Callie had drifted off to sleep when Arizona had taken the journal. When she woke up it was dark outside. After rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and stretching as best she could, the brunette walked out of the room. To say she was puzzled by the sight was an understatement.

Her girlfriend was cooking. Callie moved to lean against the counter top to the left of the cooker.

"Hey," Arizona's voice was upbeat but not forced. "How'd you sleep?" She turned her head as she continued to stir the food.

"Really well." She replied, stifling a yawn. "But I'll be out like a light tonight still I think."

"That's good. Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I've never seen this before; I didn't think that you could cook."

This was always a strange aspect of their relationship; even through the heaviest of times or moments of most anguish, it could all flip and become light and fluffy. Both of them just went with it, enjoying it when it came.

"What do you think I did before I met you?" The blonde asked.

"I dunno, have less satisfying sex?"

Arizona laughed aloud. "That's like the last thing I expected you to say."

"Okay well, I also thought you got somebody else to cook for you."

"No, I had to do all the cooking in most of my relationships. I'm nothing compared to you but I am capable." She raised her attention again from the saucepan. "Okay, now why are you looking at me like that?" The surgeon asked when she saw the look on her partner's face.

"I really want to wrap my arms around you."

"So why don't you?" She knew why, after last night and the book, Callie needed to ask first. That's just who Callie was; it was clear that she didn't want to make the blonde uncomfortable.

"I didn't know if that would be okay." The Latina said sheepishly.

"I don't know either." Arizona replied honestly.

The taller woman stepped behind her girlfriend and slowly positioned her arms around the blonde's waist. Instinctively, she leant back into the embrace. Callie hadn't held her since falling down the stairs.

"Okay?"

The blonde took a deep breath and relaxed. "Yeah, okay."

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The brunette insisted that she clear up after their meal and when she walked back towards the sofa afterwards, she found Arizona asleep. As quietly as possible, Callie sat down on the coffee table, content to just watch. The surgeon began to stir slightly and buried herself further into the sofa. As she did, a lock of blonde hair fell in front of her face. Callie went to tuck it back behind her ear causing Arizona to open her eyes in surprise.

"Sorry." Callie said quickly. "I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay." She reached for one of the Latina's hands. In return Callie began gently playing with the silver bracelet she had given to her girlfriend as a birthday present.

"You're wearing it." She needlessly pointed out.

"Of course." Arizona was still lying down; a sleepy smile on her face.

Callie was trying to process the sight of the gift against the bruise on the pale wrist. "It's like the good, the bad and the ugly." She commented.

The surgeon was unsure how to respond. "Are you ready for a bath?"

"Yeah." She stopped Arizona when she went to stand up. "Wait, I can do it. Just give me a few minutes. Rest."

When the blonde walked into the bathroom she found that Callie was already in the tub.

"Oh," Arizona started. "Did you not want me to join you?"

In response the brunette just tilted her head as if to say "don't be ridiculous, of course I did."

"Okay." She took all of her clothes off and went to get in the bath at the opposite end.

"I was hoping you'd come up here." Callie knew that Arizona might feel uncomfortable with that. "I mean if you'd rather..."

"Make some room then." She interrupted. The Latina did just that and guided her girlfriend to sit between her legs. She could feel the blonde's hesitation and took her hands away. Arizona began rubbing circles with her thumb at the side of Callie's knees.

"Are you okay?"

This was her Calliope. Considerate and gentle. She wanted nothing more than to lean back and feel her chest against her back but she needed to be sure.

"It feels like you; like you're back."

"I am darling, for now at least." Arizona nodded but didn't move any further. The brunette cupped some water in her hands and let it fall over one shoulder and then did the same the other side. She cautiously started to massage away the tension. It wasn't enough though and her partner still wouldn't relax, so she started to sing.

"Do you remember the 21st night of September?
Love was changing the mind of pretenders while chasing the clouds away."

It worked and by the end of the song Arizona was leaning against her. The blonde was letting the feeling of being like this with Callie again wash over her. Suddenly a glass of white wine was in front of her. She took a sip and revelled in the familiarity of it all. Even before the events of the previous night, taking baths together had been somewhat awkward. Arizona still felt guilty for their argument and was terrified of hurting Callie further. She only really joined her because she asked her to.

This was like when they were first together though. Except for one thing: instead of her partner's hands on her stomach they were on her arms. The Latina was hung up on the marks that she had caused.

"I'm sorry." It was whispered so quietly that Arizona almost missed it.

"It's okay."

"No. No, it's far from okay. Anything but okay Arizona."

"I don't blame you."

"You ran."

"I'm sorry." It was now the surgeon apologising.

"I don't blame you."

"I told you that I never would." Both woman were silently weeping.

"You came back. It just proves you're human." The blonde felt a tear land on her shoulder and she turned her head to kiss Callie's cheek. The Latina then also turned and delicately kissed her lips. "I was beginning to think that you were a cyborg."

"Oh really?" The smile that now played on her lips was reflected by Callie.

"Yeah but between that and the smoking I can be pretty sure you're not."

Arizona's face dropped. "You know about that?"

"I have a brain injury darling; my vision goes blurry but I don't lose my sense of smell."

"You never said anything."

"I'm not going to complain about what you need to do to put up with me."

"I'm not putting up with you; I love you."

"I love you too." Callie declared before kissing her again.

"Last night, the things you said, they were like something out of that book."

"I don't even remember what I said; I'm sorry."

"It's... you said things about being alone and it not being fair that I don't have to go through what you do."

"Oh... I didn't mean it you know."

"I know."

"I'd never want you to... Oh crap I threatened to... hurt you. How can you even..."

"That's not what I'm worried about honey. You were right. I do see the difference between who you were when you tried to... well you know."

"Kill myself." Callie finished.

"Yeah and I see you're not that kid but last night you were. It took you back there and that's terrible." She was looking at the Latina as if pleading with to make it all go away. Waiting to hear an explanation to put her mind to rest.

"I think I hit rock bottom and that I had to in order to come back. I'm not saying that we're totally okay but I feel better. That's all I can offer."

"I... I'll take it."

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Both women were back in bed that night. Callie was awoken early in the morning by sudden movement behind her. It was then that she heard the most heart breaking sound of her life.

"Calliope please don't hurt me. I'm sorry. Please don't!"