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Callie's POV

Cristina is the first person other than the chief to know that I joined the army. It's not as if I don't trust her more than I trust Mark. We have a strange bond, she knows when to leave me alone and she knows when to say something. So I'm guessing that my brain thought that she might give me some useful… advice? Or something?

Or maybe that's at least what my brain hoped would happen because she gave me 'a look'. One blank look that had no emotion, well, not that I could read her as well as Meredith, but I'm pretty sure its blank. Sort of?

Then out of nowhere she abruptly gets up, walks to her bedroom and shuts the door.

I wince at the door slamming. After a few minutes of silence, and I was just contemplating drinking the night away with my dear friend Mr. Tequila, when she opens the door with a force and stares at me. Is that angry I see in her eyes now?

"You tried to stop George from joining the army." She barks at me.

"I did."

Yeap, definitely some anger in her eyes.

"You tried to stop George and now you're telling me you joined the army? What the hell Callie!"

"Cristina, I-"

"No!" She snaps. She raises her hands and points at me. "You shut up. Just shut up. I am the one talking now!"

I obediently shut my mouth and allow her to continue. She takes a deep breath to collect herself and starts again.

"You know what, never mind. Join the damn army. Go be a damn hero." She spat at me. I was feeling pretty hurt until then. But her last words put a knife right through my heart.

"Go and get killed."

After Cristina's… whatever it was. I was pulled out of my confusion. I knew that I had made my decision and I had to follow through. Before then, I felt as if I was torn in two. Torn between changing my mind and just staying here and leaving Seattle to join the war.

I was in very deep thought when I felt someone tug at my elbow and drag me into the attending's lounge before I can even say a word.

"What the hell Mark?" I discovered who my momentary captor was when they stopped tugging.

"Tell me what it is you're hiding from everyone. I've gone to everyone and only Yang seemed to know. Why does she know and I don't Callie? When I asked her, she said that you have to tell me yourself. What is so worth hiding that you can't even trust me enough to tell me. Me. Your supposed best friend Callie."

He had folded his arms halfway through and was now staring down on me like some child who stole her sister's lollipop when their parents weren't looking.

"Look Mark, I just-"

"Stop stalling and tell me right now Callie Iphigenia Torres."

Ouch. He meant business when he said my full name. The uncertainty I had before I told Cristina was no longer there. I looked up at Mark and told him what I have been hiding with confidence.

"I joined the army to be an orthopaedic trauma surgeon." The exact same words I had spoken to Cristina.

I could tell that a million things crossed his mind in a very short amount of time. And then he seemed to settle on one emotion. The very same emotion Cristina bared to me when I told her.

"YOU JOINED THE ARMY?"

Anger.

"Keep it down Mark!"

"NO I WILL NOT KEEP IT DOWN! WHAT IS THIS ABOUT? WHY WOULD YOU JOIN THE ARMY? WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT?"

"MARK!"

"NO! I AM NOT KEEPING IT DOWN BECAUSE I CARE. I CARE TOO MUCH ABOUT YOU TO JUST LET YOU DIE THERE."

"I am not going to die Mark."

"Oh yeah? Can you assure me of that? Can you, one hundred percent assure that you will not die? CAN YOU?"

His sudden outburst gave me a small shock, but I managed to say something back.

"You're angry. I get it. I felt the same way when I found out George joined the army. But Mark-"

"Why?" He effectively cuts me off. "Is it because of Arizona?"

"No. This is not about her. This is about me. I want to save lives."

"You can save lives perfectly over here in Seattle."

By the time he finishes his sentence I grow frustrated. I throw my hands up and give him a piece of my mind.

"You are like some stubborn little boy who doesn't know how to give up! I joined the army. I am an adult who can decide to join the army to save lives if she wants. George was supposed to join the army and save lives. George died before he even got to enter the army. So you know what? I joined the army and I don't plan to die until I live to a ripe old age." I take a breath and continue feeling better now that I've let a lot off my chest, "And one more thing. This has nothing to do with Arizona."

I sounded convincing up until I mentioned Arizona. And Mark could tell.

"Don't lie to me damn it."

For a moment, we take a break from arguing. At least I thought we were taking a break until he walked right up to me and shook me hard.

"Don't lie to me and say this has nothing to do with Arizona. It has everything to do with her! Everything!"

"FINE. MAYBE IT DOES. DO YOU ACTUALLY WANT TO KNOW WHY?"

It's now Mark's turn to be a little shocked at my outburst. It shows on his face, but I continue talking.

"Why I can't sleep well at night anymore? Why I can't enjoy cooking anymore? It's because I don't know who I am without her. I don't know who the hell Callie Torres is without Arizona Robbins beside her. She isn't willing to bend for me. And I don't know whether there's something wrong with me or whatever. So maybe I'm being selfish, but I joined the army to save lives and to find out who the hell I am."

I finish my short speech and look at Mark, expecting him to reply. To tell me that its stupid of me to join the army to find myself. But instead, he turns around, wrenches the door open…

"Mark what are you-"

"Callie joined the army everybody!" He turns around and looks at me right in the eye, "She joined the freakin' army!" He stomps off, leaving everyone who heard to stare at me.

Okay. Everyone is now officially mad at me. I was now the hypocrite. The one who joined the army after organising an intervention to stop George from joining the army.

Just as I thought things could not get worse. I see Arizona standing not very far away from where the conversation, or more like argument between Mark and I had taken place.

I refuse to look at her long enough to see what facial expression she is sporting and turn my heels to leave.

Arizona's POV

My Heelys bring me to the nurses station outside the attending's lounge just in time to see most of the nosy nurses and doctors stare into the attending's lounge. The lounge is a lot more sound proof than a patient room or on-call room so everyone seemed to be attempting the lip-read. But I can tell from the body language that they were arguing about something. Just as quickly as I arrive, Mark Sloan comes out of the room. Angry. Yes, I think the appropriate word to use is angry. About what though? My question is answered when he reveals what their conversation is about.

"Callie joined the army everybody! She joined the freakin' army!"

I would be lying if I said I wasn't shocked. I turned my attention to Calliope to see her cover her eyes with her hands before taking them off and shoving them into her lab coat pockets. She then looked straight at me. It was an extremely quick and not so subtle glance, and then she walked off.

My feet automatically moved towards her direction. But my mind stopped them from moving any further.

She's not my girl anymore, I shouldn't follow her.

"I think she needs a friend. Yang has been grumpy all morning. And Sloan just walked out on her. She needs a friend."

I've always heard that Alex was a jerk, but what he just said was something worth listening to. It was thanks to Alex that I bolted to where I knew Calliope was headed to.

I run up the stairs towards the roof as fast as my legs can carry me. I open the door leading to the roof and gasp at the sight before me.

For some strange reason, she had been facing the door. The wind was blowing through her hair and her eyes… her eyes look sorry and maybe a teeny bit defeated? I opened my mouth to say something, but quickly shut it again.

"Are you angry too?" It's almost a whisper, but it's loud enough for me to hear it.

I stall at answering her question. Because honestly, I have no idea what to think. I just knew that Alex was right in saying she needed a friend.

"I thought you might need a friend."

I knew she expected me to say that I wasn't angry. But I couldn't lie and say that I wasn't, is it wrong of me to think she would've come to me to tell me personally instead of finding out at the same time everyone else did?

"I thought I would at least have your support Arizona."

I remain silent. I think she takes it as needing to say more.

"There aren't enough doctors over there. That's what you said. I'm going there to save lives. Why are people trying to stop me from doing that? I totally understand where George is coming from now. I can't believe I was so stupid as to organise an intervention. Stupid, stupid, stupid Callie."

Her rambling has always been cute. But this time, it isn't. What she's rambling on about is serious. I won't deny that I am still madly, deeply and insanely in love with this woman. I don't want her to die. Even if she isn't my girlfriend anymore. I don't want her to die. So I try persuading her the only way I know will be effective. Even if it will most definitely hurt her feelings.

"You panic when placed under intense pressure. You panic when you haven't done or at least seen a procedure done. You have been used to the latest technology in this hospital. That doesn't spell out the most wonderful trauma surgeon to me Callie. Cristina, Mark and everyone else, they're angry because they don't want you to die. They care about you. I care about you. I don't want you to die."

The tears have started falling and I didn't even realise it until my vision started getting blurred by them.

"I love you."

Before I could even think to stop myself, the words had slipped out. Those three words I have been wanting to say since we went our separate ways.

Instead of the 'I love you too' that I was so used to hearing a few months ago in response, she walked right past me without saying anything.

But then she stopped at the door.

With our backs facing each other, "You made your decision Arizona." She sighs. "And I have made mine." I don't miss the icy tone.

Well that sure went wonderfully and go on to mentally slap myself.

Callie's POV

"I for one think you made a good choice Dr. Torres."

"Thank you sir."

The Chief seems to be the only one on my side at the moment. And that makes me feel a little bit better. But only a little… the one person I had actually expected the most support from was just as angry as the rest of my close friends.

Great. Just Great.

This chapter isn't as exciting as the previous one. I just wanted to cover most of the reactions. But I will most definitely be picking up the pace soon!