A/U: Hours later Callie felt her bestfriend slip away silently into the cold and inexorable night while they were all still trapped midst the wilderness. She held on to him, tighter now; somewhere a slight distance away Kepner was being mauled by the sinister gifts of the wild. In a world where Arizona wasn't in Seattle when the plane crashed. 3yrs & PTSD, can she get Callie back?

A Christmas themed fic, high on love and low on tinsel. Written as a part of the Lj Secret Santa event. No smut, but bedroomy eyes are made often, involves a mall, a forgotten car and two Christmases, three years apart. Light on the angst, heavy on the fluff. R & R.

An aftermath fic- A/u post 9x23: Being with Lauren felt like jumping off a high rise; the fall creating a hollow in her stomach, the wind tickling her exposed skin, rushing all over her. It was beautiful and exciting until it wasn't, until the ground became visible. And, then it all came rushing in... she was sure that she'd just hit the ground, they all had.