FIX YOU

A/N: Chapter updates on both my stories in the span of two days? What has happened to the world!

Sorry about how long this has taken to get out, I finally got a free moment and so here we are! How are you guys feeling about the whole finale and Calzona? Shonda can't resist amping up the drama, can she? First the leg, now this!

Disclaimer: In fantasyland, this belongs to me. In reality, however, all characters etc. belong to Shonda Rhimes.

Chapter 5: Coffee and Chemotherapy

"She's up all night to the sun, I'm up all night to get some, she's up all night for good fun, I'm up all night to get lucky!" Arizona sings at the top of her lungs, the volume turned up to eleven, the window of her truck rolled all the way down and the blonde adding in her own dance moves within the confines of her truck's cab.

Usually her trips to the hospital aren't this perky. But today... Well… Today, she's planning on surprising a certain Latina who cooks like a saint and has the body of a goddess. Hence excitement finding it's outlet in car dancing, and not even caring about the stares she's getting. Some people actually join in…

Pulling into the parking lot, paying the meter and skipping, yes skipping, to the elevator, Arizona can't help but feel that today is going to be a good day. That today is going to be the day that everything changes. The chemo is going to start kicking leukaemia's butt, she's going to get to see Callie in scrubs, which, seeing as the woman is a goddess and could make a trash bag look like Versace, is going to be frickin' awesome! Never in her life did Arizona think she'd be riding this high from one kiss and a little over the shirt action, but… here she is! Even her parents couldn't help but comment on their daughter's perky attitude when she came home last night.

Flashback -

"Hello dear parents!" Arizona smiled – the same one she was wearing as she left Callie's beach house. "How has your evening been?"

"Arizona!" Barbara exclaimed, her daughter's smile so infectious that the elder Robbins can't help but smile herself. "You seem particularly perky tonight!"

"Why shouldn't I be? The grass is green, the birds are singing and life is good-ish!" The carpenter continued, hugging her mother tightly before jumping the first step of the stairs.

"Okay…" Barbara responded, her smile turning into a confused grin as she looks to her husband, her expression perfectly mirrored on his face.

"Have you been drinking Arizona? Drugs…" Daniel asked, drawing out the last word quietly as though he'd rather not know.

"Not father dearest, I am not drunk." The young blonde laughed merrily, sighing contentedly as she caught her breath. "Except on life."

"Oh Jesus." Daniel replied, stuffing his head back into the paper he was enjoying reading before the world started to implode.

"And as for drugs, the only drug I have been around tonight is a gorgeous Latina, 5'9", long legs and a heavenly cook."

"Ahh!" Barbara smiled in understanding, patting her daughter gently on arm. "Went that well did it?"

Hop-skipping up the stairs, Arizona almost dances in her excitement and happiness.

"Better."

End Flashback –

"Hi Julie" Arizona greets the nurse passing her in the other direction with a wave as she makes her way to the chemotherapy ward. Her feet guide her on autopilot to her destination, having been here so many times, Arizona could easily find her way there with her eyes closed after she'd been spun around a couple of times.

Greeting a few of the other nurses that she has become familiar with in the time that she has been a patient amongst these four walls, Arizona leans gently against the nurse's station just outside of the chemotherapy lounge before entering. She hated that room. It was clinical and morbid and reminded the blonde of what cancer and chemotherapy did to people. Each one of them was a regular to the chemotherapy ritual, but some people had it worse than others. Either their cancer was more advanced, more aggressive, or their bodies just couldn't handle the amount of toxicity that was being pumped into their veins quite so well. Whichever it was, it all served to remind Arizona that she wasn't the young, healthy and vibrant person that she was in her head. She was sick, just as sick as many of the people in this room. And it scared her, the tubes, the hollow eyes, the gaunt expressions, the brittle hair. It all scared her.

"Arizona." A familiar voice pulls the blonde out of her reverie, a smile instantly covering the fright that had earlier been etched across her features.

"Hey Dr Bailey. How are you today?" Dr Bailey. A tough chick, hard on her interns, but an amazing doctor and an extraordinary woman. Dr Bailey was one of Arizona's favourite doctors around the hospital, one, because she was her doctor and two, because she kicked butt, all 5 foot of her.

"Well… If my interns were competent then I would be much better, but it seems they are intent on being inept, and so I have to pick up the slack." The short doctor huffs, putting an arm full of charts on the nurses' station before turning back to Arizona.

"Interns." Arizona berates with a roll of her eyes, always enjoying Bailey's rantings about her interns. She was just glad that they all had Bailey watching their backs; otherwise, she might be just a little bit scared of these junior doctors…

"You in for chemo again?" Bailey asks needlessly, she knew all too well what the blonde was in for.

"You know it doc. Can't get enough of the stuff."

Laughing lightly at her patient, Bailey glances down at her watch before pointing into the room of reminders.

"Well… You know the drill. I've got a bit of spare time so why don't I set you up today?"

"It would be an honour, Dr Bailey." Arizona genuinely smiles. She knows that the Resident has a busy schedule, so the fact that she's taking time to do something as mundane as set up her chemo is touching.

"And how many times do I have to tell you, it's Miranda!" Bailey laughs, shaking her head in amusement as the two move into the room.

"Probably at least once more, Dr Bailey."

Today has been hectic, as Callie had expertly predicted. It wasn't necessarily that she had a high case load, in fact, it being her first day and all, she had no existing case load… but the paper work. There was a small forest somewhere that had just turned into a small grove with the amount of paper and contracts she'd had to sign. After that, she'd had to go down to admin, get her ID generated, her signature put on file and stored electronically, and then it was time for the official meet and greet amongst her new department.

All in all, it had been a terribly boring, but terribly busy start to the day that had the Latina dead on her feet a mere 8 hours into her 12 hour shift. Right now, all she really wanted to do was to find an on call room, slip off her shoes, dump her body on a bunk and pass out. But it was her first day… she didn't want to appear weak. She needed to show that she could play with the big boys, that she wasn't daunted by her new environment, by being the new girl.

So Callie did work. She took consult after consult, surprised as to the lack of supervision she was being given by the head of department seeing as it was her first day. It's not like she didn't know what she was doing, on the contrary, she was a rock star with a scalpel, but they didn't know that. Callie shook it off, having that pair of eyes looking at her all the time would have had her on edge anyways.

Just as she was adding the finishing touches to the chart of a 12 year old boy who'd suffered a compound fracture of his humerus after falling out of a particularly large tree, Callie hears a deep, gravelly voice behind her.

"Why… hello there." The voice greets suggestively, Callie putting on her best friendly smile as she turned to the owner of the voice, despite the fact that she can already tell where this guy's mind is heading.

"Hi." The Latina replies simply, keeping her tone cordial as she looks the owner of the voice up and down. He's hot! A strong chin and jawline lightly dusted with stubble distinguished by just a hint of grey in the man's hair. From what Callie can make out, the man keeps himself fit, pecs clearly visible underneath his scrub top with not a hint of flab about him. Yet he still pales in comparison to Arizona.

"Mark Sloan. Plastics." The man holds out his hand, offering it to the Latina in greeting.

"Callie Torres. Uhh, Ortho." Callie takes the proffered hand, impressed by the strength of the handshake the man posesses. There's nothing Callie hated more than a wet fish of a handshake. It just makes things… awkward.

"Nice." Mark replies, nodding his head in appreciation of, Callie can only assume, her specialty. "Say, I don't think I've seen your face around here before. You new?"

"Yeah, actually. It's my first day today." The Latina blushes slightly, unable to hold eye contact with the man, instead being more content to inspect her shoelaces.

"Woah. Okay. Well… Welcome to Ronald Reagan."

"Thanks, Mark." A genuine smile spreading across the Latina's features. Maybe this guy wasn't as much of a creep as she had first thought.

"Hey, you want to hang out later? A lot of the staff members here go out to this bar, not too far from here… Could introduce you to some of your colleagues if you like."

Callie mulled it over. On the one hand, she really didn't want to end up going to a bar with Mark all alone, she, after all, didn't know anyone else in the hospital to validate his story, plus he had been undressing her with his eyes since the moment she'd turned around, not to mention he was definitely a boob man. On the other hand, the Latina really wanted to get to know some of the people she was going to be working with, and sooner rather than later. Connections and good working relationships were key when working in a hospital, plus it was just easier and more pleasant for everyone when you were nice to them.

Trying to rack her brain for a solution, a wry smile finds its way to Callie's lips.

"Sure… Is it alright if I bring someone?" Callie asks, watching Mark's eyes for any sign of uneasiness or disappointment. Nothing. Either this guy was really just looking to be friendly or he believes that he's the big kahuna… Yeah, right!

"Sure thing Torres, the more the merrier. Give me your number and I'll text you the deets."

Please don't be busy tonight Arizona…

"Urgh… I swear this gets worse everytime." Arizona groans, wanting to curl up into a ball right there in the middle of the hospital hallway.

"It sure does." Her friend, Teddy Altman replies knowingly. Being a kick-ass doctor much like Bailey, she knows these things.

"You know. I thought that in hospitals, there was this thing called the Hippocratic oath. Do no harm and all that jazz." The blonde moans, the chemicals that have just been pumped into her system making her stomach flip.

"This is the most effective way…" Her friend starts to recite, this line of conversation having been followed multiple times after one of Arizona's chemo sessions.

"I know, I know… It just sucks super hard!"

"Just take it easy for the rest of the day, okay. Your body is waging a massive war inside right now. Give it every advantage it can to win."

"Don't worry, Teds, I'm going Rambo on this mother fuckers ass."

"Stallone reference. Nice." Teddy laughs, giving her friend a nudge in the shoulder as the two make their way down the hallway. "So what have you got planned for the rest of the day?"

"Oh, you know… Not much." Try as she might, Arizona can't help but keep the grin from her face, one that Teddy, or anyone within a 2 mile radius, can't help but notice.

"Spill it." The surgeon demands, her eyes dead serious. "Aarizonaaaa…"

"Nothing…" Arizona tries to keep her face straight, but just the faintest thought of Callie and her mouth starts to curve upwards. "I'm just surprising someone that's all."

"Ooohh… Arizona Robbins got a new beau is it?" Teddy plays, earning her a not so soft sock in the arm. "Oww…"

"Maybe." Damn Robbins, take back control of your facial muscles. "I'm not sure."

"How can you not be sure? Have you? You know?" Teddy makes a crude gesture with her hands, trying to articulate what she didn't want to say.

"And somehow you got into med school." Arizona teases. "No we haven't had sex, we've been on one date, and we just kissed. An extremely hot kiss, but that's all…"

"Oh." Teddy replies, a look of disappointment on her face. Obviously she was looking for something a bit more juicy than that. "Soo… Who are they, what do they look like, what do they do?"

"Callie Torres. Aphrodite. Orthopedic Surgeon." Arizona replies happily, a skip in her step at just being able to mention the Latina's name.

"Wait? She's a surgeon?" Teddy asks, suddenly more interested than she had been two minutes ago. Of course the surgeon part was the bit that Teddy would focus on.

"Yup. She just started working here, today is her first day."

Which must be stressful… A nice cup of Joe should be a welcome sight, right? She drinks coffee, doesn't she? Of course she does, she's a doctor…

"Woah. That is a stressful day, then." Teddy states to herself more than anyone else, mirroring Arizona's own thoughts exactly.

"Coffee is a good idea, right?" The carpenter nibbling at her lower lip, suddenly not at all sure that her masterful plan is all that masterful.

"If someone bought me coffee I would love them forever." Teddy confirms. With the shifts she works, the woman practically lives off the stuff. "How does she take it?"

Oh shit…

This last hour couldn't have passed any slower. For some reason, this shift is really taking it out of Callie, despite her working for much longer on much less rest on countless occasions before. Maybe it is something to do with the heat. It's much cooler up in the north…

Shaking herself out of her reverie, trying to get her mind to focus, the Latina rubs her hands roughly down her face in an attempt to alleviate some of the tiredness that has inset itself into her bones.

Only 3 hours to go. Only 3 hours to go.

If only she had some coffee right now, that would perk her right up.

As if on cue, not two seconds later…

"Hi gorgeous." Flipping her body around towards the sound, Callie couldn't control the school girl grin that made its way to her face, the faintest hint of pink blushing her cheeks. Arizona… "I thought you might like some coffee…" The blonde says, holding up a giant coffee carrier full of steaming beverages, at which the Latina can't help but laugh.

"I didn't know what you liked, so I got everything…" Arizona tries to explain with a small shrug, the blush that had warmed Callie's cheeks earlier now colouring the blonde's. "It's too much isn't it..?

"No, Arizona… It's not too much at all." Can this woman get any cuter? "It's perfect. Thank you. I was actually just about to get one myself, so..."

"Well, I'm sure if you give the rest of these to the nurses, you'll win some brownie points." The blonde suggests, knowing just how much work the nurses here put in and how much they love their caffeine.

"You are a genius!" Callie smiles, planting a quick kiss on the blonde's lips that leaves the carpenter breathless, her eyes fluttering closed at the contact.

"So I am told." Arizona smiles, loving the fact that Callie is comfortable enough in herself and their… relationship? That she doesn't even think twice about PDA. "How has the first day been?"

"Tiring. I think I forgot how much I love my sleep before I got down here, and now, after the time off… I think I may have ruined myself." Callie chuckles lightly, bringing the coffee to her awaiting lips. "What are you doing out here anyways?"

"Oh you know…" The blonde replies nonchalantly, "this and that…", adding in an wink for extra mystery.

It wasn't as though she was trying to keep anything from Callie really… Arizona was going to tell her about… everything but it just seemed too soon. Things were new, she was enjoying it, and Arizona didn't want to ruin it by being the sick kid at the party that everyone felt sorry for.

"Yo Blondie!" The unmistakable bark of Mark Sloan bouncing its way around the blonde's skull. She swore that man didn't know how to be quiet. "What you doing up here?"

"What's up Marcus?" Arizona replies happily, punching the tall man hard on the arm as soon as he comes within arm distance.

"Oww! Jesus! That's domestic abuse!" Mark whines, rubbing the sore spot on his arm, making Arizona laugh. "What is with you and punching people in the arm?!"

"Cry all you like Sloan. That's pay back for the last time you dragged me out to be your wing woman." Arizona declares triumphantly, not feeling the least bit sympathetic for Sloan and his growing fist shaped bruise.

"Oh, c'mon blondie, you loved it!" Mark protests, moving on from rubbing of the bruised flesh to poking. "More to the point, those girls loved you!"

"You told them I was your sister and it was my first time out on the town and that you were showing me the ropes." The blonde cries "I'm 25 Mark! They thought I was Amish or something! Besides. They were all straight."

"Well, I can at least vouch for the last part." The older surgeon smiles knowingly, nodding his head in agreement.

"Eww…" The blonde's face scrunching up in disgust as though she'd just eaten a rotten tomato. "Way TMI."

"Anyways, you never told me what you were doing up here." Mark repeated, crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes darting between the inordinate amount of coffee, his blonde friend and the Latina who just so happened to be clutching one of the steaming hot beverages between both hands.

Callie, who had been, up until this point, an innocent bystander in the conversation up to this point, and somewhat bewildered by the interaction to say the least, shook her head to brush off the surprise.

"You know each other..?" Callie asks, still not being able to piece together the connection between the two, how they knew each other as well as they did.

"Of course we do! Arizona here has been a regular…" Mark began before a strong elbow to the ribs cut him off. "Oooof!"

"Mark and my brother have been friends for forever." Arizona covers before Mark can recover and say anything more. It wasn't a lie per se. Mark and Tim had been friends for a really long time, but it wasn't exactly the truth either. The truth was the two men were only friends because they had met all those years ago when Arizona's cancer had first reared its ugly head…

"Doctor Torres, you still up for going out tonight?" Mark deflects, throwing a dirty look at the blonde, his ministrations switching from arm to chest.

"Umm…" "I dunno… I was…" Callie stumbles. She really wanted to ask Arizona in a more private setting, maybe over the phone that way if the blonde couldn't make it, she wouldn't be able to see how devastated and whipped the Latina was already.

"You should go Calliope, it'll be fun!"

Sure Mark got preoccupied when there was a pretty woman at the bar, but then again, who didn't? Besides, if you really needed him to be there for you he would be. He was, by all accounts, a shameless womaniser, but that didn't mean he wasn't a loyal friend.

"I just… I don't know how I feel about going alone is all…" Callie mumbles, picking at the heat protector around her now half-finished cup of Joe. "I'd rather go with someone I knew…"

"Well, Arizona is coming, so no problem there then!" Mark exclaims, slapping his friend on the back a little harder than completely necessary in payback for the blonde's earlier beatings.

"I am?"

"You are?"

The two women ask simultaneously, getting a round of awkward laughter from the two of them, Mark trying to hold in his laughter at the sight of the two of them. They had it reaaal bad.

"Of course I am. If you want me to…" Damn, Arizona thought, am I whipped or what?

"I want that very much." Callie replies shyly. She's not sure how much she can ask for yet from the blonde, all she knows is that she really wants

"Awesome! See you guys later!" Mark leaves with a laugh, snatching up one of the forgotten coffees from the container before Arizona's usually cat like reflexes can stop him.

"Hey, that coffee was for the nurses!" Arizona shouts towards the man's back, getting only a raising of the coffee cup in response. "Rude!"

"So… You come here often?" Callie asks, trying to seem uninterested as she sips just a little too much of her coffee, resulting in that awkward cough/splurt scenario. Smooth, Torres… Smooth…

"From time to time." Arizona plays it off, trying to act cool, but the Latina isn't having any of it. There are only two reasons that she can think of that a person would spend so much time in a hospital if they didn't work there. One, because they were involved with a patient or staff member, which Arizona definitely was not… Was she? And two, because they were a regular outpatient and that never meant anything good… Callie wasn't sure which reason she preferred. "Gotta keep an eye on Teds and Mark here, after all."

"Yeah…" Callie responds absently, her mind too preoccupied by the runaway thoughts and scenarios popping up in her head.

"I am really looking forward to tonight by the way. I was going to just hop into bed early tonight but now I am super excited!" Arizona squeals, almost jumping up and down, startling the Latina, the blonde really hoping that the surgeon drops her current line of enquiry in favour of the much more exciting topic of partying.

"Yeah, me too! I can't wait to get out of these scrubs! They're not exactly the most flattering thing…." Callie gestures up and down her body. At least here the scrubs were a nice blue. She was really glad that they weren't that horrid brown colour that reminded her of…

"I don't know, Dr Torres…" The blonde whispers, leaning into the Latina so her lips are just centimetres from her ear"I've always had a thing about women in uniform. And those scrubs…"

A/N 2: So the terrible two have another date! That's two in two days by my count! Thanks for reading! Gonna try and get another chapter out soon, so stay tuned loyal readers!