Hey guys, I'm really sorry it took so long for this to be updated! I actually wrote this while watching Grey's…

"Can you tell us more about what happened?"

So it turned out this documentary crew were rather quite annoying. I mean, I get that they just wanted information but they were constantly filming and trying to get in our faces. I'd just found out that Lily's tumour would kill her whether we operated or not and I did not want to be filmed right now.

"We were treating a patient whose appendix had burst when he came in. I told him that there were only children there. Callie stood up and gave him bandages because he'd already been shot. He said thank you and then left and we slammed the door behind him." I said quickly, turning back to my chart.

"And how did you feel during all of this?"

I was quiet for a second. "Terrified. Callie Torres is the love of my life." And that was all I said before I walked off. I still had mixed feelings about this whole thing. Sometimes it seemed like a good idea, but other times it was just people crowding you and bugging you for information.

When I reached my office I decided to look over Lily's charts to see if there was anything I could possibly do, but I kept coming up blank. I was at it for an hour before I opened my e-mail to check it, and gasping when I saw the first in my inbox.

Miss Arizona Danielle Robbins,

We are delighted to inform you that we have reviewed your application thoroughly and have come to the conclusion that yourself will be the winner of the prestigious Carter Maddison grant.

This is a three year placement in the villages of Malawi, as you know, and you will be given unlimited supplies and budget.

Please make sure to confirm this e-mail as soon as possible and await further details.

Yours Sincerely,

Pamela Sturgeon

The Carter Madison Foundation.

I sat there in disbelief for a few seconds, rereading and rereading the e-mail over and over.

I actually won!

This was crazy. Hardly anyone ever one that award and I'd applied for it knowing in the first place that there was a very small chance of me winning it, considering only the great people won that.

But the biggest thing going through my mind was: I can make a difference. These sick children in Africa didn't have much hope left for them and by going there, I could help them. I could change the fact that vaccinations didn't exist for paediatric patients. I could change that.

"Calliopeeeeeeeeeeee!" I sang as I skipped to her office like a five year old running to the ice cream van, waving a freshly printed copy of the e-mail in my hand as I did so. I found her sitting at her desk pouring over the files for the rare arm transplant she was doing tomorrow. Looks like both of us were rock stars!

"Arizooonaaaa!" She replied in the same sing-song tone, spinning her chair around to face me.

"So you know that super cool award, the Carter Madison?" I asked casually, leaning against the desk and running my finger of the photo of her and I that sat on her desk. It was taken at Joe's one night by Teddy while Callie and I danced- we looked so happy.

"I know it." She replied. "And that's relevant because…?" She asked, walking over to me and wrapping her arms around my waist from behind.

"Look!" I exclaimed, handing her the letter. She read through it and as she did her face broke into a big cheesy grin.

"We are delighted to inform you that we have reviewed your application thoroughly and… Oh my God, you won!" She exclaimed, jumping up to hug me tightly, also kissing my passionately. She pulled back and continued to read it, but my heart sunk when her face dropped.

"So you have to move to Africa?" She said, not nearly as enthusiastically as she had been before, and I could tell why. For me to move continent especially at a time like this, when this entire trauma was still fresh, was unprecedented- but what was I supposed to do, turn down the Carter Madison grant?

"Well-yeah." I said awkwardly, not what sure what to say.

"Did you not think of what that would mean for us?" She said, setting the letter down on the table in such a manner that I could clearly tell that she was pissed, which was not a good thing. Callie was a relatively calm person, but if she got pissed of then she wasn't getting over it any time soon.

"Of course I did!" I exclaimed, stepping closer to her. "I can't just turn this down, Calliope."

She was silent for a moment. "No, of course you can't." She muttered before walking out and leaving me standing. I sighed as I picked up the letter, my hands shaking slightly, and reread it, and even given everything that had just happened, I smiled slightly.

"Wow, this is a big thing." Teddy said after letting out a low whistle just after I told her. Her, Callie and I were standing at the coffee cart with the team filming us. Callie hadn't said anything more about the Africa thing, but was putting on a smile and being quite forcefully happy about it, so I guessed she was just trying to cope with it.

The rest of my day went pretty slowly, most of my time spent trying to find a cure for Lilly. This tumour on her trachea was blocking her airway, but if we took it out it would involve removing a large portion of her trachea which we obviously couldn't do.

"Hey." Callie said tiredly as she walked into the room where I was pouring over Lilly's scans and labs and multiple textbooks trying to find a way. She set her coffee down on the table but didn't sit down. "So, did you email the foundation back?"

I nodded. "Yeah." I replied, looking up at her to see that she looked shocked. She did, but I wasn't sure why. I told her I wasn't turning it down, even if I was confused about what it would mean for us. It was a major advancement in my career.

"So you're leaving? Just going to pack up everything and go? Now?" She said, obviously getting straight to the point. I sighed, not sure how to reply to that.

"Not 'just leaving', Calliope." I sighed, running my hands through my hair. "You think I haven't thought about this? You don't think I hate the thought of moving thousands of miles away from you?" I demanded.

"Yeah, it certainly seems that way!" She pretty much shouted back. That hurt. Did she really think that I just wanted to pack up and leave her?

"It isn't Callie!" I said exasperatedly, slamming my hands against the desk. "You know, you're the one who's just throwing your hands up, so maybe you're the one just giving up or-"

"It's not me who's moving to Africa!" She yelled, and I could feel the tears building up in my eyes and threatening to spill over. So that was the attitude she was going to have? She was going to make me out to be the bad person, that I was just ditching her and leaving? Was she going to make me look like that again?

"Moving to Africa, so that I can advance my career and perform surgeries I could never imagine! To help cure dying children who have no hope otherwise!"

"You're a brilliant surgeon, Arizona! That's what you do every day!" She yelled, and I took a deep breath to calm down. I wasn't changing my mind. I was going; all she had to do was decide how she was going to be about it.

"I just appreciate it if you could at least be happy-"

"I thought that were happy!" She exclaimed, and before I got the chance to argue back we were interrupted by Karev, who was followed by the entire camera crew. Callie said something that I didn't quite catch before storming out. I sighed, shaking my head to get rid of this before turning to Karev.

"You have Lilly's charts?" I asked, him taking them from him.

Hour later I was scrubbing into Lilly's surgery, having finally found a way to help her. If we put in a temporary stent to help her breathe, we could take a part of her rib to harvest the cartilage from them so that we could grow a new trachea from a mixture of her own cells, so that we could remove the mass and her current trachea, give her the new one and never have to operate again. Pretty cool, right?

"Just to warn you, Webber's in a really weird mood." Alex warned me as we scrubbed in, glancing to Webber who was already in the OR. With the entire film crew.

"Yeah, I spoke to him earlier. He's acting very… Optimistic." I smiled, causing us both to laugh. More than twice had I heard Webber going on about the 'prosperity' and the 'greatness' of the hospital and its doctors.

After a long day, a successful surgery, a million and one questions from a documentary team (who were gone for another month now) and people asking me about the grant all day, I finally arrived home, dumping my coat and bag unceremoniously on the couch before looking around to find Callie sitting at the island in the kitchen. I wasn't sure what was going to happen, but at least we both came home. That was good sign.

"Hey." I greeted her.

"Hey." She replied vaguely, clearly immersed in what she was doing.

"Watcha doing?" I asked which made her look up. I was confused to see that she looked nervous and she swallowed before speaking.

"Well, I was, uh, trying to book vaccinations for us." She revealed. "I just figured that if we're going to Africa to help people then it would be kinda inconvenient for us to catch deadly diseases."

"Wait a minute. We? Us?"

"Well, yeah." She smiled shyly. "I know you don't believe in long distance relationships, and either do I. So why do it? I could get a job at the Malawi clinic. We could be really happy."

I contemplated it for a minute, a smile growing on my face slowly. Callie was right. I could bet anything that the people at the clinic had a job that needed doing, and we could work together every day and actually be really happy.

"Yeah. That could happen." I smiled. There was no need for us to be thousands of miles apart. "I love you."

"I love you too."