Season Seven: Rebooted 19/22
Title: Season Seven: Rebooted
Author: 8030baxley
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: R
Disclaimer: All characters mentioned are the intellectual property of Shonda Rhimes/ABC/Disney Co. They are being used for fun and not profit.
Chapter Nineteen
“Green,” Callie argued as her head rested in Arizona's lap in the middle of Cristina Yang's old bedroom. It was empty now, save for Callie's "dream crib" and a few other baby items they had picked up.
“Yellow,” the blonde said as she pulled her fingers through her wife's shorter locks.
The brunette looked up, “I love you, really. But, no.”
“Yellow.”
“Green, Arizona.”
“Yel-low, Calliope.”
“I let you paint my, our...our badass living room yellow,” Callie pouted. “It used to be so beautiful in there. Now it feels like we're living on the sun.”
“Two words,” Arizona put her pointer and index fingers up and hovered over her wife's face. “Montana Knight. It's going to be yellow.”
“You can't use that argument forever, Arizona,” Callie objected.
“I can and I will. Yellow. Our baby can live on the sun with us. We'll be happy and shiny people.”
***
Calliope Torres was in a bad mood. Not just a regular 'Arizona won't let me have coffee' bad mood, this was a really, really bad mood.
“Torres,” she heard Mark say as he approached.
“Leave me alone.”
“Damn, Gina,” he jerked backwards. “What's your problem?”
“I'm pregnant. I'm nauseous. I'm getting fatter by the second and my wife, who is beautiful and lovely, is also driving me crazy.”
“She drives me crazy, too,” Mark patted her back.
“Step off my wife, bitch!” Callie snapped.
In response to Mark's desperate look of fear, she took a deep breath. “Sorry, Mark. I'm in a bad mood.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “What did Robbins do?”
“I want to paint the nursery green. She wants to paint the nursery yellow. Even after I let her paint my...our... I said our, apartment yellow. My once amazingly badass apartment looks like a fluffy duck exploded in it. And that's okay, because she's my wife and yellow makes her happy. But, more yellow?”
“Hm,” he said, stroking his beard. “Maybe I can help you with that problem.”
She assessed the man carefully. “How?”
“Meet me tonight in my apartment. Tell no one. Bring no one,” he whispered while looking around to make sure nobody was eavesdropping. “Especially that perky rolling crazy wife of yours.”
Callie automatically punched him for the dig at Arizona and then remembered he was helping and apologized. “Sorry.”
“It's okay, I understand,” Mark said trying to catch his breath. “Tell no one, Torres. This could be the break you're looking for.”
***
Callie knocked on Mark's door at exactly 7:30 pm, the time that agreed upon in code by text message earlier that day. And later confirmed by a series of lines and dashes on a note left in her locker.
When the door opened to reveal Cristina Yang, Callie was confused and maybe a little frightened.
"Come in!" Cristina pulled on her arm.
"Wha-?"
"No questions."
“This is weird,” the brunette said. “What in the hell are you doing here?”
"What part of no questions is confusing?"
"I may be pregnant, but I'll still boot your ass."
"Oh settle down, Mama Bear," Yang dismissed the threat. "I'm here to help."
"Help with what?"
Yang stuck her head into the hallway and looked both ways. “Are you alone?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” Yang shut the door and locked it. “Coast is clear.”
Mark popped up from behind his kitchen counter wearing a ski mask, “Do you have any listening devices?”
“Yes, Mark,” Callie said sarcastically. “I'm wearing a wire, jack ass.”
“Your wife was raised by a highly decorated Marine, Torres,” Mark said seriously. “She's capable of nearly anything.”
“You're talking about the same woman who wears Cheer Bear pajamas.”
“Exactly, capable of anything.”
Callie told the man and gestured to his covered face. “Are we robbing somebody? I'm not in the mood for any burglarizing today.”
"Oh," Mark pulled off his ski mask. "That was in case Arizona was tailing you."
"You said tell no one, bring no one," she huffed. "Why is Yang here?"
She looked over the young resident who was busy typing away on Mark's laptop.
“Because she's the genius behind the operation.”
“Behind what operation?” This was getting tedious.
“The operation that gets you a green nursery, Torres.”
“Bring her over,” Yang called to Mark. “Slowly.”
The man guided Callie over to the computer. “This,” he pointed, “is what we wanted to show you.”
The pregnant woman squinted a little at the fuzziness. Youtube, okay. Then she saw it. Her wife and five Japanese teenagers laughing. The shot panned to Arizona and zoomed in. “Maji?” the blonde said, her hair as tall as the Midtown Tower. “You found it?” Callie asked in wonder.
“I knew one day you would need this to survive,” Mark said valiantly. “So I had to find it. I got Yang to help.”
“It's not because I'm Asian,” Yang said just in case there was any implication.
“No,” the man shook his head and placed his hand on Yang's shoulder in some strange show of reverence. “Because she's the most devious, determined, twisted person I know. The only one I could trust with such a daunting task.”
“You and Baby Torres,” Yang said as she gripped Callie's forearm tightly, “will enjoy a green nursery, so help me God.”
***
After watching most of the entire series and having Cristina make her a highlight reel of Montana Knight's most hilarious moments, Callie walked back through her door heavily armed with Japanese sitcom footage. Before she called for her wife, she noticed the faint smell of paint. She opened the door to the nursery and there was Arizona. The room was the exact shade of green she imagined , the color matching the smudges on her wife's face.
“Hey,” the brunette said.
Arizona looked over from her rolling, “Hey, babe. I was hoping to get it done before you got home.”
“Looks great.”
The blonde stood back to admire her work, “Yeah, I like it.”
“Thank you.”
“You wanted green,” Arizona shrugged as she went back to work. Callie had almost gotten the door shut when Arizona said,
“Did you have fun with Sloan and Yang?”
“Huh?” the Ortho surgeon said.
Arizona looked her in the eye. Callie couldn't tell for sure, but there seemed to be a bit of maliciousness there. This time she asked a little louder. “Did you have fun with Sloan and Yang?”
“Uh, sure,” Callie choked over the answer.
“Good,” Arizona nodded sharply and pointed to the wall with a wink. “Midori.”