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

"Trish." In her surprise, the word slipped out of Arizona's mouth before she realized what she was saying. I glanced across the table at the unfamiliar woman and saw recognition dancing across her face.

"Well, if it isn't Arizona Robbins. I'll be damned." Patricia teased. I was surprised at the comfortable familiarity between them. She got out of her chair and walked over to us, giving Arizona, who was standing rooted to the spot, eyes wide, a big and rather lingering hug. In fact, I was fighting the urge to pull Patricia away from my wife when I saw her hands stray down to the small of Arizona's back. "How've you been?" She wondered when she finally released my wife, after what I'm sure must have been at least two minutes. But Arizona was still sending off waves of shock, almost frozen in place, so I thought it would be reasonable to step in.

"Great thanks, apart from the rather obvious dilemmas that an ischemic stroke would bring along. Callie Torres," I added, sticking out my hand which she shook, in a rather firm grip, I noted.

"It's a pleasure. May I ask how you know Arizona?" she replied, her eyes flicking between the two of us uncertainly. It was then that Arizona found her voice.

"She's my wife, Trish." She said quietly. Patricia's eyebrows shot up in surprise, and she gasped involuntarily.

"Who would have thought that Robbins here would have gotten up the courage to tie the knot?" She asked, laughing lightly. "I'm so happy for you two. Congratulations!" She exclaimed. Arizona smiled despite her awkward state, edging closer to me and winding her arm around my waist out of habit. I leaned into her and grinned, loving the closeness and the fact that Arizona was doing it to me, not that woman across from us.

"And how have you been? Last I knew, you weren't involved in rehab. I thought you were more of a neurologist." Arizona remarked.

"Well, you know, I decided it would be more rewarding and stimulating to shift my career a little. Keep life interesting, you know. And you, are you still a peds surgeon?" I smiled and Arizona nodded sadly.

"Well, I should be, but I kind of have something stopping me from that at the moment!" She said, pointing to her left arm.

"Oh! Right! I'm so sorry, I nearly forgot about the stroke stuff in the surprise of seeing you again." Patricia chuckled. "Let's get started on overviewing the basic routine we'll be following over the next few weeks, some of the main exercises we'll do, and a bit of background knowledge about this place."

Arizona's POV

"So, that's pretty much what we'll be doing." Trish finished, flourishing the pen she'd been using to point out details on a chart we were given. "You're lucky to have me, because I'm the softy of us all. The other trainers work you half to death. Even our routine will be a huge effort. But, knowing you, you'll be able to do it." She said thoughtfully. I nodded in agreement, looking at Callie who had been watching Trish and me with an eyebrow arched and a suspiciously pissed off expression on her face. She could tell something was up. I swear, that woman could read me like an open book. I felt on edge, not sure how to act with Callie Torres and Patricia Williams in the same room. I mean, there was my extensive history with Trish, and my life with Callie which both brought out different emotions and sides of me. "That's all you need to be here for today, but arrive here at 7.00 a.m. sharp tomorrow. That's when the hard work begins. It was lovely to see you again, Arizona, and great to meet you, Callie. Have a pleasant afternoon." Trish said, interrupting my thoughts.

"See you later!" Callie said with a wave and one of her amazing smiles. We shuffled out of the room together and made our way to the car. Callie stopped in front of me as we approached it, pausing to open my door for me. I smiled at the little things she did for me, loving her chivalry. In fact, she was acting completely normal about the whole thing. I was starting to think that I'd been overreacting about how she was going to take it all when, as we pulled out of the drive, she spoke up. "So…. Trish?" she asked with an sarcastic tone. I sighed. So close! I thought. "Who is she? How did you know her? And why, why the hell would she feel that it would be even slightly ok for her to give you that kind of hug?" She demanded, in that voice she takes on right before she starts ranting in Spanish. I gulped. "Well Trish," I began but backtracked due to the look that was taking over Callie's eyes, "I mean Patricia, was my… Well, she was my girlfriend." Callie exhaled loudly and was visibly relaxing.

"Well, if she's just another one of your exes, why didn't you just say so?" She wanted to know. I bit my lip.

"Calliope. She's Patricia. The Patricia," I paused, measuring her expression. "Only when I knew her, it was Patricia Greene not Williams." At this, Callie went from relieved to pissed so fast, it was almost comical and would have made me laugh if I hadn't been the cause.

"And she's going to be your trainer?" She asked, a false calm taking over. Oh god, passive aggressiveness. So much worse than full frontal Latino swearing. I was in deep.

"Guess so." I said hesitantly. Callie shook her head, her eyes focused on the road ahead as she wound through the city of Seattle in the rain.

"I think we should call and arrange for someone else to take you. I mean, it's like at the hospital when they don't let us operate on family members." She said quietly. At that point I realized how hard it would have been on her. You see, Trish was my girlfriend before I moved to Seattle Grace. We started out as a medical team. We'd worked together on many high profile, experimental and difficult cases, and kicked ass. A neurologist and a peds surgeon, we made a good duet. I found myself being able to connect with her on another level, and we found it especially easy to combine our skills for the best possible outcome. As well as that, we were in love. Well, at least we thought we were, but since I've met Callie, I know what real love is. Anyway, I'd been dangerously close to giving up everything for Patricia. We were going to leave Seattle, get married and start a practice of our own. I was ready to sacrifice just about anything for her: my friends, my hard work at Hopkins, and my happiness. But in the end, we both realized that I wasn't truly happy with the way things were heading, and chose to go our separate ways.

I could see how it would look from Callie's point of view, so I thought it would be best to do what she wanted, because she filled me with such joy that I would have done anything to make her feel even a fraction of how happy I felt with her.

"Calliope, can you please turn here?" I asked. She looked in the direction I had gestured to and rolled her eyes. It was the way to our favorite park. I smiled as she grudgingly did as I'd requested. After the car made it up the steep hill and she turned off the car, I turned to face her. "I'm going to get out of the car. But you are going to sit here until I come back for you, ok?" She frowned questioningly, but still continued to follow my instructions. I got out and, while trying to shield myself from the persistent downpour, opened the trunk. I rooted around through the layer of debris that had accumulated and found the blanket that was always in there, along with two umbrellas and a towel, for once glad that we never got around to cleaning the car properly. After closing the trunk, I walked past where my beautiful wife was waiting, winking at her when we made eye contact. I strode as quickly as my stroke-affected leg would allow on a wet path to the seat that was our spot. I opened the two umbrellas, and positioned them over the bench so they made a little roof, only just big enough for two to sit under. I then proceeded to place the towel under them, to dry the rain sodden seat. After this, I went back to the car and flung open her door, and planted a quick kiss on Callie's cheek while reaching over her to unbuckle her seatbelt, and took her hand in mine, pulling her out of the car. She looked very cute in her surprised state, and I could tell she had no idea what was going on I my head. "Come on, you," I said, leading her along the trail to where I had made our little cubby. "Ta-da!" I giggled, throwing out my working arm as she laughed, shaking her head slowly at my childishness. "After you, my dear!" I joked as I moved one of the umbrellas so we could get under and then put it carefully back in place, although we were already soaked. That was where the blanket came in handy. Wrapping it around Callie and myself, I began my apology. "Callie, I'm sorry you had to have one of my infamous exes ruin your day, but I promise, if she coaches me, it would mean nothing to me. I'm over her. I love YOU. But if you want me to change trainers, I will. I'll get the crazy lady we met on our way in. Because there's only two things that matter to me. They are: your happiness and me being able to save the tiny humans again soon. Did I mention that I love you?" I added, and Callie chuckled.

Callie's POV

My heart melted at Arizona's genuine sweetness.

"I'm sorry, honey, I must have been a real grouch if you felt you needed to fashion this," I said gesturing around, "to make it up to me."

"Oh well, jealousy is a bitch. Trust me, I know. And I thought this would be fun, as well as the obvious benefits of making it up to you."

"Well, it wasn't your fault that those things happened. But you're right, this is rather… fun. It's nice snuggling!" I said, wiggling my eyebrows. Arizona giggled, flashing me one of her super magic smiles. Suddenly, I was overcome by awe at how amazing she was, and wanted nothing more that to be close to her. I pulled my arm out of the blanket and put it around her shoulder, bringing her as close to me as was possible without ruining the little haven she'd made with the umbrellas. I brushed my lips along the length of her collarbone until they reached her neck, then whispered in her ear, "You know, what I have in mind for you right now might not work with these umbrellas in the way, so do you wanna go back to the car?" I asked suggestively. She caught on to my mood quite quickly, or maybe was already headed there herself, but either way picked up the umbrellas and stood up.

Once back in the warmth of the car and out of the constant rain, I captured Arizona's lips in a searing kiss. My hands wandered along the expanse of her back, resting on her hips as her working hand tangled in my damp curls, locking my face against hers. Not that I would ever have dreamt of leaving her side at that moment. I needed her then, and I think she needed me too, because it felt like we were made for each other. In moments like those, it was plain to see. But I was still trying to figure out how someone as crazily perfect as Arizona could have ever wanted me. Not that I wasn't incredibly glad she did everyday.