Disclaimer: This is an AU. I do not own any of the characters from Grey's Anatomy, I just bend them at my will.

AN: Please review. Reviews get me motivated, I really enjoyed writing this chapter. Please let me know what you think, if I should keep going with my story or stop because it sucks!

AN2: And as always… If you have any requests you would like to see in this story please let me know, I will take each and every one of them into consideration.

AN3: I'd also like to give a great big thinks to my Beta, Calzonaheart

Chapter 2

Callie's POV

Dusk was starting to set in. The sun was just about to set over the mountain top, making the river look shimmer, like silver glitter.

I noticed, after my little afternoon nap I had in my lounge chair. My arms and legs were a little red from the sun. I rub on some Aloe to ease the burn. Being a Latina, with my skin tone, by morning my skin should be a lovely golden brown.

I notice across the road someone has set up camp. 'Great, that's all I need. Some guy camping next to me. Knowing I'm here alone, I'm going to have to keep my guard up the whole time. So much for relaxing', I grumble.

I'm kind of disappointed. I really would have enjoyed being here alone at least for a day or two.

My stomach growling, breaks me outta my slight disappointment. I go about getting my wood I collected after setting up camp, ready for a nice camp fire. 10 minutes later I have a roaring fire and I'm about to roast some hot dog weenies. Growing up we never had a camp fire without roasting weenies and marshmallows. "Damnit, why didn't I bring the graham crackers and chocolate bars", I say out loud.

As I begin placing my dinner on the roasting stick I hear, "Son of a..." Standing up I catch a glimpse of blonde hair at the camp across from me.

Arizona's POV

I feel myself coming into consciousness. 'Wait...this isn't my bed. Where am I?', Getting up from my lounger, I remember I'm at the river. I must have been too relaxed. It's very hard for me to fall asleep anywhere, but my bed. Yeah, I really needed this getaway.

Dusk has started to set making for a beautiful sky. I notice I've got a little sun on my pail skin. 'Yeah, 3 weeks of this, and I will have an amazing tan' I think to myself.

I quickly start a fire. I'm for sure gonna be up a while tonight after that unexpected nap.

I walk to the cooler to get my dinner started. 'Mmm..nothing like roasted weenies on a fire' I think to myself. "Damnit" I say out loud. Please tell me I put the weenies in the cooler at home. I search the ice box and come up empty. 'What am I going to do? I only brought hot dog stuff for dinner. Well I thought I brought the stuff anyway.'

Coming here I try to bring the bare minimum, Quick fixings is what I call it. Thinking I would have pop tarts or dry cereal for breakfast, and roasted weenies at night, that's all the food I brought.

What happened to less is more. I guess I'll have to make a trip out tomorrow. 'Damnit, I hate leaving once I get here... Oooh, I have stuff for s'mores, looks like that's gonna be dinner.' I find the graham crackers and chocolate bars and continue to search for my marshmallows.

"Son of a ….Mother," I look down to see what just sliced my finger opened. 'Found the roasting fork' I think to myself. How the hell did that thing slice a finger open.

Turning, I move in search for some napkins to hold pressure on my finger to stop the bleeding.

"Damnit that hurts." Of course I can't find any napkins. I use a shirt seeing I have no other choice at the moment. I quickly clean up my finger and inspect the cut. "Yeah… that's definitely going to need stitches".

I walk to my jeep and go to the glove box to pull my suture kit out to stitch my finger up. 'Damn, I forgot I took that kit out last week'. There is only one thing left I can think of and I don't have the supplies. I begin to walk across the road at the camp site next to me. Praying they have what I need.

That's when I see her. Her Raven hair blowing in the slight breeze of the river. She's looking right towards me. My breathe catches. I stop and just stare, my mouth slightly agape. 'Wow She has to be the most beautiful women I've ever laid my blue eyes on. Close your mouth you moron, your staring'.

General POV

'That sounded like a cry of pain', Callie thought to herself. She looked up and notice a blonde walking her way holding her left hand to her stomach. 'Is that blood?'.

"Oh My God, what happened? Are.. Are you okay?", Callie said when she notice the blonde going her way.

The light haired women suddenly stops in her tracks. Blue eyes finally meet the brown's gaze. 'Wow, those eyes…. damnit snap out of it', the blonde thought to herself. Shaking her head to clear her mind.

Callie rushes up to the bleeding women and grabs her forearm to inspect the hand. "Ohh good lord, what did you do? That is a terrible gash. Here, come sit, let me take a look at it." She tells her leading the injured women to her lounger.

Arizona take a good look at the Raven haired women, she couldn't help but stare at the strangers plump lips. 'Oh what I could do to those lips…..focus Robbins'.

"Yeah…yea..no, I...I'm fine. I…Uh, I was just coming over to see if your husband had a fishing hook and line?". she answer.

'Please God let her tell me she doesn't have a husband or boyfriend for that matter. If only she was here alone like myself. Yeah right, you wish, not in a million years', the blonde thought to herself.

"I just need to throw a few stitches and I'll be good as new. I had my suture kit in my glove box, but just so happened, I had to use it on the next door neighbors kid last week after he got hit in the head with a baseball…".

'She's rambling', the Latina thought. With a silent chuckle to herself, 'its cute. wait, she must be a nurse or a doctor, right? What other reason would a random person have a suture kit in her car?'

"…crazy, you'd never think a round object like a baseball could gash someone's head open like that…" the blonde continued.

"No."

'No?', the blonde thought.

"No to the husband or no to the fish hook and line?", Arizona asked.

'Oh crap, tell me I did NOT just say that out loud? Smooth Robbins, what the hell is wrong with you? Get yourself together! What has come over you.'

"I…I'm sorry, I…".

Chuckling, the Latina says "No, to the fishing hook and line…. also just to throw it out there, no to the husband also. I'm here alone." Slowly stepping back as she spoke her last sentence. Pointing over her shoulder to her Jeep, she says, "I've got my suture kit in my Glove compartment. I'm just gonna run and get it, don't move."

'Don't move? What the hell Torres, like she's really gonna just up and walk away with a gapping wound', she berated herself as she retrieved the kit.

Placing the suture kit on the table next to the chair, the brown eyed women began to clean up the wound. Noticing the blonde's grimacing face, she said, "It's going to hurt like a bitch, I have no numbing medicine with me", she states.

Taking her bottom lip between her teeth the fairer skinned just nods. "I can take it."

After cleaning up the infected area Callie readies the wound for stitching. Looking up at her she says "ready?", Arizona nods.

Throwing the first stitch the blonde whimpers in pain. Looking up, Callie notices tears beginning to well up in the blondes eyes. She feels a nagging pain in her chest. 'Why do I feel like this?, Making this women cry out in pain is physically hurting me?, This has never happened before.' She thought.

Having to take her mind off of what she was feeling, "How did you do this?" she asks.

'Yeah…that's not helping matters' she thought to herself.

"I was looking for my marshmallows, to make some s'mores…"

'God', the Raven haired women thought, 'I love her voice'.

"…seeing as I somehow forgot to pack my cooler with the most important food item on any camping trip."

"Weenies", they said laughing in unison.

"Moving stuff around in the container, I forgot about the traveling roasting stick I placed in the box, and the fork of it sliced my finger open.. and from the looks of it, weenies wasn't the only thing that's at home setting. I can't find the marshmallows. Looks like I'll be eating chocolate for dinner. My mother would be so proud." The blonde snickered.

"Nonsense, I was just about to roast some, when I heard you cry out. I've got plenty, my uh…my friend was coming up with me until his mom fell ill. So I'm here by myself, I've got way more than enough food. Plus I brought marshmallows." the Latina stated with a breathtaking smile and a raise of her perfectly shaped eyebrow.

'His', with that one word the blondes heart dropped. 'Of course she's taken you moron. This raven haired beauty is hot. Like really sexy, almost dirty hot. And…I'm hot for her…'.

"There, Finished." Callie stated wiping the wound down with an Antibiotic and placing a bandage over it and standing up. Pulling the blonde from her thoughts, Callie spoke, "Now, what do you say we have some dinner?".

"Oh..no..no I can't impose", Arizona shyly said.

Callie looked at her, "Please, join me. I promise, I have plenty." Holding out her hand to help Arizona stand, she smiled wildly.

Taking the offered hand. Arizona felt a tingling sensation all the way to her core, butterflies were starting to flutter in her stomach. She felt herself being drawn to the dark haired goddess. 'Her goddess...wait.. what?'.

Picking up the roasting stick up from the table where Callie had placed it earlier, she held it over the fire. "If you don't mind can you grab the buns and mustard that are in the back seat of my jeep?"

"Back seat, Got it", the Blonde Stated. Retrieving the desired goods, she returned and came to stand next to the other women.

"Thanks for stitching up my hand. You don't know how much I appreciate it." The blonde said.

"My pleasure", Callie smiled, sneaking a glance at the gorgeous, blue eyed blonde, 'Why am I feeling such a pull to this women. Wait...I've stitched her up and I don't even know her name. I feel myself getting very nervous'.

"I'm sorry, I'm being rude, My name Is Calliope." "Calliope…", Callie mouthed to herself. 'Did I just really tell her my name was Calliope? Seriously Torres get it together', she thought. Shaking her head she corrects herself.

"Calliope?" The blonde tasted the name with her mouth. "Beautiful".

"No, sorry, my name is Callie. Well it is Calliope, but only my father and Abuela call me that".

Looking up at Callie, she says, "Well, Calliope, I'm Arizona, and I'm very pleased to meet you."

'Wow, I love how my name just rolled off her lips', Callie thought. Looking into her blue eyes she smiled, "Its very nice to meet you too Arizona."

A few moments pass without a word and Callie begins to giggle. Arizona shyly looks over to the giggling brunette and says, "What's so funny?"

"Callie and Arizona!" Callie stated. Arizona scrunched up her brows in confusing, not understanding what was so funny about that.

"Come on, you don't get it? Callie and Arizona, sounds like were named after states", Callie said. "Oh God, Please tell me you weren't named after a state? If so I'm a huge ass laughing at this." Callies smile fades as she takes in the seriousness look of the Blonde. "Oh god, you were named after the state, weren't you? I'm so sorry. I..I'm not laughing at you or anything.. Damint.. I'm sorry. Just please… can we forget I said anything?".

'Damn, she's hot when she's rambling. Those lips, God, I could mold myself to them', Arizona thought.

"Gotcha".

Callie's eyes squint in confusion. "Gotcha?"

"Relax Calliope, I'm not named after the state".

"Oh, thank god, I didn't want to come across as an ass."

"You could never come across as an ass Calliope". Arizona said. But you do have a beautiful, tight ass if I may say so myself, she thought.

"So why don't we enjoy our hot dogs and you tell me what your named after then?" Callie suggests.