Fanfic: Famous Last Words Chapter 4
Title: Famous Last Words
Author: AloneInThisBed
Rating: PG
Summary: An alternate ending to the spectacular ending of Grey's Anatomy season 6. Callie and Arizona's story.
Disclaimer: All things Grey's Anatomy belong to ABC and Shonda Rhimes
Note: This is just a short chapter, I'm setting things up for a bigger one later. So bear with me.
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"What's wrong with her?" Was all Arizona could say, she was shocked that Callie didn't know her, it was like they were just meeting again for the very first time. Except Arizona loved Callie, more than anything else in the world, but Callie didn't even know who Arizona was. Hell Callie didn't seem to recognise anyone, not Mark, not Derek. She just sat there in bed looking confused and bewildered at the fact that all these strangers knew her name.
"It seems she has dissociative amnesia, probably caused by the trauma of the shooting. She has a repressed memory, her psychological defence mechanism is blocking out the events, and it seems to have blocked out the memory of us too." Derek explained to Mark and Arizona outside of the room. "I don't know how much she remembers, or whether it will even come back, but I think it would help her if we talked to her, talk to her about how you know her, it might jog her memory, just be careful about what you say," Arizona and Mark nodded.
At that moment Derek's pager went and he ran off down the hallway, leaving Mark and Arizona to handle things. Tears threatened to spill over Arizona's eyes as the realisation that her girlfriend didn't love her anymore sunk in. Mark wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug. "Hey, now don't cry," he said softly. "Callie loves you, I know she does, it just might take some time for her to remember how amazing you are."
"And what if she doesn't? What if I've been completely erased from her memory? Then what?" Arizona sobbed.
"Then make her fall for you again, she loves you Arizona. I've never seen her look at anyone the way she looks at you. If you two are meant to be together then things will work themselves out, trust me." Marks words were soothing, and Arizona pulled away from the hug, wiped her eyes and nodded.
"You're right, I'll make her remember," and with that Arizona went back into Callie's room and sat back down at the edge of her bed.
"Hi, Callie," Arizona said sitting down, "I know this is difficult for you, so I'm going to take things slow, ok?"
Callie nodded, but however still looked slightly confused. "So I know you?"
"Yeah, yeah you know me," Arizona paused, "We're... Um, we're friends, I work here at the hospital with you." She had decided that even though it killed her, it was probably best that Callie didn't wake up to find a complete stranger telling her that she was her girlfriend.
"Oh, ok, and what about him?" Callie pointed to Mark, who had just appeared in the doorway. "Is he supposed to be my boyfriend or something?" She chuckled and Arizona shot Mark an awkward glance. Callie's face then dropped as though she had just been hit around the head with a memory. "No wait, George, oh my God, I remember, George O'Malley, my husband!"
Arizona said nothing, she just got up and stormed out of the room, with Mark following closely behind. He grabbed her arm and swung her around so they were facing.
"Hey, what was all that about?!" He asked angrily. "Cut her some slack, she has been in a coma for over a month!"
"I can't do this Mark!" Arizona yelled back, "She remembers George. George O'Malley, the guy she ran away with and married in Vegas, the guy who cheated on her with Izzie Stevens, and she doesn't remember me! Now I'd be ok with that, but George is dead, I can't be the one to tell her 'Oh hey, your husband is dead, he got squashed by a bus, but don't worry, you're a lesbian now and you're dating me,'"
"Arizona she needs you," Mark argued.
"No, I'm sorry, but I can't do this. I've sat by her bed everyday for over a month, and she doesn't even know I exist. I'm done. I'm going home. Now let me go." Mark paused for a second then loosened his grip on her arm, and she pulled away then turned and hurried off down the hallway.
A defeated Mark dragged himself back into Callie's room.
"Um... Mark is it?" Callie asked, "Can you get George for me?"
Author: AloneInThisBed
Rating: PG
Summary: An alternate ending to the spectacular ending of Grey's Anatomy season 6. Callie and Arizona's story.
Disclaimer: All things Grey's Anatomy belong to ABC and Shonda Rhimes
Note: This is just a short chapter, I'm setting things up for a bigger one later. So bear with me.
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"What's wrong with her?" Was all Arizona could say, she was shocked that Callie didn't know her, it was like they were just meeting again for the very first time. Except Arizona loved Callie, more than anything else in the world, but Callie didn't even know who Arizona was. Hell Callie didn't seem to recognise anyone, not Mark, not Derek. She just sat there in bed looking confused and bewildered at the fact that all these strangers knew her name.
"It seems she has dissociative amnesia, probably caused by the trauma of the shooting. She has a repressed memory, her psychological defence mechanism is blocking out the events, and it seems to have blocked out the memory of us too." Derek explained to Mark and Arizona outside of the room. "I don't know how much she remembers, or whether it will even come back, but I think it would help her if we talked to her, talk to her about how you know her, it might jog her memory, just be careful about what you say," Arizona and Mark nodded.
At that moment Derek's pager went and he ran off down the hallway, leaving Mark and Arizona to handle things. Tears threatened to spill over Arizona's eyes as the realisation that her girlfriend didn't love her anymore sunk in. Mark wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug. "Hey, now don't cry," he said softly. "Callie loves you, I know she does, it just might take some time for her to remember how amazing you are."
"And what if she doesn't? What if I've been completely erased from her memory? Then what?" Arizona sobbed.
"Then make her fall for you again, she loves you Arizona. I've never seen her look at anyone the way she looks at you. If you two are meant to be together then things will work themselves out, trust me." Marks words were soothing, and Arizona pulled away from the hug, wiped her eyes and nodded.
"You're right, I'll make her remember," and with that Arizona went back into Callie's room and sat back down at the edge of her bed.
"Hi, Callie," Arizona said sitting down, "I know this is difficult for you, so I'm going to take things slow, ok?"
Callie nodded, but however still looked slightly confused. "So I know you?"
"Yeah, yeah you know me," Arizona paused, "We're... Um, we're friends, I work here at the hospital with you." She had decided that even though it killed her, it was probably best that Callie didn't wake up to find a complete stranger telling her that she was her girlfriend.
"Oh, ok, and what about him?" Callie pointed to Mark, who had just appeared in the doorway. "Is he supposed to be my boyfriend or something?" She chuckled and Arizona shot Mark an awkward glance. Callie's face then dropped as though she had just been hit around the head with a memory. "No wait, George, oh my God, I remember, George O'Malley, my husband!"
Arizona said nothing, she just got up and stormed out of the room, with Mark following closely behind. He grabbed her arm and swung her around so they were facing.
"Hey, what was all that about?!" He asked angrily. "Cut her some slack, she has been in a coma for over a month!"
"I can't do this Mark!" Arizona yelled back, "She remembers George. George O'Malley, the guy she ran away with and married in Vegas, the guy who cheated on her with Izzie Stevens, and she doesn't remember me! Now I'd be ok with that, but George is dead, I can't be the one to tell her 'Oh hey, your husband is dead, he got squashed by a bus, but don't worry, you're a lesbian now and you're dating me,'"
"Arizona she needs you," Mark argued.
"No, I'm sorry, but I can't do this. I've sat by her bed everyday for over a month, and she doesn't even know I exist. I'm done. I'm going home. Now let me go." Mark paused for a second then loosened his grip on her arm, and she pulled away then turned and hurried off down the hallway.
A defeated Mark dragged himself back into Callie's room.
"Um... Mark is it?" Callie asked, "Can you get George for me?"