So, I have this dream. In it, Mark is caused an intense amount of pain for all the hurt that he's done.

This started as a one shot, but then I came up with a dozen different professions that the sibling could do, and couldn't decide on which, so I created a dozen different siblings, all with their own form of torturing Mark.

Yeah, a little of this has been borrowed from Chuck, kudos to you if you can determine what.

And there is some serious Mark bashing here, so if you like him, I suggest you turn around now and find a new fic to read.

Oh yeah, and if you're waiting for more "Family of Honor", I apologize, I've hit a bit of a snag there.

Quietly shutting the door to the roof behind her, Callie thinks over what she just heard her wife say to her mother-in-law. The secret the blonde had been keeping from her since the accident that had nearly taken her life.

I know that he's Callie's best friend, but I can't stand to be in the same room with him since he told me that I meant nothing in the grand scheme of things with Sophia; that my opinion meant nothing because I wasn't the parent. And after he declared that the two of them could easily make another kid if 'this one' died, I have to resist the urge to kick him in the balls every time I do see him.

The ortho surgeon quickly makes her way downstairs, intending to finish dinner, hoping to surprise Arizona. She hadn't been in much of a mood for cooking since the death of her daughter and her release from the hospital, but today she'd woken up with the intense desire to try and get back to normal. After a long walk down to the sound and a stroll around the weekly farmer's market there, she'd returned with the fixings for dinner and promptly got to work.

Turning the corner, she sees Jackson and Lexie standing outside Mark's apartment, arguing with the plastic surgeon. Having spoken with the younger Grey earlier in the day, she knew that there was a new technique that she wanted to try on a kid that had come in earlier in the day with a shattered larynx and she needed the attending to sign off on it. The other resident is merely standing by, listening to his girlfriend with half an ear while flipping through a medical journal.

All thoughts of dinner flee her mind at the sight of the trio, specifically the plastic surgeon that she's always called her best friend. Mind made up, she stalks up to the trio, interrupting Lexie and turning her focus towards Mark, eyes cold. Sensing her mood, Lexie wisely stops talking, while Jackson straightens, ready to act should the situation warrant it.

"Mark, I'm going to ask you something and you will tell me the truth. I am going to give you one opportunity to do so, and if you don't answer honestly, I swear I won't be held responsible for my actions."

"Umm, we're just going to-,"

"Stay." Callie interrupts Lexie as she grabs Jackson's hand, intending to leave.

"Did you tell Arizona that she meant nothing in regards to Sophia?" This stops Lexie cold.

"What?" Mark attempts to play dumb.

"After the accident, while I was fighting for my life, did you tell Arizona that she meant nothing in regards to her relationship with me and Sophia?" Mark hesitates, trying to come up with an answer that won't result in extreme pain to his person. "Or would you rather explain to me about how you said that if Sophia didn't survive, then you and I could easily 'make another kid'?"

"It was a difficult day-,"

"DID. YOU. SAY. THAT. TO. HER?" The pair of residents shrinks back at the tone in Callie's voice, though they still remain on alert in case Callie should attack Mark.

"Yes, but I-," Callie holds up her hand, stopping Mark's explanation cold. The group is so focused on Callie's reaction that they don't notice the young couple that just exited the elevator and turned the corner.

"I am going to give you ten seconds to leave my sight. And if at the end of those ten seconds, you're still here, I will give in to Arizona's desire to kick you in the balls. Ten,"

"Seriously, Callie-,"

"Nine."

"Callie, I said that-,"

"Eight."

"-I was sorry."

"Seven."

"What can I possibly-,"

"Six."

"-Say to make this-,"

"Five."

"Better?"

"Four."

"It was a very-,"

"Three." Callie sets herself to deliver the kick.

"-Stressful day."

"Two."

"We both said things we didn't mean."

"One."

Before Callie can swing her leg back, the sound of a few puffs of air is heard off to the side and Mark collapses in pain. The three left standing turn and finally notice the couple standing off to the side. The man is holding something that looks like a gun, but not one also. The woman looks like she's fighting the urge to stalk over to Mark and start kicking him repeatedly.

"He wasn't going to leave, it was written all over his face." He notices that the group is still staring at the weapon in his hand and he holds it up by the barrel. "Paintball gun. Trust me, waaay more painful than a kick to the groin."

"He does have firsthand experience of that fact." The woman speaks up at last.

Further conversation is halted by the sound of the stairwell door opening. Collectively, the group turns to see Arizona entering the hallway, stopping short at the group that she's met with. Taking in the sight of Mark curled up on the ground, crying, she quickly scans over the group, stopping short at the still unknown couple before continuing on, settling her gaze on Jackson.

"Avery, would you please care to explain what happened here?"

"Umm," the young resident looks like he'd rather not, but the stare from the tiny peds surgeon quickly changes his mind. "Lexie came over to pitch some research to Dr. Sloan, I decided to come with her. Then Dr. Torres comes up and questions Mark about a conversation that the two of you had while she was unconscious. And when he confirmed her questions, she requested that he get out of her sight. When it was apparent that he wasn't, he," Jackson points back to the man that is currently tucking the paintball gun back into his bag. "Shot him with a paintball gun. And then you showed up."

"Thank you." She turns her gaze to the young couple. "What are you two doing here?"

The young woman holds up a wrinkled piece of paper. The twin telephones symbol of the Red Cross is clearly visible on the top left corner, giving Arizona a fair idea of what the paper holds.

"You got married?"

"You don't see me in three years and that's the first thing you ask?"

"Well, I figured that would be a safer topic to open with than asking when you changed your mind on kids, given what happened-," she motions with the paper, letting Arizona know that she has been informed of what happened to their daughter.

"Right, um, yes, I did get married. Umm," Arizona rubs her brow tiredly before motioning to the group standing around. "Lexie, Jackson, Callie, this is Emily and Zachary. You two," she points to the residents, "we'll see you at the hospital tomorrow."

"Sure thing." Lexie quickly pulls on Jackson's arm, leading him out of the building.

"The Colonel?" Arizona motions to the paper, asking who had sent it to her, still rubbing her brow.

"Yup."

"Okay." The blonde drops her hand, moving forward to pull the younger woman into a hug. "Come on." She releases her after a moment, leading them into the apartment.

At the introductions, Callie quickly realizes that the young couple that prevented her from seriously injuring Mark are her new sister-in-law and brother-in-law, though she stays silent, merely following the pair into the apartment, with Zachary bringing up the rear, shutting the door behind them.

No one gives a second glance to Mark, who is still curled up in a fetal position outside his open door, crying like a little girl.