Rain

Finding a way

I am a hormone casserole!

-Callie Torres

"Wasn't our appointment scheduled at 1:40?" Emily asked, barging into an O.B. room, "It's only 1:15." Aria was sitting there, arms crossed and hair tied up in a lazy bun. Callie was already in there with Mark, Arizona and another blonde sitting in the doctor's stool. "Oh. What happened?"

"I might be miscarrying."

"Aria, you're not miscarrying," Callie sighed, leaning on the back of the exam table as Mark rubbed his face.

"It's an ectopic pregnancy," Aria suggested and the blonde shook her head, snapping on a pair of gloves.

"Could it be a blighted ovum?" Emily asked, standing beside Mark who kissed her hair.

"It's not a molar pregnancy, is it?"

"Aria, do you have celiac and fail to mention it to me?" The older Torres looked at her sister who shook her head. Worry was etched identically on both their faces.

"Wow. We got a lot of doctors in the room," the blonde remarked, twisting so she was in between the woman's legs. Callie stood up straight as Arizona sighed.

"Before you even touch my sister, who are you, what are your credentials and what are you about to do?"

"Lucy Fields, Harvard M.D., duke OB-GYN resident, now maternal-fetal medicine fellow at Seattle Grace Mercy West." The blonde paused with a smile, "Damn good at my job. Who the hell are you?"

"Calliope Torres, Botswana Peace Corps, now orthopedic attending at Seattle Grace Mercy West." When Lucy turned her gaze to the other two, Emily smiled awkwardly.

"We had, uh, an appointment later today. But we're still... related to the situation. Kind of. He... uh paged me." Pointing at Mark, she saw his mouth drop open as Arizona hid her smile by staring at the floor.

"Lesbian lover, manwhore best friend I used to sleep with, his wife," Callie supplied and everyone flushed as Lucy raised her eyebrows. "This is my sister who showed up after she disowned me. We all don't know how to feel."

"Ah, so everyone's a bit wigged out." She turned the monitor so Aria could see before letting out a sigh, "Look, there's your baby. There's the yolk sac. Looks good. You're good." Aria jutted out her bottom lip in stubbornness. "It's probably fine."

"But there's no heartbeat. Shouldn't there be a heartbeat? What if my baby's dead?"

"Oh, well, it's probably too early for that. I'll do blood work but I'm pretty sure everything's okay. Just take it easy for the next few days, drink a lot of water, no tampons, no intercourse. Uh, call me if the bleeding gets worse or if you experience pain. In the meantime, live your life while you still can." Standing, Lucy took off her gloves and nodded at Aria before glancing at Emily. "And I'll see you soon."

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After catching up on Bailey's surgery, she slid her phone back into her pocket. The exam had been cancelled - Aria was still camping out on the exam table and Dr. Fields had said that it wasn't even necessary. Looking at Aria's scans, she looked at her notes. Neoadjuvant chemo was out of the question - any chemo was, really. She was in her first trimester, things had a high chance of going wrong.

"Think of anything?" Mark asked and she turned around. The hallway was much brighter than the dark room she was in and she blinked, trying to get used to it. He walked in, a hint of a smile on his face as she sighed. Crossing her arms, she shook her head and chewed on her lip.

"No." Rubbing her arms, he kissed her forehead and grimaced at the scans as well.

"You two will think of something. You're like Ortho Goddesses." Turning to the scans again, she just let herself be lost in thought as he wrapped her in a hug from behind and pressed a kiss to her neck and behind her ear. "You'll think of something," he repeated, looking at the scans too. "Amputation?"