Disclaimer: The show Grey's Anatomy is not mine, and neither are the characters, I am not receiving any profit from this work. Everyone in this story belongs to Shondaland. I'm just going to play with the characters for a bit. I'll return them in tact... mostly. T for language and content. Rating may change, eventually.

A/n you guys are just beautiful. Thank you. Ooh and maybeishouldgetacat you make me smile. You know I hugely admire your work.

How is everyone's coping mechanisms?...I read up on what happened in the last ep. Haven't seen it yet. I swear no influence on this chapter at all...none. This may be a two parter for Callie. Just wanted to let you know I'm still here.

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Why is everything so horrible...

Oh god, why is everyone so horrible...

Why is the universe so truly horrible...

Callie was awoken from a fiendish nightmare by the lilting sounds of Abba. She had been dreaming that her wife and Murphy were having a shower together.

"I was in your arms, thinking I belong there...Winner takes it all...", the Swedish pop band crooned. Damn that radio station for playing the best of 70s, 80 and 90's music.

"I hate irony", Callie thought to herself. Raising her arm above her head, Callie found her clock radio and bashed it violently, until it stopped singing. The song hurt her head, causing yet another headache. A series of questions crossed her mind. Did she have work? Where is Sophia? Where's my wife? Why do I now have a full sized body pillow beside me? What is the day, today? Then she remembered...

...Why is everything so horrible?

She woke up the same way, everyday. Every morning, Callie would wake up and curse the same blond woman for making her life miserable. She blamed her for acting the way she had and for ruining the amazing bond they had shared. Why?

She recalled which day of the week it was...

"Oh god! Why does it have to be Monday again? Why did Cristina and I drink so much again last night? Tequila is nasty. ...I am Never. Drinking. Again!" Callie promised herself.

Well, maybe tonight. No, it can't be tonight. I need to take care of Sofia, take her to the park, do something nice. Just us. Derek and Meredith were kind enough to take her for the weekend. Thank god they did, I needed the rest.

It wasn't easy being a single mum. Sofia had once had three adults to take care of her. Callie was used to two extra sets of hands. Sofia may have been a placid baby at times but she had inherited her mother's stubbornness and her father's cockiness and it showed now she was a toddler. Arizona had been able to sooth her. Callie resented her for that. We wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for her.

Thoughts of the weekend filled her head, and Callie groaned, hugging her recently purchased body pillow. A pillow wasn't the same as a person. She felt a moment of guilt as she remembered what she had said and done on Friday. The moment was shattered as she recalled why exactly, she had behaved that way. The guilt vanished, soon to be replaced by anger.

Murphy had been all over her wife, right in front of her. Arizona had done nothing to stop it. She had let it happen while Callie had watched, until she had had felt forced to act. Arizona was heartless, selfish and cruel. Callie had reacted naturally by marking what was hers. She had chased that pale, shallow, waif away with nothing more than a look. That had been fun. It had felt sooo good. Callie laughed then, a small laugh, as she remembered seeing Leah's rear end scamper off. That will teach her, challenging me. My how that intern could run! Does that spineless, talentless, brazen and needy little fool think she can replace me? She would show her. She would show them both.

Callie's memory wandered back to the dance. Pressing her body so closely behind Arizona on the dance floor felt amazing. She could feel her every curve. She felt so soft. The way Arizona's body had moulded to hers had been a soothing balm to her blistered and bleeding soul. The push and pull between them felt electric and addictive. Their kiss had been slow and languorous. The anger she currently felt was powerful. Whatever game they were playing, it felt thrilling. Callie was aroused, it had been ages since she had had release. Today was going to be fun. The radio turned itself on, "...four cigarettes...".

She squinted her eyes. The radio stopped.

I have a staff meeting before work. This is going to be fun.

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