It's No Sacrifice chapter 3
Post 6x20 fic
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Summary: post 6x20 fic
A/N 1Ok, so…I’m home with a really bad cold. That’s why I’m posting two updates today, and that’s probably why this next one is short and may not be going where some of you (or even I) want. I’m posting it now to see what you think…this was sort of where I wanted to take it from the beginning but the story went somewhere else and I don’t know if it fits anymore. If the story does go this way it is most likely going to get very angsty and dark and difficult . I was also thinking of simply not going there and just keep things angsty but not angsty angsty. :P ok,I’m rambling. I’m blaming it on the cough medicine I’m taking. Lol. Tell me what you think. And I’ll be posting in a few days hopefully.
A/N 2 Thank you for all your comments! I appreciate them so much.
All GA characters are property of Shonda Rhimes no infringement is intended
A MONTH LATER
Finished with her very long shift, a very tired Arizona Robbins walked out onto the street, the light breeze ruffling her hair and making her wish she had put on a sweater or jacket. She briskly walked to her car, while rummaging through her purse to find her keys. A familiar laugh made her look up. Calliope Torres was heading out of her apartment building in full on date mode. Her clothes and makeup were flawless and Arizona couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her. She was wearing a low cut emerald green dress that stopped right above her knees. She had her hair pulled back in a simple yet elegant pony tail. Arizonas’ eyes made their way down the Latinas long, sensuous legs and quickly stopped herself as soon as she realized what she was doing. As she inserted the key into the front door she couldn’t help sneak one last glance back up at her ex-lover. That’s when she saw Linda waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs, flowers in hand. Callie looked completely awed by the woman waiting for her and as soon as she got to her level, the brunette kissed her passionately. Arizona wasn’t surprised by the ache she felt in her heart but she had to admit, things were getting better. Before, she had been living day in and day out with a throbbing consistent pain in her chest she was sure would be the end of her. But now, almost a year after that horrible day when she just had to go all stupid and selfless and let the love of her life go, the pain had quieted down to a dull throb. It was always there, but it was manageable. At least when she wasn’t privy to scenes like the one she was witnessing now.
Her relationship with Callie had also gotten better. They both knew they would never be friends. No, their feelings for each other were much too complicated for them to even try. But they weren’t walking on eggshells anymore and they had actually had a few short conversations. Nothing of transcendence; work, Arizona's family, Callie's new nephew, they had made a silent agreement to not mention girfriends, it was just easier that way. Arizona took a deep breath and as she made her way into the driver's seat, her cell phone rang. It was Eva.
“Hey baby” Arizona answered with a smile.
“Yes, I’m on my way to your place now. Want me to pick up something on the way?” She smiled as she listened to her girlfriend describe a variety of dishes she had cooked up for her.
“Sounds delicious, I’ll go get us some wine then, see you in twenty” With that she hung up. As she turned on the ignition her gaze wondered over to Callie's building, the two women were no longer there. The blonde took a deep breath, while backing away from her parking spot, eager to get home to her girlfriend and a place where she could keep thoughts of Calliope Torres as far from her mind as possible.
A few parking spaces behind Arizona, a man with dark and bloodshot eyes was holding the steering wheel with his two hands like his life depended on it. He was sweating profusely and his breathing turned erratic as he saw the blonde woman drive away.
Patrick Seger had been a quiet man all his life. He was handsome and he made relatively good money. After his wife died of cancer a couple of years ago, he had promised himself he would keep his baby girl, his lifeline, from harms way. He had taken her to this very hospital not one month ago, feeling little Sophie was coming down with the flu. When he had left her in the care of Dr. Arizona Robbins she had been alive. Sophie had smiled up at him while the doctor checked her vitals. The bitch had said that it was probably just the flu but they were going to run some tests just in case. Not two hours later, Arizona had rushed into the room and informed him they had to take Sophie to the OR. Patrick looked at his baby girl then, she seemed just fine; she just had a little fever that’s all. Arizona said something about an interrupted aortic arc, she tried to explain to him that his baby's heart was very weak and that they needed to operate immediately. He had looked into those blue eyes, so much like his Sophie's and he had trusted her. He had kissed the little girl on the forehead and promised her everything would be alright. Three hours later she was dead and with her Patrick's heart soon followed. All he could feel now was rage, an incontrollable rage he thought was impossible to feel without exploding. His baby girl had been everything to him, and now…he had nothing. All because of that bitch!!
Patrick Seger had been a quiet, simple man. A good husband and an even better father. But the man behind the steering wheel was not longer Patrick Seger. And as he put his car into drive, slowly trailing behind Arizona Robbin's new Saab, a lone tear escaped his eye. He was going to make her pay.