I have no idea where this story came from, but I kind of like it, so we'll see where it continues on. Finals and graduation are coming up, so it might be awhile, but I've got a good chunk out already.


Christina answers the knock at the door to find Arizona standing nervously on the other side. Saying nothing, she grabs her coat and keys and walks out the door. Before closing the door, she throws back her one line of the day.

"I'll be at Meredith's, feel free to make as much noise as you want." At the sound of the door closing, Callie comes out of her room.

"Christina- oh, hey, Arizona." Arizona takes a deep breath and turns to face the younger woman.

"We need to talk, Calliope."

"Okay. Does this require a drink?"

"It might. It certainly wouldn't hurt to have one on hand." She goes to sit on the couch while Callie retrieves a bottle of wine and two glasses before taking a seat beside the blonde. Remaining silent, she waits for her to start.

"I don't normally mention this to the women I date. To be completely honest, there haven't been many opportunities and of those opportunities, I didn't really want to. But after what happened recently, what you gave up for us, I want you to know everything. I want to tell you about this." She hands Callie a small spiral book.

Callie opens it to find a baby photo on the first page, framed with the name: Ashleigh, and all her birth information. Flipping through it quickly, she discovers that it's a scrapbook full of photos of two young blondes, as she skims over photos and the two age, Callie recognizes that the older of the two is her girlfriend. The two age years over the pages, and the book ends with a final photo that looks to be fairly recent. Callie skims over her girlfriend's features to take in those of the blonde in her arms. The girl looks to be in her late teens and shares the same complexion and coloring of Arizona – except the eyes, she quickly notices – the younger woman's eyes have a greyer hue to them, rather than the bold, bright blue of her girlfriend. They share the same joyful gleam in their expressions and are posed before a building that appears to be in the processes of renovations. Flipping back to the date on the first page, she realizes that the girl in the photo will be leaving her teenage years behind in a few short days. Taking a deep breath, she looks up at the blonde in anticipation.

"Clearly she means something to you."

"Her name is Ashleigh, and she's my daughter."

"Okay." Callie does some quick math in her head. "You were a teenager."

"About four hours shy of sixteen. Hell of a way to spend your sixteenth birthday, huh?"

"Why don't you ever tell the women you've dated about her?" Callie pours them each a glass of wine, sitting back to hear the answer.

"It's not something many women are willing to put up with. Heck, there aren't many men out there willing to date a single mom. And the ones that did find out about her, never lasted."

"Do I really want to know why?" At this, Arizona chuckles softly to herself, confusing the woman sitting across from her.

"Usually they failed the 'Ashleigh test'."

"Again, do I really want to know?"

"She could really pull off the puppy dog look. You know, wide-open, innocent expression, which she would pair with the question: 'Are you going to be my new mommy'?" Callie is unable to keep the sip of wine she just consumed from exiting through her nose at that comment. Arizona takes that as a good sign and continues. "The worst part was, she was ten before I started dating again. The last woman I seriously dated was when Ashleigh was 16, and it was those very eight words that got rid of her, too."

Placing her wine glass on the table, Callie scoots closer to the blonde, placing the scrapbook on the table as well.

"It would take a lot more than that to scare me off. Not that it wouldn't take me a second to recover, but it wouldn't scare me off."

"Good, because she knows about you. And she's made it abundantly clear that she wants to meet you when she's in Seattle this weekend."

"Wait-," Callie opens to the front page of the scrapbook and takes note of Ashleigh's birthday. "Your birthday is on Saturday."

"Yeah, but please don't make a big deal of it. Ashleigh and I have always kept it super low key. We have this one tradition, and then we usually spend the day just hanging out. I've already asked the Chief that both you and I be allowed the day off and he's agreed. If you want to join us, that is."

"Of course I want to join you. How much have you told her?"

"She knows that I'm seriously falling for you. As soon as I told her about your dad's visit, she said she wanted to meet you."

"Just so we're clear, the feeling is mutual. I can live without my Dad's money. It might be early, but at the moment, I don't want to see if I can live without you." Smiling broadly, Arizona leans in to give the younger woman a kiss, a kiss which slowly turns into several. Finally they break apart and stare into the others eyes, soft smiles gracing each of their faces.

Glancing at the clock, Callie groans as she notes the late hour. Noticing the hour herself, Arizona stands to leave, but is prevented from leaving when Callie steers her towards her room.

"Um, Callie-," She stutters out.

"It's late, and if you were to crash on your way home, I'd never forgive myself." Callie digs two pairs of sleep pants and two tank tops out of her drawer and hands one set to the older woman. "All we'll do is sleep." She assures her, before nudging the woman toward the bathroom. "There's an extra toothbrush under the sink. It's yours now."

Smiling, Arizona backs away toward the bathroom to change. Callie quickly changes herself before heading toward the bathroom to clean up. Knocking softly, she opens the door to see her girlfriend pulling down the top. Callie retrieves her toothbrush while Arizona digs out hers. Side-by-side they brush their teeth before rinsing and placing them in the holder. Arizona turns to leave while Callie stares at the brushes sitting together in the holder, smiling softly before leaving, flipping the switch as she leaves.

Entering the bedroom, Callie lets Arizona choose which side of the bed she wants before crawling in on the other side. Lying on her side, facing Arizona, she makes herself comfortable, pulling the covers up around them.

"Can I ask where Ashleigh is and what she does, or would that keep us up for the rest of the night?"

"She's studying engineering and art in Ireland."

"Study abroad?"

"No. She attends the University of Dublin. And that story could last all night."

"Okay. Will you tell it to me later? I'd like to know about her."

"Absolutely. Good-night."

"Night."


Does anyone know what the name of the song was that was playing in the final scene in Izzie's room of last week's episode? I love it and want to know who sings it, so if anyone knows, please tell me?