Out with the Old: Part 8
Title: Out with the old
Author: IAdoreCallie
Pairing: Callie and Arizona
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Arizona's journal as the New Year begins. She and Callie are moving in together.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fiction, nor do I have any rights in regards to them. All images fully credited to their original owner.
Date: February 20th
Time: 5:30pm
I am so mad and yet I am crazy happy all at the same time.
I am a walking contradiction today. I got busted by Callie, coming out of Dr Wyatt's office. It was actually kind of a relief to get caught out so I don't have to sneak around trying to get in to my appointments without Callie noticing. What was amazing was that she didn't ask questions, she just smiled at me, kissed my cheek and went off her her surgery... Callie, not Dr Wyatt. I think I would freak out of Dr Wyatt kissed my cheek. Ick.
Anyways, it was a relief.
I had a crazy case come in today. One of those ones where you have to check every emotion at the door. Even the ones that make you want to fight harder than you ever thought you could. A little girl came in. 4 years old and terrified. She had "Fallen down the stairs" while staying with her grandparents. We see these cases all the time and I am prepared to admit that I, like everyone else assumes that it was the male in the situation who had a hand in the "accident" this time, it turned out that the little girls grandfather was trying to protect his wife, who lost her temper and lashed out. When the police took her away he broke down and begged to be taken instead, his wife would never survive in prison. Thats love. The guy was prepared to go to jail to protect the woman he loved, despite the fact that his grand daughter had been a victim to his wife's temper.
If that was me and Callie, which it wouldn't as we would both die before hurting another person let alone a child, then I wouldn't expect her to cover for me, or vice versa. We love each other, but to go to jail for someone who hurt someone else? That is crazy. Epic crazy.
So after the grandmother got dragged of screaming by the cops I went to look for Callie. The whole thing affected me. Watching the grandmother scream with rage while her husband cried in pain at the parting. It cut deep and I couldn't understand why. The woman was going to get what she deserved right? So why did I feel bad? It made me want to run to Callie, to be in her arms and know we weren't being separated.
I looked in Ortho, on the OR floor, the ER. In the end I gave up because I wanted to make another appointment with Dr Wyatt, so I went up to her offices. Who should I find coming out of there, Callie. For a minute I thought that she was there for something she was going through and I was all broken, thinking I had missed something and not noticed she was having trouble. But the soothing smile she gave me, I instantly knew she had been there because of me.
I looked, according to Callie, like a deer in the headlights. I mean seriously, how can she go in and chit chat about my mental state right? Surely Dr Wyatt can't have told her anything? Dr/patient confidentiality. It means something. At least to me it does. So anyway, Callie strolled over like nothing was wrong and wrapped her arms around me. At the time I didn't think I was being an ass, but I went rigid. It was like having my girlfriend talk about me behind my back to the headmistress at school. Betrayed was a good word for how I felt at the time.
I just turned and walked away. I didn't say a word. I didn't look back. I was upset that she felt the need to check up on me. I'm not a baby.
I walked and kept walking. I could hear her behind me saying "Arizona, c'mon. Arizona...." That was heartbreaking. It was like pleading.
That was about 10am this morning. We had been on a crazy shift. I was meant to get off at noon, Callie was due to finish around 11am. But things always creep up. I buried myself in charts and papers, desperate to avoid seeing her in the halls. I was mad. That kind of mad that you feel when you don't think rationally.
In the end, we both ended up in the lobby at about 2pm. Awkward doesn't cover it. Mark was with her and they both stopped talking when they saw me. He did that pat on the back thing that people do, to psych someone up. Get them ready for battle. She even took a deep breath as she walked towards me. The mood I was in, she needed more than a deep breath.
We got in the car silently, she kept looking at me like she wanted to say something but was too scared she would get her ass handed to her in a baggie. She would have. We got home, all silent. I walked in and occupied my time with Ali. I figured if I played with the puppy it would give me something to do rather than sulk and give her menacing looks. That was until she came in with a bowl of ice cream and waved it under my nose.
I caved. Well sort of. I took the ice cream and didn't share it with her. I always share it with her. Not this time. No, that would be part of her punishment. She sat in silence and looked at me eating. I am such a lightweight when it comes to being mad. It evaporates if I am around the person for more than a few minutes. And when Ali pee'd on Callie's sneakers I folded completely. I was laughing too hard to stay mad. Thats when Calliope went in for the kill. She told me why she went to Wyatt's.
Most people would wait for the thing to blow over completely. Not Calliope. Oh no. She goes in while the wound is raw. I love that about her. Which in this case was probably the worst thing she could have done as apparently her and Dr Wyatt talked about the M word. Marriage. I don't swear, I really don't. But I shouted "WTF" but with the full words. I slipped. What right does that quack have to talk about stuff I have talked to her about!?
Callie said that Dr Wyatt had broached it as a question to Callie about her commitment, but Callie knew it was me that Dr Wyatt was trying to get the info on. I sometimes wish that Callie was an airhead and didn't cotton on to things so fast.
We had a talk. The talk. The marriage talk. So completely unromantic. Callie asked me my feelings on it. Of course I couldn't be all "MARRY ME!" I had to be all "Well whenever you are ready" "I love you. I'm in no rush" That was a lie. But I kept a sheepish look on my face. Callie talked about how she wanted to. But she needed to know the right time. Blah blah. I felt a withering in my chest somewhere as she sounded so clinical about it.
Hold up.... Back at the hospital right now. People in and out of the break room.
Ugh Mark is an ass. Told me that for my birthday he would get me a stripper. I think that is more for his benefit than mine...
Anyway, so we had the talk and I silently seethed inside that Dr Wyatt had screwed me over. We sat on the sofa and watched Ellen. That woman can be so funny and so annoying at the same time. I plotted in my head all the ways I could humiliate Dr Wyatt. Some of which involved glue and chicken feathers. Callie left me on the sofa to go do dishes and feed Ali.
If you had been me, would you have been angry that your girlfriend and your Dr were conspiring? I was torn between anger and resentment that Callie talked to her about it before me.
So I am sitting there on the sofa and Callie starts calling from the kitchen that she is going to kill the dog and can I grab her as Callie wanted her to go out and Ali was refusing. I dragged my butt off the sofa and started to hunt down Ali. Who I found hiding under the sofa in the sun room. After a few minutes using a squeaky toy to lure her out I finally had my hands on her but almost dropped her instantly.
Ok to some people this might sound like the strangest thing ever, but to me it was freaking awesome. If your girlfriend had attached your engagement ring to your puppies collar, how would you react? I made this bizarre sort of squeeee-ing sound and ran, with dog, through to the kitchen. Callie was stood there looking half amused, half unsure. It was the cutest face I have ever seen in my life.
Dammit... I will have to finish this later. I am being paged.