Hey guys, this is the update as promised, which surprisingly came out of my mind without much difficulty! Your reviews from the last chapter helped magnificantly so please keep them coming. I should be updating again on Thursday or Friday depending on my schedule! I really hope you guys enjoy this one! =D
McSleepy - Callie still does not know who Arizona is, she's been thinking about Arizona for the past two weeks because she's upset she thinks she scared her away; you'll learn a bit more about that in this chapter
Funkyshaz57 - Don't worry, the happiness and confession is coming soon ... (:
Chapter Four
"You're sorry? What do you have to be sorry about?" She looks at me and I can see the pain written all over her face, as if the sarcasm in her voice wasn't enough.
"Yes, I'm sorry. You told me that you weren't proud of what you did and asked me not to judge you, but I panicked. And I'm so sorry. It's just who I am to panic and for that I'm sorry because you were completely honest with me and not many people do that."
"Okay, just stop right there." I'm caught off guard by her calm tone despite the hurt look that still was spread across her face. "You avoided me for two weeks and now you're saying sorry. You told me that you could handle whatever it was I had to say. I wouldn't have said anything if I knew you were going to react like that because you seemed like a good person, but now? Now, I honestly don't know what to think, because two weeks is a long time, Arizona."
I take a deep breath, trying to come up with a reasonable response, because she's right. And she doesn't even know that I was the girl. She doesn't know that I was the one on both accounts to make her feel like she was experiencing the hurricane Erica Hahn had left behind once again. But I was going to change that.
"Zona?" Oh sugar. I don't even get the chance to reply to Callie as Jane calls out, obviously from seeing me standing just out side her doorway in the hall. "Zona Robbins, I know you can hear me!"
I open my mouth to speak, to tell Callie something reassuring before replying to Jane but nothing comes out.
Callie, surprising me once again, does it for me as she walks closer, sticking her head in the door. "Yes, Jane, Dr. Robbins hears you. She'll be right with you." She gives Jane a small smile.
"I-I uh," is the only thing I can get to come out of my mouth.
"Just go," She says under her breath as she pulls her head out of the door, heading straight down the hall almost as if nothing just happened.
"So you finally decided to show up after all the work is done, eh Zona?" Jane says with a slight eye roll.
"Well I do have other patients, Jane, more specifically a critical patient that needed most of my attention this morning."
"That's good to hear. Here I thought you were avoiding me." She giggles, causing me to notice that she was on a sedative drip.
"No Jane, I wasn't avoiding you." I say walking further into the room.
"Well I'd be avoiding me if my sister was my sister." She says with a scowl crossing her face. "She's not here by the way." I can almost instantly feel a weight off my shoulders. "See," Jane obviously has noticed the relief that has uncontrollably crossed my face. "I knew that would make you feel better. Don't worry, Zona. I'd hate her too you know."
"Jane!" I can't help but scold her, even when sedated I know that you should never speak ill of your siblings; I've learnt that the hard way in life.
""What? If someone had done what she did to you, Zona, I'd hate them." She looks at me almost as if to say 'What the heck? You don't feel that way?'
"I don't hate Joanne, Jane." I say as my mind begins to go back that that fateful day making it hard to contain the composure I was already struggling with due to the run in with Callie.
"But Zona, she cheated on you in your own house and it wasn't a one time thing. You found them for goodness sake!"
"Yes, Jane, I know. But sometimes you've just got to let it go." And that was true, Jane was like the little sister I had never; Joanne and I may have had our differences in the end but that wasn't about to stop me from teaching Jane a proper life lesson, no matter how much I would actually like to have the chance to have at Joanne in some sort of physical fight that allowed me to slap her in the face. "I don't like your sister, but I don't hate her either."
"Well you're a bigger persona than I am Zona, I'll definitely give you that."
"Thank you, Jane." As I speak I realize that she is tilting her head to the side more than a normal person should or would be. "Uh, Jane are you alright?"
"Zona, can I ask for a favour?" She looks at me almost as if she's embarrassed; I can see the rosy blush creeping up slowly on her cheeks.
"Uh, sure." I crack a dimpled smile, hoping that it will relieve her obvious nerves.
"Can you scratch behind my ear? She says incredibly shyly with shocks me, especially with the sedative expanding her personality; Jane Abernathy was never the one to be shy. She may not have made friends easily but when she got to know you, she was anything but shy.
"Why can't you do it yourself?" I can't help but tilt my head to the side slightly; almost like a confused dog you see in those TV commercials.
She hangs her head now, almost as if in defeat. She moves her arms and pulls down the blanket that was covering up her chest to reveal a strap across her chest holding her to the bed before lift her arms out, as far as they can go that is. I can now see why she would need my help with something as simple as scratching.
"I kinda can't." She looks back up at me, embarrassment still written straight across her face.
I make the decision to cross the usual doctor-patient line as she is the closest thing I've had to a little sister. I break the distance between us and sit on her bed, leaning in to give her the best hug I can with her in this position. As I pull away and begin to scratch behind Jane's ear, she says something that takes me highly off guard.
"She likes you, you know."
"What you talking about, Jane?" I can't help but raise an eyebrow at her.
"Dr. T. She totally likes you, and I mean in a more than friends way." Jane gives me a quick wink before beginning to giggle like a little girl just as she had done earlier.
"Jane, you're definitely off your game." I bow shake my head, unable to look her in the eye.
"Come off it, Zona, very darn well know it." She's started to get frustrated with me now.
"Jane, you definitely are mistaken. And I think that it's about time for you to try and get some rest."
"No, I am not. Do you wanna know how I know?" She looks at me with a look as if to challenge me.
"Fire away, but you'll still be wrong." I say, my defences starting to put up my walls.
"Okay, for one she would have just walked away when you spoke to her if she didn't like you. But Dr. T took the time to explain why she was mad at you and said that she doesn't know what exactly to think."
" Jane, she would've done that if she was thinking of me possibly becoming her friend." I spit out instantaneously
"Wait, wait. Hold onto your horses, Zona, I wasn't finished."
"Well what else did you notice, Nancy Drew?" I give her a smirk, curious of what she had to say.
"How she looks at you." She gives me a wide smile, obviously proud of herself.
"And how does she look at me, Jane? To me she just looked mad." I say, trying to not let her have the satisfaction of possibly being right.
"The way you used to look at Jo." Her answer causes my stomach to start to do somersaults inside of me. "You used to look at her just like that when she went out with Maddie, like you wanted someone you knew couldn't have no matter how bad you wanted them, someone who you wanted to want you as bad you wanted them."
She's looking at me with a look that's telling me she knows that I want Callie Torres, no matter how much I tried to force it back. I don't say anything, I can't. I simply sit there, feeling Jane reach her hand out slight, putting it on top of mine.
"You told me that sometimes you just got to let go." She gives me a smile that I haven't seen in a long time; one that isn't from victory nor sympathy, one that is from simply being content. "You've got to let go of whatever you did to make her mad and try and make her happy like you really want to, because I can tell that you like her too."
At her words I can feel slight tears pricking in my eyes. "Sometimes you are way too mature for your age. Why are you like this when it comes to everyone else but not when it comes to yourself?" I ask, my heart is begging to know exactly why she jumped.
"Because you guys are important." She says as if she had simply stated the obvious, like she had said Seattle was way too rainy for some people to handle.
I look her straight in eyes now as I shake my head. "No, you are." She starts to protest but I stop her, putting a finger to her lips as if to shush a young child. "You're the most important, and everyone else who doesn't accept that doesn't matter. You've got to take care of yourself first then everyone else comes after." I say with a dimpled smile. "Okay?" I pull my finger away from her lips.
"Okay."
"You've got to love yourself first then others will see that and realize how great you are. Just give yourself and the world a chance to see you grow, Janie." I lean in and kiss her forehead just as my brother had done to me over the years growing up before standing up to leave.
She doesn't say anything; she simply looks at me, giving a look of appreciation. As I reach the door way her voice calls out to me, causing me to stop. "Yes, Jane?"
"You're going to make some girl, hopefully Dr. T," She pauses to give me a small devilish smirk and lets out a small giggle, "really happy someday, Zona. I'm just sad I won't be there to see it."
"Thank you, but I might not be with your sister any more but I'll always care about you, Janie. If you ever need anything you know where to find me." I say with a genuine wide smile. I leave the room hoping that somehow I was going to be able to take my own and Jane's advice and find a way to make this chapter of my life work.
"How's it shakin' Robbins?" The unmistakable voice of Mark Sloan enters my conscious, catching me slightly off guard cause me to jump in surprise.
I was sitting in the attendings lounge dictating charts hoping that the things I was going to say to Callie would pop into my head. "Jeez, Sloan, way to scare a girl."
"Sorry." He says as he takes a seat down next to me on the couch. "So whatcha doin'?" He asks, as he sticks his head into my personal space trying to get a look at the chart I was currently writing in, strangely enough a wide smirk crosses his face.
"Planning my trip to the moon, what does it look like I'm doing?" I chuckle. "I'm dictating charts."
"Sounds like a blast." He nods his head with a look of understanding, "So word on the street is that you apologized to Torres."
I can't help but put down my pen and sigh, "You, Mark Sloan, are a flower pot in a window."
"Are you saying that I'm pretty to look at?" He looks at me, narrowing his eyes almost as if his feelings are hurt. "Because I'm more than what is on the outside, which I'd have to admit is attractive."
"No, what I'm saying is that you are nosy, you listen to everything." I give him a look that obviously shows my slight annoyance with him.
"Hey!" He huffs out his chest slightly to make himself look tough, even though I can tell that he's only being less than half serious. "I'm just looking out for my friend here, Robbins."
"Well in that case, yes I did apologize and she still was mad at me. And of course her patient was a family friend who decided to call out to me whilst I was trying to think of something to finish up my apology so I never did get to finish."
"You don't seem to be the type who likes not having the last word."
"Normally, I'm not."
"So I reckon you should try again." He says, a slight smirk threatening to crack across his face.
I can't help but look at him with a look of confusion. "And why would you, of all people, suggest that? I thought you'd hate me as much as she does."
"She doesn't hate you, Robbins. She's just been having a rough year of dealing with people and she just thought you were different. Hell, I thought you were too, though I would have to say that two weeks is a long freaking time, Blondie."
"Hey! My name isn't Blondie for one, and for two I apologized. I'm unfortunately the type that freaks out in highly personal situations but I thought I could handle it that day and I couldn't I already told her that."
"I know you did, I know. So I still think you should try again."
"I've heard that already, I just want to know why you said it." I say giving him an obvious look.
"Because she's my friend, and she doesn't get upset at people she doesn't care about. So she obviously saw something in you that day that made her care, even if she only met you less than 24 hours before."
His words, unbeknown to him, have a double meaning that causes my stomach to once again to somersaults inside me. She did care. Jane may have said that she did but hearing it now from her best friend makes the evidence she found concrete.
"So you honestly think I should, you're not just doing this so you can get a kick at her getting upset with me again?" I say, now raising my eyebrow at him.
"I honestly think you should," He says just as his pager goes off. Mark stands up, checking his pager as he walks to the doorway, only to stop and turn around to look me straight in the eyes, a small smile crossing his face. "Don't be too hard on yourself, Robbins."
And with that, he is gone; leaving me to think of how I was going to make things right with Callie.
Callie Torres, Results Found, Zero.
"You've got to be kidding me!" I can't help but huff under my breath. Dr. Webber had been proud of this 'state of the art' system he had told me about in his pitch to get me sign my contract and the darn thing couldn't find a doctor I was sure was in the system. It was supposedly able to locate every member of staff who had their pager turned on as long as they were on hospital grounds. It was in the middle of the day, so I was certain Callie was still at the hospital.
'Stupid 'state of the art' bolognie' I think to myself.
Just as I'm about to exit out the program, bold letters navy letters against the white section of the bottom of the page. 'Did you mean: Calliope Torres, Dr.' I click the link to reveal a page with her hospital ID photo and her location. I guess I did mean Calliope Torres; I can't help but smirk, Callie was a nice name but Calliope suited her more, it was beautiful. After tearing my eyes away from the surprisingly attractive ID photo of her I look at the map of the hospital to find a light blue star in the main lobby of the hospital.
I quickly jump up from the desk and begin to wheel down the hall as quick as I can, hoping she wouldn't be gone by the time by the time I reach the lobby as well.
Finally leaving my antsy elevator ride to the lobby, I roll out onto the lobby floor searching around purposefully for a familiar head of raven hair or warm brown eyes. After a few moments I find her, walking straight towards the main doors of the hospital, bag in hand obviously leaving for the day.
"Callie!" Without even thinking I call out to her and begin to run on my toes to gain momentum. I should be getting closer to her but she continues to walk away. "Calliope!" Her full name is out of my mouth before I can stop myself as I begin to use my wheels hoping I'll be able to catch up to her.
This sure enough catches her attention, causing her to stop and turn around; her face is filled with slight shock and confusion, obviously at my use of her full name. My eyes are too focused on her face to realize that I'm about to run out of wheeling space until it's too late.
My shoes come in contact with the thick floor mater causes me to go flying. I land straight on my kneecaps before falling forward, the side of my face coming in contact with the rough and dirty surface of the mat.
"Ow, that hurt" I can't help but mumble. Nice way to make a fool of yourself, Arizona.
I feel the force of two feet coming in contact with the thick mat in front of me, causing me to wish I could just bury my face into this carpet and disappear because I know full well it was Calliope.
"Are you alright?" Her concerned voice enters my conscious, catches me off guard almost as much as the action of her kneeling down next to me, putting her hand on my shoulder does.
"Just perfect." I say with a groan as I attempt to sit up.
"Here," She surprises me once again by taking my hand in hers and helps me up; causing butterflies to flutter through my stomach, overpowering the pain I feel as I get to my feet.
"They don't call it karma for nothing." She chuckles, "Only my father gets to call me Calliope, those who do so without permission usually get a broken bone or two." She gives me a smirk.
I open my mouth to respond but I can't fully but a sentence together out of shock.
"I'm kidding, Arizona." She flashes me a wide genuine smile, causing me to let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding. "But I did mean that only my father gets to call me by my full name."
"Well I'll make you a deal. I'll stop calling you it if you'll let me take you out for drinks at Joe's." I say with a dimpled smile I knew she would be unable to resist.
"Hmm, that sounds like a reasonable request. I think witnessing that fall makes us even, on the same page, however you want to put it." She chuckles. "I'm sorry, but it was actually really funny! You should have seen your face!"
I gasp in fake hurt, "Callie, I'm hurt! It wasn't funny."
"Yes it was." She laughs, causing me to remember how the first time I heard her laugh how taken I was by her, how taken I still am by her.
"Fine, maybe to you it was, just a little bit."
"Okay, just a little bit." She smiles once again.
"I'll meet you in the lobby at seven so we can walk over together?" I ask getting excited to see her again outside of the walls of this hospital.
"Lobby at seven. You've got a deal."
"I'll see you then." I give her another dimpled smile, and begin to walk again. Only to be stopped by my leg crumpling beneath me, thankfully catches my arm before I fall to the ground once again.
"I think I should check out that knee before you do anything." She gives a small almost sympathetic smile. "Let me get you a chair." I can't help but groan in embarrassment, "Look it's either the chair or crawling, so I think you'd prefer the chair."
I can't help but jokingly scowl at her slightly before responding. "Fine, but this definitely makes us even."
She gives me a quick grin before replying. "Completely square."