SORRY, THIS IS SHORT, BUT IS A MUST READ!
NOTE: Wow! People were discussed about Teddison? I though you liked it better than Tim/Teddy. Let me know what you think! You help me write this! I do not think of a complete story and then write it, I think of an idea and share it with you guys, you help shape the story. Let me know what you want.
Oh and in case any of you didn't get this, the base Callie and Tim were on blew up. Like boom. So yeah. Really surprised I got more about Teddison that the fact we don't know if Callie and Tim are alive or not.
Hate cliff hangers? Don't read this one either.
February 5th
"It has now been released to the public that the cause of the explosion on the American base last month was caused by a stove that was left on after making the big dinner for the Christmas celebration. We have fifty confirmed deaths. That has been no news of any survivors. Now, back to Jim with-"
The screen goes black. A blonde wipes her eyes.
"That doesn't mean anything," Mark says softly.
"It's been over a month Mark," Arizona whimpers.
"It doesn't mean that they're dead. There must have been a few hundred on that base, they only said fifty," he points out.
"Do you know what it means when they only find fifty out of hundreds?" Arizona asks with an icy tone.
Blue eyes meet cold ones, sending a chill down Mark's spine.
"It means that the rest of the bodies were so bad that they can't even tell who is who. They are dead. Now, will you please leave?" Arizona asks coldly.
"Robbins," Mark sighs.
"You can take all the knifes and whatever you want, pills or whatever. I'm going to bed. Please lock the door on your way out. Goodnight," with that Arizona turns and go to her bedroom, leaving Mark standing in the living room alone.
Mark sighs before leaving the apartment and going to his.
A few minutes later he returns with a blanket and lays down on the couch.
"Mom?" Arizona asks into the phone.
"Mom, I think that it's time," she explains.
"They haven't said anything about any survivors Mom,"
"That's because the bodies are so bad Mom, they can't figure out whose body is whose,"
"I think we should give everybody a month before we have the funeral,"
"I can get off next month,"
"Yes, there is nothing about her either,"
"Mom, it's been a month,"
"I love her Mom… Well loved her,"
"No you don't need to fly out here Mom, I have friends here for me,"
"Yeah, Teddy's holding it together,"
"I'll tell her to call you,"
"Yeah, I'm sorry. I didn't think about the time,"
"Okay Mom, tell Dad I love him,"
"I love you too,"
Arizona sighs and turns off her phone; she usually leaves it on incase anybody needs anything. The blonde gets up and goes to the closet, pulling out a box that she put together a few weeks ago.
Sitting on the floor she takes out everything in the box.
Setting them in organized piles, a few shirts in one and a huge pile of letters.
Arizona picks one up, a green undershirt. The looks inside, to see whose it is.
TORRES, C.
The blonde bites her bottom lip, blinking back tears. Her mind is a mess, but whose isn't?
"Why?" she whispers.
Simple question, yet there is no answer.
She brings the shirt closer, breathing in the scent. It no longer smells like the Latina, but that isn't the point.
A tear finally falls.
"Why?" she sobs into the shirt, holding onto it for dear life.
The sobs get louder and louder, until there is a knock on her bedroom door.
"Wh… Wh…" the blonde tries to speak, but no words come out.
"I'm coming in," Mark says, pushing the door open.
"I… I ca… I can't…" Arizona tries.
"I know Robbins, I know," Mark soothes, sitting down next behind blonde.
"I can't… Can't… I…"
"I know," Mark shushes again, wrapping his arms around the smaller women and pulling her back into him.
He puts an arm around her waist and pulls her into his lap. She turns and puts her face into his neck.
"I… I just… lo… love her…" she sobs.
"I know. Arizona I know," Mark whispers, holding her closer to him.
"I…"
"Close your eyes blonde. I'll take care of you. Okay Robbins?"
"O… Okay," she sobs, clutching the shirt of her lover, well used to be lover, to her chest.