A/N: This is the final chapter that I have prewritten. Enjoy! Going to need some encouragement/ideas to keep going!

Chapter 13

"Cal!" Mark exclaimed with that devious smirk on his face. He remembered Callie vividly, even though the two only had one drunken night together four years ago. The things that woman could do in the bedroom would be permanently etched into the plastic surgeon's mind.

Callie tried to play it cool, but she couldn't find the words to explain to the man what was really going on inside of her brain. He was standing only feet away from his own daughter and he didn't even know it. Her body was tensing and she found it increasingly harder to breathe. Was she having a panic attack?

"Hey, are you okay? You look kinda pale," the woman heard just before seeing whiteness.

Callie's eyes peeled open slightly. The flourescent lighting in the room made her wince. A throbbing pain was running through her skull.

She looked around, trying to remember what exactly had happened. She looked around the room, finding her daughter sat in a chair, swinging her legs wildly. This was a nervous habit that Roe possessed.

"It's okay, Mija. Mommy's okay," Callie mumbled in spanish.

Roe looked up at her mother who had just come back into conciousness. She smiled half-heartedly and slid off of her chair. Callie weakly moved her body off to one side of her stiff mattress, making room for her daughter to slip in beside her.

Just then, Dr. Miranda Bailey stepped into the room, "your iron count was low," she told Callie, looking down at the chart in her arms. A tinge of annoyance could be seen in the small woman's posture and frantic movements with the pen in her hand, "you're anemic."

Dr. Bailey briefly ran through exactly what iron difficient anemia was but was soon interrupted by a knock on the door.

Mark Sloan silently asked the smaller woman to step out, which was replied with sassy body language and a throaty scuff from Dr. Bailey before reluctantly stepping from the room.

Callie turned her attention to Roe, sensitively running her fingers through her velvety hair as she drifted into a peaceful sleep.

A few moments had passed. Dr. Sloan stood only a few feet from the hospital bed. He looked at Callie, how beautiful she looked even after all of those years.

"She's mine, isn't she?" Mark questioned, piercing through Callie's eardrums like a knife.

A rush of adrenoline coursed through her veins. Her heart began to hypertense. Hearing Mark automatically assume that this was his child came as a shock to Calle to say the least. It was almost relieving. At least now, she didn't have to come out and say it herself.

Callie looked up at Mark for a quick second before turning her attention back to Roe, "yeah," she said simply.

"Are you sure?" Mark questioned.

"Yes, Mark. I told you that night that this wasn't something that I normally did. I hadn't been with anyone else before or after," she confessed, trying to whisper but her level of irritation was slowly rising.

"Does she know?" he asked quietly, looking at the small girl curled up against Callie's arm. She was definitely a Sloan.

Callie slipped out from under her daughter and pulled the blanket up to cover her tiny, rested body. She stepped closer to Mark, ushering him to step further back.

"Listen, I'm not asking you to be in Roe's life. I've been doing just fine on my own. Don't think that you are obligated to be here for her," Callie explained.

"But..." Mark was quickly cut off.

"Let me finish," Callie continued, "You are her father and you have every right to be in her life if you want to, but don't come into her life unless you are willing to stay. I can't have her get heartbroken like that. She's already been through enough."

"Of course I want to be in her life, Cal. She's my kid," Just as Mark uttered this sentence, a shadow appeared on the floor beside of them. Callie and Mark followed the darkness to a figure in the doorway. There she stood, defeated and fragile. Callie's eyes widened and her heart fell into the pit of her digestive system.

"Arizo-" Just before Callie could finish uttering that beautiful name, the figure had disappeared.

That evening, Callie returned home, but not for long. She dropped Roe at Addison's home, briefly explaining the situation with Mark. They had made arrangements for the following day to meet up and explain the situation to Roe in the simplest way that a child her age could understand. Callie was slightly hesistant about bringing Mark into the picture. She didn't want her daughter to get her hopes up only to have them crushed.

Tonight, however, she needed to find Arizona. After finding her apartment locked up and seemingly empty, she began feeling defeated. On her way out, she noticed Arizona's car in the parking lot and decided to check in Joe's Bar.

The bell chimed above her as she stepped between the two heavy doors of the small drinking establishment. She looked towards the bar and immediately found the same figure that stood in her doorway at the hospital only a short time earlier. She sat beside a shorter brunette, tugging at the sleeve of her shirt and whispering things in the girl's ear that made the both of them giggle.

Callie took a deep breath, silently coaching herself into not slamming that little snob's head into the mahogany bar top. She put one foot forward, taking in another breath of stale air from the room. The closer the Latina stepped towards the bar, the more intoxicated the blonde seemed. Her flirtatious speech was slurred and her eyes were droopy. If this woman was a stranger to Callie, she'd know to stay away from her. She'd know she was a hot mess.

"Hey, my apartment's only across the way. Do you want to come back to my place?" Arizona mumbled, the words unfinished and broken.

Before she could recieve an answer, the sexy, little brunette she had been working on all night turned her head over her shoulder.

Arizona followed the woman's lead, mirroring her position. When her eyes refocused, they watered at what she was seeing. That addictive caramel skin peeking out at the top of a magenta top. Her face was unreadable but her eyes couldn't deny that they were screaming for help.

"Arizona..." Callie breathed the woman's name, sending chills up and down the blonde's shaky arms. Arizona moved to her unsteady feet, feeling the need to flee but realising that this would be more of a challenge than she first expected.

Somehow, she made it to the door quickly, falling out of it and taking to the sidewalk for the first time in hours. She had been binge drinking a lot the past couple of days, but tonight, Arizona had hit rock bottom.

Behind her, she heard the door chime, signaling someone's exit. She knew that it was Callie. Even in her drunken state, she could feel her body calming gradually from her presence.

Callie watched as Arizona turned to face her. Tears rushed down the blonde woman's face, one of the most heart-wrenching sights she'd ever witnessed. Callie had completely broken this poor girl. Something she promised herself and her best friend that she couldn't even think of doing.

Suddenly, Arizona pushed forward, a touch of sobriety coming into her body as she slammed Callie against the wall.

"I hate you," she cried, pinning Callie down. She noticed the fear in those dark brown eyes but she ignored it, "I hate you! Ever since you came into my life, I've been a complete mess."

Arizona stepped back,scrunching up her tear-streaked face and motioning to her own body, "look at me! Look at what you've done to me. I'm so broken."

Callie was afraid to move. She even tried to back up closer to the wall for her own safety. Arizona's words hurt, but she almost felt like she deserved this, every bit of it.

Arizona's next move caused the brunette to wince. The blonde gripped at the lapels of Callie's jacket. Their fiery eyes connected, "i hate you," she said once more.

The Latina honestly though that the Peds surgeon would become violent, but instead, their lips crashed together. The kiss was sloppy and tasted bitter, but Callie could feel the raw emotion being released into it. The blonde slipped her tongue between Callie's parted lips, but quickly pulled out, wrapping her arms around Callie and sobbing into her shoulder, "but I love you."

Callie half carried, half walked the blonde back to her apartment, tending to Arizona's purse to fish for her keys and let the two of them in. Callie stripped down the half-concious petite and slipped her between her sheets. Callie took it upon herself to sleep on the couch. She still wanted to talk to the blonde once she sobered up, but didn't want to overstep her boundaries by sleeping beside her.

Callie tossed and turned until the sun came up. She couldn't bare to rest, looking back at the harshly truthful words the blonde had spoken only hours before. Everyone always says the truth comes out when you're drunk, but did Arizona mean what she said? Did she really love Callie? These questions needed to be answered soon before Callie drives herself completely mad.

"Calliope?" a sleepy voice chimed quietly from behind her. Callie couldn't help but smile.

It was the first in many mornings that she'd heard her name spoken in such a loving and gentle way. Maybe it was too soon. Maybe they wouldn't work out, but Callie knew since the first time she had heard the name 'Arizona Robbins' that she loved her, too.