
"No Arizona let me finish. When you started hanging out with Sophie more often I began to feel jealous. You laughed off my claims that Sophie looked at you as more of a friend and that just made me angry. The last time I had that suspicion was with George and Izzie. He laughed at me and then hopped into bed with her the same night. And I know that you're not George but once bitten twice shy I guess. I started hanging out with Mark more often because I knew how you would react. I saw the jealously it ignited in you but that just spurred me on even more. I guess it made me feel important you know? It made me feel that I was worth losing. That I meant something."
"Why are you telling me this Callie? What does it matter now?"
"It matters because I hurt you. It matters because I'm sorry. I am so sorry Arizona. I fucked it up. I fucked us up" her voice cracks and I see tears in her eyes. I'm not letting her take the blame for this.
"No Callie. You might have loaded the gun but I pulled the trigger. I should have trusted you. I was your wife I was supposed to trust you and I am sorry for that. I should have known you would never cheat on me. I guess deep down these past few years I knew that but I was just too damn stubborn to admit that I was wrong. That I made a mistake. You didn't fuck us up Callie. We did. It was our fault"
There was a long silence after that but it wasn't uncomfortable. It felt normal. Just like when we had a long day at work sitting on our couch too tired for words but just glad to be in each others company. But this wasn't our home and we weren't married anymore.
"How did we end up here Arizona? How did this become our life?"
"I have no idea Calliope"
This left another silence. Only in this silence I noticed that Callie had her eyebrows frowned making the face she always made when she had something on her mind.
"Say it Calliope" I knew she had something to say.
"When did you start?" she finally let out.
"What do you mean?"
"On the drugs Arizona. When did you start on the drugs?"
I let out a gasp. I knew she knew but her talking directly to me about it was different. It suddenly felt disgusting and I felt ashamed. I took a deep breath before speaking.
"I took my first pill the night I threw you out"
Callie looked up at me with shock in her eyes. It was quickly replaced with hurt and then with an emotion I knew all too well on Callie. It was anger. She hopped up from the couch.
"So when you were heart broken and fragile that bitch was shoving pills down your throat" it wasn't a question.
"Callie please" I began "don't talk about her that way"
"Arizona you've been a junkie now for over two years over that twisted whore I'll talk about her any damn way I like!" at this I stood up too.
"What did you just call me?" I may have made some wrong decisions but I am not a junkie.
"Well what do you prefer Arizona? Pill popper? Crack head? You know the list of names for you type of people go on"
"I AM NOT AN ADDICT" my anger is back now. How dare she come all the way to Vegas to insult me?
"What the fuck are you talking about Arizona?" she starts looking around the room for something. She seemed to find what she was looking for as she makes a beeline to my bed. When I see my bag on hand bag on the bed I make chase after her but she gets there before me and holds the bag up out of my reach while looking through its contents.
"Well surprise surprise" she calls out sarcastically when she pulls out the contents Sophie and I had bought earlier dropping my handbag on the floor.
"Give it to me Callie" I demand.
"Why should I? I mean Arizona Robbins isn't an addict she doesn't need this"
"Just give me the fucking bag Callie"
"Admit you're an addict" she replies keeping the bag out of my reach.
"I'm not an addict. I can stop anytime I want"
"Well you don't mind if I get rid of this then do you?" she asks.
Not waiting for a reply she makes her way towards the bathroom. Knowing her attention I am right on her tail.
"Give it to me Callie" I demand as she dangles the bag over the toilet.
"No I don't think I will"
She rips open the contents spilling half of the bundles into the toilet bowl. Suddenly I don't know what I am doing as I fly towards Callie. I seem to have taken her by surprise as she topples over hitting her head off the corner of the counter on her way down onto the cold hard floor. I start to quickly pull the loose bundles off the floor. I stick my hand into the toilet water trying to salvage as much as I can when Callie makes her way back up. I look at her with surprise and then regret when I see a deep gash on her forehead. She looks back at me with anger and then disgust when she spots my hand in the toilet bowl. I immediately remove my hand from the water.
"Fucking pathetic" she spits with such venom that I quiver.
"Callie I'm sorry" but my lame apology seems to have fallen on deaf ears as she exits the bathroom. When I stand up and follow her out of the bathroom she is already at the front door. She doesn't take a glance back before she opens it and leaves.