Again, Grey's Anatomy clearly belongs to Shonda Rhimes, I am not Shonda; I just wish I was.
Callie looked at Arizona, what she was feeling she had kept locked inside of her for three long years. Nothing and she knew that not a single thing could unlock the feelings of love, romance, and happiness. And they all came flooding back at once, it was like the dam had finally broken and the water was trying to find the path of least resistance. The Latina knew that she needed to shove a cork back in it before it was too late. Stepping back Callie closed her eyes trying to wake herself up from the dream she wished she was having. "Arizona, we're digging up three years' worth of feelings. This isn't something that is going to happen overnight. Plus I'm engaged. Th-this kiss, it was nothing but an experiment."
Arizona's face went from bright red to pasty white, the once love of her life had breathed love back into her lungs and then sucked it right back out again. "Well, that settles it then doesn't Dr. Torres." With that Arizona left the bathroom that was growing increasingly smaller by second. Arizona wasn't sad, no, this time she was feeling anger. Again, she had laid her heart of the line, only for it to get trampled on. Arizona paid her tab and left Joe's for the Archfield, which was becoming her home. She planned on drinking away the feelings that she no longer wanted to feel. It was over, done with.
A few weeks passed and Callie and Arizona had little interaction. It was best that way and if either needed a consult they'd go for the next best thing. Seattle Grace Mercy West was big enough for the two of them to hide and not have to see each other.
Arizona walked down the hall of the Pediatric Surgery Ward and looked down at her feet. The pain was getting worse with each proceeding day. It was nothing that a stoic Arizona couldn't take. She had been dealing, and she probably needed to see the physical therapist. Arizona kept telling herself she'd go see PT when it got worse, but when it kept getting worse, she didn't go. Going up to PT meant she had to go through Ortho, and going through Ortho meant running the risk of seeing Callie which is something Arizona really didn't want to do. Even though a few weeks had passed, Arizona could still feel Callie's lips against hers, like they were meant to be there. Of course they were meant to be there. Arizona shook her head.
"Hey! Robbins, where have you been hiding?" Teddy asked running up to her. Arizona hadn't seen Teddy for a few days. Arizona smiled sheepishly, "Oh you know, here there, everywhere." The two women laughed, "Listen, Arizona. You need to get out of that hotel. Come stay with me. There is an extra room. I have a bed. You could make your own food. I'm going to be there. It's a home. Did I mention that I'll be there? We used to be best friends. I miss you." Teddy took the blonde into an embrace. Arizona wrapped her arms around the woman who used to be her best friend. There were countless times Arizona wished she had emailed Teddy. But deep down inside Arizona knew that talking to Teddy would only make her want to talk to Callie. Selfishly, Arizona knew that her logic wasn't fair to Teddy who had been there for her.
The blonde looked at Teddy and smiled, "I would be honored to stay with you. I'm working on getting my own place." The two women hugged again. Arizona was glad she at least had Teddy to rely on. Teddy looked at Arizona and grinned, "Well then that is settled. You can move in as soon as you want. Hell, I'd be glad to help you. Are you on call tonight?" Arizona shook her head no. She had been on call the last few nights and tonight was her night off. Suddenly, a pain shot through Arizona's residual limb, the blonde gasped for air. The pain was worse than usual and Arizona almost fainted from it, luckily she had Teddy there to catch her. "Arizona! Are you okay?" Teddy asked. Arizona weakly nodded her head, knowing that she couldn't take the pain anymore. "Can I get a wheelchair please!?" Teddy barked at an intern just moseying down the hall. After hearing the Head of Cardio yelling at her, Heather Brooks grabbed the nearest wheelchair and ran it back to Dr. Altman.
"Thanks Brooks, you're fast on your feet. That's good." Teddy said to the intern. Dr. Brooks smiled goofily and turned to walk away. "We're going to go get this checked out. Luckily for you, I know the most wonderful Orthopedic Surgeon in the world." Arizona went to protest, but she knew that this was something that Teddy wasn't going to let fly. It just wasn't in the Head of Cardio's makeup. The two made their way up to the Orthopedic Wing. "Is Dr. Torres around, Olivia?" The nurse looked up from the chart she was looking at. "No, she's not. Sorry. It's her day off. Can I get Dr. Peterson?" Teddy rolled her eyes. Arizona breathed a sigh of relief. "Can you page her 911? Dr. Robbins is in need of her services." Arizona rolled her eyes, "Teddy, don't. It's her day off. I'm fine with Dr. Peterson. Olivia, page Dr. Peter-" Just as Arizona was about to finish, Teddy interrupted her, "No, Olivia. Page Dr. Torres. Tell her it's an emergency. We'll wait in Room 4320."
Teddy wheeled Arizona into the empty patient room. "Teddy, I don't wanna see her. I don't care how bad the pain is. I'm fine." Teddy scoffed. "Arizona, just give it up. She deals with residual limbs all the time, and it's what she's good at. Just wait." Arizona was feeling the anxiety that came with waiting for Callie. This is what she had been hiding from; it was the leading up to. Once Callie was in the room Arizona knew that she would be able to relax. But until Callie came there was an uncertainty. Was she going to reply to the page even? What would she think when she saw Arizona sitting on the bed? This was a moment of weakness for Arizona. The doubt and shame began to fill her thoughts. For Arizona the room began to spin, the pain was shooting up what was left of her thigh and into her hip. She wished Callie would show up soon.
Callie was listening to some Def Leppard on her iPod in a pair of boy shorts as she was doing her laundry. Her daughter was taking a nap, finally. Some days Sofia was a blessing, and other days she was something else. Callie loved her daughter more than anything else in the entire world. Sofia was her dream. The Latina sang out loud quietly as to not wake up her daughter, "I out of luck, out of love. I got a photograph picture of, Passion killer, you're too much. You're the only one I wanna touch." Callie looked down and pulled an ear bud out of her ear. She thought that she had heard something. Opening the door to her daughter's room, she found her sleeping soundly. Beep Beep Beep. Callie heard the beeping of her pager. Hell no. It was her day off.
The Latina grabbed her pager and saw that she had a 911 page. "REALLY!? Come on. Es un día de mi! Ey caramba. No. No. Chúpalo." Callie rambled off some more Spanish before picking up Everett's socks, not wanting to leave a mess. She was over messes after living with Cristina for so long, Callie had become somewhat of a neat freak. Callie opened Everett's sock draw and placed some socks near the back when she felt the edge something poke her. "Ow," she said. Even though it really didn't hurt it was kind of the automatic response that Callie had. The Latina dug around in the back of the drawer and grabbed what was poking her. It was a letter, she looked at just who it was addressed to; Ms. Calliope I. Torres in handwriting that Callie immediately recognized. Callie didn't have time to read the letter; she needed to be at the hospital. So she it in half and placed it in her back pocket. Grabbing her coat and keys she walked into her daughter's room and picked the sleeping child up. She didn't have time to find a babysitter; luckily the child's father lived right across the hall.
Knocking on Mark's door, Lexie answered it. "Callie, what's up?" the younger Grey asked. "I got a 911 page to the hospital, can you watch her? I'd appreciate it. I'll try not to be too late. Thanks Lex." Callie said as she handed over her sleeping daughter over to the woman. "Adios mija. Te amo." She kissed her daughter on the forehead and ran toward the elevator. The letter in her back pocket was burning a hole right through her jeans. She had so many questions, why hadn't she seen the letter? Why was it in Everett's drawer? Anger rushed through the Latina's veins. Someone was hiding things from her. Someone was going to be in for the fight of their lives later on. But now wasn't the time to worry about secrets.
Callie ran into the hospital, and up to the Ortho Wing Nurse's Station. "Olivia. I was paged 911 where's this "emergency"?" Callie's voice was laced with annoyance. Olivia pointed to the room across from the Nurse's Station. "The blinds are pulled…" Callie said as she walked into the room. "Took you long enough. Jeez." Teddy said as the Latina walked into the room to see Arizona lying on the bed. "Look, Callie you don't have to help me. Just get me Dr. Peterson." Arizona replied. Callie looked confused. "Slow down. Slow down. Why the hell was I paged to this room?" Arizona sighed and moved her lower body off of the bed and rolled up her pants leg showing her prosthesis. "The phantom limb pain made her faint in my arms. Help her. You're the only person I trust." Teddy said.
Arizona gave Teddy the dirtiest look she could muster. "I'm perfectly fine. It doesn't hurt as bad as I thought it did." Callie looked at Arizona for the first time since walking into the room. "Take off your pants." Arizona looked at Callie like she was crazy then down to the floor. There was no way in God she was taking her pants off. Not in front of Callie and sure as hell not in front of Teddy. This was beyond embarrassing for Arizona. She looked weak. "Goddammit Arizona, I said take your pants off. Now." Callie said firmly. Arizona looked up from the ground. "No. Absolutely not. I will not be taking my pants off. Not for you." Tears started to fall from Arizona's face. "Look, I'll go. Arizona. Page me when you and Callie and you are done. We can go home." And with that Teddy left the room.
"Arizona, please take your pants off. I'm an orthopedic surgeon. I can help." Callie said with a little bit more compassion this time. Arizona looked down at the floor, then at her dark blue scrub pants. "Fine." Arizona said annoyed. The blonde started to pull her pants down but struggled getting it over the rest of her prosthesis. Callie took a step forward, "Here let me help." Callie placed her hands on Arizona's pants and the light, innocent touches went straight to Arizona's already heated center. After Callie had Arizona's pants off she went for Arizona's prosthesis. "WOAH. Slow down, what do you think you're doing?" Arizona said as she reached down to grab on to her leg. "I need to take it off. That's why it hurts. Your residual limb needs a rest." Callie whispered.
Callie took off Arizona's prosthesis. Arizona gasped for air as Callie removed it. "There. Now, just let me work my magic. No protesting just for now." Arizona nodded in reply. Callie pressed her hands into the blonde's leg. For the next few moments they sat in comfortable silence. Callie massaged Arizona's leg. To an outsider, it didn't look sensual at all, but to Callie, it was sending heat down to her core. The Latina closed her eyes and really worked her hands into Arizona's thigh. A small moan escaped from Arizona's lips. Obviously the blonde was feeling it too. Callie felt her wetness increase. She wasn't the only one who was feeling concupiscent. "This muscle is really tense. I wanna see you a few times a week until the muscle loosens up. I know it's not ideal. But I can help. I want to help." Callie told the blonde. Arizona knew that it was no good to try and protest.
Callie didn't want to leave the blonde, but she knew that if she stayed history was bound to repeat itself. "So, come see me Friday. I don't care what you're doing, if you're here or not. We're going to work on the pain." Callie told Arizona. Callie helped Arizona put her prosthesis back on and left the room. Arizona felt so much better. Callie's hands had not only loosened up the muscle but she had warmed Arizona's core. The blonde knew that once she got to Teddy's it was straight to the shower. A nice long cold shower was exactly what the doctor ordered. She was going to need them, especially if Callie was going to be touching her on a weekly basis.
Callie made her way down the hall toward the elevator. She had forgotten about the letter until she left the room that Arizona in it. Like someone switched a light on, and her blood was boiling. She was going to kick some ass if she didn't get some explanations from the man that she was going to marry. Callie hadn't even opened the letter. The Latina stepped into the elevator and pulled the envelope out of her back pocket, took a deep breath in, and opened it up. She had no idea what was going to be in store for her. As she read the first few words, tears began to fall from her eyes.
I know that I am probably the last person that you want to hear from, and believe me, if the situation were reversed; I would feel the same way.
Arizona had reached out to her. The woman she loved had really reached out to her. As the Latina read the rest of the letter she felt as though she had betrayed Arizona, for being so irate that she had left her. But the blonde had reached out to her, asked her for help and Callie didn't give it to her. All the feelings of betrayal hurt and loss came back to her. No, no. This couldn't be. Why would Everett do this to her? If he really loved her, how could he hide this from her.
Callie got off of the Elevator and headed into the lobby where she found Mark Sloan standing at the Nurse's Station. "Torres. What's wrong? What's with the tears?" Mark asked her. Callie was barely able to breathe in between the sobs. She passed the letter over to Mark. "S-s-she w-wrote to me. As-sked me f-or help. He-he hi-d it from m-me." Mark gave her a funny look. "Everett?" Callie nodded and the sobs took over her body. The plastic surgeon looked down at the letter and then over at his best friend and ex-friend with benefits. "It looks like I'm about to kick some ass."
AN: I hope that this will suffice. Sorry it took me longer than expected. With Easter and everything my life has been less than ideal. Family can be such a pain in the ass sometimes. Had to throw in some Heather Brooks – love her. My favorite intern hands down. Got my hair cut kinda like hers. Edgy and asymmetrical like. Please continue to review and favorite! I appreciate it.