Title: The Four-Date Plan

Summary: A few months post 7x11. Callie and Arizona decide to start their relationship over with a series of dates.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything – all belongs to Shonda and ABC.

Rating: PG-13 for some mild language and sexual inferences later

A/N: This is my first Grey's fic and probably my first and last chaptered fic, because I am usually hopeless at continuing longer fics and always settle for one-shots. This, however, is mostly written. Hope you guys enjoy!

Callie was fully prepared to forgive Arizona and start over. Nasty things had been said on both sides, numerous tears had been shed, and eventually apologies had been spewed with what can only be described as reckless abandon (from Callie as well). As time went by, neither woman could find a valid reason not to be with the other. Trust issues faded away with their resolves, but this time they vowed to learn from their mistakes and not make them again.

"We're going on a date!" Arizona squealed in Teddy's ear. Teddy groaned and then chuckled at her friend's enthusiasm. "Well actually two dates. ACTUALLY it's four dates. Because we're starting over, and we're going to communicate more and respect each other. Oh, I'm talking about me and Calliope in case you were confused."

"I figu…" Teddy's response was cut off when Arizona began to ramble again. Teddy whispered to herself, "Oh, you weren't done…"

"What was that?" Arizona asked brightly, a wide grin plastered on her face.

"Nothing." Teddy smiled back. She couldn't help but be caught up in Arizona's eagerness. Truly, everyone in the hospital was waiting for the two to get back together. Teddy had not hidden her opinion of the two, telling each of them they were idiots at every chance she got. She couldn't be more pleased with the eventual result. She knew they'd learned their lessons and could move forward and have a healthy relationship.

"So, anyway, we're going on two dates first. I'm planning one and she's planning the other and they're going to be very representative of ourselves, because we are so different and we got so wrapped up in our differences instead of trying to learn and understand each other, so we're going to do whatever the other person wants to do no matter what. Kind of like a testament to our love for each other. And then we're going to switch. She's going to plan something that she knows I'll love and vice versa. Good idea, huh?"

"Let me guess, this brilliant idea was all yours?"

Arizona nodded in a childlike fashion before replying, "I'm awesome."

"So where are you taking Callie for the first date?"

"To the roller-skating rink."

Teddy raised her eyebrow. That is almost too cliché. Arizona preempted Teddy's response by saying, "I know, it's super obvious, but it's just the first date and so I wanted it to be something fun and relaxing and where there won't be too much pressure to make conversation."

"It's hardly your first date."

"It is. It's our first date with our new healthy relationship, full of communication and trust."

"So you're starting your new communication-filled relationship by going on a date where there's no pressure to talk?"

Arizona frowned for a moment before replying "Communication is not just about talking, Teddy."

Callie burst into the on-call room where she knew Mark was trying to get some sleep.

"We're going on a date!" Callie woke Mark from his power nap. "Well, four dates, actually."

"Who's going on a date?" Mark asked, trying to rub consciousness into his eyes.

"Um, me and Arizona, who else?" Mark blinked back at her, looking rather like a newborn fawn. "Ummm, not the reaction I was expecting, Mark. This is a good thing. We're all stable and healthy and shit now, because we talk. All the time. And put each other first. So we're starting over, with these four dates."

Mark cut off her rant by moving swiftly from the bed to where Callie was standing, enveloping her in a tight hug. "I am so happy for you," Mark whispered. Overwhelmed by Mark's rare show of emotion, Callie blinked back tears, before whispering back, "Thank you." Mark knew that Callie's thanks was not just in reply to his statement, but also her way of showing her gratitude for his presence in her life and his support during the last few months.

Mark bounced back almost as quickly as he had hugged her, presumably not wanting to ruin his reputation.

"So, where are you going on these dates plural?"

"Well, first, we're doing things that represent ourselves, so…" Callie trailed off slowly.

"Oh God, where are you taking Blondie?"

"Bungee jumping!" Mark laughed and then gave her a stern look. "What? It's badass. And fun! And, and thrilling! So it's perfectly representative of me."

"You don't think you're still a little bitter and you're just getting a bit of revenge on Arizona? You know she's not going to want to do this."

Callie's enthusiasm faded and she looked at Mark squarely in the eyes. "I promise I'm no longer bitter. We have moved past this, no more resentment."

"So you're not testing her, making her prove how much she loves you?"

Callie looked down at the tiled floor and bit her lip. Why the hell did Mark have to choose now to be so perceptive? "I-I hadn't really thought about it that way. Maybe I am, but I don't care. I love bungee jumping and the first two dates are about whatever we want, as individuals. I'll make it up to her when I choose the date for her." Callie finished her rant, looking Mark in the eyes again.

Mark shrugged. "Whatever you want." Clearly, sensitive, intuitive Mark had once again disappeared.

Callie grinned, before racing out the door to find Arizona. Turning the corner, she almost ran squarely into Arizona, wheeling down the hall.

"Calliope, hi!" Arizona said, out of breath. Neither was sure if she was out of breath from wheeling herself around the hospital all day or at the sight of the brunette.

"Hey," Callie grinned. "So, have you thought of our first date, yet?"

"Yes, have you?"

"Yeah."

They both stared at each other, happy that the topic of conversation for the first time in two months was not something along the lines of "you're selfish", "you don't communicate well", "I'm sorry I hurt you," or "please don't leave me".

Finally they both blurted out their ideas at the exact same moment.

Callie rolled her eyes at Arizona's idea, but they both continued to grin stupidly at each other. At least until Arizona processed Callie's idea.

"Wait. What?"

"Bungee jumping. You know, when you jump off a bridge connected to…"

"…a potentially breakable rubber band. Yeah, I know."

"It's not a rubber band, it's a strong elastic cord. It's badass. And very me. And we said – "

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"This is what we agreed on, and this is what you want to do, so okay." Arizona nodded firmly.

"Okay," Callie grinned.