Fix You

A/N: Hey guys! So I had this idea for a story, and I needed to get it out of my system before I could add anything new to my other story Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum, so…

Hope you guys like the story, and don't forget to tell me what you think! Tak :D

Disclaimer: Don't own it, don't make monies from it, but love it like my own nonetheless.

Chapter One: New Beginnings

Callie wiped her finger through the thick layer of dust that had accumulated over what she guessed had been years of disuse on the plain wooden dining table in front of her. Looking around, the Latina sighed. The sun streaming through the equally dusty windows creating a light show typical of a house that hadn't been lived in a long time, the particles in the air visible to the eye, haven been awoken from their slumber by Callie's clumsy movements, disturbing the peace that had overcome this place for so long.

She'd wondered if she'd made the right choice. If leaving so quickly was really necessary. Yes, things had been bad, but had she taken things to an extreme? Callie shrugged the thoughts off and continued her self-guided tour around the beach house in a small town, just south of Los Angeles and, at least metaphorically, about as far away from her life in Seattle as humanly possible. She needed this, Callie mentally reasoned, her own mind oftentimes her own worst enemy, because things needed to change. Change was good, change was healthy and out in the sun, the fresh air, the sea breeze, she was getting a change.

So she'd bought a house. This house to be precise, and calling it a doer-upper was probably an understatement. Callie sighed again as she turned a faucet in the downstairs bathroom only to be greeted with a spluttering stop-start of water from its orifice.

She was definitely going to need a handyman, and fast. Callie liked to pride herself on the fact that she could take care of herself, that she knew how to fix most things, but this job. This job was way too big for one person, especially when, if she was honest, they were as inexperienced as Callie was herself. It's not as though the place was uninhabitable, but it wasn't exactly Caesars Palace either.

Once again, continuing on her journey, Callie carefully, step by step, made her way up the dubious staircase and gasped as she reached the top of the stairs. Being only one room, a sort of a mezzanine type of set up, where railings were all that separated you from the main room below and a long drop, the floor to ceiling windows let what seemed like endless light stream into the small house, bringing the ocean view into the room as if she was standing directly on the beach itself.

French doors on the beach side of the room led to a small, intimate balcony, a lone chair in the corner adding a sense of melancholy to the beautiful view, the legs uneven and paint peeling from being neglected to the elements for so long. Callie chuckled lightly to herself at the symbolism that dripped from it. Setting her weary body carefully into the chair, its integrity questionable, Callie relaxed slightly when she confirmed that it would, indeed, carry her load.

'I could get used to this', Callie thought to herself, taking in the violet and orange colours created by the sun in the sky as it descended to its bed behind the sea whilst leaning back slightly in her chair until the front feet were slightly off the ground, a habit that she hadn't truly out grown since childhood. The only thing that was different now compared to when she was a child, excepting the fact that she was much taller and had hair in places that only meant more shaving and waxing, was that she didn't have her sister around to push the now two legged chair over with her on it. Oh, sibling love!

'I could get very used to this indeed.'

"Shut up, Tim. You have no idea what you are talking about." Arizona chastised, slowly peeling the label off her botte of beer, but only managing to free one side before the paper ripped, a look of disappointment spreading across her dimpled, porcelain features.

"Ha!" Her brother exclaimed, lilting his head back in a dramatic fashion. " I'll have you know that I am well known in this town for my…"

"Incredibly small penis?" Arizona interjected, the smile on her face displaying nothing but mischief.

"It's bigger than yours." Tim replied nonchalantly, taking a long sip of his beer.

"I would hope so, seeing as I am a woman and have a vagina." Arizona replied in kind, taking a leaf out of her brother's book and downing a healthy amount of her own beer.

"Eww." Tim scrunched his nose in distaste, running the bottle of his beverage across the top of the table, the condensation that had formed on the bottom helping it glide smoothly across the polished wood. "I hate that word."

"What?" Arizona scoffed. "Vagina? You love vagina, Tim."

"Yes, I love it, almost as much as you, but I just don't like the word, is all." Tim shrugged. He knew it was irrational, but he just didn't like the word.

"Vagina, vagina, vagina, vagina." Arizona teased, a sing-song quality to her voice. "You must be a bit of a vagina for not liking the word vagina, Timothy." Arizona continued, putting emphasis on the word in question every time, pausing only to take another sip of her beer. "Vagina is just a word, nothing scary about the word vagina. About half the population have vaginas."

Looking around the bar, Tim's face turned the distinct shade of a beet. Arizona had turned more than a few heads.

"Stop it!" Tim hissed, his head retreating into his shoulders. "People are starting to look at us."

Arizona gazed around the bar, nodding politely to the owner Joe and taking in the interested looks of a couple of patrons within earshot. Apart from that, the rest of the bar seemed oblivious to her 'vagina' flinging escapades.

"That is all in your head" Arizona drawled, leaning precariously back on her chair, the two front feet at least 3 inches from the ground. "But fine."

"Thank You." Tim let out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding and finished off the remains of his beer.

"Vagina." Arizona blurted, Tim's beer shooting out of his nose, covering his pants in the amber liquid. "Sorry, just slipped in. I mean out…"

Tim shot his sister a look that could kill, jabbing his foot gently but forcefully on the front foot of Arizona's chair, causing the blonde woman to flail about unceremoniously before being able to save herself, her elder brother's laughter filling her ears.

"Now what were we talking about." Arizona continued unaffectedly, returning to her previous stance. "Oh yes. You were telling me that somebody bought that old abandoned house on the beach, which is absolutely crazy because nobody buys that house because it is haunted."

Tim just blinked in response, the action probably taking at least four times as long as it should have, for, what Tim would describe as, hyperbole.

"And you tease me about not liking… that word." Tim retorted, annoyance in his voice as he rubbed furiously at his nose, trying to dull the stinging sensation brought on by shooting beer out of it. "You do realise that this isn't an episode of American Horror Story, right? Ghosts aren't real."

"Tim." Arizona stated, the look in her eyes dead serious as she slowly returned all four legs of her chair to the ground. "I know that ghosts are real because I have seen one."

"Oh really, is that so?" Tim asked sarcastically, crossing his arms on the table in front of him, leaning in closer to his sister. "Okay then, tell me, oh great medium, when was this and what did it look like."

Looking furtively around the room and scooting her chair closer to her brothers, Arizona cleared her throat, readying herself for an epic tale, one that hadn't been told in the 5 years since it's occurrence.

"I was in college." Arizona began in a whisper, as though she was telling a deep, dark secret. "It was a dark night and I was out with some friends. There was a chill in the air, and people had pumpkins on their front lawns and shit, so I guess it was near Halloween, if not actually October 31st."

Tim dropped his head onto his arms on the table in front of him and let out an exasperated sigh, gently bashing his head against his arms repeatedly.

"I was there that night, Arizona." Tim stated, his voice muffled through his arms and the table. Lifting his head and locking eyes with his sister, Tim continued. "There were no ghosts, no real ones anyways. They were all fake, I can guarantee you."

Arizona, about to finish off her own beer, carefully placed the brown bottle she was holding back on the table before she shook her head confidently, a slight look of pity on her face.

"But there was this one…" Arizona closed her eyes in concentration as though trying to visualise what she had seen that night, only causing Tim to sigh once again. "It was over one of the frat houses. It moved in the wind as though it was waving, as though it was beckoning me forwards, leading me into a realm of vast knowledge and happiness."

"Yes, Arizona. That was indeed a ghost." Tim agreed placatingly, mock condescension in his voice mixed with a hint of laughter. "A PVC one that probably cost around $14.99 at the store, you idiot. It was NOT the spirit of ancestors past or any of that mumbo jumbo. You always did get super weird when you smoked the MJ, Scotsdale."

"Ah…" Arizona smiled, a look of comprehension dawning on her face as she once again lent backwards in her chair. "Well that explains a lot from that night actually..."

Getting lost in her own little fantasy land remembering just how freaky things had gotten that night with… What was her name..? Lydia? Leila? Oh wait. It was somebody dressed as Princess Leia, that's right. Damn… That girl had Alderaan her tongue in and around places Arizona hadn't even realised she'd had…

"Okay, Arizona." Tim broke his sister from her reverie, knowing the look on her face and also knowing that directly addressing his, almost, female clone was the only way to regain her attention. "So do you believe me now?"

Arizona shook her head, her mind trying to refocus on what Tim had been saying and not about Princess Leia's rebellious tongue.

"Seeing is believing, Tim." Arizona replied having finally processed what her brother had asked. "I'll go down there tomorrow and scope it out. Maybe put in a flyer for my services to the new owner because God knows they're going to need all the help they can get doing that place up."

"It's a dump, that's for sure." Tim agreed, getting up from his stool and digging around in the pocket to his jeans, trying to find the change to pay for his beer.

"It's not a dump." Arizona defended, her voice raising half an octave and making Tim raise an eyebrow. "It… Just needs some love, is all. A little bit of TLC."

"Right..." Tim drawled, placing the change down on the table as he shrugged on his jacket. "Just don't start chasing waterfalls, okay buddy?"

"Ha. Ha." Arizona deadpanned, her face remaining perfectly still at Tim's horrendously terrible attempt at a joke. "Tim, you are such a creep."

Barking a laugh, Tim started to make his way to the door, patting his sister on the back as he made his way past her.

"Kudos, little sister. Kudos."

Callie couldn't over waking up in the mornings to the sun pouring through her window. Sure, she'd grown up in Miami and the weather there was pretty good, but here… it just felt different. Maybe it was that she'd left all the shit of everything that had happened in the last few months behind her to somewhere where hopefully it wouldn't follow.

"Hi." A voice from below her called, startling Callie. Callie shook her head, she didn't know anyone in the area yet, so there was no reason for anyone to be calling for her right? Probably someone on the beach saw someone the recognised, no way anyone was talking to her...

"Hey! Down here!" The voice called again, louder this time, but equally as persistent.

Leaning carefully against the wooden railing that surrounded the balcony, Callie spied a sweaty blonde dressed in workout clothes was standing below her balcony, her hand shielding her eyes from the morning sun as she peered up at Callie, obscuring her features.

"Umm…" Callie called back, amused confusion etched on her face. "Hi…"

"You the new owner?" The stranger asked, her voice nothing but friendly and inviting, making Callie feel instantly at ease.

The woman's body was extremely toned, the workout clothes hugging her form perfectly, showing off the curve of her hips, the shape of her breasts, her softly tanned skin – kissed by the California sun.

"Yep." Callie replied simply, at a loss for anything else to say to this intriguing, extremely hot stranger.

"It's a nice place." The stranger's voice was smooth as silk to Callie's ears, a perkiness in its tone that Callie hadn't heard in what felt like years. "Every day, when I ran past here in the mornings it would make me sad to think that such a beautiful house could be left to rot and ruin. A damned shame."

"Yeah," Callie smiled lightly, remembering the first time she'd seen the place, only a week before, but beginning to feel like a lifetime ago. "I fell in love with it the first time I saw it. It's going to take a while to get the place up and running, but I think it's going to be worth it."

"Well if you need a hand, or a handyman… well… handywoman, being as I am a woman, then I'd be happy to help." The stranger called, lowering her head to the ground, her eyes beginning to sting from the brightness of the morning sun.

"Well, I definitely need at least a hand, probably more to be honest." Callie chuckled, feeling herself being drawn in to this woman, this complete stranger who she knew nothing about.

Callie heard the blonde below laugh gently, the sound music to Callie's ears, an easy smile forming on her own lips in reply.

"Do you want to come in, have a look around?" Callie asked, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between the two women. Callie was not normally the type to invite complete strangers into her home but she couldn't help but feel the need to be close to this woman. Maybe it was because Callie knew absolutely nothing about her, maybe it was the novelty of meeting someone new, or maybe it was the fact that she was completely gorgeous. Of course, there was a distinct possibility that all of the reasons aforementioned compelled the Latina to invite a strange woman, from a town which was still strange to her, into her new home.

Shaking her head lightly, realising that her mind had wandered away from her for a second, Callie blushed, having not heard an answer to her question.

"Y'know…" The Latina started to ramble, the heat rising on her cheeks. "Because you said you liked the house, and I thought that you might want to see what it's like…"

Pulling her out of her quickly escalating ramblings, a loud knock emanated from downstairs

"Open Sesame?" The now familiar voice of the woman who was still a stranger called, a bounce in her voice that screamed happiness and warmth with a hint of mischief.

Practically running back into the house and almost falling down the stairs at least twice, Callie rapidly yanked open the door – the sight that had amazed her on the balcony stunning her from less than 3 feet away.

"Hi." The woman in front of her smiled, the cutest pair of dimples being revealed in the process that made Callie's heart beat harder and faster in her chest. That smile was the closest thing to perfect she had ever seen in her life, it was magnificent, megawatt and magical.

"Hi." Callie breathed, her breath having been stolen on her sprint to the door and then once again stolen by the dimpled smile that had greeted her upon the opening of the door.

"I'm Arizona." The dimpled blonde offered her hand, the smile never leaving her face, her sapphire blue eyes sparkling vividly in the morning sunlight.

"Callie." The Latina replied, slightly more composed than before as she drank in the sight of the woman before her.

"It's nice to meet you, Callie." Arizona said, tingles running up and down Callie's arm as she took the blonde's hand in her own, revelling in the coolness that it gave, despite the heat the day was already gracing them with.

"It's nice to meet you too, Arizona."

A/N the second: Thanks for reading guys! What do you think of the premise etc.? And guys, please don't go chasing waterfalls, please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to (but please do tell me what you think!). Happy 2013 people! ^_^ Peace out!