Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy, I just borrowed the name of the characters for entertaining, no intention to violate any copyrights.

A/N : Thank you all for coming back to this story. Words can't even begin to describe how grateful I am to your supports. I'll do my damnest to keept this story update, keep the calzona love alive.
All mistakes are mine, I am sorry.

Chapter 9

Callie ran into the trauma room after the nurse pointed her to the direction. Actually, she didn't really need the instruction. She just had to follow the shrilling of screams coming from that room.

"What do we get?" She took a shape intake of breath seeing the patient on the bed. The young girl was groaning in pain. She was a mass of bruises. Especially both her legs were swollen up at least three times of their sizes and multiple bone fractures could be seen underneath the blue and purple flesh. Screams resounded through the trauma room while Owen and a nurse trying to tend to the wound that the radius poked through her wrist.

"Hillary Boyd, 15 years old, fell off the roof of her house." Derek glanced at his head of Ortho between examining the young girl's pupil reaction. "Her eyes are glassy. Take her for a MRI checking her head before taking her to the OR. Page me if you need me."

A nurse picked up the phone calling for the arrangement as Callie putting on the trauma gown, preparing to join the Trauma surgeon. But before she had her hands on the patient, she rushed out of the room following the chief.

"Chief. Derek." The brunette called the chief from behind, and he swiveled around to face his staff.

"Yes Dr. Torres?"

"About earlier..." Callie twisted her lips to a grimace, motioning the little fight she had with her father in the chief's office. "I will pack up my stuff by the end of the shift, but you don't have to make the transfer. I know that's not the deal you have with my dad but I'm not going back to Miami. I'll find another job in Seattle."

"I haven't made any deal with your father, Torres." Derek said furrowing his brows.

"Don't worry about that, Derek." The chief of Ortho surgery gave her boss/friend a bitter smile. She just came back to this place that she loved so dearly, she didn't want to leave again. However, the offer that her father put on the table was too great for the hospital to deny, she knew it. "It's 30 millions, I understand."

"Torres, I haven't made any deal with him, and I have no intention of accepting it." Derek said more firmly this time.

"What?" Callie was stunned. She wasn't sure that she heard the chief correctly.

"Your father is welcomed to make a donation to the hospital. But if he's using that as a bargain... it's unethical, don't you think?" The chief gave a small smile. "If I made a habit of it, next time someone came into the hospital with a truck load of money, demanding a heart transplant then I'll have to kill someone to give him a heart?"

'But... but..." The brunette managed to stammer out. "He isn't asking for an organ. He just wants you to fire me. Really Derek, I can leave if that means you'll get the..."

"Stop it, Callie. I'm not going to fire you so that we can get the money." Derek put his hand on the tall brunette's shoulder stopping her. He had made a decision and he felt good about it. "There are things more valuable than money. Ethics and talents. If I don't have you in here, who is going to fix that girl in the room?"

"Are you sure about this?" The Ortho surgeon's face was beaming with gratitude.

"About your talent? Without a doubt." The chief laughed while pointing toward the room behind the surgeon. "Go, save the patient. You're gonna have a lot of works to do with her."

The colonel was nodding off under the sound of the daytime TV, but he jerked awake when he felt someone approaching his room. Looking up, there was a man that he had never met standing by the door giving him an awkward smile.

"Mr. Robbins?" The man in a seemingly expensive suit asked.

"Colonel. Colonel Robbins." Daniel pressed the control of the bed so that he could sit up. Lying down on the bed showed vulnerable and he would never put himself in that position in front of a stranger. "And you are?"

"Carlos Torres." Carlos took the few steps between the door and the patient, reaching out his hand giving the colonel a handshake. "I'm Callie's father. We had dinner with your wife and daughter last night."

"Yes, Mr. Torres. Barbara told me about that. Thanks for taking care of them. She said that she had a lovely evening." The colonel plastered on a polite smile covering the confusion he had inside. What did the father of his daughter's secret girlfriend doing here?

"They are delightful dining companions. I'm glad that they had a good time." The old Latina moved closer to the chair by the bed, sitting down after the colonel gestured him to take a seat. "Barbara told me about your surgery and I said that I'll come pay a visit. How are you doing?"

"It went well. Callie is an exceptional doctor." The marine rubbed his covered hip involuntary. It really was a successful surgery. He didn't feel any discomfort other than the inevitable tingle from the incision. "I should be able to walk on my feet later this afternoon."

"That's good." Carlos couldn't hide the smile on his face. No matter what circumstance, he would never not to be proud of his daughter.

However, none of these two men were good at making small talk. After the short conversation about the surgery, they sat there in an awkward silence.

"Uh... where is Barbara?" Carlos asked after the longest minute in his life.

"She went to the daycare. Arizona has arranged for her to spend sometime over there taking care of children." Daniel looked over to the door longingly. He was summoning her wife to return with his mind, but it seemed that it didn't work this time.

"Oh... okay." The other man frowned slightly, glancing at his watch. He was keeping his promise to visit the father of his daughter's close friend. And actually, he was hoping to have a chance to talk to Barbara about this friendship between their daughters. Internally weighting the opinions of staying in the room waiting or going down the daycare searching for the woman that might share his concern, Carlos was startled when the colonel raised a question.

"Is there something you want to talk to my wife?" Daniel asked with a little annoyance in his voice. Not that he was jealous of another man looking for his wife, no. Barbara Robbins was a beautiful woman in her age, but the colonel knew that no man would be that shameless of showing affection of someone else's wife in front of the husband. His annoyance was coming from the conversation that he had with his wife earlier. How his daughter was very fond of her girlfriend's father, how she might rather spend time with the Torres than her own parents... And now, this man seemed to prefer to talk to her wife instead of him. Was he really that terrible of being a father? "About our children?"

"As a matter-of-fact, I do." Carlos was slightly taken aback by the colonel's tone. It was subtle but Carlos Torres wasn't stupid. On the contrary, he was known as a smart man in his field of business. He was good at picking up the imperceptible expressions from his opponents during a deal negotiation and using that for his advantage. Nodding to himself, he saw the colonel's displeasure as a sign that the colonel was opposed the thing between their daughters just liked him. "It seems... our daughters are getting really close..."

"I'm aware of that." No, he didn't. The colonel only knew about that a couple hours ago from his wife.

"I've talked to Calliope, but my stubborn girl doesn't want to listen to me." Carlos sighed heavily. "Have you tried to talk to Arizona?"

"About what exactly?" Daniel stared at the man with a deep frown. Were the girls really going to take the next step? Why didn't Barbara say anything to him?

"I mean, they're calling each other girlfriends and that is wrong. I know that sometimes girls would get really close and calling each other girlfriends. I just worry that they're mixing the feelings." Carlos added quickly seeing the confusion on the man's face. "The feelings that they should have for boys to their girly friendship."

"Arizona is a lesbian." The old colonel looked upon Torres' father with puzzled surprise. He didn't expect this. "She has told me that when she was sixteen. I don't think she would have that feeling mixed."

"Uh... good for her." Carlos wetted his lips. He didn't know that the blonde was so open about her sexuality. "But my Calliope isn't. She had boyfriends. Her last relationship was with a boy."

"You think it's a problem because..." Piercing blue eyes stared into the other set of blue eyes intensely. Being a military man with a gay daughter, he had faced enough homophobic comments. He didn't take it from the men who fought with him alongside the battle fields, he sure wouldn't appreciate it from the man that he didn't know.

"Because it's not right." Words blurted out of the Latina's mouth before he could stop himself. He was sure that he had a strong point. "Leviticus: Thou shall not lie with a man as one lies with a female, it is an abomination."

"Mr. Torres, my daughter is a lesbian. I respect her choice of person that she wants to be with." The colonel locked his jaws. He might have only one good hip, but he was prepared to fight this man for his daughter's honor.

"Don't get me wrong, I respect your daughter. She is a remarkable doctor." The Torres father wasn't lying. He looked up who was Dr. Arizona Robbins last night after dinner. He learnt the reputation of the renowned Peds surgeon from multiple articles and he would be happy for knowing his daughter was making friend with such an amazing person, if only it was purely friendship.

"If you respect her, you wouldn't come here telling me that it is an abomination." The fire was still burning in the old veteran's eyes.

"It's in the bible, Colonel." Carlos took a deep breath. He knew that he had offended the colonel but he wasn't going to back down from his beliefs. "God says..."

"Jesus, he, who is without sin among you, let him cast the first stone." The colonel cut the other man off with a quote. His anger was not hidden by the deadpan expression. "The spirit of God comes in its many forms. It is your choice to believe in how you translate his words. But one thing for sure, God loves everyone. And God wants us to love and accept one and other, especially our own flesh and blood."

"I love my daughter. I love my daughter with all my heart but I just... I just don't understand what happened or where I went wrong." Carlos rubbed his bald head with frustration. He was sure Arizona's parents would help straightening the girls' minds before he paid this visit. Now? He felt even more helpless and confused. "This? Suddenly she is holding a woman's hand telling me that she is in a relationship with a woman? And she didn't even think twice to walk away from me when I told her that I'm going to cut her out of our family! That is not the girl that I have raised!"

"They grow up, they move out, they change... they become people that dare to argue with your beliefs." The colonel shook his head with a bitter smile. He was shocked to hear that Carlos had threatened to shut his own daughter out of his life. But who was he to judge? He too shut his own daughter out after a fight. "You believe in God the way I believe in our country. When Arizona argued with me regarding what I believe, I was furious. But deep down, I am proud of her because she is still the girl that I've raised her to be. To love her family. To protect the things she loves."

Carlos opened his mouth. He was going to respond to that but his train of thought was disturbed when someone in a white coat knocking on the door frame.

"Colonel, it's time for our walk." Jo was the resident that Callie assigned on this case. Being the eager brown noser, she came to the father of her attending's girlfriend's room on time, with a bright smile.

"Thank you, Dr. Wilson. Can you go find my wife? She is in the daycare." The colonel nodded to his doctor. He added before the resident turned to leave. "And can you page Dr. Robbins too? She said that she wants to help when I take my walk."

"Sure thing." Jo answered cheerfully before went to do as told.

"I should go." The old Latina rose up from the seat. He had taken up enough of the colonel's time and apparently the patient had some sort of procedure scheduled. Besides, he didn't want to see the blonde doctor. "Good luck with your recovery, Colonel."

"Thank you, Mr. Torres." Daniel reached out his hand offering a goodbye handshake. Unsuspectingly, Carlos shook the hand but then the colonel gave it a firm squeeze and pulled him closer. "Mr. Torres, my advice to you - ask yourself, is she still the daughter that you raised her to be, even though she chose to fall in love with someone that you don't approve of? Are you going to stop loving her because she acted against your beliefs? I wouldn't. Whatever happens, at the end of the day she is still my daughter."

Carlos heard to the end, his grave, sad face thoughtful and attentive. And then, he turned to leave without a word.

Shortly after Torres left the room, Jo came back with Barbara and the two of them were about to help the hip replaced patient stood up from the bed. A flash of blonde hair rushed into the room.

"Is everything okay? I was paged?" Arizona looked between her parents with concern.

"Arizona, would you mind..." The colonel gave his daughter a small smile, one that he hadn't given for quite a while. He gestured to his right where his wife was standing. "Your mother is going to help me up but she's not that strong anymore. I don't want to hurt us both. Would you mind?"

The mother and daughter exchanged a look of surprise. Daniel had said that he didn't need the daughter's assistant earlier. Yes, Barbara wasn't in her prime but with Jo on the other side and a walker before him, the colonel was in no danger of falling down. Nevertheless, the wife wasn't going to argue with him but gracefully stood aside, letting the daughter took her place.

With a palm up holding her father's hand, and another grasping tightly on the old man's arm, Arizona watched nervously as her father slowly rose up from the bed. His legs were a little wobbled but with the two doctors holding him on either sides, he found the balance quickly and was able to stand straight against the walker.

"Thank you, Arizona." The colonel said to his daughter.

"It's... it's okay, dad." The blonde was still stunned by her father's change of attitude. Didn't know what else to say, she nodded to the door with a nervous smile. "Let's go, shall we?"

The three slowly strolled up and down the hallway with Barbara behind them. The mother watched with a constant smile on her face. She didn't know what really happened with her husband but she believed that it was her talk with the stubborn man that made him realized he was being unfair to their daughter. And she also believed... no, she knew that no matter what, the man she had chosen to spend their lives with was a loving father that he couldn't bear the thought of losing his little girl forever.

"God, I have never thought that walking could be this tiring." The colonel chuckled lightly after sat down on the bed. They had walked for about 10 minutes but he already felt the pulling in his muscle.

"You had an open hip surgery, dad. And you were lying in bed all day yesterday. It's gonna take time to regain your strength." Arizona smiled as Jo and her mother settled the man in bed. "Have a little rest, we'll do it again later."

"Yes Daniel, Callie already said that it'll take some time for you to walk properly. What's important is that you don't rush it." Barbara cut in while pouring a tumbler of water for her husband. She picked up the jug again after handing over the tumbler. "It's empty. I'll going to get it refilled."

"Oh, I can do that, Mrs. Robbins." Jo offered in a heart beat.

"No honey, it's okay." The mother declined it with a smile. "It's just down the hall. Besides, you have been a big help. I'm sure that you have important works to do."

"Okay..." The resident looked at the attending in the room sheepishly. Filling the water jug wasn't her job but helping the attending was. In extension, the mother of the attending. Dr. Robbins wasn't the kind of attendings that liked to order the subordinates around, but it didn't mean Jo wouldn't try to get into her good side. Seeing there had no reaction from the chief of Peds surgery, the resident stepped backward the door. "I'll come back in an hour for our next round, Colonel."

"Honey, you stay here keeping your father company." Barbara gave her daughter a kiss on the cheek then followed Jo out of the room, before she gave the old colonel a sly, meaningful look.

The colonel rolled his eyes subtly. He knew what his wife was doing. She had made an excuse to leave the room giving him a change to really talk to their daughter.

"So dad, other than the soreness, is there any discomfort? I mean, is your incision hurt?" Arizona sat down on the chair asking tenderly. She wasn't stupid. She also knew what her mother's intension was and she was rebuking her dear old mother internally. Everything went well in the last 10 minutes. And now, it went back to awkward when there was just she and her father alone.

"No, I feel fine. Callie really did a good job." The father looked from his hip to his daughter, saying sincerely. "I like her."

"Uh... that's good." The blonde swallowed visibly. Of course her mother wouldn't keep the news of their daughter dating the amazing Dr. Torres to herself, would her? Still wasn't sure if her father knew about it, Arizona decided to play it safe. "Callie is a well loved doctor. A lot of patients like her..."

"Arizona..." The colonel glazed into her daughter's blue eyes with a smile, the same smile that he gave the blonde the time the 16 years old Arizona stuttered to reveal her big secret. After a moment of silence, he found his words. "I... I want to say, I know that I was harsh to you in the last few years, which was wrong. I know that. It's just... it isn't easy for me to admit that I was wrong."

"Dad, I... I am the in the wrong." Hearing the rare confession from her father, the blonde's face slightly quivered with emotion. The colonel was the man in the house. He had never openly avowed that he made mistake, especially not in front of his children. "I shouldn't have talked to you like that."

"You were mad. To be honest, I was too. But instead of acknowledging that the stupid war has cost the life of my son, I... I sugarcoated it as the great sacrifice for our country." The colonel shook his head with a self-deprecating smirk. "And you poked through the damn sugarcoating."

"I am sorry, dad." Blonde head dropped in shame. Arizona had never raised her voice to her father, that was the first time and she had felt bad about it ever since.

"You have apologized enough, Arizona. I should be the one to apologize." The father extended his hand, and the daughter held it in hers instantly. "I've taught you to stand up for what you believe, to protest the people that you love. You're every bit of a daughter that I want you to be even though you went up against me."

"Dad, I..." Overwhelmed by the warmth that she hadn't felt from her beloved father for quite a long while, the blonde checked her sobs with an immense effort.

"We used to be very close, Arizona. I was always the one that you sought out for advices and opinions." Enveloping the soft hand in both of his hands, the colonel looked into the tearful blue eyes fondly. "But I pushed you away. I pushed you away so then you stopped sharing your life with me. I miss it. And I have myself to blame."

"Dad, it's not that I don't want to share my life with you. I just... I just don't know what to do since you're so angry with me." Arizona heaved a deep, heartfelt sigh. She did miss the time where she could talk to her father about everything.

"I was not angry with you, Arizona. I was angry with myself. As I said, I don't know how to admit my mistake, so I just... I took it out on you. I was wrong." Daniel gave the girl an apologetic smile. "You are my daughter. I love you. And I will do better, I promise."

"I love you too, dad." Holding in her tear, Arizona flashed her father a full dimpled smile. The colonel didn't exactly say the word sorry, but she knew her father. Admitting his mistake was a big step and it was enough for her. And she knew that it was her turn to take a step forward. "I am sure that you already knew that I'm dating Callie."

"Your mother couldn't stop talking about this. She is happy. And she said that you're happy too." The wrinkle face spread to a grin seeing the sparkle in his daughter's eyes from mentioning the brunette doctor.

"Yes, I am. Callie is..." The blonde chuckled lightly with her cheeks flushed. It was the first time she ever revealed her affection with anyone to her father and she felt a little embarrassing, but she did nothing to hide her dreamy smile. "She is amazing."

"I have no doubt. She seems like a lovely woman." Daniel had to admit that her wife was right. Their daughter did seem happy. "Do you love her?"

"I... I haven't told her yet, but I do." Fidgeting with her dad's fingers in her hands, Arizona said biting the corner of her lips. "Dad, I love her."

"I'm glad, Arizona. I'm happy that you have found someone. I was worried about you after that episode in your old hospital." The colonel said teasingly, referring to the incident where Arizona's clingy hookup cut her palm in the middle of an OR. The blonde dropped their joined hands with mouth opened agape. She had no doubt that the man remembered it, she just didn't expect him to bring it up.

"I... I've told Callie about it." The color rushed into the blonde's cheeks as she spoke. "What I have with Callie is nothing like that, we are serious."

The father could not disguise his amusement at the blonde's embarrassment. There has no greater joy of knowing your child is in love. However, there was a worry in the bit of his stomach that he just couldn't ignore.

"I don't want you to hurt someone, but I also don't want you to get hurt, Arizona." Replacing his smile with a look of concern, the colonel paused briefly before continuing. "Callie... she wasn't a lesbian, right?"

"How... how do you know?" Arizona blinked up at her father in surprise. She didn't even tell her mother about this part.

"I have my source." The father shrugged a shoulder nonchalantly. He didn't think that the girl needed to know his little conversation with the Torres father. Maybe she should know about it, but just not right now.

"Callie and I... we went on a blind date as a joke from our friends but we hit it off right away." Arizona drew a deep breath. She wasn't going to tell her father how she and Callie had their drunken sex on their first date. "Believe me, dad. I had some struggles and so did Callie. I've tried to stay away from her but... the attraction between us was... I don't know how to explain it. We talked, and we decided to give it a try."

"And how do her parents think about that?" The colonel asked a follow up question, which he knew the answer already.

"Not so good. Her father was shocked and he..." Blue eyes glanced at the old man, and quickly dropped to her hands after seeing the expression on her father's face. "He didn't take it very well. And you've heard about that from your source."

"Arizona, I don't judge you." The colonel felt the need of assuring her daughter that she had his support. He needed for the blonde to remember that he loved her no matter what. "You know that I've never judged you about your sexuality. You like boys or girls, I don't really care as long as you're happy, and you're not hurting anyone."

"I'll never hurt Callie. I love her." Arizona said wholeheartedly.

"And I also don't want you to get hurt..." The father was worried. He didn't know what would happen between the Torres' if Carlos couldn't wrap his mind around. There was a storm coming and either Arizona wanted it or not, she'd be trapped in between.

"I've told Callie to talk to her father again." Of course Arizona understood her father's concern. Signing deeply, once again she looked down at her hands which were rest atop the bed. "I've told her to work it out with her father because I know it'd kill her if..."

"Protect the ones you love, Arizona. Be a good man in a storm like I always tell you to." Putting his hand over the fidgeting pale hands, the colonel smiled fondly. "It is going to be difficult for Callie. She is going to need you by her side."

Nodding thoughtfully, Arizona kept her gaze at their hands.

"Daniel!" Missing the conversation between the father and daughter, Barbara scolded her husband as soon as she stepped foot back into the room seeing the melancholy across their daughter's face. She thought that the man had a change of heart toward their child, but it seemed that she was wrong. "When are you going to stop giving her a hard time? When are you going to pull your head out of you-know-where, huh? Are you really wanted to drive our daughter away and..."

"Mom mom, we are good." The blonde could not conceal a snort of laughter. She had never seen her mother scolding at her father and to be honest, it was kinda funny to see the usually stern old colonel looking dumbfounded with his mouth agape. "We were just talking and dad was giving me some advices."

"Yeah? Really?" The mother looked between her families with a grin. The colonel just shook his head with a wry smile. He loved this woman, but sometimes, she was a lot to handle.

"Yes, we are good." Arizona gave her father a smile before turning to her mother, still smiling. "And mom, thank you."

"Oh, that's what a mother does, keeping the peace in the family. Which, I'm telling you, it is not an easy job when someone is stubborn." Barbara walked closer to the bed kissing her husband on the cheek after putting the water jug on top of the cabinet, chuckling lightly hearing a groan from the old man. "Hey, I've asked Jo. Since you are allowed to eat solid food, maybe we can order in something, have a little dinner in here tonight. I know how much you hate the hospital foods."

"I can get us some Chinese foods. I know a goods restaurant in the neighborhood." The daughter offered chirpy.

"52 broken bones, can you believe it?" Owen asked as he walked side by side down the hall with the co-surgeon of the surgery that he just performed.

"I know, right?" Taking off the scrub cap, Callie readjusted her ponytail with a self-satisfied little smile. "And she's lucky that I am able to save that leg."

"She's lucky to have you as her doctor." The trauma surgeon frowned slightly, recalling his time in the military. "I've seen a lot of limbs were amputated in the warzone with less severe injuries because we didn't have enough time or equipment over there."

"We're not in a warzone, Owen. And she's only 15. It'll be hard for her if she lost that leg." It was a long surgery. It took them over 7 hours to mend the broken parts, and a large portion of time was spent on fixing the shattered femur. "I just hope her parents wouldn't take it too badly."

"Can you imagine that we spent so much time saving her, so that her parents can kill her by their own hands?" Owen snorted looking over to the waiting area, where the parents of their patient were waiting impatiently. "The father was going on and on and on that how his daughter is a straight-A student, on honor roll, running the student council... making sure we know how precious his baby girl is and we have to save her life."

Callie gave her colleague a bitter smile before walking up to the parents.

"Mr. and Mrs. Boyd." The ortho surgeon addressed the couple with a nod, and they shot up from the chair instantly.

"How is Hillary? Is she alright?" The mother asked urgently.

"She is doing well. The OIF surgery was intricate and challenging due to the amount of fractures, but we're able to fix the internal bleeding, and Dr. Torres has successfully repaired most of the broken bones." Owen glanced at his colleague. Callie was supposed to fill in the parents about the procedures that she had performed, but the brunette was staring at the corner of the waiting area, oblivious to the conversation that Owen was having with the parents. "Dr. Torres?"

"Right, and if she fares well enough today, I'd like to go in tomorrow to repair her subtrochanteric fracture next." Snapping her attention back on the people before her, the ortho surgeon started explaining to the couple. "The injury of her right leg is pretty severe. A few plates were attached on both of her femurs with screws in order to keep it together. Those will be removed after healing is complete. She is going to have a long way to recovery. The PT is gonna be tough."

"She is tough. Hillary is tough. She can handle that." The father held his wife's hand affirming with a squeeze. "I just don't understand why she was on the roof..."

"Mr. Boyd," Owen exchanged a look with his co-surgeon. "We thought that you should know that Hillary's tox screens show signs of psilocybin in her bloodstream."

"What does that mean?" The man asked with his brows knitting together. Both he and his wife had no idea what that was.

"It means that when she fell off the roof, she was intoxicated by magic mushroom." Owen explained with a sympathetic smile. He knew the parents would be crushed knowing their prized daughter was taking drugs.

"Magic mushroom? No way, that's not my Hillary." Mr. Boyd exclaimed loudly, cough the attention from the people among them in the waiting area.

"We had the lab tested it twice." The trauma surgeon said in a low voice, and the surgeon standing next to him nodded her confirmation.

"Oh my god." Mrs. Boyd gasped with a hand over her mouth. "I found a big of dried mushroom in her socks drawer the other day, and she told me those were for a science project..."

"I can not believe it! She..." The father's face was reddened with anger. He glared at his sobbing wife with clenched jaw. "You know what? I'm going to push her off the roof myself if she's really taking drugs! She's a disgrace of the family! A big disappointment."

"Mr. Boyd, I know you're mad at her right now. But uh..." Callie held up her hands gesturing the angry man to calm down. It was not the time for the parents to think about themselves. Their girl was hurt and probably scared right now. "As you said before we sent her to the OR, Hillary is a good girl. She has made a mistake, a lapse of judgment. Give her a chance to explain to you. She is going to need your full support in her recovery, and to kick the bad habits."

"Dr. Torres is right. Hillary is going to be immobilized for months. And will have more follow up surgeries in the coming few days. She needs to know that she can rely on your support." Owen cut in. After the emotional parents composed themselves, he suggested. "Come on, I'll show you to her room."

The couple quietly followed the trauma surgeon toward the elevator to find their daughter. Instead of going with them, Callie stood still in the same spot, and her gaze drifted back to the corner of the waiting area, where her father was looking at her all along.

"Calliope," Carlos stepped toward his daughter, his face was blank and expressionless. "Our plane is going to leave in an hour."

"Daddy, I think that I've made it very clear. I'm not leaving." Sighing deeply, Callie stared at her father with a matching stony expression.

"You are my child. You do what I say." The man squared his shoulders, grinding out the words between clenched teeth. He had never used those words against his daughter and honor to god, he wasn't proud of it but he had to try.

"I..." The brunette rubbed her face with both hands. It was a long day and she had just finished a long and complicated surgery. She was completely exhausted and she had no strength to start this discussion with her old man again. "I've promised Arizona to have a civil conversation with you. And I really don't want to fight with you but daddy, I... I just can't do this right now. You wanna cut me out of your life, never talk to me again? Just... just do what you want. There's nothing I can do."

Callie walked pass her father with a wave of hand. Not that she didn't care. Of course she cared about her father's feelings but she was just both emotionally and physically drained. She just wanted this day to end.

"Are you really giving to choose her over your own family?" The blood drained from the old man's face when he heard the declaration. He couldn't believe his daughter would choose to walk out of their family like that. Quickening his pace, he ran in front of the tall brunette stopping her from going further away. "You have only known her for a few months."

"I'm not choosing Arizona over you and mom, don't you see that? I'm doing this for myself." Biting her lips to a thin line, Callie took another deep breath. There was no way to avoid this conversation. She pulled her father to the side away from all the prying eyes in the waiting area. "When I first met her, I wasn't looking for relationship. Not with anyone, a he or she. It just... happened. I have to be true to who I am."

"Because she is a nice girl to befriend with. Calliope, you're not gay." Carlos said desperately. He knew his girl, Callie liked boys.

"No, I'm not gay. I'm bisexual, daddy. It means I like both men and women. It means when I choose to be with someone, I don't make my choice by their gender." The brunette said calmly, trying her best to explain in a way that she hoped her father would understand. "But the label doesn't matter. Who I am is not determined by who I'm with."

Carlos stood there stunned and blinking at his daughter. He didn't know how to respond to that.

"It took me some times to accept the fact that I'm attracted to women too. I know it's new to you and I don't expect you to come around in a snap of fingers. Just... it would be nice to have a supportive parent, you know?" Callie glanced at her father's blank aspect with a wry smile, making a terrific effort to refrain from tears. "Like the parents that I just talked to? Their daughter made a mistake but still, other than getting mad, they should be in there for her because she needs them. I'm not saying that I have made a mistake. It is not a mistake that I'm falling in love with a woman. As my father, you're supposed to accept me. You're supposed to support me. You're supposed to love me."

Paralyzed with thoughts, Carlos could not command his mouth open to speak. And for the second times today, he watched his daughter walked away from him, and he stood rooted to the ground.

A/N 2 : It is a long day, and the day is still young.