Its a nice day for a white wedding 6/?
TITLE: It’s a nice day for a White Wedding 6/?
AUTHOR: Neolithicdream
PAIRING: Callie & Arizona
RATING: PG 13
SUMMARY: My take on some missing scenes from Ep.7.20 before and during the wedding and maybe after. The title simply comes from the Billy Idol song!
A/N It’s been a struggle but I’m getting there. Just as well I don’t write for Greys - the wedding alone would have taken up 5 episodes!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Calzona or any of the characters mentioned in this fic. They are the property of Shonda Rhimes/ ABC etc... This fic is purely written for enjoyment and without intent or prospect of profit. No copyright infringement intended.
Chapter 1 neolithicdream.livejournal.com/10294.html
Chapter 2 neolithicdream.livejournal.com/10728.html
Chapter 3 neolithicdream.livejournal.com/10927.html
Chapter 4 neolithicdream.livejournal.com/11237.html
Chapter 5 neolithicdream.livejournal.com/11383.html
“Arizona, if you want to scrub out...go ahead...I’ve...we’ve got this?” Teddy smiled.
“No, no...I...there’s plenty time...my Dads schedule is 100% on track...besides I promised Kondo...and Sefu... so I’m here till it’s over.”
“We’ve done the hard stuff...the heart stuff...Sloan’s just here to prettify it!” Go marry your girl!” Cristina said it but didn’t mean it....at least not the ‘we’ part...the rest she meant...almost... because hell this was about Torres after all...not like she was a friend or anything but still.
“I made a promise...if it takes longer Callie will understand...” Arizona paused, thinking just how much her tiny humans from this part of the world had affected her...their... relationship...directly and indirectly... for good and for bad...if it wasn’t for these tiny humans...or ones just like them she might not be about to become a wife...who knows...but certainly she would not be a parent. Nor would the man standing beside her “... she will.”
Mark Sloan stayed silent...partly because he was concentrating on his job... Yang might not get it...to her what kept a human being alive was the heart muscle...to normal humans even arrogant Type A surgeons life was so much more than that... but he stayed silent too because he knew just how much today meant to Arizona Robbins...it had taken a while but he got it...and if she could prioritise the successful completion of a pro bono surgery on a sub Saharan boy over the day she married her one then the least he could do was create a half decent sternum for this boy and do it in time to get her to whatever church Bailey and the Colonel had organised...and on time.
And she waited - till the last stitch was in place; till the Gasman reduced the levels of anaesthesia till normal; till Kondo was wheeled from the OR to the High Dependency Recovery Unit - until she could scrub out with Sloan and Altman.
“What was Bailey doing today, Mark?”
“Huh?” Mark replied in what he hoped was his most nonchalant voice.
“Mark - she came into the OR twice and I’m pretty sure I saw her gesturing at you and Teddy from outside more than once...what’s going on? If it’s anything to do with me and Callie you need to call it off now...my Dad has a schedule...seriously if you mess with the Colonels schedule...” Arizona gulped at the mere thought of the consequences...these guys were civilians ...even Teddy because she was just ex army they couldn’t...wouldn’t understand the dire consequences of messing with a Marines schedule.
“Uhm...gotta go talk to this boy’s brother...” Teddy muttered throwing a look at Sloan as she hastily backed out of the room checking the multitude of messages from Bailey on her Blackberry as she went.
“Sloan!”
Mark just about had time to read the first message on his phone “All systems go...repeat Code White is a go!” while simultaneously thinking that as hot as Robbins was...and she was smokin’...there was just enough of the Colonel in her to make him glad that it was Torres and not him doing the marrying today.
“Mark Anthony Sloan...what is going on?”
“AhFrBrookeswifecarcrashcancellednochurchnoministerbutbaileyandtheColonelandeverythingsfineyoure gettinhitchedchill!” maybe if he said it really quickly she wouldn’t ask any questions.
“M-Mark...no ch...Church...no Fr. Bro...OH GOD Callie! I have to talk to, I have to see...oh GOD Callie my poor girl...she...she won’t...she won’t want to...I need to tell her it’s OK...we don’t have to...is she Oh God Mark is my girl ok?”
If he hadn’t known before...and really he had...he knew then beyond a shadow of a doubt that the Blonde blue eyed woman having a minor panic attack before him...loved his best friend like no other could...would...and he realised that giving his best friend away today to this woman might just be his finest hour. He knew too that his Sofia was a lucky girl to have this woman in her life.
“...do you still want to get married?” he was sure of her answer but he had to ask nonetheless
“Mark Sloan! You don’t get to ask me tha...”
“DO you? Even if it’s not in a church or...” truth be told until he got to read the other 55 messages on his phone from Bailey, the Colonel and the one marked urgent from Torres he had no idea where this wedding was going to be.
“I’d marry her standing in a shark tank wearing bloody scrubs humming the theme from Jaws if that’s what it took, Mark.”
Mark smiled “well you’re Dad is a marine so I guess sharks are in his domain”
“That’s the Coastguard Sloan” she said rolling her eyes and then after a hard swallow “is she ok...I want to talk to her and...”
Sloan scrolled through his blackberry to reach the text from Torres, sent less than two hours ago
Mark, when you scrub out tell her this...these exact words Mark don’t try to improvise because the English language is not your friend! Tell her “Arizona, I love you and you love me and we both love Sofia and nothing else matters and I can’t wait to be your wife. See you at 17.00 hours...sharp (that bit is from your Dad), Calliope”
English language not my friend...huh Torres ...just you wait for my speech ...I may not be a Robbins but I can make a speech you’ll never forget, but he passed the message on verbatim nonetheless.
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“Dr.Bailey...I have to say it’s been an honour serving with you today...medicines gain has been the Corps loss. It would have been an honour and a privilege to have had you on my staff.” Daniel Robbins said sincerely to the small, but formidable woman who, with his assistance ,had in a few short hours found the perfect outdoor venue, rearranged the florist, the photographer, the string quartet, the DJ, the sound and lighting people and the caterers and notified all the guests of the change of venue. She had even thought to text Carlos Torres of the change in venue just in case he persuaded his wife to have a change of heart.
It had all been done with the approval and increasing excitement and joy of one Bride...he just hoped that the other Bride was equally satisfied...seeing that she would almost certainly be the last to know.
“been a pleasure to serve with you too Sir” Miranda Bailey replied with equal sincerity “I’m sure if I had been your Commanding Officer we’d have got along just fine, Sir”
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“All set, my dear?”
“Yes, I think so. Yes” she nodded forcefully.
“Any last minute nerves?”
“No, not now, I’ve loved her for so long...even when I tried to hate her...and I tried really hard...but I”
“Well even if I do say so myself my daughters a hard person to hate” smiled Barbara at her soon to be daughter-in-law
“Impossible actually ... I can’t believe how lucky I am...she’s going to be my wife...she’s so incredible and she’s going to be mine...I mean I know legally it’s not...but in my heart and I think,no,I know, in hers its real”.
Barbara thought back to a phone call a long time ago, more than two years ago. She had heard something different in her daughter’s voice...her normal optimistic tone ever present but something else too “So dear how did your date last night go?” “Yeah it was...good” “Just...good?” “Mom, Don’t....it was really good, OK?” “What’s her name...will there be a second date?” It was a game they played - Barbara would ask questions and Arizona would answer but never give any information away - she’d be lucky if Arizona told her her girlfriends name after a month of dates.
“Her name is Callie...actually Calliope...named after a Greek muse...of music...she’s not Greek...she’s Cuban American, from Miami...she’s really funny...she’s in Ortho...she owns the OR...you should see the way she moves there...she should have been named after a Goddess...and the way she dances...she just has that thing and she’s so,so I mean she’s big - hearted so generous...I don’t mean money wise...well that too we passed this homeless guy and she slipped him fifty bucks but in a way that I wouldn’t see and she’s gorgeous...I mean breathtaking world stop turning gorgeous and...Yeah...it was...good”
Barbara smiled as her thoughts returned to the present. “Oh Callie,dear, she’s been yours, all yours, for a very long time, longer than even she knows and it’s as real as real can be!”
Callie smiled...her version of a super magic smile...and then she remembered her first words to Mark this morning.
“Barbara...will you be my something borrowed? I have something old ,something new and something blue...can I borrow you for today...as my Mom...or at least share you?”
“It would be my pleasure, my Darling girl...today and every day”
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“I’m going to be late” she said, still not making any attempt to leave the comfort of Sloan’s arms.
“Just a little late”
“My Dad said 17.00 hours sharp”
“You’re not marrying him, and she’d wait till hell froze over for you, Robbins”
“I love her, Mark”
“I know”
“If Timothy was here he’d have punched you hard for sleeping with her”
“I’m surprised your Father hasn’t”
“I asked him not too”
“Oh...thanks”
“I’ll beat the crap out of you if you ever so much as try to...with her ever again” even as she said the words she clung to him.
“I know and I won’t”
“I think my brother would have liked you, in the end, you know”
“I’m very likeable really once you get to know me.
Do you think you’re Dad will ever like me?”
“No.”
“Thanks for sugar coating it”
“You’re welcome”
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She’s late, Arizona is never late, and especially not with her Dad being here...she’s five minutes late...Arizona thinks she’s late if she arrives less than five minutes early so by Arizona time she’s really late. Maybe she got caught up in that little boy’s surgery...then again Yang is here...but maybe she went to talk to his brother...oh God what if he didn’t make it. Stop panicking...she’ll be here...you’re the one that’s early...I mean whoever heard of the bride being early...so she’ll be a little late just to be bride like which means she’ll actually be on time...and you’re the over eager bridezilla freak...and...Callies internal monologue could have gone on longer but...
“Jeez, Torres, whats with the crazy pacing back and forth muttering to yourself...Little Grey wasn’t acting this crazy before she got sent to Psych. And you’re doing your pee dance too...Oh God is that what’s wrong...you really need to go and you can’t because you’re wearing a crazy ass dress...you should have worn a diaper like me and Lexie in that surgery back in the day...no-one would ever know in that dress and..”
“Cristina, shut up...I don’t need to pee...and...What’s wrong with my dress? Are you saying my ass looks big in...? Never mind...where is Arizona...did something happen in surgery...?”
“Surgery? Oh you mean the crazy cardio case I should have been on but instead I got to hold the freakin suction while Grey...freakin Little Grey got to...wait Blondie’s not here yet?”
“Clearly not...did he make it...did she go talk to the brother?”
“No surgery ended ages ago...heart boy made it...Bitch Teddy went to speak to the family...Sloan and Robbins left before I did....OH,oh,OH...maybe she’s not coming.”
“YANG!” If looks could kill then Callie would have just committed her first homicide
“What I’m just saying maybe Rollergirls got cold feet and...what...I’m trying to help...if you’ve being jilted then I’m exactly who you need....OH I could shave your eyebrows off...it’ll just be like that time I cut your hair and...that worked out really well in the end...didn’t a busty redhead hit on you or...”
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“She’s late. Its almost 17.10...the schedule has been breached”
“Daniel, relax...she’s the bride...she’s allowed to be a little late”
“This is all spermboys fault”
“That is not his name and...”
“Oh no, it’s not, you’re right dear ,its the Spermdonors fault...I gave him one job...one job...get Arizona...who is never late... here on time...such a simple task...you’d think when he managed to get our daughters gay girlfriend pregnant he could get Arizona here on time!”
“Daniel, we’ve talked about this he has a name and...”
“But he’s the Sp...” “DANIEL ROBBINS!” Barbara whispered through gritted teeth
“Why can’t I call him that when he’s not around” he was now in full retreat but like Custer attempted to take one last stand “and when Arizona and Callie and Sofia aren’t present”
“Daniel, it’s an order!”
“Yes, dear”
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“Oh God, Cristina”
Cristina, concerned when she saw the look on Callies face as a single tear escaped and meandered slowly down her cheek, turned to look in the direction the Latina was now staring in as if transfixed
“Oh my god she is so so beautiful...my Arizona...she’s here.”