Apologies for the delay, that finale really took the wind out of my sails...demotivating much? This one sort-of rambles on a bit but I've got a lay-out for the next ones sorted & the tide will change, I promise. So just accept the repetitiveness for now!

Also to the guest reviewer who mentioned the tumblr/livejournal thing - ask the author to read what I said in chapter 1 pls. I doubt they're the only ones who had such an idea out of the millions who watch Grey's Anatomy, but oh well - I think I literally used one line from that theory that was posted - and I was even willing to write their name down as credit for one line, but hey - I'm a kind person. I did explain it but if they've failed to see that then they can go fudge themselves.

Arizona was rocking in the same spot in the on-call room for when seemed like hours – heck, it might have been hours. Aside from the storm and the flurry of footsteps heard from outside the on-call room, all Arizona could hear was herself – apparently talking to yourself (according to a documentary she'd stumbled across) wasn't deemed as crazy as everything thought, infact it could be used as a coping mechanism.

Was that what had happened with Lauren? Had she merely been a figment created to help Arizona cope with this stressful part of her life? She felt so real, her words, her touch...it seemed far-fetched for it all to be a fabrication.

Lost in her own thoughts, she failed to even hear the door to the on-call room open & subsequently close. Two—no, three people were now in her lonely presence.

"What the fuck happened to her?!" Alex Karev was the first to speak – Arizona putting two-and-two together figured Callie or Avery must have filled her protégé in on what occurred today. Arizona didn't care – she didn't even acknowledge the three doctors who were in the room with her. She just kept rocking, eyes fixed on the bed that stood infront of her.

Avery stepped infront of Karev, who looked about ready to murder an infant, preventing him from approaching the lost Peds surgeon on the floor. Who could blame him? His mentor and – damnit – his friend was in clear pain and confusion. He wanted to be there for her. Callie on the other hand just stared, hands by her side – unsure of what to make of it all. Her wife...imagined having sex with someone else? She was beyond perplexed.

Avery spoke quietly, "Karev, I know you're upset and you want to help but...we're a bit out of our depth here. Maybes we should call Dr. Wyatt and get her down here?"

The mention of the hospitals resident psych brought Callie out of her thoughts and for the first time she looked at the two men, "No! You're n-n-not condemning my wife to psych! I won't let you—"

"Let them take me."

The three doctors turned to look at Arizona, who finally spoke but still failed to look at the trio.

"I—she felt so... I don't... my leg..." The tears began to form, Arizona quickly burying her head between her arms in a bid to hide her vulnerability. Callie immediately came to her side, sliding down the wall next to her and enveloping her wife in a hug.

"Shh, it'll be okay. I've...I've g-got you Arizona."

Avery turned back to Karev, "I'm gonna get Dr. Wyatt down here pronto. She's gonna be fine Dr Kar—Alex, Callie's got her now. I hear the NICU is having problems so you best check that out."

Alex remained motionless, it took some prodding by Jackson to finally snap him out of his daze & he nodded, keeping his gaze on Arizona as he was exiting the room, "It's gonna be okay Robbins, don't worry about a thing."

Avery nodded to Karev, turning back to the couple – "I'm gonna go give Wyatt a call to get down here – she's tending to some of our staff who were a bit shaken up by the storm but I'm sure she'll cut it short to get down here and see Arizona. I'll be right back."

The duo didn't even notice Jackson had left, Arizona was still sobbing and Callie wasn't far behind.

"Wh-what's happening to me Callie?"

Callie placed a tender hand to Arizona's chin and lifted her head up – the two now sharing eye contact and merely inches away from each others face.

"I really don't know Arizona...I just, how long has this been happening?"

"Around two-three days ago...it started with the coffee cup thing..."

Arizona's tears began streaming again and Callie leaned forward, pressing her lips to her distraught wives head. Callie couldn't understand it – Arizona was finally making progress, they were finally making progress. Was that not the case? Was Arizona just feigning her recent happiness? They were supposed to be past this – they were intimate again for crying out loud! Arizona finally felt comfortable enough to let her wife fully in but now...this. She didn't even know what this was – her wives psychological breakdown? All these questions were eating away at her but right now they had to wait – she had to be here for Arizona despite the recent...revelations.

"It feels like the plane."

Callie's eyes widened, "What are you talking about?"

"I'm back there...here...the storm...it's bringing it all back and I..." Arizona carelessly released the hold she had on her legs and let them flop to the floor – the prosthetic making a sickening thud sound as it connected with concrete, "Look at how shattered my leg is...Lexie's just over there – beneath the engine..." Callie followed Arizona's gaze which was locked on the bare spacious floor beneath the bunk bed. Was Arizona reliving it all again?

"Arizona – snap out of it! You're here with me, okay? It's Callie – your wife. You're not back at that God forsaken place. You're safe now."

Just as Arizona was about to respond, Dr Wyatt – with Avery in tow – entered the on-call room.

"Dr Robbins? It's Dr Wyatt here, I'm just gonna take you up to my office okay? We can continue this conversation up there," The woman was staying at arms length – and – Callie gathered in fear Arizona would lash out at her in pure reluctance, which at this point really wouldn't surprise the Latina. So she held on tighter to her wife, gently swaying her and whispering comforting words in her ear.

Arizona nodded along with Wyatt and with assistance from her wife, stood up – not even bothering to straighten herself out. Hair was askew, mascara was smudged around her eyes & her uniform was mangled. But none of that mattered – she was done keeping up appearances for everyone else. Who cared if she looked like crap? Callie reached out to try and make Arizona presentable, but the petite woman merely batted her hand away and shook her head – a twisted smile present on her face.

"I'm the new hospital psycho – do you really think I fucking care about my appearance right now?!"

The outburst stunned the three to silence, however Wyatt was quick to diffuse the situation – "No one thinks that at all Arizona, now come on...come on, let's get you up to my floor."

Arizona was eventually led out the room by Wyatt & Avery. Callie decided to track-back a bit to gain some...clarity on the situation. Her wife had officially lost the plot it was fair to say – she imagined another woman, slept with said woman and her deliriums were continuing. Trying to put two-and-two together, it all drew back to the same thing – the plane crash. Arizona had mentioned it still frightened her.

Had she ever really talked about it since then? Nope.

Had the others who boarded the plane with her sought out professional help afterwards? Yep.

Had Arizona bottled it all up and let it erupt? Yep.

She knew her wife had suffered a mild form of PTSD from the crash – but was it possible it could be this bad? Was Callie a bad wife for failing to notice this sooner and for merely trying to push Arizona back to the way she was? Back to being her normal, perky, attentive wife? Had her eagerness pushed her wife over the edge and caused her to have a psychosomatic breakdown? Watching Arizona being taken to the psych ward, Callie couldn't help but wonder something more than anything else.

Was it all her fault?