My first ever fan fiction. We all have to start somewhere. More chapters coming but I probably won't have any more than four. I might even write one from Callie's perspective. Here goes everything. Feel free to review and tell me if I'm doing any of this correctly!
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The plane ride from Tampa Bay, Florida to Seattle, Washington took five hours. At least, I thought it was about five hours. I slept through most of it. I awoke to a stewardess shoving me.

"Wake up, kid. We're here." She shouted over the commotion of everyone leaving the plane. Eventually, I made my way to baggage claim. There was big sister Calliope waiting for me. Her dark hair had gotten longer. She looked shorter, too. Or maybe I had gotten taller? I wasn't paying much attention to her, though, as I was trying to find my luggage.

"Catalina!" She yelled to me. I still wasn't listening. I saw my red duffel bag and black rolling luggage bag on the spinning conveyer-belt-looking thing. "Catalina Torres!" I lunged for my bags, knocking into three people. I yanked both bags onto the dirty linoleum floor. I didn't care that my bags were now covered in dust, as long as I had them.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and then I got pulled back sharply. I stumbled but managed to hold onto both bags and stay on my feet. The hand belonged to Calliope.

"Callie!" I yelled, dropping my bags (again) and throwing my arms around her. Two things you need to know about Calliope; 1. She hated being called 'Calliope' which is why 99% of everyone in the world called her 'Callie'. 2. She wasn't big on hugging. To my surprise Calliope hugged me back. It seemed to be reluctant but I accepted the hug, nonetheless.

"Catalina," She said through a half-smile. "You grew up." When I leaned back down to get my bags, she ruffled my hair like she used to do when I was a toddler.

"That's because you haven't seen my since I was eleven!" I replied. Calliope and I talked via instant messaging, texting and even MySpace occasionally. Living over 2,000 miles away, though, made it difficult to see each other. There seemed to be a bit of hesitant awkwardness between Calliope and I but I ignored it.

The car ride back to her house, though, was mostly silent. She fidgeted with the radio for a while, eventually settling on a classic rock station but kept the volume low. I figured she was going to say something. I was wrong. Halfway into the car ride into quiet nothingness, a question was burning into my mind. It was about something that my family hadn't shut up about for the last two weeks.

"So, Calliope." I began. My words cut through the silence like a knife. "I hear you're dating a chick." Calliope flinched, jerking the steering wheel slightly. I swayed in my seat and bashed my head into the window. "Ow." I groaned, rubbing my forehead. She managed to get the car back under control but she looked over at me, jaw-dropped.

"Where did you hear that from?!" She yelled. I giggled.

"A little jumpy, Calliope?" I asked, sitting back up. She scratched the back of her head with her right hand but kept her left on the wheel.

"Where did you hear that I was dating a chick?" She repeated, saying the words exactly how I had said it originally. I sighed, with a smile and put my feet up on the dashboard.

"Well," I began, thinking back to the last two weeks. "Once dad found out, he told mom. Then mom told Aunt Kay. Then, of course, Aunt Kay told our cousin Jasmine and we all know that once Jasmine finds something out, everyone in the Torres family finds out. Then eventually, I ended up getting eight texts from different cousins asking me if I knew about it. Then-"

"Okay, 'Cat, I get it!" She barked, cutting me off mid-sentence. I smiled again.

"You know, it's kind of funny. I never would've thought you'd end up with a girl, Calliope." I heard her mumble something under her breath. I think she was cursing at me under her breath. In Spanish. I hated when she cursed at me in Spanish. I was the only one in the Torres family who couldn't speak Spanish.

"And why's that?" She inquired. I shrugged, smirking.

"When you used to come back home and visit us," I started, "Your old boyfriend-what was his name? Tyler, I think- used to come visit too. And from what I heard from my bedroom, even though I was pretty young, I figured you, really liked boys." The car swerved again. My head made contact with the glass. Again. "Maybe I should drive home…"

It took me an hour to unpack all of my stuff into Calliope's guest room. Her guest room was simple; a bed, a small TV, a computer on a desk, a rolling office chair and a Matchbox Twenty poster. I hung up my clothes in the small closet near the window and kicked off my shoes. I was hungry but Calliope was never much of a Grade A chef. I figured that I was on my own for dinner. Even an amazing orthopedic surgeon couldn't be bothered to make her baby sister a bowl of pasta. Especially when, and I realized this once I walked into the living room, she was on the phone.
She was standing in the kitchen, leaning against the wall. She had the phone in her left hand. She was twirling her hair with her right hand. She looked like a teenage girl on the phone with her boyfriend. The sight was so funny that I couldn't help but laugh.

"So, we can just meet at Joe's after work tomorrow, then?" She said into the phone. My own sister, a sophisticated, educated surgeon, was on the phone, making plans for, what seemed like, a date. Then, it hit me. She was on the phone with the chick! I ran towards her, sliding on the tile in my socks. I came to a halt directly in front of her.

"Is that the chick?!" I hissed, trying to hide my curiosity. "Is that the chick? Is that the chick? Is that the chick? Is that the chick?" I was speaking so fast that it eventually ended up sounding like one word. "Is that the chick, Calliope?!" She sighed, angrily.

"Hold on one second, Arizona." Calliope clicked 'mute' on the phone button, lowered the phone to her hip and punched me hard in the stomach. I fell back onto the kitchen floor. She clicked off 'mute' and went back to talking.

"I'm gonna go ahead and take that as a 'yes'." I strained, recovering from the hit. I had forgotten how strong Calliope was.
Calliope was on the phone for a long time. I ate dinner (cereal, if that counts as dinner), took a shower, changed into my pajamas and watched the first half of a movie before she came into the guest room to find me.

"Hey, you." She said, plopping down in the rolling office chair. "I didn't hurt you when I punched you, did I?"

"Nah," I scoffed. "Barely touched me." I was lying, of course, but you never let an older sibling have the upper hand. She just smiled. "So…was that the chick?" She rolled her eyes and sighed, but was smiling. Then she blushed. I had never seen Calliope blush before.

"Yes." She replied meekly. Calliope wasn't a meek person by nature.

"I want to meet her." I blurted out, more quickly than I meant to. She raised an eyebrow at me. I faked an innocent looking smile. She was quiet a moment.

"Is the rest of the family still pissed off about me being in a relationship with a girl?" I nodded, and then shrugged. "Whatever," She murmured. "I got to get some sleep. I have to work tomorrow." As she walked out the doorway, a sudden thought crossed my mind.

"Calliope!" I yelled. She poked her head back into the guest room. "What am I supposed to while you're at work all this week?" She pondered this a moment.

"Shit," She answered. "I guess you're coming to Seattle Grace Hospital with me, kid." She shrugged, and then walked out again. I thought about this a second.

"Does this mean I get to meet the chick?!"

I had to wake up at 4:30 in the morning. I would never forgive Calliope for this.

"Wake up, 'Cat." She groaned, shoving me. With her fist.

"I'm sleeping." I mumbled, burying my face in my pillow. Apparently Calliope was in no mood for this. She lifted me up out of bed and dragged me into the living room. I layed on the carpet and refused to get up. She stepped on me. I got up.

"You know, when I'm your age, I'm going to be big and strong and I'm gonna beat you up."

"When you're 32, I'll be almost 50 years old." She replied.

We arrived at the hospital at 5:15. If school were in session, I wouldn't have even been awake yet. I walked inside, following Calliope. The bright fluorescent lights burned my eyes. When in the elevator, I rested my head on Calliope's arm.
"How long do we have to stay here?" I mumbled.

"A long time." She answered. I groaned. "Hey, buck up, solider. No time to be tired. You're the one who wanted to visit me."

"That's because I hadn't seen you in four years; I didn't know it would be 'take- your-sister-to-work' week!" Some people in the elevator laughed. I assumed they knew Calliope. We eventually made our way to the lounge and the nurse's station. I collapsed on a couch near what looked like a waiting room. I wasn't really paying any attention to where I was going.

"Uh, who's the kid?" I heard a voice say.

"That's my sister," Calliope replied. I opened my eyes for a second to see a mean looking nurse with frown-lines glaring at me. She had on dark blue scrubs and was holding a bunch of white binders and clip boards. "Catalina, say hello to Nurse Debbie." I had shut my eyes again and waved.

"I'm over here, kid." She yelled. I opened my eyes once more. I was waving to the wall.

Calliope had back-to-back surgeries. That meant I was on my own for seven hours. That's a very long time to leave a fifteen year old unattended in a hospital. I slept on the couch until 9:30, and then Nurse Debbie woke me up. She told me that I couldn't sleep in the lounge all day. She also told me that it's not permitted for doctors to bring in family members, especially minors. She went on and on about how it breaks a bunch of rules and regulations and codes. Then she said that everyone loved Calliope so it was OK. There went nine minutes of my life I'll never get back.

Calliope had left her phone and her wallet at the nurse's station. I took $10 and slipped her phone into my pocket when the mean nurse wasn't looking. I ordered a cup of coffee from the cafeteria (I found out later that I do not like black coffee) and went through Calliope's phone while I waited. The first contact in her phone read 'Arizona Robbins33'. I took a wild guess and decided that that was the chick, though I wasn't even 100% if 'Arizona' was a girl's name. I went through the rest of her contacts. I recognized the names George O'Malley and Izzie Stevens. Calliope had married Mr. O'Malley a while back but divorced him when he cheated on her with Ms. Stevens (thank you cousin, Jasmine).

After I purchased my coffee, I sat down at one of the tables. I was going through Calliope's phone still, reading her texts and looking at contacts. Someone sat down next to me but I barely looked up; most the tables were filled and I figured someone would end up in the empty seat beside me eventually.

"Is it okay if I sit here?" The voiced asked. I glanced up, then glanced back down.

"Sure thing." I said with a nod. After a couple of moments, someone approached the table.

"Dr. Robbins," The voice said to the person near me. "Your surgery has been moved to 4:45 today."

"Okay, thanks, Nurse." She replied cheerfully.

"You're welcome, Arizona." My eyes widened, my head shot back up and I choked on a mouthful of coffee. She looked to me quickly.

"Are you okay, kid?" She asked, putting her hand on my shoulder. I nodded, still trying to clear the coffee from my lungs.

"You're the chick!" I wheezed. She raised an eyebrow at me. Once I stopped coughing, I tried to explain, stumbling over my words. "You're the chick…the contact list…and the nurse…and the phone call…meeting at Joe's… you're Arizona!"

Silence for a moment. She looked confused. I took a deep breathe.

"Maybe I should start over."

"Please, do."

"I'm Catalina Torres."

"Torres?"

"Calliope's sister." She looked more confused. "Calliope did tell you that you that she had a sister, right?" Arizona nodded slowly.
I immediately tried to examine Arizona, trying to get a first impression. She was pretty. Her hair was blonde, chin-length. Her scrubs were lavender. She had a name tag hanging on a lanyard around her neck and it was covered in stickers. My guess was that she was a pediatric doctor. Not many grown-up doctors have stickers.

"So you're little Catalina?" She inquired. She looked at me for a moment.

"Yeah, there's really not family resemblance." I said with a nod. "Plus, I'm not that little."

"Your sister should be out of surgery soon." She said, checking her pager. "Is she meeting you here?"

"No," I scoffed. "She left me alone. I was asleep in the lounge for a while until Nurse Crabby shooed me out." Arizona laughed softly.

"Debbie."

"That's the one."

And as if it were written in the stars, Calliope came walking towards the table holding a coffee.

"Hey," Arizona called to her. "Did your surgery end early?" Calliope seemed shocked to see me with Arizona. I grinned at her. Her expression changed from calm to horrified.

"Catalina," Calliope said through clenched teeth. "I didn't expect to see you here." Still grinning, I looked over at Arizona, then back at Calliope. My expression read simply, 'I-met-the-chick'.

"Calliope." Arizona said with a smile. "I met your sister." My eyes widened.

"You call her Calliope too?" I asked. "I thought only I did that!" We both laughed. Calliope did not. Her face was red.

"Catalina," She repeated. "I need to talk to Arizona for a minute." I rested my elbows on the table and my chin and grinned from ear to ear.

"Go ahead, 'Cal." She glared at me. She didn't look amused.

"Go buy yourself breakfast."

"I don't have any money." I was lying. I had eight dollars in my pocket; it was the change from my coffee (remember, it was her money). She gave me five dollars.

"Go." I shrugged and walked over to where everyone else seemed to be buying breakfast. I was the only person not in scrubs. I settled on a mini-box of dry cereal. Again with the cereal. I stood leaning against the wall. As I watched my sister talked to Arizona, I was wishing that I possessed the ability to read lips. A man in dark blue scrubs leaned against the wall beside me.

"Hi." I said, looking up to the tall stranger.

"You're Catalina, right?"

"Yes, sir." He frowned but then laughed.

"You don't have to call me 'sir', kid." I raised an eyebrow. "My girlfriend is about as old as you are." I stared at him for a long while. "I'm really good friends with your sister. My name's Mark. Mark Sloan." He put his hand out for me to shake. Still confused (it seemed as if Calliope knew everyone around this hospital), I shook his hand. "She's told me a lot about you." I stared at him for another moment.

"You're pretty hot." I concluded. He looked at me funny. "I mean, for Calliope; not me. And your name has a winking smiley next to it in my sister's phone contact-list. Did you and her ever get together?" He smirked. "You know, before she started going for a chick, I mean." He laughed.

"That's a pretty personal question, Catalina." I shrugged and looked over at my sister and Arizona again. Mark did the same. Calliope seemed to be ranting. Arizona put her hand on her shoulder. "That's pretty hot, huh?"

"That's my sister. And her girlfriend." I remarked, looking up at him.

"Right, sorry." He looked down at the box of cereal in my left hand and the coffee in my right. "Aren't you a little young to drink coffee?"

"Probably." Calliope approached Mark and I. She still was scowling at me.

"Catalina," She remarked. "Don't bother Mark." She grabbed me by my shoulder. "Sorry, Mark."

"Don't be." He said with a smile. "So, what were you and Dr. Robbins discussing? Is there a third date approaching? Is this gonna be another
Erica fiasco?" My jaw dropped.

"Erica?" I blurted out. Calliope sighed.

"Thank you, Mark." She sighed. "I hadn't gotten a chance to tell Catalina about that yet." Mark laughed. Calliope punched him, softly, in the arm. "It isn't funny!"

"Alright," I said, rolling me eyes. "I'm gonna go back and sit with Blondie." I nodded my chin towards Arizona who was in the same seat, sipping her coffee.

"So, who's that Mark guy?" I asked Arizona when I went back to the table.

"That's Calliope's best friend." She replied. She was flipping through a white binder. It looked like the ones Nurse Crabby had.

"What kind of doctor are you?"

"Pediatric Surgeon." She replied. I knew it. Sticker logic is never inaccurate.

"So you like kids, then?" She looked up from the white binder and smiled at me.

"Yes, I love kids." Calliope and Mark were still talking. "You ask a lot of questions." She said, still smiling.

"I have one more." I answered. "Should I call you Dr. Robbins or Arizona?"

"Doesn't matter to me." She said with a shrug. "Which do you like better?" I thought about this for a second but Calliope and Mark came over to the table.

"Come on, Catalina." Calliope said nodding her head towards the exit. "I have to go check on a patient and then I'm going to introduce you to a few more people." I shrugged and followed behind Calliope.

"Bye Mark, Bye Dr. Robbins." Arizona waved goodbye. Mark just grinned.

"Must you act like you're five years old?" Calliope asked, looking down at me.

"Mark and Dr. Robbins are nice." I said with a smile. "So, that's the chick."

She just sighed and we went to check on her patient.