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: The question you have to ask is …would I shoot one of them?
Author's Note 3: Rather than making you wait, I am posting this chapter into two bits, so this part and the next are both chapter 18! The two main questions you will have will be answered in the second part.
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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 have lost my mind, I wish you could, feel as bad as I do. - It's all your fault by P!nk.
Arizona's POV
Moments. Seconds, minutes. Time stands still in those moments. The moments you realise everything you have, everything that could have been, could end. Pain shot up her arm, but no crimson came to sight, only the nearest wall. When Callie's body had collided with hers she had been propelled side wards into light yellow wall beside them. Turning her head swiftly, she came face to face with the Latina. So close she could smell the sweetness of her breath, feel it dance across her face. Callie was half laid on top of her. It was then it hit her, Callie had seen what she had not, the gun. The Latina had pushed her out of the way. Arizona went to ask, god even check, if Callie was okay, but their nonverbal conversation was cut short, were footfalls coming towards them.
Looking up all Arizona could see was the young man walking with deliberate slowness, aiming the gun straight at them. What caught her eye next though it seemed to take her brain an age to register it, was Alex. He was laid on the floor his whole right arm was one blood red stain. "Oh god", Callie whispered, at the sight of him. His skin was deathly white against the deep red that was spreading, his eyes wide in disbelief looking straight at the two women. But how had Karev been shot?
"Up" the teenager commanded, signalling upwards with the handgun held in his hands. Both women scrambled slightly to do as they were ordered. Flexing her injured hand that had collided with the wall, she believed nothing was broken, despite it hurting like hell. Hopefully it was only a sprain or pulled ligament. Chancing a glance, it seemed that Callie was uninjured too. "Which of you is helping my sister", the boy asked, his voice slightly quivering. Her heart was beating like an African drum, so fast and loud she was surprised the three other people couldn't hear it. Or maybe they could, only over the din that was their own heart beats. "What's her name", Callie managed to say. Hands still shaking slightly, seeing the young man up-close Arizona could see he'd been crying. "Samantha Wright", he said with deliberate slowness. Oh no, no, no, no! Not Rob. She hadn't wanted the boy to be dead, but she didn't want this. He had been the shooter. "I...I am", Arizona croaked, stepping forward slightly, her brain and heart screaming at her to remain silent. She felt Callie's fingertip graze her hand, as if to grab it, she pulled it away so Robert wouldn't see, and she stood her ground.
"He said", Robert nodded his head in the direction of the bleeding man, without taking his eyes off either women or lowering the gun. "That she needs an operation", he continued, his jaw tight and his teeth clenched. Arizona could feel her own panic building inside of her, while adrenaline pumped its way through her veins, but it was nothing to the fear she could feel radiating from the woman behind her. Taking a deep breathe Arizona tried as hard as she could to remain calm, her good hand balled into a tight fist in her coat pocket. She could feel her own shortened fingernails biting into her fleshy palm, concentrating on that feeling and not the gun pointing straight them or Alex who was laid bleeding on the floor. "She does. She had a bullet…" Arizona was explaining and at the mention of bullets Rob's hands shook slightly, and the blonde heard Callie's small almost inaudible whimper, causing her own chest to tighten. She had to remain calm. "In her upper arm and upper leg. A surgeon was on their way to take her down to operate, just before the lock down", Arizona continued.
"You could do it", the young shooter said, sounding both threatening and pleading at the same time. Her heart seemed slow, but its beat vibrated throughout her whole chest, she hadn't wanted to do it. God please don't make me do it. "I was going to assist. It can't be done here", the blonde hesitated. "You do it", the boy pleaded. Just for a moment she saw a scared little boy pleading with her to save his sister. That image was erased quickly as the barrel of the gun came painfully back into vision. "You have to fix her; you have to make her better. I never meant to hurt her!" Rob shouted at her, pleading to her understand. She wished she could feel sorry for him, maybe somewhere deep down she did, but fear was so much stronger motivator for her response, "Of course you didn't. One of the ORs should be set up, I could take her there". She felt Callie move forward, Arizona couldn't help the mental plea for her to keep quiet, but Rob saw the move. "Who are you?" the teenage boy hissed at Callie, aiming the small gun right at her.
"Doctor Torres", the Latina said, stepping out from behind Arizona, before she could be blocked. "Are you a surgeon?" the teenager asked. Before Callie had time to breathe, never mind respond Arizona said, "No. She just works on this floor with the children". She felt the unease, confusion and uncertain radiate off the taller woman next to her. "So she can't help Sam", the boy asked his deadpan tone flooded the blonde's body with anxiety. "No", she said in barely a whisper. The finger on the trigger twitched slightly before Arizona could blurt out, "She can help the children though on this floor. They need a doctor, especially those that were at school today". His feet were unmoving, planted to the ground, but his torso span towards Arizona, turning the gun on her once again, "I didn't meant to shoot those kids. He wouldn't listen!" Arizona gulped down the constant fear and terror that seemed to be infested her body like a cancer. "I never said you did, but they need a doctor. They need Doctor Torres to help them. I will help Sam, while she helps them, okay?" Arizona reasoned in what she hoped was a convincing voice, pleading with any higher beings to pull though for her. Robert seemed to stand with the metal weapon aimed on her for several seconds, though it seemed like minutes before he gave a small nod. Taking a shaking breath before continuing Arizona said, "I need to get Sam ready for surgery. Only two people can be in the room to get her ready, with her equipment. You…" Taking a slightly shaky breath before she continued, "Have your hands full. Could Doctor Torres help me get her ready? Shouldn't take more than a few minutes, and then she could go and see the other kids?" She knew this was a load of lies, and hoped Robert had never been in a hospital before for an operation, because if had he would know she was lying. "Be as quick as you can", the boy said, slightly raising the weapon in his hand.
Both women moved instantly towards the room that held Samantha Wright. The anxiety and fear seemed to roll off the pair of them in waves, though she could sense that the woman rushing next to her was angry too. Callie got to the room first, quickly followed by Arizona, who was thankful she'd lowered the blinds to give the young girl privacy. Sam was asleep, though ghostly white, more red spotting appeared since she'd last been in this room. The only indicator of life was the heat monitor mapping out the irregular heat beats. "What the hell are you doing?" Callie hissed a whisper the second the door closed. Arizona walked the small distance to the left side of Sam's bed, while Callie mirrored her action on the right, never releasing her from eye contact. The blonde was struggling to breathe never mind thinking, her hands came to rest in balls on the bed's surface. A motion that Callie also mimicked. "There are only children here, Callie I need to get him away from them. This is the only way", Arizona whispered back. The Ortho surgeon's eyes widened, "You said yourself you could only do some of it. Arizona he could kill you!"
"I know. Teddy might still be there" was all the blonde could reply. She saw the tears the moment they formed in Callie eyes, and wanted so badly to wipe them away. "I want to help", was the Latina's firm reply. "No!" Arizona said a little too loudly, causing both women to turn their heads and stare at the door. But no one walked through it. "I can't do what I need to, if I'm worrying about you getting hurt", Arizona started before looking back into the dark brown eyes. "And you think I can", was the sad and broken reply that made her heart fall. Once again the dark soulful eyes penetrated her and she wished they were anywhere but here.
"Please. You stay here", Arizona whispered, wanting Callie, no needing Callie to understand. She saw the woman's face fall, along with a few tears, and realised she'd just repeated what she'd said in the airport a little less than three months ago. "I'll come back", the blonde breathed back. Callie sniffed, and rubbed the back of her sleeve across her tear strained face, before placing it back on its resting place on the white linen. "You can't make that promise. You don't know", Callie's voice was laced with emotions, but threatening to get loud enough that the teenage boy with a gun stood just in the hallway would hear. "Yes I can", Arizona said with more determination that she felt, knowing that if she didn't Callie would never let her leave. It really was déjà all over again.
Callie gave her a sceptical look, but before she could speak she said, "We aren't over. I still have so many things I want to say to you, do with you. We aren't over Calliope, so yes I can make that promise". She saw the slightly shake that threatened the Latina's body, as she tried to keep her emotions at bay. "I promise, I'll come back for you", Arizona said one more time. There was a noise that could only be described as a whimper sound from Callie's side. The sleeve came back up and wiped away the tears that had fallen from their prison. "I love you", Callie whispered. Looking straight into the face of the woman she loved, she knew the Latina was telling to the truth. There had been moments, seconds, minutes, hours even over these last three weeks where Arizona doubted she'd ever hear those words again. Hearing them did nothing for the resolve she was trying to keep, trying to keep Callie here. Keep her save. "I love you", Arizona breathed back, wanting Callie to know she was saying it because she meant it, not because she'd said it first.
A small, almost undetectable smile played with the corners of the raven haired woman's mouth, but her eyes were full of sorrow, lose and fear. It didn't matter what Arizona said, both knew how this could end. The blonde unclipped the bed's brakes on her side, once again an action mirrored by Callie. "Keep an eye on Alex", Arizona asked, receiving a nod. Sam's door opened with a bang as it hit off the wall behind it. All three women jumped slightly, as the noise it seemed had wakened Samantha to her surroundings.
Rob was stood, gun aimed, clearly wondering what was takeing them so long. Then his eyes fell on his sister, who was so ghostly white and broken looking, it was hard to believe how she was still breathing. "Oh shit", the teenage boy whispered. Taking advantage of the boy's distraction Arizona pushed the bed forward, momentarily feeling the resistance of Callie's side being unable to move. Once Callie had come to her senses and realised what Arizona was doing however, the bed moved more smoothly.
Once clear of the room, and back into the hallway, Arizona's eyes came to rest on Alex. He was still lying in the same position as he had been minutes before, though now his eyes were closed. Panic flooded her once again, looking for any signs of his chest raising and falling with breath. She saw none, but felt Rob come closer to her from behind. "Let's go" he said, sounding more like a lost child, than a potential murder. She moved forward and felt the bed resist her once again, turning she saw Callie was still holding on to her side. Giving her a small smile, she hoped she could reassure the Latina, and maybe calm the bat size butterflies in her own stomach. Callie gave her a small nod, and let go of the side of the bed, and stepped backwards. Thankful Callie hadn't put up more of a fight, she dragged the bed along side herself, making sure she could see where she was going and keep an eye on Rob. As they reached the double doors she turned to look over her shoulder and saw Callie's sad sparkling eyes looking back at her. She saw the Latina shift her weight as if to come toward her, and gave her a stern look in return, telling her to stay. "I love you" Callie mouthed. As Rob gave her a small push forwards, she smiled back. As they left her ward behind she made a vow to herself that she would do everything in her power to make sure that wasn't the last time she saw the woman she loved.