Guys, so I know that you want to read about Callie and Max together, but hold on. This is a slow burn and you have no idea this story has for you. Also, this is inspire in a Mexican soap opera that I love but I changed most of the scenes... There a few surprises in the story. You'll see. And remember that I decided to post two times a week. Sometimes one. But I WILL FINISH THIS FF! PROMISE! be patient! THANK YOU!
Callie's POV
Mark and Addie left saying that they are going to think about it. After they left I went to bed and now I'm here thinking about everything.
I remembered when I passed out in Arizona's arms and I told her to not see me as the woman who loved her but as the mother of her son. I begged her to say something for me to hold on. She said "Sorry".
She said sorry. Arizona ask me to forgive her. How is Colleen? How is the woman that is Arizona's girlfriend? And who knows, maybe her wife one day.
Today I'm headed to see one of the people that went to Spain.
I enter his home when the nurse let me in. I waited in the living room and wait for him.
"... And the next time, ask who it is." He yells at the nurse.
"I can assure you that I'm someone familiar, George." I say to him smiling.
"Clara, let us alone." She nods.
"I can tell that you are still very miserable." I say looking at his house. It looks old and dark.
"Why did you came?"
"To talk about you and me." I say with a serious, hard and cold tone.
"How did you ended up free?" He ask with a scared tone.
"Like I said the night of the dinner, they set me free because of my behavior in prision. They gave me the freedom I lost because of your false testimony" I said raising my voice.
"Don't talk to me like that." He says afraid. "Don't you see that I'm diseased?"
"Yes, you have the worst decease, the consume you. Even at the point that you are attached to the only thing that you have, your money."
"Callie, please.." He begs me.
"Don't you remember, George? Don't you remember when you put you fortune at my feet? When you offered me all your money for being yours even with you being married."
"I have said a lot of crap in my life."
I laugh. "Then you didn't find me attractive?"
"At that time, the only thing that mattered to me was to have you." He looks at me up and down and I feel disgusted but I don't let him notice. "I see you and I can tell that you still are beautiful. Maybe even more." He says. "What do you want, Callie? What are you looking for?"
"I can tell by your voice that you are afraid of something. What are you afraid of?" I ask. "Are you afraid of dying? The past that I represent? Are you afraid of the crime that was made eight years ago?" George was ask to testify because he saw the real killer going out of the room when they moved me to an office. Since the killer was in the closet, they waited for the room to be empty and once it was, the killer flee and George saw who it was. But since he wanted revenge, he lied and I sank with his lie. "Or even worse, are you afraid of your conscience? You conscience hurts because of your lie and what you did to me, just because I din't want to be yours!" I yell. "Answer me, George!"
"Let me alone. Do not bother me. Have mercy!"
"Mercy? Do you think that you deserve mercy?! You didn't have any of it with me."
"Callie, forgive me. I beg you!"
"Forgive you? Why?" I say looking at him with disgust. "You lied because I rejected you. You lied because I rejected you disgusting insinuations! Have you ever told Arizona? Have you told her that you lied for revenge!?"
"I didn't! I will not do it." He says. "Let me alone, please. I regret it but let me alone."
"You regret it but you are not disposed to recognize your cowardice!"
"Why? You are free. Why do you want me to say it?"
"For me to clean my name!" I yell.
"The truth will be known, but after I die." He says like to make me feel sorry for him.
"Don't think that I'm sorry for you. And I don't think that you deserve forgiveness. The only thing I feel for you is hate. I hate you with all my soul. And I wish for you to don't have peace for the rest of your miserable life."
I'm in the taxi on the way to my hotel. That talk with George tired me emotionally but I needed to do it. When I enter my suite I heard the phone and It's Mark.
"I kept thinking about what you asked us and you are right." He says.
"What are you saying, Mark?"
"That you have the right to see your son and I'm going to help you."
He says and with that I'm up with the emotion. "really?"
"Yes, really. But I'm going to tell what we are going to do."
"Whatever you say, Mark. To see my son I'll do anything."
Mark picked me up at the hotel and we are on our way to see my son. God. God. God. I can't believe it.
When Mark stops I realize that this is not the house where my son lives, but Seattle Health Center. Arizona's practice.
"Mark, this is not the house. What are we doing here?"
"Max usually is in here this day of the week, so I thought that you can see with some distance. It's mor..."
"Tim is dead!?" I see a wall with a photo of Tim, my ex brother in law. Is like a memorial for him.
"Yeah, he died in the field some years ago." God, Arizona...
"Why didn't you tell me sooner, Mark?"
"Because you needed to find out yourself."
"I don't feel good, Mark." And it's true. That notice caught me out of ward. "Can we go back to the hotel?"
"Yeah, sure."
When we are in the car I say.
"I can't believe that Tim's dead." I say sadly. I loved Tim. "And Barbara and Daniel? Are they okay?"
"They are, they actually coming next weekend. And they are planning to move in Seattle to be near Arizona"
"Do you know if they know about my return?" I ask.
"No, I don't think so."
"And they know.. You know, the whole truth?"
"Yeah.." He looks at me.
"They must hate me." I sigh.
"It was hard for them since they loved you too much. They disagree with Arizona's choice but they had to accept it like the rest of us."
We stay in silence for a while and Mark's phone starts to ring. We see in the car screen that it's Arizona. He looks at me and ask me if it's okay.
"Stay in silence" He answer the phone. "Blondie, good to hear from you." I can't believe that he still call her that.
"Hi Mark. How are you?"
"I'm great. May I ask to what do I own this pleasure?"
"Well, I was calling because I want you to come to dinner this saturday."
"Of course." He looks at me. "What's the occasion?"
"I want to make things with Colleen formal and I you know that my parents are going to be here visiting so I want to do it right."
What? She's really serious about this. I don't realize how much it hurts that Arizona is moving on with another women. Come on, Torres! She can do whatever she wants. She's not your wife. She means nothing.
Mark looks at me. "Well, I'll let you know. But I think that that ca be arrange."
"Well, I hope to see you. Kids are allowed of course. Tell Lexie I say hi."
"Thank you. Bye."
We stay in silence a few minutes. I just don't know what to say. I can't forbid my friends to go even if it hurts me. They are Arizona's friends too. It's just that it's a little awkward...
"Do you know Colleen?"
"Yes, I do know her." Mark says.
"I want to know her. I want to know the women who one day could be my son stepmother."
Minutes later we arrived the place that I assume is Colleen's apartment.
We get out of the car and make our way to the apartment. Is a modest building nothing bad.
Mark knocks the door and we are waiting. "I don't know how you convinced me of being in here. What are you going to say to her?" He ask and knocks again.
"I don't know. Don't worry about it, I'll make something up. But I want know what type of woman is around my son."
Mark knocks again and in that moment a woman approach us "Who are you looking for?"
"We want to see Colleen Danton." Mark says.
"She's out. Do you want to leaver a message?"
Crap! "No, it's okay. Thank you." Mark says and we make our way to the car.
Mark offers me a coffee and we arrived at a cute and homely coffee shop.
"We discovered this shop and since then Addie, Lexie and I love it." He explains.
"I can see why. It's very homely."
"Yeah. Well, I brought you here because I'm not going to drop you in the hotel until you eat something strong."
He waves his hand to the guy in the other table and orders some dinner and water.
"Thank you Mark. You have been so good with me." I say with tears in my eyes.
"It's not a problem. I do it because I want to." He smiles at me. "I was thinking, maybe you should work in something while you take the test for you to be a surgeon again."
"The only thing that I did in this eight years was work with the silver you used to send me."
"Well, you can continue. And you are going to do some money too, so that's a win-win." He says smiling.
"Thank you, Mark. But I talked to Webber already and I'm going to take the test this weekend."
"That soon!? Do you want some help?"
"Well, that would be good. But I can do it, I kept reading all those years. Also, I know that I can't jump an operate right away but I know I can do this. Also, I NEED to do it. I miss it too much." And it's true. I miss too much the OR and to cut.
"I bet."
In that moment a lady comes in. "Mark, it's so good to have you here."
"Rose, it's good to see you. Thank you."
"Don't stand up." The lay sits down in the chair in front of me. She is a little old. Not like sixty or anything but I can see in her eyes her experience about life. She has blonde hair, hazel eyes and white skin. She has a classic style. She sees mature, in peace and in control of her. She is the type of people that when you look at their eyes you could tell them your life.
She sees my tears and looks at me. "Why is a woman this beautiful crying?" She smiles at me. "I can bet that the reason is love."
And in that moment I had the impulse of tell her everything.
"Callie, she is Ofelia. She is the owner of this coffee shop and a good friend."
I dry my tears and offer her my hand. "Hi, I'm Callie Torres." I smile as I can.
"Ofelia. Nice to meet you." He shakes my hand and smiles warn at me.
"Cal, she's a feminist and I've seen her defending women like no other. And she gives the best advices, I can assure you."
"That's truth. Thank you, Mark. But really? Is there something I can help you with?" Ofelia ask me.
"Just a situation with my ex wife."
"Do you love her?"
"I.."
Mark interject. "It's not like that, Ofelia. Arizona did something in the past and now don't want to revert that."
"Well, if there's anything I can do to help.." She hand me a card. ".. You can find me here at La Locanda."
"Thank you. I liked it really much. It feels homely." I say.
"Well, that was my intention when I opened it." She smiles.
"Well, Callie, We have to go. I have to get back to the hospital."
"Yeah, of course." I stand up. "Ofelia, thank you, really. And I hope to see you soon."
She smiles at me back. "Don't thank me, hun. I'm here to help."
Mark drop me at the hotel and I go to the gym to work out a little. Arizona and I used to run or we went to the gym together. Sometimes we just stayed home to work out but we loved to do it together. I finish my work out and shower. I'm hungry.. I order a capresso salad.
I got tired of watching tv and try to sleep. Minutes and minutes pass and I can't stop thinking.
"Why I can't stop thinking about Arizona?" I sit and turn on the light of my lamp. I sigh. "Is it possible that I'm still in love with Arizona?"
Okay I have to say that what we had was something really strong. Arizona and I were so happy. Truly happy. I'm not saying that our relationship was perfect, we had our ups and downs but in the end of the day we made up.. And how we used to, God... Arizona was always making me laugh and I have to admit that I couldn't stay mad at her or the other way around. We promised to each other that we were never going to bed mad at the other or we rather no sleep. But then I remember all that happened between us at Spain...
"No, no, that can't be true... After everything, I can't love her." although we were so happy. We were so In love.
-Flashback-
We are laying in bed after we exhausted each other. My head is in Arizona's chest my arm in her midsection and Arizona has her arms around me hugging me. I feel so peaceful and in that moment Arizona kiss my forehead.
"I love you." Arizona says kissing my forehead again.
I look up at her and smile. She looks at me and kiss my nose. "I love you, so much."
-End of flashback-
Arizona was the love of my life. I would never love like I loved Arizona. Never.
A/N: Well, here it is. What do you think? Let me know.