Disclaimaer: 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: All mistakes are on me, sorry about this. Really, you have no idea.
If anyone who follows this story from the beginning and willing to help beta it, please PM me.

"Calliope?"

Her eyes snapped opened. Turned her head slightly, she stared at the man who was standing few feet away from her. She sat up slowly, really slowly because she needed the time to think. What was she supposed to react to the father she haven't seen for 6, or 7 years?

Chapter 20

Finally, she pulled up the sunglasses and stood up. "Daddy." She didn't move. It was her father who took the steps to stride toward his long lost daughter.

"Calliope. You... you are more beautiful than I remember." Papa Torres put his hands on Callie's shoulders. His unblinking eyes gazed at the face in front of him liked he wanted to memorize every details of his daughter, the daughter who left the family without a word.

"Daddy, I'm not. I'm just... aged." Callie said sheepishly. As soon as the word left her mouth, she realized she wasn't the only one had aged. She studied the face of the man, except the deeper wrinkles around the green eyes, his beard was greyer than she remembered, and the few remained hair on the side of his head had turned completely white. Nevertheless, the dignity in his appearance haven't weakened at all. "What are you doing in here?"

"For a meeting." Smile softly, papa Torres picked up Callie's hands. "No, I am aged. You have grown up. Look at you. Mija. I've missed you."

Seeing the smile on her father's face, Callie couldn't help to spread to a grin. "I've missed you too, daddy."

"I've tried to find you, where have you been?"

"I... I was in New York..." Callie said in a small voice, tried to avoid the stare from the piercing green eyes.

"Why didn't you call home? For 6 years, not a call, not even a letter. Didn't you know your mother worry about you?" A squeeze from the strong hands, forced Callie to look him in the eyes again.

"Daddy, you kicked me out." She said bashfully.

"I gave you a chance to clear your mind. To make amend. You were supposed to come back to the family, not vanished overnight." Papa Torres's face grew more solemn, that made his daughter's blood boiled.

"Make amend? I didn't do nothing wrong, there had nothing I needed to amend."

"You dated a woman, mija." Papa's brow knitted together, he didn't understand why his always clever child didn't know what she did wrong.

"So?" Callie raised her brow and shrugged, waiting for her father to continue.

"It was a mistake. It wasn't normal, mija. You dated boys. You had boyfriends in school. You were supposed to stop the… phase, or experiment, whatever people called it, and then come home."

"I can't believe it. After so many years, you still can't accept that I like girls." Callie swung her hands free, took a step to the side to extend the distance between her and her father. "Daddy, somebody likes boys, somebody likes girls, it has nothing wrong to like both of them. It wasn't a phase, it wasn't an experiment… where the hell did you learn those phrases?" She screwed up her face and stared at the man.

"I talked to father Kevin." Papa Torres squared his shoulders. "We all pray for you. We pray to God to let you see it clearly, to know it was a sin you were committing."

Callie shut her eyes and said a word in her head, a word that she had never say in front of her father.

"Leviticus: Thou shall not lie with a man as one lies with a female, it is an abomination." Papa Torres took a step closer to Callie again. But she stepped backward.

"It's not the gender that's matter, daddy. It's the person. When I like someone, when I love someone, I don't care it's a he or a she." She furrowed her forehead. "Shouldn't that be the most important concern? To have that person to love and loves me back?"

"Yes! A man, a gentleman suitor!" Papa Torres's eyes flashed with annoyance, and his lips were drawn back in a furious growl, drew the attention of the few other guests around the swimming pool.

"We haven't seen each other for years, and that's all you care about? So what? I can't come home if I'm still into girls? Or I can't call you daddy unless I started to screw boys again?" Tear started to fill in her eyes, but Callie made a gallant attempt to not let it fall. She didn't want to shed a tear in front of the father who won't even try to understand her.

"Calliope, language!" He growled again.

"You know what? I had a terrible year." She pursed her lips to suppress the urge to cry. But a lone tear escaped from her eye, she quickly swept it away. "I needed my family the most. I needed my father. But... no, I am glad I didn't have you in my life."

"Calliope…" Seeing the tears in the big brown eyes inherited from his own mother, the man felt a clench in his heart.

"You are supposed to love me. You are supposed to support me but instead, you turned your back to me because I was in love with a girl. I... I can't." Callie shook her head fiercely, whirled around to escape from her father. But he was fast enough to grasp the wrist of the furious woman.

"Calliope, let's work it out, ok?" Papa Torres said in a softer voice.

On the other side of the swimming pool, Arizona, already changed into her blue bikini, just rounded the corner and trying to look for her gorgeous girlfriend. It took her less than 2 seconds to see the familiar raven hair beauty was harassed by an older man. Without thinking, she ran toward the two of them in full speed.

"Hey hey hey! What are you doing? Let go of her!" Even though the blonde was the shortest and smallest among the 3 of them, she stood between the man and her girlfriend, slapped his forearm that made him loosened the grasp on Callie's wrist.

Both Torres were stunned, for different reasons.

Callie put her hands on the blonde's upper arms when the other was having a staring contest with her father. Somehow she found it funny because none of her previous boyfriends were brave enough to stand against her father. But now, this 5'5" delicate kids doctor was standing here between the two of them, trying to protect her.

"Who are you?" Papa Torres was the one to break the silence.

"Oh. Yes." It stirred Callie from her thought. She ran her hands up and down the blonde's arms to ease her tension. "Arizona, this is my father. Yes, the father who disowned his own daughter because she is gay." She added sarcastically after seeing the shock look on her girlfriend's face.

"Calliope!" Papa Torres warned his daughter, gave her a quick glance then turned his gaze back to the shorter woman in front of him.

"Daddy, this is Arizona, my girlfriend. Not just a friend who is a girl, this is the woman I love." Callie stared at her father with a stone cold face, dared him to say anything.

But he didn't. He just kept his gaze to Arizona, and shook the offered hand. They shared a very firm hand shake.

"Arizona Robbins, nice to meet you, sir." Arizona plastered on a dimpled smile, but her eyes remained determined.

"So, if you excuse me, daddy. Arizona and I need to go." Callie broke the linked hands, grasped Arizona's hand in hers. "It was a surprise but yea, very nice to see you again. You take care."

She gave her father a tight smile, then pulled her girlfriend to leave with her.

"Calliope Iphegenia Torres." Papa Torres called after them. But Callie didn't stop.

Arizona looked over her shoulder. She saw the defeated look on the old man, a look of a heart broken father.

After they rounded the corner, Arizona pulled the brunette to stop. Leaned closer to Callie, she asked softly. "Are you OK?"

"Yes, I'm fine." Callie answered after a deep breath. Forced a smile toward the worried blonde, who just raised a hand to cup her cheek. "Can we… go back to the room first? I wanna…"

"Sure, sure…" Arizona didn't wait for Callie to finish, tugged the linked hand striding toward the elevator. But the brunette stopped suddenly.

"Shoot. I forgot my phone and the keycard on the table." She looked back to the direction of the swimming pool, then turned to look at the blonde with a frown.

"Take my key. You go back to the room, I'll get the stuffs, ok?" She shoved the keycard in Callie's hand, who took it with hesitation. "Go. I'll be there in 2 minutes."

After seeing Callie disappeared behind the closed elevator, Arizona quickly walked toward the swimming pool. She was not surprise to see papa Torres was sitting on the lounge chair where should be occupied by Callie earlier.

Walked closer to the man, she found that he was staring at Callie's mobile in his hand.

"Mr. Torres, I... umm... come to get back the phone." She kept a two steps distance with the father of her girlfriend, not going to invade his personal space.

"She looked happy in the picture." Without lifting his head, green eyes still glued to the screen lock picture of the phone.

"We took it 2 days ago, yes, she was happy." A genuine smile across Arizona's face, she knew that picture, Addison took it for them that afternoon when they went to visit her and Henry. They were sitting on the deck, drinking and chatting, the sun was setting behind them, it was a great afternoon. Addison voluntarily picked up Callie's mobile to take picture of the two of them. They both plastered a gentle smile on and looked at the device stiffly. Suddenly, Callie turned to lick the back of her ear with the warm and wet tongue, hand tickled her side in the meantime. Addison successfully captured the moment Callie was laughing to try to hold down the squirming blonde in her arms.

"This is a sin." Papa Torres cast a sidelong glance at Arizona, but the face was not as tight as minutes ago.

"Of being happy?" She raised her brow. Of course she knew this wasn't what he was talking about.

"You know what I mean." After another hard glance to the woman, papa Torres fixated on the screen in his hand.

"No, I don't, sir." Arizona breathed out softly. She closed the 2 steps distance, sitting down next to the man.

"I don't know you well enough to talk about my daughter." He sat up straight, finally took his gaze away from the phone. A hint of disappointed on his face when he realized his daughter didn't come back with this woman.

"You are right, you don't know me. And I don't think you know your daughter as well." Arizona tilted her head to look at the man next to her. She got a glare in return.

"How dare you!"

"You can dispraise me as you like, sir." Arizona said quietly. "But don't tell me you know her, you have no idea what she had been through."

Papa Torres didn't retort. He kept his gaze on this blonde hair woman. He wanted to know desperately, but he was too proud to ask.

Arizona could see it in his eyes.

"You didn't know Callie was deeply in love with a wonderful woman, who also loved your daughter so much that would break up with her, so Callie wouldn't see her died in cancer." Arizona said slowly. She wasn't comfortable to tell the story because it wasn't hers to tell. But she knew she had to, for Callie's sake.

"Callie was devastated. She lost her direction, almost lost her will to live. She didn't care anything anymore. She married the guy who stuck around her. She wasn't even sober when they got married in Vegas."

Green eyes flashed with shock. But papa Torres quickly shifted his gaze to the far end of the swimming pool.

"I knew all these only slightly over a month ago. She went through hell alone. I felt terrible that it wasn't me stayed by her side to give her a shoulder to cry on, I wasn't in the picture yet. She was all by herself."

They sat there in silence. Arizona was waiting for any response from the man, but he remained stone cold. Finally, she held out her palm to ask for the phone.

"I should go, Callie's waiting."

Papa Torres looked back down on the phone in hand. He pressed the button to display the screen lock picture one more time.

"She is my daughter. How can I bear the idea of not seeing her in heaven?" He sighed.

Looking up to the blue sky, Arizona took a deep breath. Smile before she started to talk.

"Most people think that I was named for the state. But no. I was named for a battle ship, the U.S.S. Arizona." She nodded to papa Torres when she felt the green eyes staring at her face.

"I came from a military family. My father is Colonel Daniel Robinson of the United States Marine Corps. He named me Arizona in honor of my grandfather who was serving on the ship when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. He saved nineteen men before he drowned."

"Nevertheless, for me, I was never afraid to come out to my father because I know he loves me." Arizona chuckled, shook her head slightly. "I remember it was the night before my sixteenth birthday. It was just he and I sitting on the couch watching a movie. Suddenly, he paused the screen and said to me how I should be cautioned when picking a boyfriend. And I answered him, that would be something he never has to worry about because I am a lesbian."

"He looked at me with wide eyes, the same expression as you are having now." Dimpled smile displayed, made the man snapped his head to the other direction with embarassment. "My dad put the movie back on. After a while he stopped it again. In that second I started to panic for real. I thought I misjudged the love from him, I thought he was going to kick me out of the house. Instead, he asked me, am I still who he raised me to be? Am I still a good man in a storm, to love my country, love my family, to protect the things I love? That was the only thing he concerned."

Papa Torres stood up from the lounge chair. Square his shoulders before turned around to face the blonde. The solemnness found the way back on his face.

"Are you telling me, I'm not as a good father as yours?"

"No Mr. Torres, I don't dare." Arizona shot up immediately. "Just, my father believes in country the way that you believe in God, and my father is not a man who bends, but he bent for me because I am his daughter. If you really love Callie, can you at least try to understand her?"

"How can I understand it when she was willing to throw away her family, her trust fund, her future? How can I understand it when she just dropped out of med school, to become a bartender, to be with a woman?"

Arizona sighed heavily. She could clearly see where Callie's stubbornness came from.

"Mr. Torres, this is not going anywhere. And you know Callie didn't back down 6 years ago, she is not going to doing that now. I am not threatening you. If you are willing to try, willing to be a part of her life again, it would mean the world to her."

She held out her palm for the phone again. This conversation lasted way longer than she excepted, and sadly it seemed worthless. Now she just wanted to go check on her girlfriend.

Papa Torres passed the mobile to the blonde grudgingly. "How long are you two going to stay in here?" He asked.

"We'll leave tomorrow afternoon."

"So, going back to New York?"

"Uh nope. We are going to Seattle. Callie lives in Seattle now."

"Seattle." He nodded, watching the blonde picked up the keycard and book. "Miss Robbins…"

"You can call me Arizona, Mr. Torres." Arizona stood straight after gathered everything, smiled to the man.

"Arizona." Papa Torres bit his lips to a thin line before started to talk. "Take care of her, would you?"

"Of course, sir. But it's not like she needs someone to take care of her. She is strong, and caring, and honorable. She is who you raised her to be."

When Arizona got back to the room, she found her girlfriend lying on bed, with her arm across her eyes. Quickly crawled on bed settled next to the brunette, laid on her side, propped her head in hand.

"Hey, are you ok?"

"What took you so long?" Callie asked, eyes still hid behind her arm.

"I'd talk to your dad." Arizona said like a whisper, stared at the impassive face, waiting for some sort of reaction.

"Figured." The brunette let out a heavy sigh.

Picked up Callie's free hand, Arizona gently caressed each fingers with her thumb. "Are you crying?"

"No." A short answer came out of the plump lips. It wasn't convincing, but Arizona decided not to push. So, she just kept stroking the hand in hers.

"I think…" Callie lowered her arm to her side, staring at the ceiling with dulled eyes. She didn't lie, she wasn't crying. "I can stop entertaining any thoughts of actually getting back together with my family."

"He loves you." Still saying in a soft voice, Arizona leaned closer to looking into brown eyes, but they were still looking straight ahead unblinkingly.

"He loved the straight me." Callie snorted loudly.

"Do you want to talk about it?" The blonde brought the tanned hand to her lips. Callie finally turned her gaze to look at her girlfriend. A small smile had shown on her face.

"It's fine, really." Entwined their fingers, Callie placed the linked hand on her stomach. "After all these years, I kinda realized that, I don't need a father. I don't, not one who won't accept me."

"Callie…" The furrow in Arizona's brow deepened. She remembered the sad green eyes. She remembered the conflict on that drawn and haggard face. She remembered the hurt on that face when Callie walked away from him. "He couldn't accept it because he doesn't understand it. Maybe you should give him another chance? Talk to him? It'd been years, maybe he had changed?"

"He won't change." Callie said with a sneer. "He's hopelessly headstrong, the most stubborn person alive. No one would be able to make him change his mind."

Arizona had to bite the inside of her mouth to repress a smirk.

"Not even the love to his daughter?"

"Not toward his gay daughter. He prayed with the priest, he tried to pray away the gay. He quoted the bible again!" Callie blew out a frustrated sigh. Suddenly, she loosened their entwined hands, propped herself up by the elbows. "Why are you siding him? What did he tell you?"

The blonde was taken aback by the sudden change of mood. Pulled back a little, she could see the resemblance of the two Torres.

"I am not taking his side. Just… I want you to be happy. And I believe having your family back in your life will make you happy." Arizona put on her best dimpled smile. Callie squinted at her, but a ghost of smile played around the plump lips.

Finally Callie leaned forward to place a tender kiss on the blonde smiling lips. "Having you makes me happy." She said before flopped back on the mattress. Arizona laid closer, Callie wrapped her arms around the slimmer body in an instant.

A fair hand sneaked under the T-shirt Callie was wearing, writing invisible pattern on her stomach.

"He seemed so sad." Arizona said after a moment of silence. She felt a kiss on the top of her head.

"Because you don't know him. He is known as the most intimidated man in Miami." Callie chuckled, finger tips ran up and down the fair arm, the one that was brushing her torso so lightly. "I thought you have authority issue? The way you stood between us was very hot."

"Really?" Arizona tilted her head to look at the brunette, who was looking back at her with proud in her eyes.

"Oh, Really. So hot." Callie inched closer to the woman in her arms, smiled when the other moved up so their lips could touch. They kissed softly, lovingly.

"There was one time," Callie said after they broke the kiss, the blonde head rested back on her shoulder. "He caught me made out with a quarterback in the back of his car, by the driveway of our house. I think we went to second base." Her smile spread wider to a naughty grin when she saw her girlfriend screwed up the face in disgust. "Long story short, he scared the shit out of that 6'3" high school quarterback, who didn't dare to come close to me ever again."

"He was polite to me."

"Well, lucky you." Callie broke into a soft laughter suddenly. "He didn't see the bite marks you left on my chest."

"Haven't fade yet?" Arizona propped herself up by an elbow, used her free hand to lift the loosen T-shirt clinging on her girlfriend's body. Couldn't hide the snicker when she saw the hickeys she left across the tantalizing flesh.

"What do you think?" Callie rolled her eyes. Finger pointed to a particular angry mark above her left boob. "You almost broke the skin. I had to hide it behind the shirt. Told you, I can't walk around in the hotel like that."

"Oh poor you…" Arizona leaned forward, wanted to place a kiss on the bite mark, but Callie pushed her away.

"No way, I won't let you leave another mark on me."

"We'll see." The blonde smirked. Her hand flew straight to roam on the bikini top. She lowered herself to capture the waiting lips.

But before she could sneak under the tiny material, Callie placed a hand on top of hers to stop it go further. Pulled away from the full lips, Arizona gazed at the brown eyes with question.

"Still few hours before sunset, how about we go to the beach down the street now? I want to see this sexy blue bikini under the sun."

Placed one more kiss on the full lips, Arizona pulled her girlfriend up from the bed, strode toward the front door.

Back in Seattle, the two men were sitting across the bar top of Horizon, both staring at the door in absolutely astounded.

"Should we call her?" Joe asked after the figure passed the door, rounded the corner, away from their sights.

Mark picked up the scotch and finished it in one gulp. He looked up to meet the big man's worried eyes. Bit his lips to a thin line, pondered it for a while…

"Nope, don't call her. Let her be happy for one more day."