Title: It's All Your Fault
Author: Trance-Faith
Rating: M – suicide and suicidal tendencies.
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's. All characters in this story sadly do not belong to me; they're simply being borrowed for a little while, and then will be returned. This story was not written for profit and no copyright infringements are intended. Also the song words used in this fanfic are Paramore's "emergency" and Pink's "It's all your fault".
Author's Note 1: In terms of Grey's storyline – this is set after their break up, in 7x07.
Author's Note 2: Just wanted to say thank you to bose96 for reading this fanfic.
Author's Note 3: Again this only part 2 of this chapter, I know I am dragging it on, but anyone who lives in the north of England, Scotland and Ireland know how bad the weather is due to this hurricane. The electricity went out for about an hour earlier, my mum's plants are slowly being killed, the pug I am looking after was nearly blown away and house and car alarms won't stop going off. So enjoy!
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Beta: No beta was used while I wrote this, so all spelling and grammar mistakes are my own.
Reviews: Are much wanted please!
"I would never pull the trigger, but I've cried wolf a thousand times" - It's all your fault by P!nk.
Arizona's POV
She had been told off. To add insult to injury, it was by Stark. As he was rushed passed her, with a patient, which he claimed should have been on the operating table an hour ago, but couldn't because she hadn't answered her pages. Nine of them. Shit. She had taken her pager out of her purse the night before, forgetting to put it back in this morning. Letting out a deep sigh she accepting the fact she was going to be get reprimanded once Stark's surgery was over, she went to find out what was going on from the nurses.
It seemed a high school student on finding out he'd failed his SATs, rather than re-sitting had decided to get angry and shoot his teacher, and some students had got caught in the firing. Why some people were so stupid was beyond her, and her annoyance was already higher than usual at finding out she had to stay on the PEDs floor to keep an eye on things. Managing in ten seconds flat to destroy any hopes she had in corning Callie into talking to her, directly, face to face. Or she thought. About a half an hour into her rounds, checking on all the patients, both the high schoolers and the previously occupants, she came across Samantha. Samantha, or Sam as she insisted on being called, had been in the English class when the angry teenager had come in shouting the odds. While most of the students had managed to escape Sam had unsuccessful, resulting in her being shot in the upper chest and upper thigh. According to her notes, on arrival to the hospital she had been deemed a semi-urgent case, which needed to be reviewed. It seemed in the chaos that had preceded and followed her admission no one had been to see her yet. Her notes suggested she needed a cardio and ortho consult to decide the next cause of action.
Slightly skipping to the nurses' station she requested that Ortho be paged and much to her delight within ten minutes, Callie had walked though the white double doors. The blonde fought a losing battle as the urge to smile at the dishevelled look that had taken over Callie's whole demeanour since she had seen her last, took over her. The Latina didn't return the smile. Arizona briefly explained Sam's situation, while leading Callie to the girl's room. "Sam this is Dr Torres, she's just going to take a keep look at your injuries, okay?" the blonde asked, trying to sound as reassuring as she could. The young mousy blonde haired girl gave a small nod, with a pained look on her face. Callie moved closer to the bed, before saying to Samantha, "I'm sorry if this hurts at all, I'll be as quick as I can". The young girl let out several hisses of pain, and cry out a few times, her good arm gripped the sheet beneath her, as Callie carried out her arm and leg. "Sorry", Callie sympathised when Sam let out the louder indicators of pain.
Once the exam was complete, Callie spoke to both women, though mainly to Sam, "Things seem okay, there is still some chance of fractures in your upper arm and thigh". The girl's face seemed to light up slightly, clearly confusing both Callie and Arizona. Pointing with her good arm she pointed to the top of her injured arm saying, "This is my Humerus, right?" The girl seemed uncertain, but beamed even further when Callie confirmed that she was correct. Arizona couldn't help but say, "Do you know this bone's name?" pointing at the wound on her leg. The mousy blonde haired girl looked deep in the thought before saying, with deliberate slowness, "Femur, I think". Again the Ortho surgeon confirmed her guess before adding, "I'm impressed, you learnt that at school, already?" The girl laughed, wincing slightly when one of the bullet wounds shot a dosage of pain at her, "No. before Christmas I was helping my brother revise for Bio." "Well then I'm impressed", Callie replied, and the surgeon did look impressed. "In my opinion, Dr Altman, can do her procedures first. She will probably take out the bullets and then I can assess your condition afterwards, alright?" Callie finished explaining with a smile. Sam came a small nod and a sigh but said, "Sounds like a plan. Have you heard anything about my brother?" Arizona was slightly surprised that she didn't know that Sam even had a brother, never mind the fact he must have been in the shooting. "Sorry, no. What is his name? Was he in the shooting?" the blonde tried to ask sounding sympathetic but still get as much information as she could before Sam got taken into surgery. "Yeah he was, and he's called Robert Wright, but he goes by Rob", the girl said in a slight rush. "Okay, I'll go check, and if I find anything out I'll let you know okay", Arizona promised with a click of Sam's chart and placing it at the bottom of the bed.
The tension between the women as they left Sam's room was static. The tension Arizona tried to break by saying, "Who thinks that gunning down their teacher will get them a better grade?" The only response the blonde got from the other woman was "Hmmm. I'm going to check on Penny, so I don't need to come back up", and off she walked in the other direction. Arizona let out a sigh of annoyance. Why was she doing this? Things, all be it small and slow, had seemed to be okay this morning. Arizona had realised when Josh went running to brush his teeth declaring "I'm a big boy. I do it self", that Callie had left half of her article behind. Well that was only if Callie was trying to determine the pharmacokinetics of pentobarbital in a newborn, baby, or a young child with congenital heart disease after open-heart surgery…which she suspected was unlikely. It took her about thirty seconds to realise that Callie had been fluffing her way through their meeting that morning, but was still unsure why, and was even more curious now the Latina was effectively ignoring her.
As soon as she'd gotten to the nurse's station she had asked Teddy to be paged, only to be told she was currently in surgery but would be with her as soon as she could. Great. Next was finding about Robert Wright. Who it seemed hadn't come in with the rest of the kids, being the optimist she was, Arizona chose to believe it meant he was unharmed. Callie appeared out of nowhere, requesting Penny's file in a slightly abrupt manner. The phone on the Callie's side of station rang; the nurse that Callie had spoken to answered it. It seemed Callie was trying to keep as much distance been the two of them as she could. The redheaded nurse placed the phone back on its perch before passing on the message, "We're on lockdown". Instantly adrenaline shot through Arizona veins, while Callie rolled her eyes and look mortified. "What? Why?" were the only questions Arizona could think of to say. The nurse shrugged, while Callie showed her dislike to the situation, "Oh, come on". This could not be happening, not today surely something was happening. Nurses and staff members started to gather, looking instantly worried and curious. Maybe it was a false alarm. Not that she wasn't thrilled that it would mean Callie would have to stay on the PEDs floor, she was. She just didn't want this Callie, staying on the PEDs floor.
"Well, it's a joke right? It's a drill or something", the blonde offered giving the only explanation she could. Callie's pager went off, reminding Arizona that once again hers was at home, on the kitchen counter. Callie flicked across her white coat to look at the bleeping item, before letting out a low annoyed sighing growl, "Yeah". Great just great. Arizona felt the familiar rush of authority, and while she wasn't head of department she was the only one qualified in this situation to command the floor. Taking a depth breath and adopted a tone she hoped sounded like one of authority said, "Okay. It's no joke. Everyone". The staff was starting to panic that much was obvious. "Everyone! We're sealing the floor. I don't know why and it doesn't matter why, but nobody goes in or out past the double doors", she continued pointlessly gesturing at the door behind Callie. "You check on your own patients, and then you come back and see if there's any others in NICU. We don't have a lot of hands on deck", the commanded noting for the first time that the selection of people in front of her, was it. This was the floor's current staff. A feeling of instant dread flooded her as she tried to swallow it back she said with a slightly warning, "And people. Do not alarm the makers of the tiny humans. They will eat you alive."
The second she finished speaking, the staff before her moved to put her plan into action. She'd missed being head of department. Turning to Callie who was still standing with a look of complete boredom and annoyance on her face she said, "I really thought that was a joke". A mirthless laugh fell from the Latina's lips, "Sick joke". Sure her ears were deceiving her Arizona responded, "Excuse me?" Looking just as annoyed as ever, Callie shot back, "Uhh, nothing" She was seriously fed up of Callie doing this. This was the kinder thing she did before Africa. If only she'd told the blond her feelings towards the move, they wouldn't be in this situation. So she decided she wasn't going to stand for this crap again, and Callie was going to say whatever it was that was on her mind. Sighing in disbelieve the blonde said, "What? What, you can't be stuck on the same floor as me? That's a hardship for you?" Pushing off the station bench she sent a glower at Arizona, and just before she turned to leave, the angry Latina shot back, "Uh, yeah. Frankly, it is". Okay, that hurt. Hurt didn't even describe the stabbing sensation that seemed to go straight her heart, and the fog of confusion clouding her mind. She didn't know completely what she was going to do, but she did know she wasn't going to let Callie Torres' hard-headedness stop her from talking. Today was going to be a day that was worthwhile.