Arizona drifted in and out of sleep, covered in nothing but a torn shirt and an arm that was draped over her waist. She prepared to bolt, the idea of waking up to another body had her shuddering in panic until the body next to her groaned, pulling her in tighter. She turned in its embrace to see maybe for the first time a peaceful Callie. With a soft smile at the image, Arizona lightly traced her hand across Callie's hairline. Love had never meant much to the blonde, but right now she found that for the first time she wished she could stay here forever, and if their lives weren't as messy as they were outside of this room, maybe she could. A shrill tone broke the moment, and Arizona raced to grab her phone before it woke Callie up. Sneaking out from under her arm, she let the t-shirt fall down past her waist, as she made her way to the living room.

"Hello," she started.

"How do you know Calliope?" the same voice asked.

Arizona's eyes bolted to Callie's closed doors, "We're coworkers, not even ones that get along…that well."

"Why?"

"I uh ran into her the first time we met like full-on body slammed her, which didn't help considering her girlfriend hated me from a previous case."

"So, my daughter hates you, but you don't hate her?"

"No, it's complicated. I'm not sure how she feels, and her life is pretty confusing, but I could never hate her," Arizona affirmed, knowing that no matter what she couldn't bring herself to hate Calliope.

"Why do you defend her?"

"I don't…she needs someone that will have her back. From what I've heard and seen, she overcompensates, and I don't think any of her relationships have ever had her back."

"Tell me more about your family," he probed for more, and Arizona gave it to him. She dusted off Callie's couch tissues and sat down, telling this man who had hurt Callie so much every piece of her childhood, pieces about the fights she'd get into, the heartbreaks, the importance of her brother.

"Would you ever get married?" he asked again, and she choked as Callie walked out of her room in a tiny pair of shorts and an equally tattered shirt.

"To the right person, yeah…"she muttered, staring at Callie who was currently making a pot of coffee. The call ended once again just as abruptly as it started.

"Who were you talking to?" Callie started.

"Um, nobody important." Arizona tried brushing it off, but Callie seemed annoyed at the answer.

"You stayed?" She also asked, and Arizona couldn't help but think damn this family and their invasive questioning.

"Of course." Arizona answered, "You look really pretty," she added, and Callie blushed. Arizona wasn't sure what was acceptable behavior, so she fidgeted on the stool, watching Callie move around the kitchen.

"I have to go to the hospital today, so um you can't stay long." She turned with a spatula in her hand.

"Yeah, yeah no worries. I'm surprised I haven't been paged yet."

"Sorry, that was kinda sharp, Arizona. I just…I don't know what to do with you." Callied sighed, and Arizona got up to walk behind her.

"You don't have to do anything," Arizona supplied, kissing the back of the cooking brunette's neck while wrapping her hands around her waist to pull her closer. The feeling was too domestic, too real that it had them both pulling back.

—-

Callie stared at her breakfast as Arizona left. She pushed her fork around her plate, ignoring the shrill sound it emitted–if anything she reveled in how its screams drowned out the ones in her head. She slept with Arizona…again, except this time she couldn't excuse it with a half-ass plea that Erica and her were on a break. She couldn't play between the two as the lines continued to blur. Sighing, she grew tired of pushing around the eggs on her plate, opting instead to look in the fridge at the freshly cut watermelon on the shelf. Usually, she would eat the light pieces as she preferred the bitter taste as opposed to the deep red that made her stomach turn from sweetness. For so long, Callie ate the bitter. She stomached down lemons and limes and Erica…she dated bitter too. She dated people that could match her gloom, reveling in the grey. She enjoyed how Erica could meet her emotionally, how they could sulk and decide maybe tonight wasn't a good night or it would be better to just lie down in the hospital then go out. Erica allowed her to feel cold and numb without the force of fake happiness, and right now, Callie felt as numb as ever…or maybe as numb as a cheating orphan should, except Erica didn't meet her this time. She didn't come to the door and sit outside until Callie felt like getting out of bed nor did she hold her to stop the coldness of her nightmares. And Arizona was sweet. She was the red, the tempting sin that threatened to fill her mouth with cavities from kisses. Callie wasn't supposed to digest sweets, but how come Arizona seemed to go down so easy? She was there for every turn, perky smile on and all despite the confusion and anger that harbored in them both. Callie didn't think she could meet the blonde's happiness or her thirst to jump into life…to jump into other people. It was a game Callie learned a long time ago to not get involved in because she always lost. Slamming the refrigerator door shut, she huffed back to the stool, wanting to call her dad. For so long, she was fine with her family living in Miami while she resided in Seattle. She loved the distance and rarely thought about crawling back into her parents' arms…well at least not until her divorce and not until right now when the only thing she longed for was her father's hugs and assurance. She couldn't even eat watermelon anymore without a psychological puzzle forming in her head, and she needed someone to make it stop. Her fingers typed in his numbers, idly. Automatically, they flew over the numbers of the Miami zip code, the rest following suit. Without thinking, she hit the call button, listening to the sounds of ringing, sounds of ringing she expected to hear over and over again, but the beats didn't taunt her. No, they stopped immediately as her father spoke a little too fast.

"Calliope," He started as she shook, hearing her name fall from his lips once again. She wasn't sure she'd ever hear it again so she basked in how the vowels fell from his mouth with care, how he sung her name like she was his treasure. Her head fell, tears streaming down her face as she choked on her own spit, unable to form any words.

"Calliope, are you okay?" He asked in sincerity she didn't know was possible from her father. A week ago, he'd been as cruel as to disown her, to turn and not look back with his one way ticket to Miami, and now…what had changed? Hanging up the phone, she could no longer stomach it…no, not watermelon, not her father, and certainly not Erica or Arizona.

—-

Groaning, Callie walked the short distance to the hospital. Webber made sure she felt comfortable around the hospital and offered his full support, something she didn't know would make her so sad. Callie was also lucky that Arizona had a huge case, so she didn't run into her all day; however, she did have to face her other blonde, who she would be seeing for the first day since her father left.

Calie eyed her across the cafeteria, watching Erica eat with a different woman.

"What do you think she's doing?" Callie asked, chewing on her straw and staring the table down while Mark and Addison followed the eyeline with concerned gazes.

"Um, maybe consult?" they supplied to ease their friend.

"Yeah…a consult. I haven't talked to her in days. She didn't even bother to call me," Callie glared at them again, chewing her straw harder.

"Well, um we were planning to go out tonight to a club a few blocks down. Why don't you come? You can get your mind off the past few days," Addison offered.

"Yeah, we even got Cristina, so it's gonna be wild. C'mon Torres." Mark hastily added, desperate to get Callie out again.

"Is Arizona going?" She asked, and Mark and Addison sighed, annoyed that the two of them still couldn't be around each other.

"Yeah, but…"

"Then I'll go," was all she said with a shrug, causing Mark and Addison to both turn their heads towards each other, but Callie didn't offer any explanation. Instead, her stomach steeled and she thought…maybe she could stomach another meal.

"Speaking of, she's got a crazy surgery right now. I'm gonna head over to watch," Addison spoke, getting up to collect her stuff, but she was paused once again by Callie's agreement.

"Wait up, I'm coming too," Mark whined, following the pair who strided out of the cafeteria–arm in arm.

—-

Without texting her radio silent girlfriend, Callie got ready for the club. She took a few pregame shots with Cristina while getting ready, so currently her heart was pulsing to the same beat as the ceiling fan while she layed in a daze, covered by outfit options.

"Cristina!" She cried out, throwing another shirt down. Her roommate huffed, trying to navigate through the piles of clothing.

"How many clothes do you own?" Cristina asked in wonder, staring at the empty abyss of Callie's closet, no way would Cristina's fit that much.

"Not enough considering I can't find an outfit," she whined again.

"Wow okay Torres, you planning on getting laid again tonight because you're never like this," Cristina commented, but Callie didn't put the pieces together. Instead she shook her head no, but it wasn't a definite answer.

"Okay, okay, you should go with the black leather skirt. It's always a safe bet plus it makes your legs look really good." Cristina offered, giving her honest opinion while also in disblief she was giving outfit advice to someone who out ranked her in the hospital; however, lucky enough for her, it got Torres off her back for the time being.

"Club time ladies," Mark burst in moments later, pulling a bubbly Lexie and a stiff Arizona in the room. Clearly one of the girls had not caught up to everyone else's drink count, and she was seriously paying for it as she stood awkwardly in the same kitchen she watched Callie make breakfast in that morning. She sat on the same stool, fidgeting, and once again, her breath was taken away as Callie left her room.

"You can thank me for that with a cool surgery Robbins," Cristina commented, pouring the blonde a shot while also clocking the girl's current distraction by her roommate. Arizona blushed, not bothering to answer, but instead opting to swallow down the tequila before they all headed down the street, intending to meet Addison there. On the walk, Arizona's steps were deliberate. She was cautious to not bump shoulders or hands with Callie, so she stood in the back, trailing behind the ground. However, this may have not been her best plan because instead her eyes were glued to the same skirt Cristina had commented on and right now, she really did want to thank the intern. God, Arizona sighed, wanting another shot to stop every single thought being about Callie. It was just so hard when the brunette wore boots that hugged up her calves, the same calves that Arizona…yeah, she needed another shot.

"Game time, you all know how it works," Mark cheered as they walked in the door, prompting Addison to start.

"Okay, drink if you were all late, leaving me here to wait," She instructed each of them to drink with a slight glare.

"Take a shot if you agree it was Mark's fault," Lexie supplied, giving a small smile to the red-head, who she surprisingly got along with. Giving a wink back, Addison lifted her glass. By that time, Cristina may have gone too overboard. She felt fine during the walk, grounded by the cold air, but somehow in the club, the force of her shots hit her, mixing sourly with the blinding, flashing lights, which possessed her to talk a little more freely.

"Take a shot if you've had sex this week," Cristina boldly blurted out, sending a funny look to Callie who couldn't pick up on it as Addison interrupted.

"Arizona!"

"Hmm," the blonde looked up, wincing from the warmth of the tequila.

"You said you were on a break," Addison added.

"Yeah, well um. It was just one person." Arizona shrugged her shoulders, hiding her face from her friend's prying eyes.

"Addison, that's not the one to worry about. You should've heard Callie screaming last night."

"What?" the table burst out as Callie rushed out, "I thought you were at the Meredith's."

"Yeah, I came home at 1am, thinking you would've cried yourself to sleep. I missed my bed, wanted a good night's sleep. Well, no to that. I'm surprised Mark didn't hear from across the hall." Mark smiled and nodded, getting ready to high five his friend before he realized Callie claimed she hadn't seen Erica for days.

"Wait but…" he started, drawing his eyebrows closer together, but Arizona cut him off.

"Take a shot if you rocked a surgery today. Oh wait, just me," Arizona supplied, rushing whatever words she could out of her mouth to stop the questions, the looks. She had gotten enough probing from Callie's dad that she couldn't take anymore secret conversations. Arizona wasn't meant to be a vault of secrets and destruction…no, she was supposed to be a ray of sunshine, but recently her hidden moments with Callie seemed to cloud her perception. She forced her eyes down, which may have been the worst plan humanely possibly because Callie was sitting down next to her, skirt riding up to reveal a bruise on her inner thigh that she knew the origins of all too well. She choked on her drink, eyes glued to the area. When Callie noticed the blonde's silence, she followed her eye line, pushing her leg out even more, which had Arizona's eyes rolling back. She needed another shot already.

"Take a shot if you get jealous in a relationship," Mark supplied, shoving a glass towards Arizona who glared at him, but quickly sent Callie a questioning look as the brunette didn't reach for a glass.

"I don't get jealous." Callie laughed at Arizona's shock.

"You don't get jealous?" Arizona said skeptically, raising her brow and looking at their friends for support.

"She really doesn't," Addison shrugged and Cristina added "I've never witnessed it."

"She's too hot to get jealous, aren't you Torres?" Mark smirked, and Callie winked at the table while Lexie rolled her eyes at their antics.

"Fair," Arizona agreed, looking down again before sending Callie a smile over her glass that sent butterflies to Callie's stomach.

"So you get jealous," Callie asked, leaning a little closer to the blonde.

"It's a green-eyed monster. There's no reasoning with it," Arizona supplied, and Callie's smile grew. They wanted to stay staring at each other, in a pink bubble of flirting but the game was too dangerous as the group was too small, leaving them all to watch from across the booth.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go dance with my girl," Mark got up first, pulling Lexie with him. The rest, including Arizona and Callie, got up to dance, but they quickly dispersed around the floor.

Arizona was swept away by a red-head that looked a little too much like Addison, but it could've been the alcohol talking, so she danced away regardless. Addison found some guy in the back that she had been winking at all night while Callie and Cristina stuck together for the night. The two jumped around each other in good fun–Nothing serious but some light hip bumps and spins. Cristina grabbed Callie's hands, bringing theirs together to throw in the air.

"You know, I'm glad you came out. I missed this," Cristina yelled over the music, her mood a little more vulnerable after the drinks, but Callie appreciated the rare chance of sincerity from her roommate. She continued entwining their hands, and while she finally started to come to terms that her family was out of her life, she also felt so bad about treating her work family so poorly. Cristina and Erica had always been like oil and water and seeing Cristina show up for her regardless had Callie's heart lurching.

"I'm sorry," she let the words slip out. They weren't meant to, but Callie couldn't live with the guilt, and her sweet Cristina pulled back asking why.

"Erica's a bitch to you," Callie explained, but Cristina didn't seem fazed. Instead she sighed, realizing the other side to Callie's recent episode.

"She's more of a bitch to you." There it was. Someone had finally ripped the band-aid off of Callie without warning, without countdown, and the pain couldn't have been more shocking. Callie stopped in her tracks mid-spin, and Cristina stopped with her, checking in to make sure Callie wasn't too mad. Quickly, she realized her roomie was mad, really mad, but not because of her words but rather the way Arizona was wrapped around some woman's arms. She watched a hand creep from Arizona's hip to her hair as the woman whispered something in her ear. Watching Arizona let out an awkward laugh, Callie grinded her teeth down.

"I think I just witnessed it." Cristina laughed, referencing their jealousy conversation, but Callie couldn't catch on to what she said.

"Why don't you save her? I want another shot anyway," Cristina offered, unable to watch her friend helplessly turn green.

"Just don't be as loud tonight," she turned with a smile, figuring out exactly who was in their apartment last night with ease, and while Crisitina was afraid for the future of her hearing, at least she wouldn't have to eat breakfast with Hahn ever again.

—-

Callie made her way closer to the two dancing, not bothering to look back for Cristina. Without having to start a conversation, bubbly Arizona pulled Callie in.

"Calllllioooppeee" she sung with such a big smile that it was almost as if someone was pulled Arizona's face apart. Her face split in glee at the presence of Callie, and the brunette didn't know how to process it.

"Hey Arrrrizonnaa" she said loudly above the music, laughing as Arizona's head fell backwards.

"I like your name, Callliiioppeeee," Arizona stressed each sound of the name, saying it over and over again. Hearing her name in a honey-sweet tone threw the surgeon as well, she only ever heard those same letters uttered by her father…her father who uttered them earlier today. She'd always hated her name, but she was starting to think maybe that's because no one had ever given her name justice until now, now when it flowed out of glittery lips.

Unable to answer, Arizona took over the conversation between the two: "dance with me," she forced out, pulling Callie closer to her, the other woman already forgotten to Arizona, but Callie couldn't help but relish in the pissed off face of the red-head as she turned away.

"That's what i was planning on," Callie found her voice.

"I was having fun for a little but you're better—" Arizona explained, letting the two fall into the rhythm.

"yeah no you're dancing with me." Callie muttered, pulling the back of the blonde's hips into hers.

"Just you?" Arizona teased, pretending to find someone else, but Callie pulled her in tighter.

"Only me."

"I thought you didn't get jealous."

"I don't."

"Are you sure because I think I'm going to have bruises from how hard you're holding my hips."

"Oh, I'm so," Callie started, slowly releasing her tight grip, but Arizona quickly caught her stammering off.

"Don't apologize, I like it."

"You're too much," Callie laughed, resuming her position.

"I get that a lot," Arizona teased back, rolling her hips just a little bit harder to meet Callie's.

"way too much" Callie reiterated, but held her position steady, as the music changed. It got faster, and the lights felt a little bolder as well.

Arizona reached back to run her fingers through Callie's hair, pushing her face into her ear where she could feel every single hot breath of Callie.

"Arizona…"

"Are you still mad at me?" she asked softly, not nearly as phased and sweaty as Callie who panted behind her.

"No, no sweetie." Callie let her head fall down onto the blonde's shoulder in shame, feeling bad about how she treated Cristina and feeling bad about how she treated Arizona.

"Don't ever do that to me again," Arizona turned in her arms, forcing their eyes to meet.

"Don't ever leave me waiting on my couch again," she referenced, and Callie could only nod, nod as the lights made her see the flashes of Erica's anger, of her father leaving, of Arizona knocking on her door despite it all. She carried the dirt of cheating. She felt the shame boil in her stomach as she let Arizona press her lips to her neck. She felt the pain in her hands as they traced down a different body than they had from the past year. Arizona took note of Callie's trepidation and tried to consume the guilt out of her.

"Shhh, it's just the music. It doesn't count if we're only dancing," she assured, her speech too slurred to present perfect logic, but Callie let it ease her anyway. Her right hand slid down, fingers finding the edge of Arizona's incredibly short dress, and toying with it before bundling it slightly in her hand. Seamlessly, they moved together. Each song, Callie hiked Arizona's dress up a little higher until the blonde fell back against her, turning to crash their lips together. As Callie began leaning forward, Arizona broke them apart, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the bathroom. Without thought, Callie threw her in a stall, lifting her up hard against a wall. She heard the thump of Arizona's head against the tile, unable to resist kissing down the blonde's neck as Arizona grinded against her, throwing herself between Callie and the wall with high-pitched moans that echoed between them. Her hands searched thighs she was too familiar with already for someone in a relationship, but Callie followed them like a treasure map until a new pirate crashed ashore. Callie's phone beeped insistently, and she adjusted to hold Arizona with one hand while the other grabbed for it to check the name Her eyes widened as Arizona withered, kissing down her neck which stiffened as she eyed Erica's contact. Maybe if her phone didn't reveal contact photos, she could've thrown her phone on the floor and forgotten about it as she drank in Arizona, but something felt too wrong about carrying each one in her hand. Erica gazed up at her, a rare smile across her face from their picnic date in the park as the phone continued to ring while Arizona's eyes were shut, and her mouth fell open.

Fuck, Callie thought.