AN: Okay, so here's finally the third chapter of A Flower's Power. I do apologize for the fact that it hasn't been updated for ages. Life got in the way, the Grey's Anatomy inspiration disappeared and I actually forgot all about the community. So I've written you some more about Arizona the florist and her dark haired crush. Let's see what's up with those blue roses…


The clock is telling me that it's time to close up. I've already sent Alex home because of the light day today. Everyday seems light these days because the 14th's over. Though I've actually had a couple of hard days, and it's all Callie's fault. I can't get that woman out of my head, I don't want to either but it just seems like it'll get me nowhere. I know she said she'd come back for new flowers but it could've only been something she said to be polite. People do something like that, though it's very unkind, especially if they don't. Especially if the person that's been saying they would return, has somehow crawled inside the head of one florist. It's like I miss her, I don't even know her. It's freaking odd, it's magical in some weird way.

I begin to close the shop, lifting the big pots and flowers arrangement inside where I've already swept the floor. As I'm about to take down the small flags hanging on each side of the entrance Teddy appears in the door opening.

"You not done yet?"

"Just about," I say. One of the flags is kind of rusty, so it's a little difficult to get out. "I think I got a little lost in my own thoughts."

"I think you're right. It's not like you being so slow. What's gotten into you?" Teddy says as she carries the last tray of marigolds inside.

"It's that woman."

"You have to stop thinking about her. And those stupid flowers."

"I would if I could, Teddy."

"What if I told you that I've actually gotten you a blind date? Would that make you think of something else?" Teddy smirks, trying to get her friend to smile.

"You haven't. You don't know any homosexuals," I chuckle. I've finally gotten both flags off the doorframe. Teddy follows me through the door.

"You don't know everything about me, Arizona. Maybe I've got this big circle of lesbian friends you don't know about."

"Is that so, huh?" I chuckle, stacking the last thing on the counter.

"Yeah. I love lesbians," she says a little too excitedly.

"I know. We're great," I nod and smile. "But if you hypothetically have that big circle of lesbian friends, wouldn't I know something about it?"

"Would you?" Teddy looks puzzled. "Why?"

"You say I've slept with all the women in Seattle, and I don't count on your hypothetical lesbian circle being outside of this town, so I should know some of them if not all these women in your club," I say.

"But Arizona, you have."

"I have not!"

"You so have. You've scratched more itches than I've clipped stems."

"Eeew, Teddy. That's a mean metaphor. And it's so not true!" I say while pushing her out of the entrance. "You should go home…or go visit that circle of yours. Bye-bye," I say as I close and lock the door behind her, Teddy's face looking at me through the glass.

"Would you want to scratch another itch?" she says while looking at me mischievously.

"You're scarring me here, Teddy. What's with that itch? Who's itching?"

"Just someone I know. Would you?"

"I guess I could. You owe me one then," I say, pointing at her with my finger while giving her the glare.

"Thank you," she says with a smile. "See you tomorrow."

And then Teddy is gone. I'm about to pull the door drape down when I see Teddy's face again. "What now? Did the circle break?"

"About the itching… Could you buy her coffee or something before you… before you scratch?"

"Oh my God, Teddy. Go home!" I spit out, making my friend chuckle as she flees from the scene.

Teddy's a good friend, she's actually one of my best friends. Almost like the sister I never had. It's nice having her around even though she sets me up with blind dates that need to have something scratched. It's kind of disturbing and so, so wrong. I haven't slept with so many people. I could if I would, and I did. Once upon a time… when I wasn't constantly thinking about Callie Torres. A woman I frankly don't know if I'm going to see again. And that makes my heart flinch a little. It's just so very sad. I get my bag and close the back door, enjoying the cool Seattle weather on my skin. When I get to the main street, I observe that I've forgotten to carry in the big sign. I sigh, putting one hand in my pocket to find the keys again. As I struggle with the sign, the keys and the attempt on keeping both things in my hands at the same time, I hear a soft chuckle behind me.

"Do you need any help there?"

I don't need to turn around to notice who this beautiful voice belongs to. "Callie," I say in a whisper.

"I can hold the sign while you get control of that freakishly large bunch of keys," she chuckles once again.

"Thank you," I say as I finally look at her. My thoughts the last couple of days haven't done this woman justice. She's out of this world beautiful…but she's taken, Arizona Robbins. She's forbidden fruit, she's bound flowers. How come the things you can't have always looks better than what you have or have had? Callie Torres does that to me. She's just popping into my life again…with her chuckle and beautiful hair and amazing eyes and poof, there goes all sanity. It's frightening but it's oh so good.

"You're welcome. You looked like a damsel in distress;" Callie laughs as she gives me a smile that goes straight to my heart. It's like being electrocuted, dying and then relive.

"Yeah, well… I kinda wanted to save some time, but I really didn't," I say as I blush. I don't blush, I'm not a blusher. She's making me into something I'm not, or something I haven't been in a very long time. And I'm actually completely okay with it. I think.

"Nah, you didn't. You looked very cute trying, though," Callie says nodding. "Are you in a hurry since you wanted to save time?"

I can't really compose a decent answer because I'm repeating the cute part of her sentence over and over again in my head.

"Arizona?" she drawls as she shoves the sign inside the shop while I lean against the door, trying to catch up.

"I'm sorry," I shake my head, trying not to look like the total mess I'm feeling like. "No, no hurry."

"Okay," Callie smiles, drying her hands in her pants. "See you around."

"I haven't though," I spit out, finally closing the shop for good. I walk beside her on the sidewalk, don't knowing where she's going.

"What do you mean?"

"I haven't seen you around. You haven't needed any new flowers, huh?" Oh my God, I should stop. I should really stop having social conversations with actual human beings. I clearly lack all sorts of things to be able to talk… to pretty girls. To pretty women.

Callie laughs a hearty laughter, her hand surprisingly ghosting my arm. It sends a shiver through my entire body. "Well, no," she drawls. "But actually… the reason why I stopped by the store today… I needed an advice."

"Really? What could I possibly be giving you advice on?" I say as we continue walking.

We pass stores, apartment buildings but Callie never stops or hesitates in her steps. She just walks and talks, and boy do I love this. It's like we're just two friends hanging out about to reach some kind of goal for our meeting up this evening. But the thought of only being Callie's friend hurts quite a big deal, because I don't think I'll ever be able to just being this attractive woman's friend. I remind myself of Teddy's request… Coffee and then scratch, oh my God. Arizona, you have got to get yourself out of those trails of thoughts. I'm not that woman. I'll befriend her first and then, then I could pursuit the happiness that is Callie Torres' flesh. That's my plan!

"Flowers," she states matter-of-factly. "Aren't you a florist?" Callie chuckles.

"Oh, of course. Flowers!" Duh, Arizona. Of course she needs advice on flowers, she bought your flowers. But, but but… she bought my flowers but to another she. My head hurts from all the figuring out or more like the lack of figuring out.

"So… the blue roses…" Callie drawls, it's like she doesn't know how to ask the question. It's like she suddenly became insecure, something I definitely didn't picked her to be.

"Yeah?" I smile as we turns a corner, or actually…Callie turns the corner first, so I just have to go with her since I'm the one walking closest to the buildings. Her upper body touches me, her arms too, when she guides me around the corner. I just follow.

"Never mind," she says and shakes her head. "Oh, I'm sorry, I just turned right not knowing if you're going this way too. In fact, where are headed?" Callie smiles shyly when she suddenly stops.

"Uhm… I don't know," I say trying to come up with something that could make me go the same way as Callie. But my mind's blank. Except for the dark haired beauty before me.

"Well… since you've already walked me to the concert, would you like to join?" Callie offers, her eyes looking at everything but me. Is she nervous? It couldn't be, could it? She's not nervous… or she is because she's finally noticed the big word on my forehead saying lesbian. She's freaking afraid of me now. But… she did invite me to join something, so she couldn't be that scared anyway, could she?

"A concert?"

"Yeah," Callie finally finds my eyes and smiles brightly. "If you don't have anything else to do, I mean."

"But… I don't have a ticket. It's okay, thank you, though," I say smiling as I offer her my hand in a handshake. She just looks amused at my hand but participates in the friendly exchange.

"You don't have to. You can come with me. I know the performer," Callie says, her hand shooting an amazingly good heath through my body. Our hands don't part, we just stand there…shaking hands and smile. It's dizzying but it's something I know I won't be able to live without ever again.

"You, you know the performer?"

"Yes, I do. She's my best friend's girlfriend. You could say you actually know her too… or at least, you made her a bouquet," Callie chuckles. Our hands separate and I immediately feel empty and sad. "Come on."

"So the blue roses and ferns…"

"They were for Lexie, yes. Her boyfriend is a terrible romantic, at least when it comes to flowers. So he delegated the job to me," she laughs as she leads me through the door. She nods to someone at the table and greets another one, and then we're in. Skipping the lines, Callie leads me inside a large room with insanely many chairs lined in rows. "This is us," Callie smiles and point two chairs in the first row.

"Wow," is the only thing I'm able to form.

"You've never been here before?" she says as we sit.

"Nope. Can I ask you something, though?"

"Of course!" Callie smiles, her upper body and face facing me.

"What are we going to watch?" I say a little confused.

"Oh, you don't know Lexie?"

"I'm afraid not."

"Lexie Grey is a singer/songwriter. Today's her release party, so she's performing a couple of songs from her new album."

"So I just got myself into a release party for some new singer?" I say still feeling confused.

"No, I did," Callie grins. "Look," she says as she points at the stage.

"Oh," I smile. "They look good up there. Could use a little more water, though," I chuckle as we both watch the blue roses and ferns atop the piano.

Who'd thought that one bouquet would be getting me into this kind of cultural arrangement? I sure did not, but I really like it. It's like I've always said… Flowers bring people together and boy would I like to get together with the woman beside me.


AN: So there you had it. Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it.
May this Sunday become a good one!