This is a different take on Callie and Arizona's car accident and its aftermath. Quite a few things are changed for the sake of the story, so it is different than what happened with their accident on the show. What if Arizona didn't walk away from the accident with only minor injuries?

Future chapters are likely to contain more content, but I felt like this was the best way to introduce this story. It is rated T just to be on the safe side, since I have yet to write the entire story.

I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for reading.

Where am I?

This was the first thought that ran through her mind. A haze of confusion and pain had its grip on her, making answering this question harder than it should have been. It had only been a few seconds, but it felt like hours since she had opened her eyes. Her mind was telling her that something was wrong, but she was unclear, not her usual quick-thinking self.

The car? But going where? What hurts? And why?

Adrenaline began to run through her veins and it suddenly clicked.

"Arizona!" she yelled out.

The blond was laying on the hood of the car with blood and broken glass surrounding her. She didn't appear to be moving, but Callie could hear soft, terrified whimpers.

"Arizona, you're gonna be okay!" she called out to her, trying, but failing to get out of the car.

If she hadn't been pregnant, she probably could have managed to slip out of the small opening that she was able to create by pushing the door open as far as it would go, but it wasn't possible in her current state. She tried and tried, mostly because she was panicking and she wanted out of the vehicle as soon as possible, but she finally decided that it wasn't going to happen.

She looked back to the backseat where her phone had been tossed, but it was even less likely that she'd be able to get all the way back there to get it. She reached and tried to grab it without really being able to see it, yet all she felt was a sharp pain as a piece of glass cut into her hand. After that, she simply removed her safety belt and sat there, beginning a prayer in Spanish. For now, it seemed like all she could do. If she started screaming for help, she and Arizona would both lose whatever cool they had left and she didn't want that to happen.

She could see the truck driver making his way over. He appeared to be uninjured. This was good. He could help them, she hoped.

"Are you okay?" he called to Callie as he was on the phone with 911.

He had already told them about Arizona and Callie was sure they were on their way.

"Is she still awake?" Callie asked.

"Uh, yeah," he nodded. "She...she is."

"Good," Callie said softly.

By now, numerous other people were pulling over and approaching, trying to see if there was anything that they could do to assist.

"She's pregnant!" one of them, a man in his early thirties, yelled to the truck driver when he noticed the Latina's growing midsection.

The truck driver relayed this information to the dispatcher and then a list of questions seemed to come flying at Callie just as fast as the truck had.

How far along is she? Has she felt the baby move? Has she had any contractions?

"Stop," the man who had noticed Callie's baby bump said.

"But –" the truck driver protested.

He said something else, but Callie didn't know what it was. She was pretty sure she had missed quite a lot of the conversation that was going on amongst all of the people who had come to their aid and the few people who were simply gawking at the wreckage.

"My name's Will," the man smiled, doing his best to zone everything else out and just talk to the woman who was stuck in the car. "What's yours?"

"Callie," she said. "But help Arizona."

"What?"

"Arizona," she said. "She needs –"

"Help is coming for all of you," he said. "I just need to know some things so that the medics can give you and your baby the best care possible. How far along are you?"

"Thirty-four weeks," she said, starting to shake now.

"Great," he said. "You're doing great. Have you had any contractions?" he questioned.

"No," she told him.

"Good," he smiled. "That's good."

"The baby hasn't kicked."

"Okay," he said. "The ambulance is gonna be here soon."

"Is she…she still awake?" Callie asked.

"Looks like it," he nodded.

"Tell them not to try to…to move…move her."

"I'm sure dispatch told them that," he said.

"How would you...?"

"I'm a med student," he said. "In my last year."

"Oh."

"And I'm guessing you know a thing or two about medicine?" he asked, now just trying to keep her talking since he really wasn't sure what the extent of her injuries was, but he didn't want her to slip into unconsciousness. The more she could talk, the more he could try to understand about her neuro function.

"I'm a…surgeon."

"At which hospital?"

"Seattle…Grace…Mercy West."

"We'll get you and your friend there soon, okay?" he asked, looking down at his watch and wondering where the hell the ambulance was.

"Fiancé," she corrected him. "We're…engaged."

"Well, congratulations," he smiled. "A wedding and a baby, huh? Pretty big stuff."

"If she…she lives," Callie said. "Will, go –"

"I don't want to do anything there," he said. "I don't…this is my first time actually handling anything like this and I don't wanna do more harm than good. But the ambulance will be here soon, and thankfully, the medics have more practice than I do. But she's awake. That's good."

"Yeah."

"So, have you and Arizona picked a name?" he asked.

Maybe it wasn't the smoothest of segues, but he really wanted to get her mind off of medicine and all of the injuries that both she and her fiancé were facing.

"I'm trapped in here and you….baby names, Will?" she asked.

"I'm trying here," he said. "And when my wife was pregnant, baby names were all she ever wanted to talk about. I bet you and Arizona have a list a mile long."

"No," she replied. "We don't."

Getting Arizona to agree to a baby shower – let alone a list of names – had taken this long. Their relationship had faced challenges that most couples just didn't face, so Callie assumed Arizona simply hadn't really been in the mood to search for baby names. Still, she had suggested bringing a few baby name books along with them on their weekend getaway to the bed and breakfast just about forty minutes outside of Seattle, but that wasn't how Arizona wanted to spend their little "babymoon." Callie sort of assumed that Baby's name would find them when he or she arrived. She had learned to come to terms with that.

"Oh."

Finally, the sound everyone had been waiting to hear came. Sirens could be heard in the distance, meaning that the ambulance would be arriving soon. The entire thing, from start to finish, had taken less than ten minutes, but it felt so, so much longer than that.

"Hear that?" Will asked Callie. "They'll get you out of here and get you help."

"Good."

"It is good," he smiled. "You're gonna be okay."

"You shouldn't…promise that."

"Well, it's what I believe," he told her.

"Good."

"Hang in there, okay?"

"Is Arizona awake?" she asked again.

Will looked to the people who were up near Arizona. They clearly had terrified looks on their faces, but he could tell that Callie's fiancé was still awake because none of their expressions seemed more intense than they had previously. Nothing appeared to be worse.

"Yep," he nodded.

"I need you to go tell…tell her I'm sorry. And I love…love her."

Will didn't even know what the apology was about, but he knew that it didn't even matter.

"She knows," he told her. "Trust me, she knows."

"But –"

"People who love each other…whatever else happens doesn't matter."

Callie thought back to the night when Arizona had proudly declared that their unborn child was her baby. She had said something very similar.

"I don't want her to –"

"Right now, let's just focus on getting you out of here," Will said, as the ambulance pulled up. "I'm gonna get out of the way, but I'll wait in my car right over there, okay?"

"Okay."