A/N I did not create these lovely ladies, nor do I own them. I am just using them to create a story. They are all Shonda's.

Callie's POV

On Arizona's first day of rehab, I awoke to the smells of waffles being baked dancing through the air and teasing my senses. I smiled to myself and rolled over, reaching out to squeeze Arizona gently on the shoulder, but finding only empty air. I got out of bed unwillingly and trudged my way to the kitchen.

"Hey babe, what's-" I began but stopped abruptly when I looked up from the ground and saw the scene in front of me. Arizona was standing in the middle of our kitchen, wearing my "rockstar" apron she got me for Christmas over her pajamas, in front of the stove which had a pan full of black mush being cooked on it. She was frowning, which was uncharacteristic for her so I knew it hadn't turned out how she'd been expecting. I walked up to her and cuddled her from behind with my head resting on her shoulder, fighting the urge to block my nose at the smell reeking from whatever food she'd been attempting to make. She smiled at my touch and turned around to hug me, sighing into my shoulder.

"I was going to try to do my first independent thing today, you know wake you up with breakfast in bed, and then I was going to go to rehab having started doing things on my own already. I mean so far, I can't even get dressed without your help unless it's something really easy to slip on. So I just wanted to... I don't know, maybe prove to myself that I will be able to do this sort of thing again one day. But I can't even make waffles." I pulled back to look into her eyes.

"Honey, I don't think it was the stroke that did it to you. You weren't that good of a cook before, if I remember correctly. Remember the time when you tried to make soup and it ended up being rock hard? So I don't think testing your culinary skills with one arm will give you any indication of how you'll recover." I teased. "But it did smell good for a minute there. I wonder what went wrong." She rolled her eyes and smiled sheepishly. I stroked her cheek. "Arizona, it doesn't matter to me that your arm isn't working yet. Or that you can't cook. I still love you. You know that right? You're my favorite, remember?"

"Ok, let's just go get dressed." She said. She took my hand and led me into our closet.

"By the way, I love dressing you because it gives me another excuse to check you out when you're barely clothed." I whispered. She turned to me, shaking her head.

"Like you need it!" She chuckled.

On our way to the rehabilitation center, I could tell Arizona was nervous. She didn't stop tapping her foot and was biting her bottom lip for the entire car trip with her eyes focused out the window. I reached across the gearstick and squeezed her knee to try to soothe her, receiving only a small smile in return before her eyes shifted back to the trees blurring past. I sighed to myself, hoping that the place where we were going would be good for her. Really, I just wanted her to be good again. And I'd do whatever it took for that to happen. I turned into the street of the rehab, and started squinting through the rain to try to make out the numbers on the places going by. 102, 104, 106, 108, and finally our destination, 110.

"Honey, this is it," I said, pointing to the building appearing before us. It was very institutional looking, as well as prim and proper, rather bare from anything warm and inviting. The center itself was a collection of modern grey buildings, all with the same sort of no-crap feel about them. Another clue was that there were no signs of life about. I frowned to myself. What was I getting her into?

"Well, all I can say now is that I'm glad I was brought up by a marine because it taught me how to handle strict instructions," Arizona said, taking in our surroundings. I nodded in agreement with raised eyebrows before driving around in search of a parking lot. "There's one right through here!" She said, pointing to her left. I turned in and found a spot easily. After killing the engine, I turned to face her.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked hesitantly for the last time. She nodded solemnly. "Ok, then, let's get this show on the road!" I exclaimed. Arizona offered me a dazzling smile and hopped out of the car. As we walked along the perfectly aligned gravel path, she was clutching tensely at her purse despite her reassurances that she was fine. I put my hand into hers and lifted her chin up so that she was looking into my eyes, stopping our tread. "Honey," I whispered, "we've got this. You're a rockstar, remember? You're hardcore!" I told her and leant in to place a kiss on her perfect lips, and I have to admit I got lost in her for a second there (but seriously, have you seen that woman?), because the next thing that happened startled me completely.

Someone behind us cleared their throat unnecessarily loudly and we broke apart, turning to face the unknown intrusion to our moment. Arizona stiffened and had an embarrassed look on her face, but I wanted her to know that I wasn't ashamed to be with her in public, so I put my arm around her shoulder. I looked to the person near us and saw a woman of maybe fifty dressed in a pantsuit, with a stern expression on her face. She walked over to us, looked us both up and down, and stuck out her hand, all in a rather military-like order.

"Jamie Rick. Assistant manager. I specialize in treating ischemic stroke patients. And you two are?" she said in a voice full of authority. Arizona shook her hand.

"Arizona Robbins and Calliope- sorry, Callie Torres." She said, gesturing to herself and me. Jamie gave us a small smile accompanied by a curt nod, and kept walking along the path. I looked at Arizona whose expression mirrored my own: eyebrows raised and mouth slightly hanging open. That lady was strange, and I was sure about that. "W-O-W!" Arizona mouthed at me. I nodded, laughing at the cute expression that had taken over Arizona's face. At first she giggled with me, but broke off suddenly as grim realization dawned over her features. "But wait, what if she's my trainer? She makes my tight-ass Dad look like a freaking marsh mellow!" She whispered, her eyes wide.

"Then you'll have to just be so hard-core at this that she won't know what to teach you and you can regain proper movement and control quickly!" I said. Arizona rolled her eyes, and I lifted our entwined hands to kiss the back of hers. Her breathing hitched as I skimmed my lips up her arm and across her collarbone, finally landing on her mouth. She leant into me, and I rather enthusiastically caught her in a breathtaking kiss. When we broke apart, Arizona checked her watch and groaned.

"Calliope, we've gotta get going if we want to make it to our appointment on time. Which, judging by the looks of the place, we need to." I frowned and she smiled. As we trudged off down the path, there was one thought in my mind, that this place was going to work Arizona hard.

Arizona's POV

As Callie and I walked through the hall, I couldn't get over how neat and organized our surroundings were. Everything was so perfectly ordered and planned to the last detail. There were no signs of patients about, and the only indication of any nearby life form was the quiet trills of a phone ringing and being softly answered every few minutes. We turned into a spacious room which contained a receptionist at a clean, orderly desk and some waiting chairs. We'd got there with two minutes to spare, so we took a seat and waited. I stared out the window at the streaks of rain falling from the sky, watching the shapes they made on the glass, while Callie traced abstract patterns on the back of my hand absentmindedly. These small, everyday moments that would seem trivial to anyone else were one of my favorite things about spending my life with Callie.

We waited in a comfortable silence until exactly 9.00 am when a door behind us was carefully opened. A woman stuck her head out and spoke in a clear voice that echoed across the quiet room.

"Arizona Robbins?" I nodded as Callie and I collected all our things and walked into the room. "How are you today? I'm Leanne Harbor." The woman said as we both took a seat in front of the desk which she occupied.

"Good, thanks, and yourself?" Callie replied, smiled widely and causing my heart to speed up from her incomparable beauty. How could anyone be so amazingly hot? I wondered to myself.

"I'm quite alright, thank you. So let's talk about Arizona here. It says in the paperwork you emailed us that she suffered from an ischemic stroke two weeks ago. And that she lost function in the left side of her body, could not speak normally, and had half of her face sagging down. Have you recovered any use of your limbs yet? Has your speech improved?" She asked, turning to me. I clenched my jaw.

"Well, within the first few days… afterwards, my face returned to normal and after a week or so I had my speech basically under control. My leg is almost ok for walking, but is still rather stiff and not easily controlled. As for my arm, well, I can lift it up and down, but I can't control anything below my shoulder." I explained in a bitter tone. I hated to talk about the stroke, especially because of how much it had managed to restrict my life.

"Have you experienced any tingling sensations in the affected areas since the stroke? Any numbness?"

"Only a small amount of tingling, but it was pretty consistent within the first few days, and I've felt a very mild amount of numbness in my arm."

"And what are your feelings as far as rehabilitation?" She asked inquisitively.

"Well, you see, I'm a pediatric surgeon and I really miss being able to save lives, so I would like to recover as swiftly and thoroughly as possible. I'll do whatever it takes." I replied.

"Well, you'll like it here then." She said, grinning. "Alright, let's see, you'll be trained by…" She flipped through the documents in front of her and pulled one out and set it on top. Oh god, I hope it isn't the uptight one we met earlier, I thought. Callie, sensing my unease, squeezed my hand reassuringly. "Patricia Williams. Her office is down the hall to the left, and then to the left again, first door you see." It wasn't until I exhaled loudly that I realized I'd been holding my breath. I was really glad I hadn't been assigned to the woman from earlier, she had just intimidated me too much. Callie thanked Leanne as we left the room, and I couldn't stop the feeling of relief that enveloped me as we walked through the corridor. That was, until we entered the office of my new trainer. Because, as she swung around to face us in her chair, I realized I knew her.