Calzona Reconciliation: Scandal Edition.
Disclaimer: I do not watch Scandal, and after watching this scene, decided that Olivia and Fitz have a strange co-dependent relationship. And I hope that Calzona getting back together is waaaay different from this. I do not like this.
But! I did spend time writing it. And it may still act to entertain you. So, uploading anyway.
As soon as the surgery ended, Callie rushed into the scrub room. She needed to get out of there. She needed to think about what the hell had just happened.
Because she could have sworn that Arizona had been flirting with her. Shamelessly. In the middle of a freakin' surgery.
And that was just crazy. So she needed space and time to prove to herself that that definitely wasn't what had just happened.
But she had only been scrubbing out for a minute before Arizona flew through the glass door, her eyes intently searing holes into her ex-wife's skin.
She didn't know what she'd been thinking. Trying to flirt with Callie as if they were still somehow okay. As if they still meant something. As if she still meant something to Callie.
All she knew was that — now that she knew that she did, in fact, still love Callie, in a real, big, dream-about-her, smile-at-the-thought-of-her kind of way — she needed to tell her.
She needed Callie to know. Arizona found her miraculous, and she needed Callie to know.
When Arizona made no move to move or leave, Callie regretfully turned off the faucet and turned to face her, feeling a nervous ache settle in her stomach. "What were you doing in there?" She tried to keep her voice sharp, demanding an answer.
Arizona pursed her lips. How did Callie's intent stare still manage to make her so nervous? "What do you think I was doing?" she countered.
Callie rolled her eyes, groaning in exasperation. "I don't know! Entertaining yourself? I mean, what was that? We've been divorced for two years. We've moved on. Why were you flirting?"
Arizona widened her eyes. "Callie," she began. "How could I move on?" The concept was foreign to her. She couldn't move on. She'd tried, but she couldn't. How could she move past her true love? There was no moving on from Callie. There was only Callie.
At that, the brunette's eyebrows furrowed. What was Arizona saying? Then, she surrendered, "Look, we meant a lot to each other once, and —"
"No. No!" Arizona interrupted sharply, making Callie jump. "Don't do that. Don't belittle us, Callie!" What had she meant, that they "meant a lot to each other once"?
Was that it?
Oh, we "meant a lot to each other once." No. How dare she. That didn't even begin to describe their love.
Callie felt her eyes bulging with every word that flew from her ex-wife's angry lips.
"You don't get to do that," Arizona continued. "You don't get to try to drive me away by making us out to be nothing. We're something, and I'm not going away."
"Arizona…" Callie pleaded. She knew what was coming. And she couldn't bear it. She couldn't have Arizona fill her with beautiful words again. She couldn't let her heart be filled with Arizona again.
Not after she'd had so long to heal. Not after she'd…healed.
Her life was simple now. It was easy. She had work, she had friends, she had Sofia, and it was easy. A little monotonous, maybe. A little lonely on long nights.
But she was happy.
Mostly.
Arizona sighed as hopeful blue eyes bored into brown. She could feel her resolve slipping. She was determined to tell Callie everything. To bear her heart and soul. But it was that much harder if Callie wasn't willing to listen.
Finally, Callie corrected herself. "Fine. We more than meant a lot to each other." She shook her head, the reality almost unfathomable to her. "God, my whole life was you, Arizona. I loved you more than I ever thought possible. More than myself."
"And now you don't?" Arizona pressed.
"I can't!" Callie shouted, beginning to anxiously pace in the small space. "I…can't let you control me! We're divorced, and still, sometimes I find myself waiting for you. Watching for you. Like…like you still control me. Like I still belong to you!"
Arizona felt herself shudder at the implication. That she wasn't completely alone in this. That she wasn't the only one who still had trouble. A lot of trouble.
Callie came to stand in front of Arizona, her presence and sheer height overpowering as she seethed, "You don't get to flirt with me! Because you still have a hold on me, and I can't —"
"You still have a hold on me!" Arizona fought back. And, suddenly, she was fuming. How dare Callie make what was supposed to be a loving speech into something angry. How dare Callie get into her face this way. How dare she accuse her of something out of her control. "You control me! And I do belong to you! Still! Because I love you. I'm in love with you. You're the love of my life and always will be. God, Callie," she threw her hands over her eyes, shaking her head. "It's been two years, and I can't breathe without you. I can't sleep without you. I wait for you. I watch for you. I belong to you." She ran her fingers through her hair, exasperated. She loved Callie with all of her, but the woman managed to make her hideous, sometimes. And weak. And scared. And lost. She made her feel it all.
Calming herself, she continued, "I flirted with you because you and I were everything to each other. And you're still everything to me. You are still the only thing I see. So don't you dare say we 'meant a lot to each other.' We loved each other with everything. And I love you with everything now. We both still care, and we're in this together."
"We're in what together?" Callie croaked. In the last few minutes, they had bared their souls. But where did that leave them?
"In love," Arizona clarified softly, feeling a calmness flow through her at the honest words.
She was in love with Callie. And she saw that, maybe, Callie was a little in love with her, too.
Callie's breath caught at the words. In love. It was only in that moment that she realized, wow, yeah. She was still in love with Arizona.
"I'm in love with you, Calliope," Arizona breathed. "And, while we've changed and grown, so has my love for you. For the better. And I want the chance to prove it to you. That's why I was flirting. Because I meant it."
"What are you saying?" Callie asked, her voice barely audible. She wasn't sure what Arizona was suggesting, but she found that she would happily agree to anything. To more of Arizona. In any way, shape, or form.
Arizona made her want to scream, sometimes, but Callie wanted her still. Her ex-wife also made her feel calm like nothing and no one else.
"I'm saying I'm going to spend every moment loving you from now on. I'm yours, and I want you to be mine. But even if you're not — even if you're not ready for a long time — I'll be here, loving you. And you and I are going to have lunch tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that."
Callie narrowed her eyes. "And then what? We just fall back…into each other?" It sounded so simple. She wondered if it could be. She hoped so.
Arizona shrugged easily. The way she saw it, she and Callie were meant to be together, and it was only a matter of time before they could relearn one another and trust each other again, entirely. "It's inevitable, don't you think? You and I?"
Callie nodded, a simple smile teasing her lips. "Yeah," she breathed. "We are."
