Warning: This is a part-one, so it sorta just ends. Enjoy!

At first, Callie didn't hear the knocking. But then it grew more persistent and she became aware of it over the sound of the water rushing from the faucet. She exited the bathroom, walking slowly, lazily towards the front door, her toothbrush still doing its job in her mouth.

"I'll get it!" She somehow managed to call to Arizona without spitting a single drop of toothpaste onto her light blue tank top. She answered the door, not really caring that she was still in her pajamas with her hair pulled back and her toothbrush in her mouth.

She pulled open the door, revealing the two people she had expected the least to see. She stood stock-still, eyes widened, toothbrush forgotten and hanging from her lips dangerously. She went temporarily brain dead, staring at the people in front of her. She didn't snap out of it until some of the mint-flavored toothpaste had found its way down her throat.

"Who is it?" Arizona asked curiously, coming down the hall, tying her lavender bathrobe around her small frame. Callie, who was trying not to choke, backed away from the door so Arizona could see who it was. "Oh," she said simply. To anyone else, Arizona's tone would have seemed normal, with nothing hidden behind it. But to Callie, who had grown to love the sound of Arizona's voice, detected a trace of frost in her voice; just barely there but still bitter cold. "Hello. Why don't you come in?"

"Thank you," Mr. Torres said, stepping over the threshold and into Callie and Arizona's apartment. Mrs. Torres followed in his wake, looking a little uncomfortable.

"You caught us at a bad time," Arizona explained with false regret. Callie remained frozen with shock. "We were just getting ready for work."

"Yes, I apologize for the sudden appearance. We were going to call but thought it'd be better to surprise you," Mr. Torres replied. Though he was having the conversation with Arizona, he was looking directly at Callie.

"I have to go throw up," Callie muttered so quietly that only Arizona could hear her. She turned and half-ran down the hall. She heard Arizona apologize and say something about going to get dressed, and then Arizona was behind her as she paced the bedroom, her mouth now toothpaste- and -brush-free.

"¡Maldición! No puedo creerlo, ese hijo de puta, now of all times…¿por qué tenía que aparecer? ¿Qué se supone que voy a hacer? Actuar como todo es normal, al igual que él..." Callie was on her Spanglish rant, the one she always went on when she was really upset. From what Arizona had picked up on over their time together, she knew that it was pretty vulgar, even for Callie.

"Hey…hey, come on Cal, calm down," Arizona said comfortingly. She bravely stepped in front of Callie, blocking her on her warpath. Arizona held onto Callie's shoulders to make her look directly at her. "It's okay, calm down."

"Why did he have to do this? He makes everyone in the family ignore me for God knows how long, and then suddenly he just shows up on our doorstep? And now? Of all times?" Callie cried, her hand going sub-consciously to her stomach, which was finally beginning to show that she was pregnant. Her eyes were shining and she had the same look on her face as when her father had disowned her in the first place, the look just before she collapsed into tears in Arizona's shoulder.

"I don't know," Arizona answered truthfully. "Maybe they miss you and want their daughter back? Maybe they found out and they came to give support…"

"How would they find…Oh, shit," Callie exclaimed quietly so her parents wouldn't hear. "My sister. On Facebook. She's the only one in the family who didn't de-friend me, although she may as well have."

"Come on, let's get dressed and go find out why they're here," Arizona suggested after a lengthy pause.

Five minutes later Callie and Arizona entered the living room, fully ready to go to work, all traces of tears left behind them in the bedroom. Mrs. Torres was sitting awkwardly on the edge of the couch. Mr. Torres was standing beside her, hands in his pockets. Arizona smiled brightly when entering the room, but Callie merely scowled at her parents, arms folded across her chest.

"You know, don't you? That's why you came out to Seattle?" Callie accused immediately.

"Yes," her father answered. Callie nodded, sucking on her upper lip.

"Well? What do you want? To convince me not to have the baby? It's too late for that," Callie said angrily.

"No," was her father's short reply. He sure was a man of few words. Somehow that had always made him seem so intimidating. "We came out to apologize."

Whatever Callie had expected, it was not that. Her jaw dropped for a moment, but she quickly recovered and fixed her father with a blank stare, waiting for more. Arizona seemed a little uncomfortable standing beside her. Callie's parents had yet to acknowledge her existence.

"Calliope," Mrs. Torres said unexpectedly. She stood from the couch and took a few steps towards her daughter. "Please. Your father made a hasty judgment and the rest of us were too quick to agree."

"It took you this long to realize that?" Callie asked suspiciously. Her mother seemed at a loss for words.

"The fact that you and…Arizona…have lasted so long proves that I was very wrong. My daughter is happy and that is all that matters to me. I came back to apologize and to give you back your trust fund," her father interjected. Callie was silent for a moment.

"What about your approval? Your respect? Do I have that too, are you giving that to me too?" she questioned. She sounded bitter when she said it, but she was truly hopeful.

"Of course," Mrs. Torres interrupted when Callie's father remained silent.

"No offense Mom, but I was asking Daddy," Callie said coolly, staring at her father. Finally he nodded.

"Alright. Yes. It's yours. Whatever you want, as long as I get my Calliope back," he responded, somewhat reluctantly.

"You'll have me back when you actually mean it," Callie replied icily. She grabbed Arizona's hand and pulled her from the room, out the door and to the car.

"Callie…" Arizona began.

"Don't," Callie cut her off, her voice thick, like she was holding back tears, trying to suppress her true emotions. "Please don't start."

"Running out probably wasn't the best thing to do," Arizona continued.

"I don't care!" Callie yelled suddenly. Arizona jumped in surprise. Callie was now driving over the speed limit, her eyes nearly blinded by tears she was still half-heartedly trying to prevent from falling. "I don't care. He can't just come back and buy me off like he does everyone else! He's my father, Arizona, my father! He's supposed to support me and respect me, and if he can't do that, then I don't want any part of him!"

Arizona placed her delicately hand on Callie's knee. Callie, who was so tense, flinched and jerked the wheel sharply to the right. Thankfully she recovered before any real damage happened. Defeated, Callie pulled the car over, sinking back in her seat and allowing her emotions to take over. Arizona unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed as close to Callie as she could get, hugging Callie the best she could.

"He's my father damn it," Callie repeated in a sad whisper.

Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I'm not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I'm still waiting

I'm through with doubt
There's nothing left for me to figure out
I've paid a price
And I'll keep paying

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