It's Enough Now [7/?]
Title: It’s Enough Now
Author: Trance-Faith
Rating: M
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Disclaimer: I do not own Grey’s. All characters in this story sadly do not belong to me; they’re simply being borrowed for a little while, and then will be returned. This story was not written for profit and no copyright infringements are intended.
Other Parts incase you haven’t read them! -
1. http://community.livejournal.com/callie_arizona/1228932.html
2. http://community.livejournal.com/callie_arizona/1235554.html
3. http://community.livejournal.com/callie_arizona/1238257.html
4. http://community.livejournal.com/callie_arizona/1238491.html
5. http://community.livejournal.com/callie_arizona/1240777.html
6. http://community.livejournal.com/callie_arizona/1241923.html
Author’s Note 1: In terms of Grey’s storyline - this is set after their break up, BUT I altered when they’d broken up, as this is set just before Christmas.
Author's Note 2: I'm sorry! I did warn you - ALSO I had planned only one chapter devoted to this, but found it needed two!
Beta: No beta was used while I wrote this, so all spelling and grammar mistakes are my own.
Reviews: Are much wanted please!
Arizona’s POV
She had been right, or she would have been if the events late into the night hadn’t happened. It was now her, who was woke with the sun blaring through the window, directly in her eyes. Her body was trapped beneath the longer one of Callie’s. Arizona stifled a chuckle as she realised that despite the fact Callie had held her tightly as she’d fallen asleep, she now was laid with almost half her body on top of her smaller frame. The blonde smiled, it was an amazing feeling to wake with her so close, a feeling she’d missed so desperately.
The blonde fought the urge to wake the Latina beauty, but the steady and rhythmic breathing which was tickling Arizona’s throat, allowed her to resist the temptation. Callie was sleeping, and sleeping peacefully. Arizona however became painfully aware of the lack of blood flow in her right arm, the arm which was trapped beneath Callie. She tried to move slightly to at least relief the numbness which was setting in her arm, but disturbed the woman next to her. Thankfully the sleeping woman only moved in closer, releasing her arm. Arizona sighed with a sigh of relief; she could stay here all day, and still want more.
This plan however was faltered within about five minutes, as Cristina walked in. The look on other woman’s face would have been comical if it hadn’t been replaced with a smug smile. Arizona had realised last night they’d been set up by her best friend, and Callie’s roommate, but that smile confirmed her suspicions. As Cristina walked over the room to the kitchen, she made no effort to remain quiet, causing the woman in Arizona’s arms to stir. Callie groggily stretched, pushing herself into the blonde, and made a satisfied noise once the stretch was complete. Callie began to lift her head from Arizona’s shoulder; the PEDs surgeon felt her tense, before she jumped up and ran into the other room, slamming the door behind her.
A low chuckle sounded through the apartment, causing Arizona to turn Cristina, who was making coffee. “Light weight”, was all the younger woman said. Arizona shook her head, she would never cause Callie a light weight, mainly because Callie always managed to drink more than she did. Arizona stretched, pulling all the knots in her muscles free. Something solid connected with her hand, from beneath the pillow. A realisation hit Arizona…it was light. Like really light for December. Flicking the cell open, she was greeted by the same image she had for her wallpaper. Her heart clenched. Despite their separation, they both had them together as their wallpapers. It had in fact been Arizona who had sent Callie the image months ago, weeks before they’d broken up. The blonde gave a sad smile, before remember why she was looking at Callie’s phone. Arizona cursed quietly, before jumping up out of the make shift bed, grabbing the clothes she had left on the kitchen counter, and her purse which was laid beside them. “Tell her I’m sorry, I had to go” she called over her shoulder at the woman, who was stood plainly looking at her as if she had three heads.
Callie’s POV
The raven haired woman’s whole face creased in confusion. Whatever she was lying on, felt odd. Her bottom half was on something hard, and flat, while her top half, her head included was soft, and warm. Then she felt a heartbeat, beating at a different time as her own, and a scent she knew all too well. Arizona. Her eyes fluttered open, shouldn’t decide if the woman beneath her was still sleeping, and refused to move, in case she was. She couldn’t and wouldn’t break this moment. She felt Arizona move her arm, so scooted closer to the warm of her body, pleading with anyone who could hear not to wake this beautiful woman. The movements stopped, Callie smiled into the flesh her face was now so close to, inhaling the scent which was only her love’s. She had dreamt of this moment every night for months, never believing it would happen. She realised Arizona hadn’t said anything after Callie’s outburst. She’d tried so hard to stop the sobs, and had failed. She couldn’t have stop herself throwing her arms around the blonde beautiful, and while Arizona had returned the hug, Callie shouldn’t shift her doubts. If she had let Arizona say whatever she had wanted to last night, it might have broken the moment, broken her.
The Latina knew what was causing the floorboards creak, before her roommate came into sight. Deciding she should stop pretending to sleep, she stretched, “conveniently” pushing herself into the small body beneath hers. A sigh of relief came from the feel of the blonde woman’s body, and as the tension left her muscles. Callie started to lift her head from the shoulder she had been using for a pillow, when a wave of sickness hit her squarely in her stomach. Jumping up, and leaping over the small blonde woman, she ran to the bathroom, making it just in time before emptying the contents of her stomach, which thankfully wasn’t much.
After the feeling passed, she splashed her face with water, noting the water had a slightly grey hint. She hadn’t washed off her make-up last night. Callie giggled slightly, imagining what she must have looked like, to Arizona, as she cried late into the night. As quickly as she could, she brushed her teeth, washed under her arms, applied deodorant, and ran a brush through her hair. She looked presentable.
Taking a deep breathe she exited the bathroom, walking into the living room; she could sense something was wrong. Arizona was no longer laid on the floor, and her stuff was gone. Callie’s phone was laid on top of the mess of sheets; rushing over she flicked her phone open, as her legs gave away causing her to land on the floor, it was clear Arizona had seen her cell. Had she freaked seeing what she had as her background? She heard a noise behind her, spinning around hoping to see the blonde beauty. “She left about ten minutes ago, said she was sorry”, her roommate said with a sad smile, almost full of pity. Callie dropped her head in defeat, she’d just left. “See you later”, Cristina said softly before going off to work.
Callie lay her head on the pillow inches away from her, breathing in deeply the scent of the woman she loved. If she closed her eyes, she could almost pretend she was still in Arizona’s arms. Her eyes shot open, she couldn’t stay here, not alone. It was her day off; she couldn’t remember Arizona saying she was in work today. Flicking her phone open again, she scrolled through her address book until Arizona’s number appeared on the screen. Her thumb hovered over the call button, taking a deep breathe she pressed the button, bringing the cell to her ear. It rang several times, before Arizona’s voice sounded from the phone, Callie went to talk, and realising it was the blonde’s voicemail message. A frustrated noise sounded from deep inside Callie’s chest, as she threw the phone down. Storming out of the apartment, not caring she was still dressed for bed, she banged repeatedly on the door of her best friend. She got no answer, tugging on the door handle, it didn’t budge. She knew this meant he wasn’t in, but it didn’t stop her from banging on the door a few more times, hoping the man had just not heard her. Sighing in frustration, she banged the door with the flat of her hand, before turning and went inside her own apartment.
Arizona’s POV
Rushing out of the apartment, she nearly collided with Mark. “Hey Blondie, rushing away?” he gave her a self-satisfied smile. “Shut up Mark” Arizona shot back, “Can I use your shower? Just Callie is throwing up in their bathroom”, the blonde woman asked, getting in return a quizzical look. “Girls night”, she stated simply, and the taller man nodded in understanding. “Yeah sure, just give it back to me later”, he placed the key into her hand before walking towards the lift, and out of sight.
Quickly she turned the key in the lock, rushing in and closing the door with her foot. Without breaking step she jogged into the bathroom, seeing the clock on the wall, which read half eight. “Damn it”, she cursed under her breathe. Starting to strip as fast she could, she heard a knock on the front door, she froze for a second, looking down at herself. She was not going to answer Mark’s door in just her underwear and bra, so decided to let it go, if they wanted Mark that badly, they’d call back later. Trying to turn the dial on the shower was fine, but no water came out, and wasn’t helped by her pressing every button she could see. “Come on! Work!” she hissed at it, whether to jumping on the person who was still banging on the door, maybe they could help. The knocking soon stopped, she would never get there on time if she had to shower first with this stupid machine which was refusing to work. So she decided just to throw on her clothes. Folding the clothes she’d borrowed from Callie, she left the apartment, debating whether to give them back before she had to leave. Deciding against it, knowing if she went in, she wouldn’t want to leave, she went back into Mark’s, and left the clothes in a pile on the couch, and left hoping she could come up with an excuse good enough to why she was late.
Callie’s POV
Closing the door behind her, she was only greeted by the silence which seemed to hang over the apartment. Leaning on the door for support, she slid down to the floor. Why had the blonde gone without even saying goodbye? Callie had opened up to her, told she didn’t want children, she couldn’t lie and say she wouldn’t have the odd relapse, but the future she saw, had Arizona in it. If she didn’t want kids, they wouldn’t have them. She couldn’t cry anymore, she wouldn’t cry anymore. Or at least, that’s what she told herself. Standing, she grabbed the bedding from the floor, and dumped it on her bedroom floor; she’d deal with it later, and began to get dressed for the day.
Arizona’s POV
Reaching the hospital in twenty minutes from Callie’s apartment, on any other day would have been believed to be plain ridiculous, but the snow made it impossible to go more than five steps, and not fall over. Arizona had fallen over twice. She for once was thankful she hadn’t been wearing her heelies. Half running into the locker room, she nearly ran into Bailey. “Oh sorry Dr Bailey”, Arizona apologised. The smaller woman turned, giving Arizona the once over, “Weren’t you wearing that yesterday?” she asked. “Err…. Yes. I’m about the change, got some clothes in my locker”, the blonde said going over the locker in question.
Mark’s POV
Mark had seen Arizona come in, looking very cold, and he was sure she was wearing the same clothes as yesterday. He opened the locker room door, and saw Bailey and Arizona talking. “Oh thanks for this morning” Arizona smiled, pulling out his key from her jeans pocket, and handing it to him. Bailey looked from the small blonde surgeon, and the tall dark man, “I don’t want to know” was her simple statement, before she left the room. Mark had a dirty grin on his face; “Don’t” was all Arizona said, causing him to laugh out loud. Grabbing some clothes from her locket, Arizona walked off into the other part of the changing room, to he assumed, get changed. Getting his cell from his own locker he began to text Callie, “Looked like a hot date last night! Amazed you let her out of bed!” Bailey re-entered the room, “Are you going to stay in here on phone, or are you going to do your job for once?” she shot at him. Rolling his eyes, he cancelled his text, closed his phone, and threw it into the back of his locker; he could always text Callie later.
Callie’s POV
Once she was dressed, she had begun to tidy the apartment. They’d made a mess last night; she should have known it was her this morning, which would be expected to clean up. She refused to clean her bedroom; she’d deal with those sheets, later. Regardless the amount of times she told herself not to, she kept checking her phone for a missed call or a text from Arizona, but nothing came. She had even attempted to call Arizona’s apartment, but hadn’t got an answer. She was driving herself insane, coming up with plans, ways she could find out where Arizona was. Then it hit her, Mark was at work today, and would have left about the same time Arizona had. Maybe he’d ran into her, maybe she’d told him about some important reason she had, which was making her leave. Leaning on the kitchen counter, she picked her phone up for what felt like the millionth time, and clicked to call Mark’s cell. It just rang, and rang, and rang. If only Mark would set up his voicemail, she could have left him a message. Clicking her cell shut, Callie put her head on the cold counter. She was used to people leaving. She had honest believed Arizona never would hurt like that. Why was it her, that this always happened to? She had an idea to get Arizona back, if it didn’t work, she’d walk away. But she had to try, one last time.