A/N: If anybody has an suggestions as to how I should label the characters for this fic, please let me know. It will basically be equal parts Calzona and Maddison, but I can only list it under two names. I chose Callie and Arizona just because I had to pick somebody, but it probably led to confusion. The summary says it's about both ships, but still. For any of you who have been confused as to where the Calzona is, here it is. Enjoy. :)

Arizona shook her head when she walked into the OR gallery and found her fifteen-year-old daughter sitting their reading Romeo and Juliet in between glances down to the surgery taking place below her. Mark father was operating on the victim of a severe house fire and placing skin grafts were there was no longer healthy tissue.

"What are you doing here? I thought we said no more –"

"Dad had to stop and check on a patient. Just so happens he ended up in surgery," she said.

"Well, I have to go pick up the boys from soccer," she said. "But come on. I'll give you a ride."

"No thanks," she said. "I'm good."

"You're not supposed to be here."

"You're in peds," she said. "That's a forty-year-old dude. Why are you here?" she asked. "Admit it. Because it's totally cool. I mean...sad that he got burned, but awesome that dad can grow him new skin."

"I'm here because the patient is my patient's dad."

"Oh. Did the kid get burns too?"

"Not nearly as bad. She's doing okay."

"Good."

"Really, though. Let's go. I'll drop you off at dad's."

"Fine," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Hey!"

"What?"

"Attitude."

"But you're making me leave." She closed her book. "And interfering with my education. Romeo was -"

Arizona laughed. "You're gonna be a hell of a surgeon someday," she said. "But I'm pretty sure it's not okay to have teenagers hanging out in OR galleries. Bailey wouldn't approve."

"And you have authority issues," Sofia said. "So you can't bend the chief's rules. Right?"

"No. I can't."

Sofia got up. "Fine."

"You'll be in med school before you know it," Arizona promised.

"You're no fun." Still, she couldn't help but smile.

"I love you, too," she replied, kissing Sofia's forehead.

"What's not to love?" she teased.

"You know that Sloan cockiness gene?"

"Yep."

"Why'd you have to get it?"

Sofia laughed.

"Okay, I get it," Callie said as she walked into Arizona's OR.

She had been avoiding Mark and the other woman who was carrying his child – for two days now. She knew that he said he was still willing to be involved and that nothing had changed, but she was really unsure. She didn't want to be let down, so her walls went up.

"Not the time or the place, Doctor Torres," Arizona simply said as she continued to operate on the eleven-month-old that was on her table.

"You can't run away from me in here," she said. "And I know that you can multitask. So...listen."

"Calliope, please –"

"Mark got somebody else pregnant."

"Shocking," Arizona said. "Somebody really should take him to the drug store and point out what a condom is, huh?"

Callie continued. "And I'm scared. So I get it."

"This has to do with me, how?"

"I love this baby. I know that. I want this baby more than...anything I've ever wanted in my entire life. This baby means the world to me."

"Rub it in a little more. Thanks."

"I mean the world to you."

"You used to."

"Come on, Arizona! You may be pissed off, and that's totally understandable. I've hurt you. I know that. But I also know for a fact that you love me. That you can't live without me. You said it yourself when you came back. Remember? You'd be in Africa right now if you didn't need me."

Arizona willed herself to focus. Callie was right. Damn it. Why was she so convincing? Arizona was furious that Callie had slept with someone else – and conceived a child – so quickly after she had left. She was carrying around so much rage because of it. If she didn't love Callie Torres, she wouldn't care even half this much. But she adored her. She had tried so hard not to, but she just did.

"Say something," Callie said. "Arizona, I'll do anything. Really. I just want you back."

"You're right," she finally caved. "I can't get you out of my mind."

"Uh huh," Callie smiled, even though Arizona couldn't see it through the mask.

"But am I really your number one? Or are you here because you're mad at Mark and you need somebody else? I can do better than you. If that's the case."

"You can do better than me?" Callie yelled. Picturing Arizona happier with anyone else made Callie's stomach turn. "

"You cheated –"

"I did not cheat!" Callie disagreed. "You said we were over!"

"Dr. Robbins, her pressure's dropping," a nurse said quietly.

Both women had forgotten that the surgical team was even there still. Arizona had done something she never thought she'd do in the OR. She had screwed up. Her focus wasn't solely her given to her patient. She froze.

"What's her blood type?" Callie asked. "She's losing too much blood."

"Ummm...AB," Arizona said.

"I'm on it," she replied, leaving the OR to go get as much AB blood as she could.

Arizona couldn't help but give Callie the point for that round. She had saved her ass and her patient's life. "Stay with me, Sofia..." she told the little patient. "I need suction over here!"