"Dr Robbins! Come here! Dr Robbins I need a word with you!" This is not what Arizona needs right now, It's Mr Bentley, Jessica's Father. He had been absent from the ward all week and right now, seconds after her confrontation with Callie this is not what she needed.

"How can I help?"

"I want Jessica discharged today, right now. You'll all be filling her head with non-sense; she should be upset if she hadn't gone to that party nothing would have happened to her. It's you isn't it, you've been the one telling her she has nothing to be sorry for! How dare you? She's my daughter, she's-"

"Mr Bentley, yes she is your daughter. You can bring her up anyway you want but as long as she is in this hospital she is my patient and I shall discharge her when I feel its medically relevant not because it's what you want. Now I understand you're angry and that you're upset, but do not take that out on Jessica. She needs you, she needs you to be strong." She sighs, this day has been so long and it's not even over. She can see the nurses watching the exchange between them, she can see Callie strolling down the hall towards them to see what the commotion is. Arizona feels like she is stuck in a web of rumours and lies and she can't get out. "And for your information your daughter has nothing to be sorry for, what kid doesn't go out to a party at her age. Who doesn't want to have a good time? She didn't ask to be raped. It's not her fault and if you're going to go in there and blame her, make her feel ashamed then I suggest you don't go anywhere near her hospital room because if I for one minute think your making this harder for her I'll be ringing social services before you can stutter out an excuse." She stomps of out of the PEDs ward, usually it's her safe haven but everyone is watching her for some clue into the Callie and Arizona mystery. She knows she could be in trouble with the Chief for threatening the call social services on that man but she doesn't care. She has one more surgery to do and then her shift ends.

-

It's late and Callie is sat at Joe's on her fourth tequila by the time she is joined by Christina. She can't believe how out of control her relationship with Arizona has ended up, and it's all her fault. She saw the devastation on the woman's face as she hurled insult after insult at her, but Arizona was the better person; Arizona didn't once insult her or call her names.

"What do you want?" She groans at her flatmate, they can get along most of the time but they're not exactly the closest of friends and all Callie wants to do right now is get drunk in silence.

"I heard you had a fault with McPerky, and that you think she slept with someone else the night you broke up with her."

"How did you k-"

"Mcsteamy - but don't blame him I had to pull it out of him. Anyway that's not my point, I'm going to tell you something and then I'm going to leave you to wallow in self pity. I would offer to join you but...then you'll want to talk about your feelings blah blah blah." Callie raises an eyebrow at her and downs another shot of tequila, she can hardly feel it burn anymore. "She didn't sleep with anyone else, I stayed over and held her as she cried then we both fell asleep. So whatever you thought you saw you didn't because I stayed with her all night. I know I'm a fantastic person, I'm going to heaven. Bye." With that Christina, true to her word, left Callie to it and headed out of the bar.

Callie felt numb, she couldn't process what the cardio resident had said to her, what it meant for her. It meant she was wrong, so, so, so terribly wrong. That she had called the woman she loved a whore for no good reason. That she had irreversibly destroyed their relationship, all because she was afraid of what being in love with her meant. Callie Torres sat in Joe's drinking shot after shot for the rest of the night, in self pity just like Christina had predicted. The question running through her mind was how was she ever going to make this right?

-

Arizona had just got out of a meeting with the Chief, not a meeting more like a lecture and a stern warning. Like she had anticipated Mr Bentley had complained about the way she had spoken to him yesterday and luckily the Chief had managed to talk him out of suing her, although what judge would ever side with him over her she didn't know. It took all her will power not to yell at the Chief and tell him exactly what she thought of Mr Bentley, and now she had to go apologise to him. Just the thought of his smug grin was enough to make her cringe.

She hadn't seen Callie since yesterday when she had called her a whore, she couldn't believe what she was hearing at the time. Calliope, her sweet lovely Calliope, had stood in front of her calling her a whore. Even until then she had been holding onto small tethers of hope that they could reconcile, that their love would overcome this...this pettiness. But after that, after hearing what the brunette thought of her she couldn't see a way back.

"Arizona! Arizona wait for me please. Arizona! Hold the doors." Out of instinct more than anything she held her arm out stopping the elevator doors from closing and leaving without the flustered looking Latina. It wasn't until she was stood next to her in the confined place without any other people that she realised by doing so she had put herself in a very awkward position. "Arizona, please listen to me, you gotta listen I'm so, so sorry for yesterday. All the things I said, I didn't mean them. Well at the time I did but only because I thought you had...and then Christina told me...and now I know that you'd never do that...and I'm so, so sorry. Please baby you have to believe me when I say I'm sorry." Arizona had half expected her to have yelled at her some more, she wasn't expecting an apology. She wasn't prepared for an apology, she didn't know what to say or what to do. She ended up staring at the woman in front of her having no idea how she was meant to feel right now, was she meant to be angry, sympathetic, happy, sad, insulted, loved? She didn't know which way was up or which way was down. She had no great wisdom from her father right now, her mind was drawing a blank. The only thing she could remember at that moment in time was her father telling her to always let them think your on top of the world, that way they wouldn't ever be able to drag you down. She could faintly hear the elevator doors ping open. She stared into the cautious eyes of Callie for a second longer and then started leaving.

"Super." She smiled at her and left her standing there with her mouth open staring after her.

She really wasn't prepared for an apology.

-

"Super! I mean who says that after receiving an apology. I would even think that's weird. Don't you think that's weird?"

"Look girl, you're the one that said it. You're the one that was there. You're the one who, even after my repeating myself that I don't want to hear about your personal life, keeps talking about it. Yes I think it's weird. I think your damn weird but shut up about it and let me do my work in peace." Bailey sighed and gathered her chart and walked away from the perky PEDs surgeon before she chucked them at her. Arizona gaped at Bailey, she knew she could talk for the best of them but she hadn't realized she was annoying the general surgeon so much. She was just so confused by the apology; she didn't know what it meant for them. What she wanted it to mean for them. Was there still the possibility of them?

-

Callie was stumped, after apologising to Arizona she had expected to be slapped, yelled at, wept on, anything other that 'super'. What did that even mean? Was Arizona willing to give them another go? She sighed into the pillow of the bed in the on call room, she was trying to get a nap before her next surgery but she just couldn't get the conversation out of her head. Super. Who says that when someone's just apologised? That isn't even an appropriate response. Callie was now 'super' confused.