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Chapter Six

As soon as I step out of Joe's I wish I was back inside, even if 'liar liar pants on fire' Dr. Robbins was in there. Just like my mood, the weather had done an almost complete one eighty. It was now drizzling rain and the wind was up to at least thirty miles per hour. In response I do up the zipper of my classic black leather jacket. Just as I hear the zip of my zipper stop I hear the cling of the bell over the door at Joe's behind me and a voice I really wish would just simply go away.

"Calliope!" Arizona's voice calls out to me, begging for me to turn around or stop, anything in that nature; but of course I keep putting one foot in front of the other. I hope that her slight handicap causes her to say where she is. I just couldn't do this.

"Calliope, wait! I can explain I swear!" She calls out to me once again, I can't help but form fists with my hands as I hear the clinks of her crutches behind me, letting me know that she is in fact following me so I pick up the face hoping she won't be able to catch up. "Calliope, I'm crippled so I can't keep up so can you please slow down, or even stop, so I can catch up. I'm trying here!"

At her words I can't help but feel guilty, even though I know I shouldn't, but I just do. She sounds like a child who's running after her best friend after calling them a fraidy cat or something else a child would say then want to take it back within less than thirty seconds.

It is as if I'm under the influence of that isn't my own brain, as it is screaming at me to keep running away not matter how irrational it seems. But I don't, I automatically shorten my stride, slowing my pace; coming to an eventual stand still.

Hearing the clink of her crutches getting closer I take a deep breath, hoping that I'll be able to retain some composure.

"Thank you. I- I," are the only words that are able to come out of her mouth before the composure I had been hoping for is completely lost.

"You, what? Huh?" The words fall out of my mouth angrily. "You simply decided that it was irrelevant that you've already,"

This time she doesn't let me finish as she catches up with me, putting a finger to my lips, the sensation feeling so familiar. Almost as if it is a movie that I've seen long ago where the details are slightly fuzy as scene plays through my mind.

"I'm so sorry. My mouth tends to keep going when my brain is telling it to stop. It doesn't like to explain itself very well. I keep going on and on with out a good explanation for what I'm saying. It's like I'm ranting, well almost." My cheeks have become noticeably red now as I take a breath, "And I have a feeling that I'm doing it right now, but I can't seem to come up with something to stop this conversation. And,"

"Shh." She places a finger to my lips to stop me from speaking.

"Callie, it's okay. I've heard a lot worse." She gives me a dimpled smile, pulling her finger away as her eyes meet mine. "For future reference, I was a Marine Brat, and a proud one at that."

She begins to speak, slowly taking her finger away. "I'm sorry." She says her voice soft as she places her hand on my cheek. "You didn't remember me, and I was upset and I didn't think rationally. I couldn't, I just couldn't handle being so, I don't know how to describe it, you could say drawn I suppose, to you. Yet you didn't remember, you remembered how I laugh, my corny jokes, but you didn't remember me, Arizona Robbins. You just remembered her, an almost superficial being who made you feel better about yourself. Yet you never called her because you felt guilty, and so you should. I wanted so bad to yell and scream at you that I was her, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. And today with Jane made me see that maybe you were the person I had remembered from the club that night, not the person I had made up in my head. You were the caring, sweet, kind woman you had laughed at my corny jokes and made me feel," She pauses for a moment out of what seems like embarrassment, "feel like I had drugs that made me feel like I was experiencing complete rapture running through my veins."

And there it is; the exact reason why she has been avoiding me for the past two weeks. I bring myself to look straight into her light sky blue eyes that are now brimming with tears. She wasn't a selfish judgemental woman who had indulgent ways of making her self feel better while leaving those who helped her behind in the dust. She was hurt; because of me. My stomach begins to churn and my heart begins to pound. I had broken my promise.

"Well it looks like someone peed in your Cheerios this morning doesn't it?" Mark says as he sits down next me in the attendings' lounge.

"I'm fine. I promised." I say, continuing to write in the patient chart in front of me.

"Are you promising me you're fine? Because I can tell you right now," He says taking a pause, almost as if for dramatic affect.

"No." I cut him off before he starts to speak once again. "I'm not exactly what you call fine. But I promised myself that I wasn't going to be a complete mess anymore, I won't be hurt by any one else and I won't hurt any one else either."

I had promised that I would not do to myself or to anyone else what Erica, and even George for that matter, had done to me. I wouldn't hurt anyone within my control and I'd try my damn well hardest to stop it if it wasn't.

But in this case, I hadn't. She had distanced herself to stop me from hurting her more than I had already have. And when she tried to apologize I had been sarcastic and petty; everything that Erica Hahn had been. Everything I didn't want to be.

"I'm sorry, Ari-" My mouth lets the words fall out but I'm stopped once again by Arizona shushing me, putting her finger against my lips just as you would with a small child.

"It's not your fault." She says; the tears that were forming in her eyes are now slowly rolling down her cheeks. "I shouldn't have expected anything from you after I left that morning. I saw how much you drank and I knew," She says her voice cracks with emotion causing her to take a momentary break giving me enough time to put my hand atop hers on my cheek.

"Arizona," I begin to speak but once again she stops me, by continuing to speak.

"I knew that it was possible that you wouldn't remember me. But I hoped that you would, I really hoped that would because I liked you, I really liked you. And I thought that even before and after you drank that much."

"Except when I didn't remember you." I say sadly as I lift her hand from my face, intertwining my fingers with hers.

"Except when you didn't remember me." She sniffles.

I rub my thumb across her cheek to wipe away the last few tears that are left on her face. "But now I do." I smile hoping that it will encourage her that we could possibly start over again.

Arizona takes a deep breath, looking me straight in the eye. "But you don't know me." She says, her tone utterly serious as if she feels there is no way of going back to the way things were before I knew who she was.

"It's practically impossible to know everything there is to know about a person but that doesn't mean I can't try, can it?" I widen my smile, hoping that it'll give her the small amount of encouragement that I hope will push her to my preferred side of the fence I know she is on.

She giggles slightly, causing my heart to flutter. "No," a slight smile begins to cross her face as she surprisingly presses her forehead against my own, "that it doesn't."

"Then I suggest," I take my hand from her face to wrap my arm around her waist to steady her so that she's not putting her weight on the crutches, not having to depend on them, "that we start over."

"And how do you suppose we do that?" She giggles once again.

"Going out on an actual date?" I say curiously with a slight chuckle.

"Well technically we already have." She cringes, almost as with embarrassment.

"In that case, I would propose a second first date. What would you think about that?" I smirk, hoping she'll relax.

Her eyes practically sparkle as she begins to reply, "I think I'd like that."

"Torres!" Mark's voice booms across the cafeteria table at me, causing me to jump slightly.

"What?" I exclaim, completely unaware of why he had yelled at me, as I tear my eyes away from the beautiful figure standing at the entrance to the cafeteria speaking with the Chief.

"I've been trying to get your attention for practically the last whole two minutes but you've been completely zoned out. What's gotten you all bright, shiny, and spacey this morning? Did you finally get up on the right side of the bed?" Mark asks; his voice what could almost be considered suspiciously happy. "What's got your attention back there anyway?" He says curiously, as he turns his torso in his seat to get a better look at what I had been looking at.

I can't help but blush, almost profusely, as he turns back around with a greasy grin on his face. "Oh, Robbins eh?" He chuckles.

"Hey, cut it out." I slap him on the arm as I can practically see the dirty images playing through his head all over his face as I take a bite of my Caesar chicken burrito.

"What?" Mark looks at me as if to say 'What the hell did I do wrong?'

"You very well know what." I give him a stern glare. "This is serious."

"What's serious?" He says with a smirk, acting as if he has no idea what I'm talking about.

"She's her, Mark. She's Arizona." A wide smile creeps uncontrollably across my face as I reply.

"Of course, she's Arizona. Who else would she be? Texas? Oregon?" He chuckles, obviously not getting my point, before taking a bite of his classic meatball pizza sub.

"No, Mark." The tone of my voice is completely serious now so that he gets I'm not just fooling around. "She's her. Arizona's the girl from the bar."

Mark's facial expression does almost a complete one eighty; the smile that had been own his face from cockily laughing at his own joke has disappeared, being replace by a staid expression that was neither a smile nor a frown. He looks me straight in the eye before he begins to speak. "It's about time you figured it out, Cal." With his words the solemn look cracks into another classic Sloan smirk causing me to crack.

"You knew?" I hiss, trying not to attract attention from a particular blonde who also in the cafeteria.

"Of course, I knew. I don't get why it you took you so long to figure it out, considering it was you who she had met before, not me." He chuckles. "Does she know you know?"

"Yes, she does." I reply; once again the blush that I am sure had faded away just moments ago from my cheeks flush uncontrollably back to its previous place.

"And I'm going to take the blushing as a positive sign and say that you two are all, how would you put it," He pauses as if to think of a word.

"How come you didn't tell me?" I ask, unable to let him finish his sentence without inquiring about his intentions.

He doesn't finish he previous sentence but just jumps right into answer to my question. "I had a feeling that that question was coming." He says, furrowing his brow.

"Well it's an obvious question, Mark."

"I thought it would be better if you figured it out on your own. You wouldn't be freaking out at me and everybody else and you could process it at your own pace." He says quickly yet calmly, almost as if the answer is rehearsed.

"But what if I didn't figure it out? Would you have told me eventually?" I ask, curious of what exactly he was thinking we he decided to withhold this delicate piece of information.

"Cal, you're smart. It's not like it never would've occurred to you." He says before taking a mouthful of his grape soda. "Plus, the other day I saw you staring at her in the hall. But it wasn't like you were staring at her. It was like you were trying to put a name to her face. Well in this case a face to a memory. So I knew you were getting close, even if it was somewhat subconsciously."

"Well I appreciate the sentiment, Mark." I say with a smile, fully well knowing it's the nicest thing that's going to come out of him for a while; moments like this with Mark were rare, even if he was with Lexie who made him a better man he saved all of his kind words for her.

"No problemo, Torres." He says before taking a bite from his sub sandwich. "Anytime."

As he continues to eat his sandwich I bring my eyes to focus across the room to find Arizona standing at the end of the quite small lunch line with her crutches looking as if she was going towards her impending doom.

"You know what, I'll be right back." I say before grabbing a napkin, wiping away the possible remnants of my burrito from mouth, and stand up out of my seat and head towards Arizona.

I can't help but smile as I get closer to her; even with a pout on her face she still looks stunning; her wavy blonde locks are pulled back into a messy ponytail and her rosy red lips are forced into a pout that is indescribably adorable.

As I come just close enough so that she's can't see me I can't resist the urge to scare her. I slowly creep up behind her and whisper in her ear. "Boo."

Arizona lets out a slight scream, obviously out of surprise. "Calliope!" She yells at me, slapping me on the arm as she turns around on her crutches so that we are face to face. "Calliope, why the heck did you scare me like that?"

"Calliope?" I give her a slight glare. "I thought we talked about this, do you want your leg to be broken this time, 'cause I really don't want that to happen, just like I don't want to be called Calliope. I thought we had a deal"

"No, I do not want my leg to be broken." She says giving me a look could almost be considered a smile. "But," She pauses, obviously for dramatic effect, "I like it. I think that it suits you better than just 'Callie'." A wide dimpled grin crosses her face, enforcing her point.

"And why would you say that?" I raise my eyebrow at her slightly out of habit.

"Because Calliope is an extremely beautiful name," She continues to speak but lowers her voice so that her words come out like a mumble that I am unable to comprehend.

"What?" I look at her confused at what she had been rambling on about.

"I said that it's an extremely beautiful name so it suit you extremely well because you are, well, you're extremely stunning." A cute rosy blush creeps up across her face out of embarrassment.

"Well, thank you. I guess considering we didn't shake on our deal it's not truly valid, now is it?" I look at her, an almost sly grin crossing my face.

"No, Calliope, it isn't." She grins. I would have to admit my name flowing freely from her mouth sounded rapturous and sent the butterflies in my stomach wild.

"Well, I suggest that we make a valid deal, but leave me name out of it. What do you think?"

"I'd like to hear this deal before I make it, Calliope."

"You, me, and a second first date at say, uhm seven tonight?" I give her a genuine smile to enforce my enthusiasm to see her outside the walls of this hospital.

Arizona sticks out her hand in response before speaking. "I think that you have a deal." She says giving me a wink.

I reach out my hand and take hers; butterflies fluttering madly in my stomach as we shake hands. "So I'll meet you in the lobby at seven, dress casually nothing too fancy." I smile as I begin to walk away from Arizona, happy to have met my goal of getting her to go out on a date with me.

"Calliope?" Arizona's slightly embarrassed voice calls out to me as I get about four feet away from her.

"Yes, Arizona?" I say turning around to find her blushing, looking at me like a child embarrassed to ask for something.

"Can you carry my tray?" She cringes slightly with a smirk.

I can't help but chuckle at her innocence. "No problem."

"Well if it isn't the two little love birds," Mark chuckles as I place Arizona's try down next to mine.

"Shut it Mark." I say with a chuckle.

"I don't know what you see in her Blondie, I really don't." He nosily slurps the last bit of his grape soda out of his cup to get a rise out of me, as he knows it drives me insane.

Arizona lets out a small giggle as pull out her chair for her so she may sit. "Well, I do."

"It's a good thing she realized who you were on her own. I really wouldn't have wanted to witness that blow up which you likely did. I think I dodged a bullet there if I do say so myself." Mark smirks like a teenage boy who had said a dirty joke that made the teacher blush.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Arizona exclaims as she picks up her slice of cheese pizza. "You knew?" She looks at Mark as if he had just told her who had shot JFK; pure bewilderment spread across her face.

"I'm smarter than I look." He replies cockily, standing up out of his seat to surprisingly leave the two of us alone.

"How did you know anyhow, I forgot to ask?" I butt in so that poor Arizona did have an aneurysm trying to figure it out.

"That's for me to know and for you too find out. I'd ask Dr. Robbins if I were you. She's very detail oriented." And with that and a wink he picks up his tray and waltz nonchalantly out of the cafeteria.

"And now what was that supposed to mean?" I look at Arizona in confusion; there was obviously something that had happened that given Mark the one up on me in figuring out who Arizona was.

Arizona takes a bite out of her pizza; the expression on her face is as if the wheels in her head are spinning profusely trying to figure out what Mark had said. "Mhmmm," She says after a few moments, her mouth still full of food.

"Yes?" I look at her, unable to stop myself from chuckling. Pizza sauce had somehow managed to spread itself slightly beneath her lips.

"I'm a detail oriented person, especially when I'm writing patient charts. Mark came to talk to me when I was writing some up and must have been competent enough to match my handwriting on the chart to what I had written in the note I had left you." She looks as if she couldn't believe that that small detail had been an oversight on her part.

"See that's something I know." I reply.

"What's something you know about what?" She cocks her head slightly to the side adorably in confusion.

"That you are detail oriented, that is something I know about you." I smile. "And I know that detail oriented people such as you don't like gross pizza sauce on their faces." With that I swiftly bring my hand up to her face, wiping away the small amount of sauce away with the pad of my thumb.

Her eyes widen as if in amazement as I wipe the sauce into the napkin I had left over from my own lunch. "I wouldn't have suspected that." She says with a slightly devilish grin.

"Suspected what?"

"That you don't like pizza."

"I do like pizza, among other things." I reply with a grin.

"Like what?"

"You."