Title: It's All Your Fault
Author: Trance-Faith
Rating: M – suicide and suicidal tendencies. (For this chapter however, I'd say NC-17)
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: Birthday present for NncyL72!
Author's Note 3: I've started back in my third and final year at university, so posting this bit (there more to this chapter!) while I know I'll have time to do so!
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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!
No one cares to talk about it, can we talk about it? – Emergency by Paramore
Arizona's POV
She had woken with a start. She'd been thankful. The dream which she had been awoken from was not a nice one. Her dreams had been filled with Robert Wright, running and gunshots. Unwillingly Arizona had extracting herself from the warmth generated by the two naked women throughout the night. She'd slipped on her night clothes from the evening before, and walked into the living area to see Joanne and Josh fussing over pieces of a blue stoneware bowl. It seemed the bang that had woken her was the bowl smashing, not Robert Wright firing at her. Josh had been so worried his aunt would shout at him for breaking it, exclaiming he was only putting his breakfast bowl in the sink like he did at home. Joanne had then explained when Josh had gone running into the spare room for Danny, that Nikki's sink was lower than the surgeon's, clearly forgetting that Arizona worked with children everyday, as was well aware accidents happened. It was okay, she didn't really like that bowl.
Nikki had been out getting money, while Joanne and Josh were trying to waste the last half an hour they had in Seattle. Arizona had been annoyed no one had woken her, and told the other blonde that she was going to get dressed, and she would take the trio to the airport to see them off. She had told the sleeping Latina the plan and had received a low sleepy grumble, which had told the blonde; Callie was still deep in the land of dreams. It had taken her twenty minutes to get washed, dressed and hair brushed, and as she went back into the bedroom she was greeted by the sight of a very naked sleeping Callie Torres. She had rolled onto her back, one arm raised over her head and the duvet had pooled around her waist.
The blonde couldn't help the disbelieving giggle that fell from her lips; she had almost lost this, all of this. Not just seeing the Latina naked, but the excitement of waking beside her, Callie being the first person she saw when she woke up, and the last person at night. She had nearly lost all chance to see Callie at most vulnerable; her features soft and relaxed with sleep. Though the giggle woke the sleeping woman, and Arizona couldn't have helped herself, she had stared at the stretching body, and took in every freckle.
"You're dressed", Callie had asked, with a slight disappointed scowl, causing Arizona to chuckle. "As I said earlier, I'm driving Nikki, Joanne and Josh to the airport", she explained seeing transparent confusion on the surgeon's face before she leapt out of the bed. Callie had hurriedly scrambled to put on her discarded clothes, nearly falling over in the process. Arizona had said in what she hoped was a concerning manner that Callie could just go back to sleep. What had melted the blonde's heart had been Callie's reply, "I want to say goodbye to Josh!" The ortho surgeon grabbed the little giraffe that had fallen onto the floor at some point without the night, and had showered the small blonde child with lot of cuddles and tickles. Seeing Callie with the little boy had only confirmed that she had made the right decision in having children with her. Also confirming that she was an idiot to actually believe that either of the women could be happy without the other.
The drive was eventless, just the usual banter while Josh who had been sitting on Joanne's knee played with Danny and Timmy. It only hit Arizona as she had given her last round of hugs where they had been standing. She had been stood pretty much on the same spot she had left Callie standing just under three months ago. Except the difference between herself and Callie, as she had known the trio were leaving without her, so she got the chance to say goodbye properly. The tears hadn't fallen until she was back in the car. Little Timmy had been sitting on the passenger seat, obviously left there by Josh. Arizona had nearly lost everything she held dear, through her own pride and sense of responsibility and Callie's vulnerability and hard headedness. They nearly lost each other because of their inability to communicate.
Arizona pulled along side the apartment, where Callie stood dressed in a big warm coat. Once the tears had subsided Arizona had called the Latina, asking her to get their picnic blanket and meet her outside the building. The brunette clicked the door open, moving the small toy from her seat and putting it and the blanket onto the backseat. This drive was quiet. Arizona would occasionally look across at the woman next to her and every time Callie was just staring out of the front window, seemingly lost in thought. The only response or any type of communication the other woman shared with the driver was a grip to her knee, when instead of taking a turning towards the hospital, Arizona went straight ahead. She should have taken the turning, but she couldn't. It would take them right passed the hospital and she wasn't ready for that. The detour was only a few minutes longer.
Parking up in the familiar car park, both women climbed out wordlessly. Once again Callie seemed dazed, and lost in her own thoughts, and then it hit Arizona. Perhaps Callie had realised, much like herself, where she'd just been, and what it had meant. Hooking her purse onto her shoulder, she walked around to Callie's side, taking the blanket; it was laid across her arm. Placing a gentle kiss on the absentminded woman, she saw the vacant look replaced by a breathing taking grin. "Come on", the blonde encouraged before leading the way. It took about two minutes before Callie's arms wrapped themselves around Arizona as they walked. It was a manoeuvre the brunette had perfected and pulled on the PEDs surgeon often, but it always reminded her of the first time they had walked like this. It was their first Christmas together as an "official" couple, and they had walked back from the carol service. The embrace never failed to make the smaller woman feel cherished, loved and protected, though did slightly ruin Callie's badass hardcore persona.
Their haven came into view. Their bench. With a flick she had perfected over the years, Callie's blanket was laid on the ground, and was instantly hopped onto by both women. Looking out at the needle and the Seattle landscape, there was a slight mist hovering across the ground below, clinging to the earth like a mystical land. "So they got away okay?" Callie asked breaking the silence. Turning her head she saw the other woman had been looking at her instead of the scenery. She felt her stomach do a small flip at the thought of that airport before answering, "Yes. Pretty eventless, except it seemed you have gained a nephew". Arizona couldn't help but smile at the confused knotted eyebrows, before answering, "Well apparently, you are just like "Uncle David" and being my girlfriend it means you are now in Josh's words, "Auntie Callipee"". She had said girlfriend on purpose, to gage the Latina's reaction and she saw the glint in the dark eyes, which then developed into a grin at her new title.
"He's a sweet kid, and if he wants to call me that he can. That is if it's okay with his mom…and you", Callie added sounding a looking slightly apprehensive. A smile and nod from Arizona seemed to calm her nerves. "What is it with Robbins calling me Calliope?" Callie asked in a faux tone, through the smile ruined the effect. Flipping on her front, Arizona now had to look up to answer, and with a grin she did so, "Calliope is a beautiful name, and it suits you perfectly". She saw the gradual blush extend from the Latina's neck upwards. She loved making her blush. Once again silence fell over them, enabling Arizona to shred blades of grass up. "I have a question to ask, and I don't know what will be said once I ask it, okay?" Callie asked, her voice sounding quite uncertain. "Okay", Arizona said unable to look up into the Ortho surgeon's eyes, so continued ripping up blades of grass. There was slight pause before Callie spoke again, and when she did she asked, "You and Joanne. You're so…different." Arizona couldn't help the chuckle, as she glanced upwards, "That's not a question". The Latina exhaled deeply before she said, "I just struggle to see how you two can be friends, never mind girlfriends. What happened?"
Not the question she'd been expecting. Couldn't she have asked a smaller, less detailed, less complicated question? She couldn't help the exaggerated sigh, or the slight pop noise she made with her lips as she thought of even how to start that story. It was a complicated story, one which almost span her entire life and it was coven so tightly into her past, she supposed, the beginning was the best and only place to start.