Because interns suck.

Callie Torres had been excited to about working a never-ending-shift for the first time since she was an intern, granted that was only on her third day of working at the hospital. So when her pager went off and flashed PEDS-911, she grinned, because there was no real emergency.

"So, being on-call...?"

"Not that terrible," Callie replied, closing the door behind her.

It took Arizona less than thirty seconds to shed her white coat and slip off her "rolly-shoes" and it took Callie even less time to tackle her to the bed. Fingers danced across skin and lips crashed together as if it were their job. And it was only a matter of minutes before the removal of clothing commenced. A dark blue shirt fell carelessly to the left as a lighter blue shirt fell right beside. Callie closed her eyes as a pair of hands slithered down her scrub pants, pulling lightly at the elastics.

When the blanket had been untucked from the bed and thrown unceremoniously to the ground (because it was most definitely not needed), it was Arizona who held her breath as the dark blue clothing that had remained on her was finally taken off. Callie smirked as the other woman squirmed underneath her touch, letting a kiss fall on her stomach.

And then one of two pagers in the room went off.

The two women stopped, allowing the low buzz be the only sound around them. Groaning, Callie got up from her current position and snatched the pager, glancing down at its message.

"I hate interns," Callie grumbled, slumping down onto the bed. Her lab coat was wrinkled and there was a small stain on her pants.

"I'm sorry." Arizona's voice was muffled as she buried her head into the pillow. The blanket that had previously been thrown to the floor now lay askew on her back, and her legs were sticking out, curled up like a cat.

Callie moved her feet, so as to make more room, but only received a kick in return.

"What time is it?" Arizona's voice was more clear this time.

Callie yawned. "I think it's almost three or three-thirty."

"Sleep. Now."

"Move over, then."

"There's another bed,"

"But, it's so far away..." Callie nudged Arizona's legs and received another kick in return. She was prepared to completely move the pediatric surgeon until, of course, her cell phone had another spaz-attack.

"I hate you." The pediatric surgeon that almost got moved turned over onto her back, and rubbed her eyes.

"My sister," Callie closed the phone after silencing it, "is crazy."

Another pager went off.

Arizona nodded, got up from the bedm kissed Callie, and then left the room. Rolling her eyes, the now alone orthopedic surgeon leaned over to the front of the bed and picked up the pager that had been left behind. She turned her head upon hearing the door open again, and Arizona walked back in. The blonde muttered something about interns as she took the device from Callie's open hand and then left once more.

She had exactly seventy-four minutes until her shift officially started. She had been on-call all night, but her shift for the fallowing day did not start for another seventy-four minutes. Perhaps Doctor Bailey did that on purpose, or perhaps it was just a mistake, but Callie was grateful to have those seventy-four minutes because now she could head back to the apartment and actually look decent for another day of work.

The sun had just started rising when she got there, and Cristina had already woken up, because the shower was already running. Callie prayed that the younger resident would not take as long this time around. But the water had stopped running and within ten minutes Cristina walked out of the bathroom clad in nothing but jeans and a bra, letting a towel attack her wet hair.

"I thought you were on-call,"

"I had some time before I was needed again, so I thought I would come here. Nice look, by the way,"

Cristina looked down at her bare torso and shrugged. There was a knock on the door, so she then immediately went into her room and slammed the door with hast. Callie gave a short laugh. While living with Cristina could be tiring, it was also amusing at certain points. The two of them always kept a nice stock of alcohol and take-out in the refrigerator, and Cristina was able to snag a few videos of surgeries performed by Meredith's mother, which were always entertaining. They had a relationship that could only be shared and defined by the two of them: "non-friend-roommates-friends," and a majority of the time they referred to each other by their last names.

The pounding on the door increased and Callie sighed as she walked over to open it.

"Calliope Iphegenia Torres!"

Callie stared open-mouthed at the woman before her. There was a certain stillness between the two, the only barrier between them being the door, which Callie kept propped open wit her foot.

"Well? Are you going to let me in?"

"What are you doing here?"

"You would know if you bothered to answer your phone,"

"I called you back!" Callie was now leaning against the door frame. "I left a message."

The woman crossed her arms.

"What are you doing, Torres?" Cristina had appeared by her, fully clothed. "Who are you?" she asked, directing her question to the woman standing outside of their apartment.

"Yang, this is my sister, Aria,"

Cristina stared at Callie, and then at her sister. "Whatever," she muttered offhandedly, stalking back off to her room.

"That's not her, is it? Papá said that she had blonde hair,"

"That was my roommate, Cristina," Callie replied, moving out of the way so as to allow her sister into the apartment.

"Living with women, dating women... What has gotten into you, Calliope?" her sister asked, raising her arms in the air.

"Well, I can't live alone now, can I? Housing costs quite a lot of money,"

Aria bowed her head. "And Papá..."

"Cleared my account, yeah."

"You know," Cristina popped her head out of her room. "You can stay for as long as you'd like, if you can pay rent,"

"Yang!" Callie turned to face her.

"Sorry, sorry..."

"Look," Callie continued, "if you're just here to see if what dad told you was true, you can go back home and tell him that I am just as happy as before. No, in fact, I'm happier."

"I want to meet her," Aria demanded.

"Excuse me?"

"I want to meet her. This-this woman that seems to make my sister so happy."

Closing her eyes, Callie inhaled deeply. "I have to go to work. I'm going to need to think about this, and talk to Arizona."

"Calliope!"

"No, Aria! Usted y el resto de nuestra familia casi renegado de mí, y aquí sólo se muestran exigentes a mi novia,"

"Novia? Girlfriend?"

Callie ignored her and spoke with a harsher tone. "There's a hotel near the hospital. You can stay there, for now, until I speak with Arizona."

Aria sighed loudly.

"So," Callie pulled Arizona aside, away from the bustling flow of the hospital halls. "My sister is here."

"Like, here here?"

"Like, in Seattle, here."

"Oh, is she at your apartment, or something?"

"Of course not. Yang wouldn't let her stay unless she paid rent. She's at the Archfield."

"So, has she finally come around? Did you talk to her?"

"Not exactly. She just sort of showed up and demanded that she met you,"

"Oh." Arizona looked a little surprised.

"Yeah." Callie nodded in agreement as Karev wheeled a patient past them.

"That's good, actually. Great!" the pediatric surgeon beamed.

"Um, okay, then. I'll call her. Unless, of course, she decides to just show up." Callie was slightly shocked that Arizona was eager to meet her sister, after the disaster that was her father. However, she called Aria nonetheless, hoping that no one would be shoved up against the wall.

"Calliope Torres!"

Mark was walking towards the nurse's station, Lexie in tow, when he spotted her. For a split second he thought it was Callie, but she was about six inches smaller with shorter hair, and she was not wearing a leather jacket.

"Um, can I help you?" he asked, confusions swarming all around him.

"I need to see Calliope Torres." she stated.

"Ah, I think she just went into surgery," Lexie said.

"Well, pull her out. I need to talk to her,"

"I'm afraid I can't do that, ma'am, but she could be out within the next hour," Mark replied, crossing his arms sternly.

"And who are you to say that?" the woman asked, standing so close to him that when she looked up at him she only reached his chin.

"Doctor Mark Sloan, head of plastic surgery."

"So, you're the one my sister slept with before her divorce,"

Lexie cleared her throat. "Uh, well, I sh-should probably be g-going," she hurried off, mumbling something about needing to do something intern-related, not even looking back at the scene.

Mark sighed. "Look, Doctor Torres should be out of surgery within the next hour, so you can sit in the waiting room until she comes out. And if you have a problem with that, I can get the chief to come and speak with you." he turned on his heel and left her looking dumbstruck.

Callie was momentarily happy. Her surgery went well, the intern that she was working with was not a complete idiot, and she had lunch plans with Arizona that most definitely did not include any family members, more specifically her sister.

Until, of course, Mark dragged her out of the scrub room before she could finish drying her hands.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"There's a crazy woman out there that has been insisting that she sees you for the past hour,"

Oh, no," Callie's face fell as she followed Mark into the waiting room.

"Calliope!"

"Aria, uh, what are you doing...here?"

"What do you mean? You told to me to come to the hospital."

"Right..." Callie nodded, mentally berating herself.

"Hold on, you told her to come here?" Mark asked, putting a hand in front of Callie.

"Yes," Aria cut in. "I need to meet that woman that has corrupted you."

"Erica?" Sloan inquired, removing his hand and raising an eyebrow.

"Erica? I thought her name was Arizona," Aria placed her hands on her hips.

Callie slapped her hand to her forehead. Mark Sloan? He sucks almost as much as interns. "Okay, Mark, go find your intern-girlfriend, or a patient, or something- just do something productive!"

Mark opened his mouth to protest, but Callie had already pushed him away. She then sent an urgent page to Arizona, praying that she wasn't too busy with her children and butterflies.

"Who's Erica?" Aria questioned the moment Callie had put her pager away.

"My ex."

"There was another woman before this one? Ay, Calliope, lo que ha hecho en usted?"

"Come on, Arizona!" Callie muttered to herself. "Where the hell are you?"

"Where does she work in the hospital?" Aria had said she as if it was an ugly swear word, never to be uttered.

"She's a pediatric surgeon." Callie craned her neck, looking for any sign of that very surgeon.

"They let her around children?" her sister looked astonished.

"Arizona's the best. She loved children."

"But who in their right mind would leave a patient- let along a child- with a-a, with a-"

"I believe the word you are looking for is lesbian," Callie crossed her arms as her sister huffed.

"What about Ellen?" Arizona had walked up to the two siblings. "Oh."

"This is my sister, Aria,"

Arizona put on a cheerful smile. "Hi, I'm Arizona Robbins. But, you probably already know that," she stuck out a hand for Aria to shake, but it remained hanging alone in the air.

Callie's pager went off as Arizona awkwardly removed her hand from midair, but she didn't respond to the call. Leaving her sister alone with her girlfriend did not seem like the greatest idea at the time.

"So, Arizona," Aria had now said Arizona's name as if it was one of the seven deadly sins.

"Yes?" Arizona perked up and smiled, trying to be happy and polite for Callie's sake.

"How many other women have you been with?"

And Callie slapped her hand to her forehead. Again. Arizona's grin faded as Callie's pager continued to buzz loudly, nearly screaming the text Interns. Mistake. 911. It was from Yang, so she knew it was, in fact, an emergency.

Because interns suck.

No spell-check used. Sorry. I'll probably have to edit this one sometime later. More craziness to ensue.