Title: Fix You (3/?)
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Tragedy strikes Arizona while in Africa, forcing her to come home.

And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I do not intend to profit in any way, shape or form by posting this story. It's for fun, nothing more, and nothing less. Please don't sue me.

A/N: THANK GOODNESS DREA IS BACK! I missed you so. 3 Glad you had an awesome time in London, but super glad you're back so I could put you back to work in helping me with my stories. XD This chapter would not have been finished without Drea (greys_ajunkie) because she's awesome. Thank you to everyone for commenting and telling me how much they're enjoying the story on both LJ and Fanfiction .net. You guys are just amazing and make it such a pleasure to write. I'm really glad I was able to get this chapter out so quickly. I have nothing written past this, so it may take me some time for the next chapter, but I'm thinking at least two more chapters for this. Thank you all again so so much from the very bottom of my heart. 3

"She's back." Callie's words were spoken so softly that Miranda couldn't understand exactly what she said.

"What?" She asked softly while trying to get Callie to look her in the eye. Callie finally met her gaze through her watery eyes. They sat there staring at each other and right as Callie opened her mouth, the door opened and Mark Sloan walked into the room.

"Arizona's back…" Callie whispered while staring into Miranda's eyes.

"Bailey, I've been loo—" Mark started, but stopped when he heard what Callie just said. His eyes widened and dropped the chart he had been holding.

"What?" Both Bailey and Mark said at the same time, both of them sporting a rather confused look on their faces.

Callie tensed when she finally realized that Mark was in the room. Of all the people to walk into the room at that very moment, it would be Mark. Callie wiped the tears streaming down her cheeks with the tissue in her hand and shook her head slightly. All she could think at the moment was how the entire hospital was about to know Arizona's business because Mark could never keep anything to himself. Miranda felt Callie's stiff posture and she gently rubbed Callie's back. "Out Sloan… now." Mark opened his mouth to complain, "…and don't even try to argue with me. Out!"

Mark looked worried for a moment at Callie, but when Bailey gave him an evil glare he held his hands up and grunted. He bent over and quickly picked up the chart and the few pieces of paper that fell out of it and then left the room.

Callie sighed and looked at Bailey, "Thank you. I'm not really ready to confide in him right now. H-he tried to sleep with me… a couple of weeks after she left and it just… it opened my eyes to how our relationship was really inappropriate, especially where Arizona was concerned and I let it get to that point. I did! Me. Why didn't I see it? I mean, he's still my friend, probably my best friend, but I'm not going to let it get to that point ever again. Especially now… now that she's back. She's back and all I want is to be with her."

"Well, that's a good thing, Torres, right?" Bailey patted Callie's hands, which she had folded on her lap.

"It is… It isn't… I d-don't know." Callie sighed and looked into Bailey's eyes, her own eyes glistening with more tears. "Bailey… She w-was attacked in Africa."

Bailey's mouth slowly opened as she thought of something to say, but for the first time in a long time that she could remember, she was at a complete loss of words. She stared at Callie's face, and then started searching her eyes. She saw fear and shock and love in Callie's look and that was when she realized that Callie was telling the truth. "What happened?"

"She was attacked. She d-didn't tell me more. I know it was a h-hate… a h-hate crime and I only know that much because of the doctor who asked me to help with the case. I wasn't t-told the name of the patient because there was a settlement and part of the agreement was n-no publicity." Callie scoffed at that and shook her head, "Her hands, Bailey." She looked Bailey in the eye and swallowed the lump in her throat before whispering to Bailey, "Her h-hands were stomped on, Bailey!"

Bailey's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. Her mind reeled with this information and she felt dizzy. She leaned back against the couch and dropped her head into her hands as she processed this new information. She couldn't imagine what Arizona Robbins was going through right now. She put her entire life on hold to go to a foreign country and save their children! And how was she repaid for her kindness and generosity? A monster stomps on her hands and ruins her life? What kind of world are they all living in?

I was slowly walking through the park that I used to come to with Callie, mostly on our lunch breaks, but sometimes when we just wanted to relax outside and the weather was actually nice. I had gone home and spoken with my mother for just a few minutes before I realized I needed to get the hell out of that apartment and away from her. She wasn't letting up, especially after meeting Callie. She just didn't understand and I was just losing my patience with her. I need someone on my side, but it looks like that just isn't meant to be. I stood next to the bench that Callie and I shared so many conversations on and just stare at it. How I wish I could go back to those more simple times.

"Why didn't you tell me you were back?"

I turned to look over my shoulder and there stood Teddy, my once close friend. I feel bad for ignoring her many calls and emails, but it was too hard for me to live in both worlds. I had to let one go and for the life of me, I can't understand why I let go of my friends, my family and my love. I lick my lips while formulating something to say to her as I turn to face her. She looks well, healthy, though still skinny like a stick. Her curly hair was waving in the light wind which blew around us. It made me feel unsteady and cold.

"Hey Teddy." She stares incredulously at me. I stick my hip out slightly and nod toward my pocket, "Can you help me out?"

She blinked and gave me a strange look before stepping toward me and invading my space. She smelled like antiseptic and alcohol. I can only assume she had recently been in an OR. She reached into my pocket and released a sigh as she pulled out my pack of cigarettes. I watched her slap the pack against her free hand twice before pulling out one of the sticks and holding it toward me, expecting me to take it with my hands. I open my mouth and she took the hint, placing the filtered end in the corner of my mouth.

"Thanks." I say as she pushes the pack back in my pocket. I can tell she's puzzled, but instead of asking another question, she's waiting for me to answer the first one she asked. "I didn't tell anyone I was back."

She scoffs and crosses her arms over her chest. "Mark knew," she said in disgust.

As if I would tell him over anyone else. The tone in her voice made me roll my eyes. I lick the end of the cigarette in my mouth and wish it were lit so that I could suck in the heated smoke and pray it would make me feel something other than devastated. If Mark knew, then everyone knew. Why would Callie tell him? "Right, Teddy, I come home and of all the people in all of Seattle, I tell Mark." I sigh softly and I can't help but feel slightly uncomfortable from the look Teddy is giving me. "How did you find me?"

"I called your phone and your mom answered and she told me you were taking a walk in the park and I just knew you'd be here. You used to talk about coming here with Callie." She pauses and then shakes her head slightly. She holds her hands out in front of herself, motioning toward me. I guess she was asking a question with her body language. God forbid anyone try to make this a little more easy for me, but no, the game continues, I suppose it always will. "I'm serious, Teddy. I didn't tell anyone." I turn away from her and look over the Seattle skyline. The weather today, despite the slight chill, simply made the city look beautiful. It reminded me of why I enjoyed the city so much. "I didn't want anyone to know."

"Then how did he know?" She asked me as she moved around me and took a seat on the bench.

I followed suit and sat down next to her, though it felt as though we were miles apart. "I guess Callie told him." I shrugged and stared straight ahead. I knew if I looked at Teddy I would likely fall into a fit of tears yet again.

"So you told Callie? I get that, though with the way things were left…" She blinks a few times and I can tell she's trying not to cry, "Why not tell me? I thought we were friends. You didn't even answer any of my calls or messages."

She crosses her legs at the knee and leans back on the bench. I can tell from a glance at the corner of my eyes that she's hurt and I feel a stifling choke in my chest. How many more people am I going to end up hurting?

"I didn't tell her! I didn't want anyone to know. I'm embarrassed enough as it is and after everything I gave up, I just end up back here and of all the doctors in all of Seattle," I roll my eyes again and place my hands in my lap and look down at them, tears dropping from my eyes against them, "Callie the rock star is asked to help with my case." I look back up, my bottom lip trembling from how hard I'm trying to control my tears, "She wasn't supposed to ever know. No one was." I scoff at that last thought and finally turn to look at her and I can tell she's stunned by how red my eyes are and the fact that I'm crying in front of her. "…But if Callie told Mark, I'm sure all of Seattle knows of my return now, huh? Everyone now knows that Arizona Robbins is a failure and that she'll probably never operate again."

Teddy raises a brow toward me and her eyes widen for a moment as she realizes what I've said. I've obviously said way more than she knew. Awesome, just awesome.

"You didn't know..?" I ask in a breathless whisper, the unlit cigarette dropping from my lips and into my lap, just below where my broken hands rested.

"What don't I know, Arizona? Why are you back?" She reached out to take my hand and I flinch and move my hands away from her touch.

"Wait, don't." I sigh again and turn my gaze to her. "I was attacked… in Africa, I mean. Apparently, some of the locals found out I was a l-lesbian. Instead of k-killing me, they decided I could live because of the children I h-had saved," I laugh softly and lick my lips as I regain a small amount of composure. I lower my voice slightly, "But the evil lesbian should never be able to touch anymore children, even to save them. So they made a point to ensure I would not operate again." I held up my hands to her. Although they're covered, I'm sure she can see the pain in my eyes.

"Arizona… Are you suing the grant committee? Why were you not protected there?" Teddy sat up and placed her hand on my shoulder and squeezed gently.

"No! No, no… I took a settlement." I looked away from her and wiped a tear as it strolled down my cheek with my forearm. "I've suffered enough. I don't want to deal with the legal headache and the media frenzy."

Teddy looked confused and hurt and most of all, she looked sympathetic to all I said. She slid her arm around my shoulders and pulled me into her. I rested my head against her shoulder and looked out over the city skyline. "I'm so sorry, Arizona. You didn't deserve any of that."

Of course I deserved it. "I'm fine, Teddy. I'm coping. My mom is here, she's helping me. I have a good doctor and apparently a specialist who has some amazing homemade cartilage that just might save my career." The tears streamed down my cheeks as I looked over the city I loved. "I'm fine."

"She's not fine, Bailey!" Callie threw her hands up and then quickly got to her feet. She started pacing in front of Bailey and her hands were flailing wildly as she spoke. "The grant committee is probably very happy, because apparently, she settled with them in order to keep everything out of the media. Of course, Arizona wouldn't want to ruin anyone's reputation, even though SHE'S the one that is losing here. I mean, what if she can never operate again, Bailey? Can you imagine what the entire world would be losing? She's an amazing surgeon and has the most amazing bedside manner with her patients and their parents. It's not fair to the world if she can't ever operate again!"

Bailey was listening intently, but her mind was still on the fact that Arizona was attacked. That the blonde haired, blue-eyed angel faced Dr. Robbins, who was a beautiful human being, was attacked for no good reason. And watching Callie fall apart in front of her over this was definitely not helping matters.

"And I have to operate and save her, Bailey! I have to operate on hands that have loved me more than any man… well, really, more than anyone has ever done so before and I want them to do that again. What if I'm thinking about that and not about the operation and what I'm doing?" Callie suddenly stopped and looked right into Bailey's eyes, "What if I'm the reason she can never operate again?" Callie pointed to herself and then slammed her hands together. "It's worse than that though, what if she can't even do normal things anymore? I don't think I could live with myself if I made things worse. And what if I fail, Bailey? Would she want to be with me again after that? Would she think that I only want to be with her because I want to make up for my failure? What if she doesn't realize how much I love her?"

"Torres, stop! Just really, slow down. You're getting way ahead of yourself here; one step at a time, alright? Let's just slow down here for a minute and breathe." Bailey and grabbed Callie's hand and forced her to stop and look at her. "You need to relax and be there to support Arizona through everything. I know this affects you too, but just think about her and everything she has gone through and will continue to go through. She needs you, whether she says it or not and she needs you to support her… even if she's acting crazy."

Callie sighed and flopped back down on the couch next to Bailey. "She's not fine. Ella está tan no bien y quiero ayudarla, pero puedo sentir su me mantener en condiciones. Ella está sufriendo tan mal. Puedo ver y sentir todo ese dolor y quiere fingir que ella está bien." Callie smacked her arms against her sides and then continued to rant, hands speaking almost as fast as he lips moved, "It's so far from the truth and she's just trying to be a good man in a storm…" [She's so not fine and I want to help her, but I can feel her keeping me at arm's length. She's hurting so bad. I can see and feel all of that pain and she just wants to pretend that she's fine.]

"Then you just need to be her good man in a storm and be there for her when she breaks." Bailey patted Callie's hand and nodded once.

It was in that moment that Callie knew Bailey was right. She needed to calm herself and do everything in Arizona's best interest. Once the operation was done, she would switch to supportive girlfriend and just make Arizona know that she loved her and that she wasn't going anywhere.

"I'm not going anywhere, Teddy. I love this city and I'm pretty well off now, so I guess I'll just have to see what happens with the operation before I really decide anything else." I sat back up and awkwardly tried to pick up the cigarette which was still sitting unlit in my lap. I let out a frustrated breath and couldn't stop the tears from starting again. I finally gave up and shoved my hands against my thighs in a huff of frustration. I regretted the action as soon as I made it and let out yelp from the pain I caused myself.

"Hey, hey, calm down." Teddy reached out and grabbed the cigarette and roughly shoved it into my mouth. I bit down on the filtered end so hard that my teeth went right through it, causing it to fall to the floor. I spit out the other part and grimace. It did nothing to quell the pain in my hands. "Okay, that's it. I'm taking you to the hospital and we're getting you something for the pain you're obviously in." I shake my head no, but I'm unable to talk through the pain in my hands. The tears are flowing from my eyes and I really can't remember ever feeling more pathetic. Teddy just stands and pulls me with her and starts leading me to the one place I truly did not want to go.

Walking through the doors of Seattle Grace – Mercy West really forced a feeling of nostalgia through my mind and body. It was like coming home, much like crying in the arms of the woman I loved. I wondered if Callie was within the building, but I was brought from my thoughts as Teddy left me standing by the ER desk as she went to find Owen Hunt.

"Stay right here, I'll get Owen and then we'll set you up in a room." I nodded absently as Teddy walked away. I glanced around the room and the sights, sounds and smells all reminded me of Calliope. What didn't remind me of her? A small smile forms on my face as I remember the day we almost broke up before our relationship even started. I still like the girl who has the sandwiches. I remember how we tried to ignore each other the day of the shooting, right here in this very ER, but I could never ignore Calliope. Can I truly feel right with burdening her with my existence? I'm not the person I was before Africa. No, Africa has made me a shell of my former being. It wouldn't be fair to her, would it? Maybe though, just maybe she can help bring me back to the person I want to be.

I feel a light tapping on my shoulder and then a hand gripping my shoulder and forcefully spinning me around. Suddenly, I'm not in Seattle anymore, but I'm in front of my clinic in Malawi, the man with white beret standing there ready to exact whatever measures he feels would equal justice. I cower and step away from the person who rattled me, hiding my face in shame. I glance around, trying to find a place to hide and start to slowly move away. I need to get away. I need to be far away from here…

"Mark! Stop it!" It's Teddy's voice and I feel her come up to me and wrap her arms around my shoulders. She eyes me wearily because she can feel my body trembling in her arms. "It's okay, let's go to exam three, Owen said he'll meet us there when he can." I straighten myself, trying my best to not appear as rattled as I feel, before I glance to see who had touched me and there stands Mark with a strange look on his face. He just watches as we walk away and I think he's just going to let me go, but then I hear his coarse voice behind me.

"You have a lot of nerve showing up here, Robbins."

He catches up to us and grabs me by my right wrist, which just makes the pain in my both my hands start to scream. I rip my hand away from him and look at him with wide eyes which were full of pain. I just stare for a moment, waiting for the white hot pain to subside, at least a little, but it doesn't stop. Will any of this pain ever stop; the pain in my hands, the pain in head, the pain in my heart? He looks shaken and pulls his hands back and away from me. He holds them up and gives me an apologetic look, but says nothing. I look down and see the glove on my right hand start to stain red. My bottom lip starts to tremble and Teddy steps between us.

"God, Mark, you just always have to take things too far. You're clueless about what happened, yet you spread the gossip faster than a teenager spreads a venereal disease. I can't believe Callie would ever trust you with anything important when you can't see past the nose on your own face!" Teddy slams the door furiously behind her after she leads me into the exam room, effectively cutting Mark off from saying anything else to either of us. I feel myself double over in a violent sob and then a wave of nausea hits me like a truck. I quickly bend myself over the garbage can in the room and empty the contents of my stomach. I still feel the fear flowing through my veins, but I can control it now. It's so irrational and I just want to slap myself for getting so rattled in the first place, especially because of Mark, of all people.

"Hey, it's okay. You don't have to go through this alone, you know." She rubs my back gently as I dry heave again. Now not only are my hands screaming in pain, but now I also feel pressure building in my head from throwing up so violently and my throat is burning. Teddy sighs and I know she's worried about me, but I just wish the ground would open up right now and swallow me whole so I don't have to deal with the pain and embarrassment any longer. She waits another moment and then points at the table, "Get up here. Owen will be right in and I think Callie too." I gasp softly and she gently caresses my knee. "She's your doctor now, right? So she was going be notified anyway, alright?" She tilts her head and forces me to look in her eye. I just nod and concentrate on breathing through the pain. It didn't look like I was going to be able to keep anything secret any longer.

Arizona's hands were in pain. Teddy worked the gloves off of them and the bandages on her right hand, which were stained with blood. Apparently, when Arizona pulled her hand away from Mark's grasp, she managed to rip out several sutures. Blood oozed over her right hand and Teddy did her best to clean it up, but every time she touched Arizona's hand, she flinched in pain and cried out. Teddy didn't want to administer any drugs, since she wasn't familiar with Callie's case and she was no trauma surgeon. She was starting to feel frustrated and flustered with Arizona's lack of cooperation and her own inability to help when the door to the room flew open and Callie basically ran into the room and to Arizona's side. "What the hell happened?"

Callie's eyes were wide and I could see the subtle trace of tear tracks on her cheeks. She's wild, like a tornado when it makes landfall, as she first makes her way to me, but I can tell it's the fear of not knowing what's going on taking over her logical thought. Once she looks me in the eye she gives me a small smile and I feel some of the pain melt away. She keeps looking me in the eye and we connect emotionally and I can see her calm down. We both breathe in together and then out, the calming effect numbing the pain in my heart and soul. I can see it having the same effect on her. She slips into doctor mode after she realizes that I'm not dying. My Calliope… Well, the woman who was my Calliope, she is absolutely amazing.

Callie immediately begins to look over my hands, basically pushing Teddy out of her way. Her touch is firm, but there's gentleness beneath it that my heart tells me Calliope only provides for me. The thought sends warmth throughout my body and into regions that haven't been awake since I first left Seattle weeks ago. The touch of her hands is so familiar to me, yet at the same time, I felt completely haunted. I did not deserve such a tender touch from anyone, least of all the woman I hurt so badly. Teddy stepped back, letting Hurricane Callie take over completely, but she came to my other side and gently touched my shoulder. I tried not to flinch… I really tried. Neither woman looked upset, but I did see Callie's eyes meet with Teddy's and some invisible words were spoken between them. I just decided not to notice.

"It looks like a few of your sutures came out," she whispers and looks up at me. She's bites her lip as she studies my face. I'm forced to look away from her intense glare and suddenly the nausea is back and bubbling in my stomach. I can't look her in the eye. The moment our eyes meet, she would know everything. She's always had this uncanny ability to see right through me; all the way down deep inside me, where I store all the things I tried to hide from the world. The things that I never wanted to share, she was able to tenderly pull from me and her words would caress me and make me feel as though sharing everything was okay. That I was okay, that we would be okay together. Calliope had the ability so see the shattered and broken pieces of my soul and fix them. She makes me believe she can fix my shattered and broken hands too. Why in the world did I leave this woman?

God! I am such an idiot.

"I need to repair these sutures." She's speaking quietly, but at least she's looking at my hands now. I can't help but look over her delicious body and up to her cute short haircut. I didn't even mention that I noticed it earlier, but I did, then again, Calliope would look amazing bald and in a burlap sack. "I can have Teddy repair them, if you'd prefer that?" She raises a brow toward me and smiles that smug smile of hers my way. Obviously she caught my eyes looking her over, but despite the look, her words are tainted with the hurt she feels at even suggesting having Teddy do her work.

I lick my lips and turn away from her gaze, hiding the lone tear that slops from my eye against my permission. "P-please, you can… d-do the repair. You are one of my doctor's."

Callie nods and glances at Teddy for a moment. Another unspoken conversation. When did the two of them become so close? Teddy squeezes my shoulder again and then walks out of the room while Callie sets up a suture kit. Teddy left the door open and I could see Bailey and Mark standing by the main station in the ER. Teddy grabs the chart Mark is holding from him and then smacks him over the head with it. I can see her talking firmly, but softly at both Bailey and Mark, but I couldn't really hear anything being said. A minute later, Bailey grabs the chart from Teddy and smacks Mark over the head with it too. Words are spoken and then Mark looks over at me, his eyes wide with shock. I guess he didn't know everything before.

It looks like he wants to come over, but Bailey hits him with the chart again. "Get back to work!" Wow, I heard that loud and clear. Apparently, Calliope did too, because she had to stop her work and chuckle. Listening to her laugh just made me do the same. We both looked at one another and laughed again, for several long moments and it felt as though the ice I was building around me was melting from Calliope's warmth.

"I'm going to give you a shot of morphine, but I want you to stay here over night. I want to take some x-rays and make sure that it was only some sutures that ripped and that nothing more was damaged. Uhm, I also need to tell you that Dr. Wilson asked me to take your case over." She glanced at me, I suppose she was waiting for me to say something, but I just nodded slightly. It made sense for her to take over my case, so fighting it would be futile. "Don't worry, I'll stay with you." She smiled her super magic smile towards me and I felt my own being forced to the surface. Even after all this time, it amazes me what she can do to me. "I'll give your mom a call and let her know. I'm going to discuss your case with Mark, Derek and Teddy and I think we'll push ahead as soon as possible since you're already here."

I nodded, words slipping down my throat, choking me from saying anything. She sensed my discomfort and leaned over to press her lips against my temple. "Have faith in me, Arizona, please… like I have faith in you."