A/N : All characters belong to Shonda. I was simply playing with them.

So this is my very first attempt. Un-beta-ed so all mistakes would be mine.


Over Dinner One Night

"Dinner's ready guys" I announce as I carry over the hot pan to the table where Arizona is setting the plates. Sofia promptly switches off the TV, gets off from the couch and rushes to the table.

"Yay! Pasta" she exclaims rubbing her hands in excitement and sits down.

"Where's Tim?" asks Arizona "Usually he's hovering round the table by dinner time and today…well come to think of it I haven't really seen him all evening, since you guys came back from school" her blue eyes flicker from Sofia to me. "Is everything ok?"

"Yeah. He has been inconspicuously holed up in his room all evening" I say and look to Sofia. "Girl trouble?" She shakes her head. "I dunno. Must be busy or something." She doesn't elaborate but she doesn't make eye contact when she says it and that's how I know she knows something and she isn't saying it. "Sofia…" I begin.

Just then Timothy comes down the stairs, hands in his pockets, looking slightly…off. "Am not hungry" he says shrugging his shoulders.

"But it's Pasta. And you love pasta." Says Arizona her voice filled with disbelief. Timothy's capital appetite is no big secret. I believe his love for food, and not just eating mind you he cooks reasonably well, he gets it from me. And even though we may not share genes, for we used Arizona's egg and Mark's sperm, I think those nine months I carried him within me, has made us alike in a lot many ways. So yes, it's unbelievable when Timmy says he's not hungry.

"Mi'jo is everything all right?" I ask.

"Yeah everything's awesome" he says a little too quickly and moves to the fridge. "I'll just eat an apple or something" he says reaching for the handle with his left hand.

"Timothy Daniel Sloan-Torres you picked an apple over pasta, you are going to tell us right now what's wrong" declares Arizona from her chair. I sit down too and turn to face Timmy. When Arizona demands something in that tone, yeah well the kids know it's time to stop kidding around.

"Well…" he shares a look with Sofia.

"Just say it already. It's not like you can hide it from them for ever" nudges Sofia, who has already started serving out Pasta for everyone.

"Ah…I kinda…had a little accident at school. No big deal though" he quickly adds when Arizona narrows her eyes. I give a quick inward laugh. I never grow tired of watching Arizona in her total "mom-mode". Even though she becomes a kid around them at times, she is quite the disciplinarian when it comes to such matters.

Timmy extracts his right hand from the pocket and that's when we see its hurt. "Just a few stitches…that's it" he finishes quietly, aware that he has got a lot more explanation to do.

Arizona gasps and I extend my hand to take his and examine it. "Have you broken anything? And where did you get the stitches from?" The mother and the doctor blending in my concern. "Sofia" he answers.

That's when we both turn to look at her, quietly eating away her dinner. She doesn't automatically start explaining but then she sees my raised eyebrow and puts down her fork. "Yeah so he came to me and I cleaned up the wound, took out the suture kit and put some stitches" she says matter-of-factly. "After making sure that nothing was broken off-course" she adds like anyone would be crazy to expect anything less from her. "It's just a little skin that's off" and she shrugs her shoulder.

Arizona seems satisfied with that answer and turns back to Tim. "So accident huh? More like Fight? Maybe a fist fight?" she asks a little angrily. Timothy has had issues at school. Not major ones but the occasional teasing for having two mothers and even though for a 14 year old he handles things pretty maturely, there have been the occasional fights since Junior High.

"Before you decide to ground me, I'd just like to say that I had very good reasons" he quickly says, rounding the table and taking the chair beside Sofia and addresses us both "Look the guy was talking crap. And I know I shouldn't have lost it, but I did and I punched him. Just once…"

"And that was enough to knock him down" says Sofia a little too proudly. I roll my eyes at her. She smiles her impish smile.

"Timmy, we've taught you to do better than this. Was it the teasing again?" I ask softly reaching out for his hand. I take it in mine and hold it there.

He doesn't answer for a moment. Looks down at his empty plate and ponders over the question. Then he looks up with a grim smile but says assertively "I know what you've taught me. And that's why if anyone talks shit about my family like that again, I won't hesitate to put them in their place".

"Hitting's not the answer. And look Sof has faced it all too, but she never did anything like this" says Arizona putting her hand on his shoulder.

He simply snorts. "No. Sof is just smart enough to never let the news of her way of handling things ever reach you" That earns him a smack on his other shoulder from Sofia. "Don't baby brother. I know secrets about you that you wouldn't want me to tell your crushes. So act nice to me." I laugh and then Arizona gives in and laughs and the tension seems to dissipate from the table.

"Let's eat dinner before Sof finishes it all" I say and we eat in the usual chaotic manner. After dinner we finish off some chocolate ice-cream. As Sofia helps clean up the dishes Timothy comes over to the two of us sitting on the couch. Sitting down on the coffee table he asks softly "Are you guys still angry?" He has Arizona's blue eyes, and they are filled with such sincerity that I don't feel like punishing him. I share a glance with Arizona and she nods. "No baby. We are not angry. We just don't want you getting hurt." I say.

"We are so proud of you for standing up for your family" continues Arizona leaning forward and clasping his hands in hers. "But we only hope that you will pick your battles wisely" she finishes with a smile. Timothy nods his head and smiles "Love you guys." And he kisses us each goodnight and bounds up to his room. We share a light chuckle and then Timothy calls out from his bedroom door "O and can we not tell Dad bout it? I don't want him to come threaten some poor kid in school again". I laugh and then answer "You can tell him later." "Don't stay up too late doing whatever you do on that laptop of yours" shouts back Arizona.

"Done." Says Sofia, wiping her hands on the towel. "Goodnight guys" she says and starts to head up the stairs.

"Uhn…not so fast. Come here. We need to talk to you young lady" I say.

She comes, sits down on the coffee table with an exaggerated sigh. "All right. All right. I knew this was coming"

"Yeah. And you should also know better than to help your brother hide such things from us" says Arizona. Although she isn't scolding she means business. "It's great you took care of him when he got hurt but we want you guys coming to us when you're in trouble. And I know it's just you being the big sister and wanting to take care of him, but we also want you to know that we are always approachable"

Sofia had clearly not been expecting something so emotional from Arizona. So she blinks rapidly looking from her mom to her mami and sensing that we are talking seriously she leans forward and taking both our hands in her own, she says "You guys are awesome. And we know we can come to you with anything. But this, this was really nothing. And I wanted to let Timmy tell you himself. The hand, I promise I made sure it wasn't broken or anything and I cleaned the wound nicely before stitching it up. Guys…just…you know…chill!" And she lets out a loud breath and looks at us uncertainly. I realize in that moment how grown up my 16 year old (almost 17 I remind myself) is acting. "We are proud of you too mi'ja" I say to her and kiss her on her forehead. She smiles, says her goodnights and heads up to her room.

Arizona's eyes follow her all the way up the stairs. Then she sighs and leans into me as I wrap my arm round her shoulder. "We have good kids" she says. "We do" and I cannot but agree. Ours is not a family without fights, or with kids who don't act out. We face a fair amount of those. Arizona and I with our own hot tempers sometimes just carry over our tensions from hospital to our home. And the kids have had to face their more than usual high school hardships. But then I think about it, we've been fortunate to never have faced a problem which couldn't be solved over dinner. And it dawns on me that we are a perfect family! I don't know how I got so lucky but then I did. We did. We managed to raise our kids without messing them up. When I don't say anything for a long time, Arizona raises her head and asks me gently "What are you thinking Calliope?"

I sigh and say "Nothing. Just Timmy's hand and those stitches." I kiss her lightly on the lips and continue "Those were damn perfect stitches and I don't know who taught her that, but if Mark comes to know of it, he's gonna start working on recruiting her into plastics" and we both break into a laugh.


A/N: My first attempt at fanfiction. Reviews would be a great way of encouragement :)If this one works i could post more! Thank you for reading