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.

AN: Ok… so you guys get one more. Your Superbowl present. Enjoy!


Chapter 55

Arizona's POV:

"No. I didn't tell him that-" I start but am cut off.

"He said that you-"

"George. I don't care what that man told you. I told him NO." I spit back into the phone. A beeping tells me I have another call. Glancing at the screen, I see my number one priority's name pop up. "Ummm… George. That's Calliope on the other line. I'll call you later." Without letting him get another word in, I accept Callie's incoming call.

A smile immediately replaces the pissed off look I had on my face talking about the latest farming fire. "Hey baby, what's-" I start, but she cuts me off.

"I'm ready." I can practically hear the smile in her tone of voice.

"What?" I ask, a little lost at the suddenness of her statement.

"Addison says I'm ready." She explains. Everyday, Callie has had on ultrasound to see if her body was ready for implantation, and now, after three days, she's ready.

The light bulb finally clicks. "OH! Ok ummm…" I look around at the mess I'm in the middle of right now. Farm reports and newspapers, notes and books strewn all about.

"You said that you… you wanted to be-" She starts to ramble.

"Yeah! Yeah I want to be there. Ummm… I'm on my way right now. Ok?" I reply, already moving from the den and trying to find my shoes that have seem to up and run away all by themselves.

"Ok." She breathes out. I can almost see the wheels turning in her brain.

"Ok." I restate, my own mind going a million miles an hour.

"This is happening, Arizona." She says softly, like it's just hit her. "It's really going to happen."

"I know Calliope. We're ready. Ok… I'm heading out now. I'll see you soon, baby." Hanging up, I run around the house and get my stuff then am out the door and in my truck. I don't even remember if I close the door behind me but I don't care. Tearing ass down the gravel driveway, I hit the black top and burn rubber towards town. Of course, I hit traffic and it seems like an hour before my tires find the parking lot of the hospital. Takes another ten minutes to find a spot in non-emergency parking. …it's like God is fighting me. Seriously! My wife is trying to get pregnant. Give me a break, please!

"Finally." I growl when I find an open spot. I nearly jump out of my truck, slamming the door behind me. As I walk through the rows of cars, I check my phone. A sound, almost like a dog whimpering, makes me look to the side. Instead of an animal it's a person, hunched over between two cars. I'm about to walk past this person, but another cry makes me look closer.

"Ummm… Ma'am? Are you alright?" I ask, approaching the woman slowly. She doesn't answer, just lets out a primal groan of pain. She's hunched over, gripping her stomach, her back facing me. "Ma'am?" I ask louder. She turns and my heart drops. Her face is scrunched up in extreme pain, her belly swollen, and blood streaming out from between her legs.

"Oh god." I whisper and rush to her side. "Ma'am. Ma'am can you hear me?" I ask as I try to find a hold on her. She just lets out a cry. "Ma'am, I need to get you into the ER." She nods and tries to take a step but curls up in pain. I glance around and see no one in sight. I'm a good 100 feet from the ER entrance and the wail of sirens would mask any calls of help I cry out.

"How far along are you?" I ask, taking more of her weight on my body.

"Six… six months." She's able to get out, sweat and tears running down her face. Her grip on my shoulder is strong enough to break through my skin. I glance down and see a good cup or two of blood pooled beneath her. …not good. This is not good.

"Ok. Ok." I tell her, pulling one of her arms over my shoulder to support some of her weight. We try to take a step but she just collapses again. …damn it. Pulling out my phone, I hit a speed dial and bring it to my ear.

"Dr. Addison Montgomery."

"Addison!" I yell into the receive, over the cries of the woman hanging onto me.

"Arizona?"

"I need you in the ER now. I'm in the parking lot of the hospital and I found this pregnant woman. She's bleeding badly and she, she can't move. I'm going to try and get her inside but you need to be ready." If the panic in my voice isn't enough, the scream from the pregnant woman wrapped around me

"I'm on my way." And then I hang up.

Turning my attention back to the woman in pain, I take a deep breath to calm myself, in order to calm the soon to be mother. "Ma'am, the best baby doctor in the world is just inside the hospital, but I need to get you in there."

"I can't move!" She cries, clutching her stomach. The blood seems to be running freely and not letting up. …shit! What do I do?

"Ok…. Ok…" I breathe out, assessing my options. This is totally not what I was prepared for today but I'm here now and I can't leave this woman here. This could be Calliope in six months and I'd kill someone if they left her in this condition. …she doesn't look that big. I could probably lift her, right? I ride bulls. Wrestle cows. Break horses. I can handle a pregnant lady.

"Ok ma'am, I'm going to have to carry you since you can't move. It might hurt, but I need you to be strong for me, ok? Strong for your baby. We are going to get you inside and get you help. Ok?" Her eyes lock on mine and I can see pure terror that comes from deep in her soul. "I'm not going to leave you, ok? I'm right here." She nods and grits her teeth. I take a deep breath and hook a hand underneath her knees. …jesus, ok. Heavier than I thought. My muscles strain as I hold her in my arms, taking shaky step after shaky step through the parking lot and towards the ER door.

"God it hurts." She cries, burying her face in my neck.

"I know, we're almost there." I breathe out. The only thing that pushes me forward is thinking about what I would do and how hard I would push if it was Callie in this position, if it was Callie that was bleeding and in my arms. …I wouldn't stop. I'd never stop. I'm about twenty feet outside the ER doors when they slide open and I see a stretcher being pushed out with Addison and a couple other doctors running towards me. …thank god. "Hang on, they're coming." I try to soothe the woman in my arms but my words can't be heard over her crying, and then she goes limp. …damn it! Once the doctors reach me, they help me lift her up on the stretcher and they take off towards the ER. I follow, my hands, shirt and the front of my pants saturated with blood.

"Did she say anything?" Addison asks as they push her through the doors.

"Just that she was six months." I tell her.

"Did she tell you her name?" The redhead questions. My eyes are locked onto the unconscious woman on the stretcher. "Arizona!"

"No." I reply, being shaken out of my stare. "No, she didn't."

I stand outside the trauma room as Addison works her magic. It seems like chaos as the doctors try to save the mother and her baby's life. Then I see the woman stir, her eyes fluttering open, and I don't think I've seen anyone so pale since Callie was bleeding out in my hands. …please be ok. Please be ok. I stand in awe as my best friend's girlfriend takes command of the room and within minutes of carrying the woman through the ER doors, she is being rushed off to surgery.

As they pass, the woman's eyes lock on to mine and she yells "Stop!" The doctors pushing her bed come to a halt.

"We need to get you to-" Addison starts but the woman cuts her off.

"You." She says, pointing weakly to me. I step up next to her bed and lean over. "What's your name?" She asks.

"Arizona." I answer. "Arizona Robbins."

"I'm Melanie." She replies. "Thank you, Arizona. Thank you…." She whispers, her body failing her as we speak.

"You're in good hands, Melanie. Dr. Montgomery is the best. …You're going to be fine." I tell her, placing a bloodstained hand on her arm. A tear escapes the young mothers eye and, for a brief second, our souls connect. I can feel the overwhelming gratitude this woman has for me, and I know she can feel me praying for her safety.

"We need to go." Addison says softly. We exchange a look and then they are gone. I watch as the bed disappears down the long hall, red hair flying in the wind as the top Neo-Natal surgeon in the nation fights for this woman and her baby. A shiver runs down my spine as I think about Melanie. She woke up this morning thinking her and her baby were happy and healthy. Now… both may die. I look down at my hands, now stained red with a stranger's blood. No matter how much I wipe them off on my shirt, it won't go away. Turning on my heel, I head to the elevators.

I got an embryo implantation to get to.


AN2: Getting closer every chapter.