Mark set down the suitcase as he entered the house. The ride home had been quiet as hurt feelings still lingered in the air. Callie spent the drive trying to steady the fast pace of her heart and struggled to breathe evenly as she fought tears that wanted to emerge but ultimately didn't. He glanced over to her every other second and watched as she'd fumble with her fingers in her lap as she looked out the window. He wanted to grab her hand, kiss it, but his nerves didn't allow his hands to let go of his cold grip of the steering wheel. He stepped back as she made her way in, her eyes meeting his for just a brief moment. She was almost hesitant. Maybe it was too soon. Maybe she should have stayed with Addison for just a little while until the dust settled. Maybe they should spend a little time a part.

"Callie?"

Callie turned back to answer only to find herself pressed against the door, his lips on hers. It had surprised her but as their mouths opened wider she relaxed, feeling the beat of his heart as he pressed against her. He broke the kiss, his tongue going over his lips as he leaned his forehead against hers, looking her in the eyes.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I was so stupid. I didn't mean to hurt you. I would never mean to hurt you. All these feelings were so...unexpected and I - I'm sorry."

It was what she needed to hear and his words washed over her, renewing her certainty that this was right, that she belonged there with him. Her shoulders lowered as her hand went against his cheek, her thumb rubbing across his mouth. He took her hand in both his, kissing her palm first before leading her into the living room. He sat on the sofa, pulling her with him to sit in his lap, both her legs going on either of his as she faced him, her hands resting on his upper arms.

"Are you scared?" he asked her, reading her over as he held her.

"I don't want us to be ruined. I'm scared to lose you," she answered.

Mark's hands rubbed her back as they looked at each other. The last several days had been a roller coaster of emotions and events that left them both on edge, doubts plaguing the back of both their minds as they fought with each other and for each other. It had been a battle of wills and pride but it was love that ultimately won and cast everything else aside.

"That's my biggest fear," he said. "Losing you. It hurts a lot."

She knew his pain and felt it too. Six agonizing months of it.

"I know."

He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

"There's a lot to talk about," he said, getting a nod in reply. "There's so much to work through."

She looked at him as her bottom lip was pulled between her teeth. She had so much to say, to tell and it had been all pushed down and avoided. She could say it now, now that he was ready to listen, ready to hear her explain. But she couldn't. It had been such a trying day and she was tired. She'd rather spend the night looking at him.

"Can we," she finally said, "can we start tomorrow?" She swallowed as his fingers played in her hair. "Can you just hold me?"

She wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her.

"Tighter." She said.

He squeezed her tight as she let out a sigh.

"Better?"

"Mmmm."

Mark held her tight for several minutes, listening as she breathed in and out. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest as her fingers rubbed at the nape of his neck. His hand went up and down her back as she took in a sharp breath, her body shaking as she began to cry. He squeezed her tighter as he felt her hot tears land onto his shirt. She hadn't realized how scared she had gotten. She had been so determined to win him back that the possibility that she wouldn't be able to had been forgotten. But it had been there, in the back of her mind, never having him back, never being held by him again. So she cried as the relief washed over her, as his strong arms held her and for the first time since her arrival, she no longer had to fight. He was hers again. The fight had left her bare and exhausted, but he was hers again.

She leaned back, his hands going to her face to wipe the tears away. Her hands wrapped around his wrists as he did so, a smile on her face. She was stunning, even through her tears. He felt whole again as he held her and he thanked whatever god or deity that had brought her back to him. He smiled back, unsure of what he did to ever have her in the first place.

She leaned in to kiss him. It was without thought or hesitation. It wasn't fraught with urgency or need, just love, the emotion that had come the most natural to them both. It was almost languid except it was a way for her to transfer everything that was in her heart to his. The kiss deepened slowly as her arms made their way back around his neck and his around her waist. She scooted further down his lap as much she could, enjoying the ease in which their bodies molded together.

He laid her down on the couch as the kiss continued, each taking their time to revel in it. His fingers undid the buttons of her shirt, lingering over her skin as more flesh was unveiled. Callie's fingers tangled in his hair as his lips trailed kisses along her jaw and down her neck, between her breasts and down her stomach. She smiled as his tongue made circles around her belly button before a kiss was placed there as well. He raised himself to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it aside before looking back down at her. There was a playfulness in her eyes that was rewarded with a grin. He lowered himself back down to her but jerked his head when she tried to meet him for a kiss. She smiled, raising her head again only for him to allow a single brush of his bottom lip against her top. He smirked when she lifted the famous eye brow and he felt her hands on his zipper.

"Watdoya think you're doing?" he asked, pinning her hands above her head.

"Nothing apparently."

His grin became a smile as he lowered his head for a kiss, but it was her turn to avoid it, turning her head away. He went for her neck instead, sucking lightly on the spot that always made her writhe.

"Cheater," she teased as she sucked in air, her back arching to his touch.

His mouth was on hers again, her hands held by one of his hands as his other went to her zipper, sliding it down. His hand was slow as it went over the red lace of her underwear. His mouth went to her ear, biting down on her lope before letting it slip free.

"Someone's excited," he whispered, seduction dripping from his tongue.

She turned her head to look at him, defiance on her face.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

He played along, running his hand over the material a few moments more before moving his hand to the inside of it. He watched her face as her breath stopped and she fought to inhale and exhale. He grinned down at her as she did, her eyes closing as his middle finger drew small circles over her.

"Such a cheater,"she moaned.

Mark released her hands, his mouth falling on hers as his other hand continued its assault. She whimpered into the kiss when he removed his hand, lifting her to slide the shirt from her shoulders. It slid to the floor as well as her bra once it was undid. She climbed on top of him as they returned to their original position on the sofa. Her mouth moved to his neck, her tongue licking him as her fingers felt over his chest. Her mouth dropped down lower to kiss over each of his nipples, smiling up at him as he laughed. He was always oddly ticklish there. She returned her lips to his as her fingers continued to play over them before sliding down over his abdomen. He broke the kiss with a grin when her hands were once again on his zipper. She tilted her head as her eyebrows rose, fighting back a laugh as his eyes narrowed. Her hands teased him over the material of his jeans before she dipped her fingers between the silk of his boxers. Their eyes stayed on each other as she held him in her hand, her thumb grazing his tip with deliberate slowness. His hips bucked reflexively, lifting her in his lap before settling back down. His hands were on her back but his fingers began to dig into her flesh as her other hand joined in, torturing him with long slow strokes up and down. He bucked again when she cupped him, his breathing becoming labored as their eyes stayed on each other, a grin spreading wider on her lips.

"Who's cheating now?" he asked between breaths.

She didn't answer. She only continued to watch him as her hands stroked him, rising and falling in his lap each time he shifted. They were playing a game, one she always won but not from lack of valiant effort on his part, but because the odds were always stacked against him. She had the hair and the eyes and the lips with that smile, and the breasts and the hips and the legs and those hands. She was impressed at how long he was able to hold out, increasing the pace of her strokes as her thumb went back and forth over the tip. He lurched, crashing his mouth on hers before placing her on her back. She yelped at the sudden movement, laughing as he lifted himself to tug the jeans from her body.

"You're evil, you know that?" he asked through her laughter, sliding the red lace down her legs.

He didn't have the patience to free himself of his jeans, allowing them to pool below his hips before he was over her again. Their tongues wrestled as he tugged her along the cushions of the sofa. But she hadn't won just yet. She felt him against her but he was in no hurry to enter her, instead allowing himself to rub between her warm folds. She moaned her frustration, wrapping her legs around him only for him to lift his hips away. Her head dropped back into the cushions as she pouted. Callie's hands went between their bodies but his hands caught them, his fingers entwining with her after pinning them above her head again. Damn him and his man strength. He was really trying to win this thing.

"Give in, Sloan," she purred, squeezing his waist with her thighs.

But he shook his head, his lips going to her neck, sucking gently as his tongue flicked her skin repeatedly. She began to writhe, lifting her hips to touch his throbbing shaft. His head dropped at the touch but he was determined and simply scooted further down the couch. His hands held her upper arms in place as he continued to suck, sliding down to her breasts to take a hardened nipple into his mouth.

"Fuck," she whimpered as he took his time, her back arching against her will.

He smiled as his teeth kneaded it before his entire mouth was over it, sucking and tasting with leisure. She thought he was done when he kissed it but he only went to the other to do it all over again. She wanted to pout but the sensations were setting her body on fire. He rubbed her core with his knee, the fabric only increasing the sensations as she took in a sharp breath. The lids of her eyes lifted to catch him smirk above her. She was in a state between bliss and being pissed off. Her head lifted suddenly, her body twisting as she tried to get free from under him. He was caught off guard as he lost his hold. They both screamed when they tumbled from the sofa to land on the floor. Her laugh rang out loudly as she landed on top of him. He joined her after the shock wore off, his hand rubbing the back of his head.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"No!" he teased, his hand continuing to rub the back of his head.

She replaced his hand with hers, rubbing on the spot.

"Awwww."

"Shut up."

She laughed again, pulling at his arms so that he sat up as he held her. She lifted herself as she turned his head to take a look, her fingers slowly rubbing at a small knot that had formed.

"I'm sorry,"she cooed.

"Yeah right. You meant to do that," he playfully accused as he rolled his eyes.

"I did not. Here," she said before placing a kiss on his cheek. "All better?"

He pouted, his bottom lip poking out as he shook his head no.

Callie kissed his extended lip, looking at him as it was pulled back in. She kissed him again and watched as his frown disappeared.

"Better?"

"A little," he answered, his voice low and deep, his eyes on her mouth.

She rolled her eyes before kissing him again. He caught her bottom lip between his teeth and sucked on it, his tongue going over it. She smiled as the kiss deepened, adjusting herself as her legs went over his hips. She broke the kiss, laughing out loud as he struggled to kick his jeans free. Once they were off, her mouth was on his again, her fingers playing over his chest as he held her with one hand, the other extended behind him on the floor. He raised it to scoot the coffee table away, turning them so that his back was against the sofa.

"Should we - " she began.

"No." he answered quickly.

"Are you -"

"Yes."

His hand tangled in her hair as the kiss continued. She scooted further up his legs as the went out behind her, her hands trailing down his body until she found him again, hard and throbbing. He looked at her with a smile, giving up. She raised herself as he slid in slowly, holding onto her lower back. She lowered her body inch by inch, their eyes locked until he was completely inside her.

Her arms wrapping around his shoulders as they rocked back and forth, sucking along his jaw as they went. The pace increased quickly, their bodies slapping against each other as they held on. A moan she was trying to quiet escaped, brushing past his ear. It only served as encouragement as each thrust met each one of hers. Her nails scraped along the nape of his neck, a small fist of his hair in her hand. She leaned back to let a hand rest on the floor. He kissed her below her chin, licking along her neck, both his arms wrapping tightly around her as shallow thrusts went deeper. She raised herself higher before allowing him to rebury himself in her. She wanted more, her arm leaving the floor to go back around his shoulder, nails digging. Her breath caught as he slammed into her, grunts pouring from his lips like a lullaby. It wasn't enough for either of them as they sped up.

He lowered her onto her back, pushing the coffee table further away. His mouth stifled a cry as he kissed her, feeling himself go even deeper. She held onto the backs of his thighs as he went, her hips lifting to meet him somewhere in the middle. She felt good. She felt so good. She squeezed him tighter between her thighs as she began to tremble. He could feel himself coming closer, sucking the side of her neck before burying his head in the crook of it. A few more deep thrusts and they erupted together, sounds of pleasure leaving their mouths without thought or care. He was hers again indeed. And she was his.

They laid with their bodies entwined, sheets and pillows brought in from the bedroom after going another round. Callie's head rested on his chest, her hair fanning over him and the pillow as their fingers played together on his stomach. They were both reflecting, their bodies spent, sighs let out every once and a while. Mark looked down at her, his hand rubbing over her shoulder and upper arm as she watched their fingers dance. A question was growing in his mind. He thought it better to leave it alone until things settled a little more but it kept going around in his thoughts.

"Callie?"

"Mmm?"

"What do you think of LA? Do you like it here?"

He felt as her fingers went limp in his. She thought for a moment, not entirely sure of how to answer. She had made her position pretty clear yesterday.

"It's nice," she finally answered, not looking up at him.

He swallowed, silence enveloping them.

"Could you see yourself living here?"

Her head finally raised at this, her brows dipping as she looked at him.

"In LA?"she asked.

"Yeah."

She looked back down, her fingers resuming their play with his. She thought it over. There was a bit of a mess she left back in Seattle, loose ends that needed to be tied. She could avoid it all together if she stayed in LA, have her things sent to her. Surgeries could be performed anywhere and living here would allow her to focus more on her research. She'd miss her friends though and the weather. She wasn't really the sunshine all the time kind of girl. She'd rarely ever be able to sport her favorite black leather jacket.

"Callie?" Mark said, drawing Callie from her thoughts.

"Hmm?"

He chuckled, knowing her thoughts probably had taken her to the moon and back.

"What are you thinking?"

"I..." she trailed off, dropping her fingers from his as she turned, her chin resting on his chest to look at him. "You like it here don't you?"

He did but in the back of his head he liked that there was no competition to contend with. He believed that she loved him but the threat left him unsettled. They could start over here, no reminders of pain lurking around a corner.

"I do," he answered. "I pretty much make my own schedule and the people I work with are amazing. They like you."

"Hmm, I like them too. I like that you weren't alone here. I'm glad that you had Addison and Sam and everyone else."

He brushed back hair from her eyes.

"You'd fit right in."

She smiled at his touch, staring at his steel blue eyes as they sparkled down at her.

"Do you want to stay?"She asked, raising herself to look more directly at him.

"I think so," he answered after a pause.

She swallowed. That settled it.

"You stay, I stay."

He smiled a toothy smile. "Yeah?"

She nodded, sincere to her word. They kissed.

"Yeah."

He awoke to a buzzing phone. Callie lay draped over him, small snores escaping as she continued to sleep. He took in a deep breath, hugging her tighter as he settled in the hopes that the phone would shut up. It wouldn't. He yawned, stretching out his arm, careful not to disturb Callie. His eyes scanned over the floor for the offending device, landing on his jeans that were just beyond the coffee table at the opposite end of him. He kissed Callie's forehead before gently rolling her off of him and stood to walk over to his pants. He dug in his pocket, pulling out the phone but the buzzing phone hadn't been his. He looked over to find Callie's jeans, putting on his boxers before picking them up to dig out the phone. It vibrated in his hand, Arizona's name flashing over the screen. His heart stopped. What did she want? He waited patiently as the phone stopped buzzing, a new missed call flashing up on the screen. She had three of them, along with voice mail messages and unread texts. The phone buzzed again. New voice message. He wanted to set the phone down but curiosity got the best of him and his thumb ran across the screen to unlock it.

There were texts from Cristina, a few from Bailey and other friends but the bulk had come from Arizona. His heart began to beat again, but it was racing as it pounded in his chest. He read over the latest one. 'Callie, baby. I don't understand what happened. Please call me. Tell me where you are.' He went to the next one. 'I know Cristina and Miranda know something. Why would you tell them and not me?' 'I don't deserve this, Callie. I don't know what I did wrong. Please call.' 'Are you okay? Just let me know if you're okay.' 'Baby, what happened? Where'd you go?' 'I found the note. What are you sorry about? What happened?' 'I came home last night and you weren't there. Should I be scared? Where are you?'

He read them over and over again. Did she just leave? There was no mention of a fight in the text, but there must have been one. Why else would she just leave? And without telling Arizona? He jumped when his phone began to ring, answering it quickly to silence the ring.

"Hello?" he whispered with a raspy voice, glancing back at Callie as she shifted but didn't awaken. He walked out of the living room and headed toward the kitchen.

"Mark?" The voice from the other end came from Arizona, making him freeze in his tracks.

"Arizona?"

She was silent a moment before she answered back. "Yeah, um...this might be, um -" she let out a labored breath. "Is Callie with you?"

He was silent as he held the phone to his ear, his heartbeat not slowing.

"I mean I think I know that she's with you but...I don't know for sure. I called her parents and they're not my biggest fans but I believe them when they said she wasn't there and I'm kinda praying that she's not with you but I don't know where else she would be so..." her rambling trailed off.

He stood, trying to process the information. He continued his way into the kitchen.

"Mark?"

It wasn't making the most sense to him. Callie's impulsive but she doesn't just leave. What the hell had Arizona done to her? Air made its way through his lips as he sat at the bar. "What you two fight about now, Robbins?" As soon as he asked her, he realized that Callie had never answered the question when he had posed it to her just a few days earlier.

"Is that was she told you?" Arizona asked, her voice strained. He could tell that she was crying.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"There was no fight. There was no argument. There was nothing. I don't know what happened. I thought we were fine. I thought we were happy. I was -" her voice broke as she spoke. She drew in a breath. "I was going to ask her to marry me."

His racing heart stopped yet again. The thought of Callie marrying someone else...he couldn't finish the thought. Everything had been fine? She just left? It didn't make any sense.

"Could you just tell me if she's there with you so I don't have to call the police or something," Arizona begged.

Callie walked into the kitchen clad in only her red lace underwear. He turned back as she entered, her feet dragging as she tried to shake off sleep. He turned back sure his face would give him away.

"I - um" Mark started, jumping slightly when Callie wrapped her arms around him from behind, taking a playful bite out of his shoulder. She kissed the side of his head, releasing him to go to the refrigerator and take out some orange juice. "Yeah," he finally answered.

The line went dead on the other end as he continued to hold the phone to his ear. Not much of anything was making sense to him.

"Do you want some?"

Mark turned toward Callie who was holding a carton of orange juice and a glass. He shook his head.

"What's wrong with you? You look like you've just seen a ghost. Who was that?"

He watched her poured a glass as he set the phone down. She took a sip before putting the carton back into the fridge. She took another sip, walking over to him, a sleepy grin on her face. She leaned into him, kissing his lips as his arms wrapped around her.

"That was Arizona...Robbins." He stated it simply, his eyes locked with hers, watching as the grin fell from her face.

"What?"

"I think you heard me."

Her eyes stayed on his until a chill went through her. He dropped his arms at his sides as she backed away from him.

"Why is she calling you?" she asked, setting the glass on the counter. She suddenly felt cold.

"You tell me." He answered.

He waited as she disappeared from the kitchen only to return with a sheet wrapped around her. She stood before him, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth.

"There was no fight was there?"

She looked at him a moment, wishing she could read his mind. She was going to tell him, but things had been so...She shook her head no.

"There was no big dramatic break up?"

Her head shook again. He didn't know what to think. What was this? What had they been doing the past few days?

"Are you still with her?" he asked, his voice incredulous.

"No!"

"What the hell is going on, Torres?"

She inhaled deeply, not exactly sure where to start.

"I-I hadn't meant to just leave her like that. I know she didn't deserve that, but I just...couldn't stay there."

"So you just, what? You just left?"

"I waited. I mean I tried to wait but her surgery ran long and I got anxious and then I got scared that she'd talk me out of it again, so I -"

"What do you mean, talk you out of it again? What does that mean?"

Her shoulders raised and lowered as his eyes bore into her. She didn't want to cause him anymore pain.

"Mark -"

"What did you mean, talk you out of it again?"

"You left and moved to here. You said you were, but I didn't believe you and then you were gone and I -" her breath hitched as she spoke, her words falling out quickly. She tried to swallow but she wasn't able to as a lump made a home in her throat.

His stomach began to flutter as he began to feel sick.

"I went after you."

He was afraid she was going to say that. Six months of hell and the entire time spent thinking she had given him no thought.

"I finished my surgery and I heard Derek talking to the Chief and I couldn't believe it, that you just left, so I went after you. But I was so stupid about it because I didn't have anything. I just had my keys and my phone so I drove. I drove and I drove but I only made it sixty miles before my damn car ran out of gas. I was in the middle of nowhere. I called you. I called and I called and I called and you wouldn't answer."

He had thrown his phone out of the window that day, annoyed by Derek's pleas for him to reconsider. He hadn't gotten any of her calls.

"I sat there for hours. I thought maybe you were with a patient and maybe you'd call me back. But you never did."

Mark wanted to vomit. His hand rubbed his stomach as it continued to flutter. Her eyes began to well.

"So finally I called Cristina but I was a little hysterical because you were gone and I couldn't get to you, so I wasn't able to explain myself properly and so when she came to get me, she brought Arizona with her. And she knew. Arizona knew that I was going after you. So she said that it was okay and that she loved me. She said that you deserved a new start and a chance to be happy and that it was good for you to go. Then she made all these promises about how happy we'd be. And that I just needed to give it a chance." She shrugged a shoulder as she chewed the inside of her cheek. "And the whole time I was praying for the phone to ring, but you wouldn't call me back. So I did. I went back with her."

Mark cleared his throat, his mind rewinding the last six months. If he hadn't have thrown out his phone. If he waited until after she had gotten out of surgery to leave. If he hadn't have deleted all those emails and voicemails. If he hadn't have let his stupid pride dictate his every decision! He could have been with her. They could have been together. They could have been happy.

"So what happened?"

Another breath was let out as she watched him, pain playing over his face as he clutched at his stomach.

"We were happy," she answered. "She was the perfect girlfriend. We'd go out with friends or to see a movie or go out dancing. We'd stay in, make love. We were happy. I - I thought we were happy."

A single tear made its way down his cheek as he listened to her, his blue eyes begging her to stop but he kept his mouth closed so that she'd continue.

"Then um, I was cleaning the apartment. We had gone shopping and I was putting some things away. I was hanging up some clothes in her closet and this little black velvet box," She gestured with her hands as her voice broke. "This little black velvet box fell off the closet shelf. There was this really beautiful engagement ring inside. It was so beautiful. I just couldn't believe it."

"You knew that she was going to ask you to marry her?"

She nodded.

"I just kept staring at the ring. And then I had this image," She gave a small laugh as she recalled it. "Arizona and I were at this fancy party or something. Celebrating somebody for some achievement. I had on this fancy dress with pearls around my neck and I was sitting in the corner as she entertained. I was bored out of my mind. And um, we had a son. And he had these perfect creases in his pants and he wore a bow tie and had the perfect hair cut and said things like, 'yes, mother.'" Another small laugh as her eyes met his again. "I was mortified."

Mark tried to laugh too, but it caught in his throat as his lips twisted.

"But then I imagined that the ring came from you. And I had this image of us at a fancy party and I had on a sexy dress." She smiled at the word sexy, her hand waving dismissively. "And I was standing by your side as you rested your hand on my hip. Everyone was laughing and having a good time as we entertained. And then um, we had these kids. They should have been in bed but they were running around, chasing each other and screaming. And we were laughing at them."

Her eyes met his again. "I wanted that. I wanted that and I never wanted anything more. So...I waited for Arizona to come home but I just couldn't wait so I was going to write her a letter but I don't know how to break someone's heart in a letter so I just wrote, I'm sorry and packed a suitcase and um, you know the rest." She looked down at the floor, quietly taking in a breath before looking back up to him. "You weren't my safety net, Mark. Arizona was. I was scared that day, when you told me that you were in love with me. I was afraid to ruin it, to lose you, but then you left and I just knew that I couldn't live without you."

Mark stood from his stool, taking her face in his hands. He couldn't believe it. She had come after him. He kissed her, a sob escaping as he did. He hadn't been second choice. He hadn't been an afterthought.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He cried. "I was so cruel to you."

"You were so angry and so hurt. Justifiably hurt. You wouldn't have heard me. You weren't ready to hear me."

"I can't believe how I treated you," he said with a trembling voice.

But she shushed him, shaking her head as she leaned up for another kiss. The sheet dropped as she wrapped her arms around him. He hugged her tight completely overwhelmed. She pulled back, laughing as she wiped the tears from his face.

"I don't think we've done enough of this," she teased, finally allowing him to laugh.

He kissed her again before looking into her beautiful brown eyes.

"So you saw kids, huh?"

She nodded. "Three. And they all had my hair because...well because my hair is badass."

He laughed.

"But they all had your nose and your ears."

"Blue or brown eyes."

She smiled with a shrug. "Brown eyes are dominate."

He kissed her again, mouths opening wide to allow the passion to deepen. He broke the kiss, holding her close as she rested her head on his chest.

"You have to call Robbins back."

She nodded against him.

"I had planned on going back to Seattle."

"We'll go back," he said.

She raised her head to look at him, her brows furrowing in confusion.

"What?"

"We'll go back. Seattle's our home. LA's nice but it was an escape. There's no reason to escape anymore. Besides, I had always pictured my kids growing up with Derek's."

She laughed, her hair falling into her eyes.

"Really?" she asked just to make sure.

"Really," he confirmed, kissing the side of her head.

[Epilogue coming soon]