Title: Playing Dirty
Author: actualrealityx
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Everything is property of Shonda Rhimes and ABC.

Note: First story! I have ideas for other chapters involving the gang, but I'm not sure if I should continue... Smutty one coming soon.


"Alabama! How-"

"Don't call me that! Stop calling me that!"

Tears threatened to spill from the six year old's blue eyes. She clenched her fists, trying to calm herself down before she did something she'd regret. Or get in trouble for. Whichever came first.

"Aw, did I hurt your feelings Atlanta?"

"Hey, you leave her alone!"

"You butt out of this, Callio-peed her pants!"

The little boy turned his attention to the small girl looking up at him through big, brown eyes.

"Are you going to cry like Arkansas over there?" He snickered, gesturing to the blonde.

A fist came in contact with the boy's left cheek and he fell over into the sandbox. He reached out, pulling on one of her braids and she came down next to him. Callie watched on, eyes wide with shock as the two began to fight. They wrestled as a crowd began to form around them, shouting "Fight, fight fight!" Arizona managed to flip the boy on his back and punched him square in the face. She got up, dusting herself off and glaring at the uncouth boy, tears still in her eyes.

"I wasn't crying, I'm still not crying, and my name is ARIZONA!"

Luckily, the schoolyard teacher happened to be watching the field rather than the playground. Arizona turned to Callie and the younger girl finally spoke up.

"You were so kick butt Arizona! I hope you don't get in trouble, because that would really suck and-"

Arizona giggled, amused by the rambling. "I am awesome, aren't I? Did he hurt you at all?"

The brunette shook her head, soft curls flowing like a lion's mane.

"No, I'm okay. He pulled your hair tie out though. Now you look crooked! Want me to fix it?"

The blonde held her hand as they walked over to the side of the playground, where they sat and Callie began to re-braid Arizona's hair. They talked and laughed, becoming quick friends.

"Alaska and Calliopeepee sittin' in a tree! K-I-S-S-S-I-"

"Marcus Sloan, you march over there and say sorry to those girls!"

"Yes, Ms. Bailey." He sulked, walking towards the girls to apologise.