Thick arms wrap around her waist and soft lips brush her cheek. "Guess," he says, shaking both their hips in a little dance, "what I did?"

Callie plays dumb, "Saved a life?"

He murmurs a yes against her neck. "Yours."

"Mine?"

One hand disappears from around her waist and then reappears with a pamphlet. "Bed and Breakfast."

She stares at the house. Gorgeous Craftsman-style home down the coast. "Wait what?"

"I talked with your boss," he means himself, "and moved some things around and got us four days of seafood, wine and sex in a real bed."

"And—"

"And Arizona is taking Sofia."

She doesn't know how to respond to that. Doesn't know if she is grateful she doesn't have to talk with Arizona or upset that she'dsmissed the expression on Arizona's face.

"When do we leave," she asks—forcing cheeriness into her voice.

"Tomorrow. Noon."

####

They ran into each other as Callie and Owen were leaving and Arizona was coming back from an early lunch. Callie had a bag on her shoulder and a grin on her face and Arizona was stuck smiling back because anything else would be wrong.

She avoided Amelia the whole long weekend. Talked to her parents and tried not to cry. Took Sofia to the park. Took her to the wharf. Went to physical therapy and tried to sweat out the all wrong feelings.

And when Callie bounces into the house giddy and smiling Monday night Arizona tries to smile like it doesn't all hurt.

Callie is breathtaking. Awe inspiring. Glowing.

And she sees Arizona and a little bit—just a fraction—of that joy dims. "You're still awake," she says. The smile doesn't quite fall.

"Couldn't sleep."

Her leg has been bothering her. Aching when ever she thinks about Callie and the hurt she's caused her. Her own personal tell-tale heart.

Amelia would say it was in her head.

Callie would agree.

Callie glances at her leg. Shorter than the other. The one that ends in smooth flesh and just the palest of scars. "Your leg?"

Sharp pain lances through it like she's on the forest floor sitting in her own urine and waiting to be rescued or die. Sweat sprouts up damp and ticklish on her neck. It hasn't hurt this bad in months.

"No." It's a little choked.

Callie starts towards her. Stops.

Three years later and the leg is still a problem. An emblem of everything that's gone wrong. Every misunderstood promise and declaration. Callie can't reach out and try to soothe the ache because she's part of the problem.

Arizona throws the blanket over her thigh.

Callie nods to herself.

Leaves the room.

Comes back. Sits.

"It's bothering you," she says like she understands. Voice soft.

Arizona closes her eyes. Bites back words that won't help matters.

"Did you over work it today? Stay on it too long?"

She cracks open one eye and sees Callie studying her like a patient. Like's she's bones that can be mended.

"It's not—" She moves away. Until her back is pressed into the armrest. "It's phantom pains."

Callie is confused. "Those go away."

She wants to laugh. Here is her wife, one of the greatest orthopedic surgeons to ever pick up a bone saw, but when she's faced with Arizona's residual limb her knowledge is suddenly limited to medical dramas on ABC.

"It's in my head," she says. Misery and self-spite lace her words. "Like it always is."

"That isn't true—"

But they both know Callie agrees. Callie who tells her she's selfish. Callie who tells her to get over it. Callie who tries to build her a new leg to make up for the one she took away.

It's dangling between them. A dark shadow of desolation. Everything that's broken them starts with that leg.

"Can I help," Callie finally asks.

"No." The word is succinct. Satisfying in its brevity.

Arizona turns up the tv and wallows in dark thoughts and Callie eventually sighs and walks away.

The pain lingers until morning.

####

Meredith is wrinkling her nose like Callie smells. "Seriously?"

"He's nice." Her voice is high in Owen's defense.

"So was George."

Fair point. "I just want to know if you think we should tell Cristina."

Meredith pushes back in her chair and drops her charts onto the counter. "I wouldn't."

"Really?"

"Even though she moved across the world that's still her guy and you're still her…friend?"

"She's the godmother of my child."

"Right. So she's your friend then. Usually you don't sleep with your friend's ex."

Unless you were Mark.

"But what if we get serious?"

"Then you tell her. But if you're just sleeping around in cars and taking random weekend trips I wouldn't worry. I mean does Sofia even know who he is?"

Callie lets out a huge breath she hasn't realized she's been holding.

Meredith nods sagely. "Exactly. Don't tell her."

The doors to surgery open dramatically and Amelia Shepherd power walks through them. She stops when she sees the two of them at the nurse's station. Nods. "Ladies." Keeps power walking.

A minute later Arizona jogs in as best she can. She's breathless as she runs hops. "Hi," she says brightly. "If-if you see Derek? You didn't see me."

Meredith narrows her eyes at Arizona. Callie doesn't fail to notice they way her scrub top is tucked into her underwear.

She keeps moving, the hitch in her step to accomodate her prosthetic knee. She can usually jog just fine on it. It must be bothering her-

Derek comes through the doors like a vengeful rock god…if such a thing exists. He's furious and righteous and absolutely McDreamy.

Callie tries not to be awestruck by him because she's seen the inside of his arm. She's rebuilt that arm.

"Either of you seen my sister?"

Meredith's resting her chin on her fist.

"Nope," Callie says-going for nonchalance.

His bright eyes narrow. "What about Robbins?"

"Why," Meredith asks. She's smirking. That know-it-all smirk she's had since she was an intern. It still kind of pisses Callie off.

Derek goes rigid. "You knew."

She rolls her eyes at him. "Everyone knew."

He looks to Callie. "Did you know?"

"I-" She flushes. Remembering the oncall room and the bitter jealousy that had clouded her vision.

Derek misinterprets. "Right. Sorry. Are you…?"

"She's sleeping with Owen."

Meredith is way too satisfied with herself and Callie shoots her a dirty look.

It's all enough to throw Derek off and he tugs at his lab coat. "Right. Well. Um. Congratulations?"

"We're pretty low key," she says. Everything feeling surreal.

"Okay. Good. Good. So I have to-Amelia. Robbins. I have to-"

Meredith, still smirking, waves. "Have fun," she says brightly.

Derek Shepherd, neuro god, actually blushes.

He leaves the nurse's station with chin to chest.

Callie rounds on her "friend."

"Seriously? You were just telling me not to tell Cristina and now you're blabbing to Derek?"

"You saw his face though." She laughs. "It was funny right?"

It was funny.

And Owen's laugh is warm and kind when she tells him about it later.