"My head," whined the trauma surgeon.

"I feel sick," grumbled the paediatric surgeon.

"Someone turn off the sun," groaned the… well, Teddy wasn't quite sure what she was at that moment in time. She was pretty sure she was some sort of surgeon and-

-oh my GOD did I tell them about Owen!?

Ah, the jump scare prompted her, she was a cardiothoracic surgeon. Nice.

Amelia looked at the three extremely hungover medical professionals(!) in front of her, all in various slumped positions at the nurse's station. April's head was propped up in her hands, elbows sturdied against the surface. Alex was leant back on a swivel chair, taking care not to start spinning. Teddy? Teddy's head was laying on the frigid surface, she wasn't sure how she was keeping herself upright, but she was, like a champ. Much to Amelia's surprise, Meredith and Cristina were completely fine after the mammoth drinking session the night before. Years of experience, I guess. "You all did this to yourselves, no sympathy. Bad, bad attendings. You're lucky you haven't got anything scheduled, but if an emergency comes in, you're gonna be thankful for Hunt, Robbins and Yang."

Meredith's response was chipper. "No one's as thankful to Dr Hunt as Dr Altman."

Teddy mumbled into the cool plastic. "Kill me now."

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Arizona ached, a lot, her body had been given a thorough seeing to last night/this morning. Funnily enough, she had zero complaints. Last night's revelations, discussions and admissions had set her free, she felt light, happy, perky. It reaffirmed that things should not be left unsaid, if they fester, or sit there for an inordinate amount of time, the regret will eat you alive. She was also well aware of her own insecurities; it was for this very reason she found herself here again.

"Hi, what can I get you?"

"Hi erm, I'm not sure if you remember me-"

"I remember you. What can I get for you this morning?"

"Can you give me five minutes of your time to explain?"

"Arizona, what do you want from the menu?"

It was like the twilight zone.

She leant in, she was genuinely remorseful at how she had dismissed Michelle upon Callie's arrival at the hospital that night, and she needed to tell her. "Please, please Michelle, just five minutes, I feel horrible for what I said, you didn't deserve it. If I can just explain or-"

A raised hand stopped her in her tracks. "Five minutes, I'll see if someone can cover me. Meet me outside round the corner, I don't need my colleagues see this."

See what? Tears? Punches?! Great. Super.

"Thank you, I'll see you in a bit."

Arizona was pacing. It had been weeks since her first attempt at an apology and she'd let it slip by the wayside. After who knows how long she was approached by a very somber looking barista, arms folded, waiting. The blonde stopped in her tracks; she took a breath. "I'm gonna try and be quick, you deserve an explanation, an apology, but I'm sure you don't need all the gory details…" (because last night's shenanigans were certainly too explicit for a Wednesday morning) "…Callie was- is- no- was my wife, is now my… erm, well, we haven't put a label on it. We have two friends, well to be honest they're more Callie's friends, Cristina especially, and they're what they refer to as each other's 'person' and I guess-"

"I thought you said you were going to be quick?"

Focus Robbins!

"Right, sorry, so erm, that night you saw me, Callie had been beaten up by a…" erugh "…date. She came to the hospital and I just, we just… we're us. That doesn't help you, and to be honest now we're here I'm not sure what I'm trying to achieve but ultimately - I said you didn't matter, and that was wrong, I was so, so wrong to say that. Because it's not true, you're an amazing woman, attractive, funny, and you'll make someone very happy one day. Maybe in another life it would be me but, I never fell out of love with someone else, and seeing her that day, it brought it all back. I just hope you can forgive me and don't let my thoughtless words make you think any less of yourself." Arizona had inadvertently projected her own 'not being good enough' fears, how many times has that been covered lately? The thought she could do that to someone else… made her feel lowest of the low.

Michelle took the words in, the apology seemed genuine and sometimes you can't really ask for more than that, especially when they weren't going to pursue a relationship. "I was hurt yeah; we had flirted for a while and then when we had the chance to go on a date, and then to ditch me in your place of work… essentially telling me I wasn't good enough…" she trailed off.

Well crap, if Arizona didn't know that feeling all to well, her gut twinged at those words. "I am so, so sorry if I ruined your confidence Michelle, you're not nothing (ouch, horrible, horrible flashbacks), you're great, and I hope you find someone who deserves you."

She took pause, there wasn't much else to say. "Thank you, Arizona, for everything you said, I appreciate it. I wish you all the best with you and your ex-wife." With that, she simply left.

Arizona stood there, letting out a deep breath, it wasn't perfect, but she told her truth. As long as she hadn't broken Michelle to the point of disrepair, she'll take it.

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Ouch, ah, argh, frick, OW, christ- ARGH- walking is hard- and my SHOULDER. Arizona bit down frickin' hard. Worth it though, I mean oh my GOD the way she-

"You limping Torres? Do I need to get another x-ray? Put you back on desk duty?"

Crap, Bailey. Callie turned and leant against a secured gurney outside the ER, where she had just been for a consult. "WHAT? No, no I'm fine, I slept funny is all, I'm fine, no cracked ribs, full functionality." She knew a night of Arizona's pleasuring would result in this. "Please don't take away my surgeries."

The childlike tone would have been funny if it wasn't the genuine plea, she ignored it, other topics took precedent. "Listen, the Seahawks and Mariners are here, they're in the second-floor boardroom with Catherine Avery, you're pulled from non-emergent surgeries and consults for the foreseeable, offers have been made for your services, and people want it sorted out as soon as possible."

Callie's eyes widened. "Errr…" CRAP. SHE HAD COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN THAT WAS TODAY! How the hell had she forgotten about this meeting?! Well, I suppose when you've just had your brains fucked out the night before… Her panic was evident judging from the concerned face of the Chief in front of her. "I mean yeah, that's cool, I'm cool. I mean I'm kinda nervous, I know Catherine wants the income-"

"-and the Chief wants her damn pig-headed, bad ass goddess performing her amazing innovative surgeries and research in this fantastic god-damn teaching hospital where she did her residency, lumbered me with chief resident paperwork, decided to nearly die on an operating table and built cartilage, like a god." Bailey took pause and slightly shifted her head, no one saw her mini-rant, phew. "But you don't see me complaining. Now go, but if you think you're leaving this place Torres…"

…wait, what? Back up, what the hell was that comment?! "How am I pig-headed?"

Because of your apparent delay in 'officially' winning back blonde hair, blue eyes & dimples. "Haven't got time to explain. I'm the Chief, I can-"

Sigh. "-do what you want."

"And say what I want. Second-floor boardroom, go."

It was going to be a slow walk.

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One and two and whooooosh… stop. One and two and WHOOOOOOSH… stop. One and two and- aha! There's her target; all hostile on the outside but gooey on the inside. She took a couple of steps and pushed off on her heelies, rolling towards her protégé, coming to a well-timed, expertly executed halt in front of him. The whooooosh of rolling wheels momentarily ceasing. "Hey Karev, need me on peds today? Nothing scheduled for foetal and Herman's off having blind sex somewhere. I'm completeeeely free, allllll yooours." She twirled around on the spot and leant in. "You're my guy you know that? You're awesome." Dimples.

He barely registered her words, focus not deviating from the screen in front of him, but he did catch the tone and childlike antics. He pulled his phone from his lab coat and made a mental note. "Okay so it's… Wednesday the 10th, boom, another win, Yang's so toast." Suddenly his hangover partially lifted, the bucks were surely his.

"I'm sorry what?"

He turned to face her, rolling his eyes as if to say 'you know very well what'. "You had sex, with Torres, either last night, this morning, probably both." She went to deny the accusations but was instantly cut off. "Dude, it's all over your face, I can see it in your eyes, hear it in your annoying voice and your dimples are so deep someone might break their ass falling down them. I've seen your post-sex face, both with and without Callie-" That comment resulted in a smack round the back of the head. "Hey woah chill, calm down, boss. They're different is all. When you're with Callie you glide, you're in love. When you did it was nurses when you first started, you were smug, but indifferent. Don't worry, your secrets safe with me, it's you who's at risk of revealing it."

"For your information, Dr Karev, you don't know what you're talking about-" she squinted, wait, what did he say? "What do you mean 'Yang is toast'?"

Crap, if he let it slip now, everything would be void. He turned on the charm, well as much as a nervous Karev could. She had threatened him with violence when she found out he'd slept with her girlfriend long before she even joined SGMW, when she finds out about this… "No reason, erm, I have a case in three if you can assist?"

She snatched the chart, eyes remaining locked onto his. "I'll figure all this out you know, and when I do, stay away from building sites." She stormed off, straightening her newly purchased turtleneck as she went.

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This time Callie was the one pacing, she wasn't being asked to give a speech or talk in front of a crowd, but the topic of conversation was quite monumental. She needed support, but judging from the board she checked as she passed, the only person she wanted was going to be in surgery with Alex very shortly. She couldn't keep them waiting any longer, and besides, she could say no, right? It wouldn't go down well… but if they all wanted some of her, she was worth fighting for, right? Right?!

Oh god I'm gonna hurl.

She pulled herself together, like the grown up, head of department she was, took a deep breath and knocked on the door. She didn't wait for a response before she entered, because that was bad ass. "Hi Dr Avery…" She looked at the two men, their haircuts costing more than a small island's budget. She knew their names, she knew their names, she knew their names… Ah! Todd & Gary. Boom. "…Todd, Gary, nice to meet you again."

"Dr Torres, come sit down. And please, it's Catherine."