A/N Because you were good and reviewed...

"Callie?" A very distinct female voice.

"Arizona." I close my eyes, relief flooding into all my being. She called.

There's a smile in her voice, as she asks me how I am.

"I'm good," I say cheerfully. Now that she called, I'm great. She called, she called, she called, she called! "I have surgery in a few minutes. It should be fun. How are you?"

"I'm absolutely fabulous. What surgery?"

"A man who got his leg basically snapped in half by his garage door. Don't ask me how that happened," I laugh. "It's a pretty gory site."

"Sounds awesome," says Arizona. "What time do you get off work?"

"Around seven, if there are no complications with this surgery."

"Great! I get off at 7:30. Do you want to get a drink at Joe's at about eight?" Her voice is higher than usual, and it's ringing with nerves. I feel my own stomach clench. I think this is a date.

"Um..that sounds great!" It really does. But now I'm nervous as hell. What did I bring to change into after work? I search my mind. Pink top, black jeans. It has a history as the outfit I wore when I kissed Erica Hahn outside of the hospital and started a chain of events that led me to here. The shirt has a little hole in it from the time Erica tried to feel me up and her nail got caught in it. It's small, on the side, so hopefully Arizona won't notice it. I want to look good for her. I want her to like me, and for us to have a relationship that doesn't end for a very long time

Jesus. If I'm looking this ahead into the future, I must really like her. Callie. Snap out of it, you have only known her for a little over a week.

She is hot though. There's something about those blondes.

"Meet me at the front of the hospital at eight, then?" Arizona asks me, bringing me back to now.

"Sure. I'll see you!" I'm excited. Her voice tells me the same, when she reluctantly says good-bye.

All through the surgery, I'm thinking about Alaska and her lips. Her smile is the most adorable thing, with her dimples all over the place. She's conventionally pretty, but in an unconventional way. I like it a lot. I like her a lot.

The surgery goes without any complications, which leaves me with a mere hour to tame my hair and make my face look absolutely gorgeous, while also looking like I didn't do anything to try. I used to have this look down, but since Erica left me, I felt like a change was needed. The bangs get into my face, though, and block my vision. Which sucks. But I'll do something about them. Somehow.

I shower and dry my hair. I didn't bring my straightener, so my hair is just going to be a wild mess of curls like it was when I was with George.

I suddenly realize I'm comparing everything with the past. This needs to stop. I decide that from now on, I'm not looking back. As I brush my hair and accidentally make it frizzier and more full of static, I decide that I'm not Callie-Who-Got-Cheated-On-By-George-O'Malley, or Callie-Who-Cheated-On-Erica-Hahn-And-Got-Left-Alone. I'm Callie, and I've made mistakes, and bad things have happened to me, but that doesn't define me. I'm Callie. I'm glad I'm me. I smile at myself in the mirror because there's no one I'd rather be. Except maybe Brad Pitt, because Angelina Jolie is just HOT.

But you know what?

Right now, I wouldn't even trade my life for Brad Pitt's. Because I'm now in the front lobby of the hospital, and a beautiful blonde is walking towards me now. And I think she's more beautiful than Angelina Jolie, the way she smiles at me.

"You ready to go?" she asks.

"Definitely," I say, looking her up and down. Hot. Oh, so hot.

I brush a piece of hair that's always in her face and she blushes. I want to make her blush more often. Not by embarrassing her, but by making her feel good. She puts her hand on my shoulder, the way Erica used to do—no, no. The way…the Arizona Way. Erica's in my past and it's time for me to stop looking back. She puts her hand on my shoulder in an Arizona way that is familiar and comfortable. We walk out of the hospital and across the street to Joe's side by side. I'm nervous, but I'm okay because I'm me and she's Arizona and I like what we are, or what we could be. We'll just have to see how it goes.