Chapter 5 was meant to be longer, so I've split it into two parts, the next will come in due time, though I suppose the chapter number doesn't matter anyhow.


She dreamt of hazy blue eyes peering into her own. But it wasn't something that had felt familiar, though she'd often seen them before, for those blue eyes were exceptionally close to her own, closer than they had ever been. And slowly closing distance, those eyes were sensuously dark and glazed with desire, and they seemed to be amusingly taking in her own form. They burned with passion and ignited some kind of desire within her and then she suddenly felt herself immersed in those eyes, lost, immersed in a kind of touch – sensual, warm, soothing – and suddenly, everything became familiar.

She felt overwhelmed with the figure hovering before her, she felt herself a captive to sensation.

Then those eyes closed and their owner drew nearer, touching and grazing her lips against her own. They were incredibly soft and plump in just the right manner and then she felt a tongue gently grazing her lips, she felt hands sliding down her body – downwards, slowly downwards.

The fingertips of those hands were cold. And as they slipped into her, she felt herself overwhelmed with sensation.

The startling brightness of the room had roused Callie from her dream and urged her to turn on her side. She was aware that her alarm would alert her that she'd have to go to work soon, but the comforting warmth of her blankets kept her in place. She was overly conscious of the heat between her legs as she clenched her thighs together under the sheets. She was aware, also, of blue eyes peering at her – awaiting the opening of her own eyes.

"You're awake," she heard.

"Mmugh," Callie groaned in reply.

"You're awake, I know you are," the voice continued, "wake up!"

To the demand, she only lifted the sheet above her head, as though to shield her from the sunlight and that bright voice.

"Don't you sleep?" Callie groaned from under the blanket, her voice huskily laced with sleep.

"No, I told you already," she heard Arizona say, "I don't sleep."

Callie finally poked her head out from the sheets and was met with blue eyes – not as close as they seemed to be in her dream, but close enough, it seemed. Arizona was laying on her side next to Callie, eyeing her curiously.

She briefly wondered if Arizona had felt her desire, she wondered if Arizona could see her dreams. Or only if she could sense it. She recalled their previous encounter, in which she had told Arizona she'd been dreaming of her, to which Arizona had simply replied that she knew. There was no doubt that the blonde apparition could sense Callie's feelings. There was a hint of amusement in Arizona's bright eyes, and Callie couldn't help but wonder if she'd known exactly what she was dreaming of.

The figure in the dream was of course, Arizona. Callie knew it from those eyes and from that cold, soothing touch. She knew it.

Of course, it shouldn't have meant anything. She'd often have weird sexual dreams about her friends or people she knew. Quite often. And they were certainly preposterous, but nothing to be alarmed about and nothing to distinctly recall. She hadn't woken up in a flurry of lust, either. And yet, she'd never had a dream of such intensity as she did when she dreamt of the woman in front of her. Maybe it was because she was otherworldly and strikingly different.

"So, what did you do all night?" Callie asked. "Watch me sleep?"

Arizona blinked at her and finally sat up on the bed, pushing blonde locks of hair back from her forehead.

"No," Arizona said. "Well, for a little while. But then I just ended up reading your books."

To this, Callie sat up as well – suddenly, very alarmed.

"You, you went through my stuff?" she asked.

"No, no! I read the books on your nightstand."

"O-Oh," Callie said, relieved.

"Why?" Arizona asked her.

"No reason," Callie murmured.

"Are you hiding something dirty?" Arizona grinned.

"No!" Callie exclaimed.

She was wary of having Arizona spend the night when she'd found out that the ghost did not sleep. Not to say she was suspicious of Arizona, she just would have preferred to introduce her to things on her own time. Callie had determined that Arizona was clearly not versed in modern-day things or objects, she was quite technologically illiterate, in fact. She didn't want a blender or microwave to explode while she'd been sleeping. She certainly didn't want things moving around in her living room when her roommate was around.

"That reaction makes me think otherwise."

"Forget it, it's not that. I have nothing dirty to hide!" Callie announced proudly, kicking the sheets off from her legs.

Arizona followed in suit and stood up from the bed. Callie clicked off her alarm and quickly scrambled around her room, gathering some clothes for her day.

"Therapy today?" Arizona inquired, curiously watching as Callie dug through her closet.

"Yep. My therapist says I'll be ready to operate in a few days, but I'm totally going to prove him wrong and jump right back on the surgeries today. Everyone's pretty confident in my abilities, so it should be no problem," she explained, hurrying off to the bathroom.

Though she'd shut the door behind her, she was surprised to see Arizona behind her, following her right into the bathroom. Callie turned to look at her, a bewildered expression on her face.

"What?" Arizona asked.

"What do you mean what? Are you gonna watch me shower?" Callie asked her.

"Oh… no, that wasn't my intention," Arizona said, her cheeks turning red. Callie smiled at her reaction, she seemed strangely formal when it suddenly came to Callie questioning her suggestive flirtation.

"Well, then what?" Callie asked her, walking over to the sink. She pulled out her toothbrush and turned on the faucet.

"Um, well… I don't know, what should I do?" Arizona asked her, following Callie behind the sink as she began to scrub her teeth.

Callie bowed her head briefly to spit, and began to speak as she lifted her head to look into the mirror.

"What do you mean, what do should you-" she started to say, but was silenced by the reflection of the mirror in front of her. Rather, she seemed to be silenced by the lack of reflection in the mirror. She only stared at her own gaping face. Alarmed, she quickly turned around.

Startled by Callie's quick movement, Arizona backed away with wide eyes, watching the bewildered woman who only watched her in amazement. Callie quickly turned back to look at the mirror again, and then back at Arizona, who had finally realized what Callie had.

"That's right," she said. "I don't have a reflection."

"Right," Callie said, lowering her gaze. She turned back to the mirror and stared at the reflection of the vacant space where Arizona should have been standing.

"Because you're dead."

"Right," Arizona said.

"Um," Callie said. "You can just wait for me in my bedroom. I'm going to shower. I'll be quick. Or you can wander around, but don't touch anything because I think Cristina is still home," she explained, bowing her head to scrub her teeth again.

"Okay," she heard behind her.

Callie spat in the sink again and then looked up at the mirror. She turned around again and found that Arizona had gone from the bathroom. She turned herself back to the mirror and looked at the vacant space where Arizona had just been standing behind her. The mirror had depicted nothing of the sort, the mirror had said otherwise. The mirror had that vacant space all along.

The mirror dictated that Arizona was never standing there.

"That's right," Callie said. "She's not there."

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Callie opened the door of her bedroom and was met with the sight of Arizona standing next to Cristina who had been sitting on the couch, reading. The former was staring in awe at the television screen, which seemed to be playing a commercial advertisement for the iPhone. Cristina was immersed in whatever book she'd been reading, failing to notice as Callie strolled into the kitchen.

"You're not gonna greet your roommate who's been away for so long?" Callie asked, startling Cristina from her silent indulgence.

"Huh, what?" her roommate asked from the couch, looking at her. Arizona turned her attention to the two and peered at Callie – the latter quickly meeting her gaze. She quickly looked back at Cristina, who blankly stared back at her.

"What?" Cristina asked.

"Where's my welcome home?" Callie retorted.

"Welcome home!" Arizona exclaimed.

Callie rolled her eyes, both at Arizona and Cristina's continued blank expression.

"Oh, I thought you were home for a while now."

"No, I just got home two days ago."

"That's nice," she murmured, turning her attention back to the book in front of her. "Are you back in the OR?"

"Not yet, but-"

"Oh," Cristina said, finishing the conversation.

Callie rolled her eyes and turned around to gather cooking utensils from the cupboard. She pulled out a frying pan and set it on the stove. Arizona quickly moved next to her and observed what she was doing. Callie only eyed her curiously.

"What?" Arizona asked, noticing her stare. "I haven't seen anyone cook in a long time, okay?"

Callie only smiled and nodded, pulling ingredients from the fridge as Arizona followed her around.

"Your roommate is pretty rude, by the way," she noted, gesturing to Cristina, who still sat immobile and reading.

Callie chuckled lightly at her remark and nodded her head, beginning to fry eggs in the pan. She heard Arizona scuffle around her, observing all of the utensils in the kitchen and the open cupboard, as if to take it all in. But with such excitement.

"You're like a dog sometimes, I swear," Callie declared.

"What?" she heard Cristina say. Arizona blinked at Callie, aware that the remark was directed towards her, but turned her attention to Cristina, who was now looking back at Callie.

"Ah, um," Callie stuttered. "Well, you don't expect me to provide food for you all the time, do you?" she quickly asked, internally applauding herself for the seemingly random remark (though it was really just a slip).

"I mean, I buy all the groceries and-" Callie continued.

"I thought it was our unspoken agreement that you'd always provide the food. It's been years, that hasn't changed," Cristina protested, shutting the book and standing up. She walked over the window and tossed the book in a cardboard box that was filled with a number of books that looked the same.

"What are you reading?" Callie asked. "Some medical journals? Those boxes are in the way."

"I know, I know," Cristina said, walking to the kitchen as Callie laid out eggs on a plate for her. Grabbing a fork, she sat down and started to eat.

"By the way, your rent is way overdue."

Callie groaned and placed food on her own plate, taking a seat, as well. Bored, Arizona quickly made her way to the living room and stared at the television again.

"I paid your half this month, don't worry. Consider me an amazing roommate," Cristina told her.

"Of course," Callie said, rolling her eyes for emphasis.

She looked over to Arizona, who already seemed bored of the television channel she'd been watching. The weather channel will do that to you, she thought.

"So are you operating again?" Cristina asked.

"Not yet. I should be back in the OR at noon," Callie declared, grinning at her personal determination.

Callie turned her attention back to the window, where Cristina had a number of boxes and loose pieces of clothing laying around.

"You need to move that stuff into your own room."

"I will."

"What medical journals are you reading? So much that you seem to be losing sleep over them?" Callie asked, noting the fatigue in the other woman's face.

"I lose sleep regardless. Those are Ellis Grey's journals. Mer doesn't want to read them, but god, that damned woman is a genius," Cristina explained, the glee in her tone evident as she spoke.

"That's good," Callie said, suddenly intimidated by her roommate. Since Arizona showed up, she really hadn't been concentrating at all on medicine or research. She hadn't touched a medical journal for a while, actually. She'd always done that in the past, but suddenly, this woman put a stop to everything. She didn't make Callie stop, it wasn't her fault. Callie suddenly thought that she had to get her priorities straight.

The two quickly finished their meal and placed their dishes in the sink. Cristina turned to go to her room, but her attention was quickly caught by the television suddenly changing channels.

"What the hell?" Cristina grumbled. "I was listening to that," she said, hurrying over to the television. She slapped the cable box only lightly and frowned, then turning the television off. Arizona groaned in frustration. Now she couldn't turn it back on.

Cristina hurried into her room and Callie turned her attention to Arizona, who now looked at her from beside the television screen. She narrowed her eyes.

"What?" Arizona asked. "The weather channel is boring."

Callie opened her mouth to say something, but quickly stopped herself as Cristina rushed out of her room and past her, murmuring a See you later before heading out of the apartment. Callie made certain that Cristina had gone before completely turning her attention to Arizona. She walked over to where she stood in the living room.

"You could have changed it when she left," Callie grumbled.

"Well, she didn't take much notice, anyway," Arizona said, simply.

"Uh-huh," Callie murmured, watching as the blonde innocently grinned back at her.

The whole morning had been a rush and suddenly, there was a sense of calm and ease amidst the two. Yet, they only stared at each other. Callie suddenly began to recall her dream and felt her heart begin to thump. She backed away in order to gather her jacket and purse.

"I'm like a dog?" Arizona suddenly said, breaking the silence as Callie pulled her jacket over her body.

"Okay, not a dog. That's not what I meant."

Arizona arched an eyebrow at her and Callie only blinked in response, now pulling on her shoes.

"You're energetic like a dog. Like a dog, or a child, you know. Like a super excited kid. You're super excited about stuff, I like that."

"So you think I'm like a kid, then…"

"No, of course not. I just meant-"

"It's okay, Callie," Arizona replied coolly. "I'm flattered."

"Are, are you?" Callie murmured, opening the door to the apartment. But she didn't leave yet, she just kept her hand on the door knob and stood, looking at Arizona. She saw that familiar hint of amusement in her eyes again and suddenly, her heart began to thump wildly.

She knew.

"Yes, "Arizona affirmed. "Especially flattered about your dream this morning, too."

Callie suddenly felt her body heated, she could feel the rush of blood in her head. She knew. She knew about the dream, she thought. She stood and watched Arizona in silence, who only smiled brightly at her.

"I, uh," she started to say.

"I'll see you at the hospital," Arizona said, slipping through the door and out of sight.

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Callie felt a great urge to applaud herself. She'd done exceptionally well in convincing her therapist that she should be able to operate. Though he had initially told her "in a few days", she'd known that those words simply entailed safety measures. Every doctor knew the true meaning of those words.

And so Callie delightfully strolled out of his office and into the hospital hallway, making her way to the Residents' lounge to change. Arizona hadn't been there to see her convince him, but she was sure the woman was aware, she was sure the cheerful ghost could sense her joy and pride in finally being able to return.

So she wasn't surprised to see Arizona skating down the hallway on her heelys, coming towards her with a bright smile on her face. She was surprised for a moment, because Arizona had just gotten the heelys yesterday, but then she turned her attention to others walking down the hall and quickly noted that they took no notice of the blonde's rollerskate shoes. It seemed she manifested the heelys overnight, Callie thought.

She smiled at Arizona and then quickly turned to enter the Residents' Lounge. Shutting the door behind her, she was relieved to find the place desolate. She turned around as Arizona came through the door, that same smile on her face.

"So I guess it went well, then?" Arizona inquired.

"Yep!" Callie exclaimed, now turning her attention to the woman's shoes. "Those are?"

"These are my heelys, ghost version," Arizona explained, kicking each foot for dramatic effect.

"They look exactly the same!"

"Of course they do."

"You could have gone for a cooler look," Callie insisted. "Why go for plain pink and white?"

"Because I like those colors," Arizona replied. For a moment, she seemed to hesitate in her response, but then quickly added, "And this is the color you gave to me. So, of course I'd keep it. If it's from you."

Callie felt her heart begin to race again and only smiled in response at Arizona's explanation. She turned around and found her locker, sitting down on the bench in front of it. She then began to unlace her shoes.

"You know," she started. "You know, I've only done so well because of you."

"Because of me?" she heard Arizona ask. She felt the woman draw closer to her as she took her shoes off and stood up to unbuckle her belt.

"Yeah," Callie said, honestly. "I don't think I would have been that motivated or that happy, without you. I, I think it's because you were there that I, uh, that I was able to put myself back together."

Callie slipped off her pants as she explained her thoughts to Arizona, who's gaze, she felt, seemed to burn right through her. She felt her body grow hot when thinking of Arizona's bright blue eyes peering at her exposed form. She quickly slipped on her scrub pants.

"How?" Arizona asked.

"It must be," Callie started to say, taking off her shirt. She turned around to look at Arizona, who's gaze quickly fell to her bra-clad chest and then back to her face. She watched the blonde apparition's cheeks grow red at being caught. "It must be your joy," Callie said.

To this, Arizona's eyes widened and she seemed to be momentarily rendered speechless. Callie slipped on her scrub shirt now and smiled softly at the confused ghost, who only looked at her with an expression of surprise and joy.

"My joy?" Arizona asked. "I don't think I've been all too happy to-"

"Your genuine joy for things," Callie interrupted. "When you smile, you seem utterly happy. And that makes me feel happy, too. And you care so much, so much that I'm speechless. Maybe it's because I'm the only one who can see you or whatever, but I couldn't care about that. I'm just glad you care. I'm glad you cared enough to be there even when I was rude."

Arizona only stared at Callie, her eyes softening and glowing. She seemed genuinely surprised at Callie's response. Callie bent down to slip on her shoes and then looked back up at Arizona.

"So I'm grateful for that," Callie said. "I'm grateful for you," she said. "I'm grateful to you, but I'm also grateful for you," she corrected.

Arizona smiled softly at Callie, her eyes glazed over as though moved by her speech. She nodded her head and murmured, "Thank you, Callie."

"But I just thanked you!" Callie laughed.

"It means a lot to me, you have no idea," Arizona continued.

"Really?"

"Really," Arizona said. "I thought I couldn't exist for anyone. I'm glad that I can exist for you."