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WARNING: This story will involve some storylines involving PTSD. I am in no way an expert, but I will do my research to try to keep my story as realistic as possible. If you have any concerns please feel free to message me or comment below.

Chapter 1: A Warm Welcoming

It was a new town; the blue eyed blond was used to moving from place to place. It came with living in a military family. When duty called The Colonel would pack up and move his family where he was needed. This time was different though, this time he was different, and so was his family.

Timothy Robbins' eyes scanned the street before him as he knelt and tied his running shoes. The cold wind whipped his face causing the young man to shiver involuntarily. He pulled his jacket closer to him to try to keep the cold at bay, but he could still feel the wind biting at his skin. Pulling on the drawstrings of his jacket, he began to do what he did best; run.

His feet pounded the pavement as he ran past street after street of identical houses. His mind raced with thoughts that, no matter high he turned up the volume of his music, stayed floating in his head.

Running used to be Tim's release, no matter how bad a situation was he could always count on running to clear his head. Now it caused him a feeling of guilt and pain. His sister loved to run, they used to run together, and now because of him she couldn't.

When he finally finished running around his new neighborhood Tim Robbins stood in front of the door to his family's new home. He stared long and hard at the floor trying to rid himself of the overwhelming guilt he felt. His concentration was so deep he didn't notice the front door swing open or the pair of blue eyes he now had set on him.

"What are you trying to do, melt a whole in the ground?" Tim looked up to find himself staring into the eyes of whom he was just thinking of. The blonde was clad in only a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and a thin white tank top; she held a bowl of cereal with one hand and the door open with the other. "Come inside already, you're going to freeze to death," Arizona said with a bright smile.

Tim entered the house shutting the door behind him. His body temperature instantly went up five degrees just by getting out of the unforgiving frozen wasteland that was just outside the door. He followed his sister into the kitchen and sat down quietly at the breakfast table.

"So are you going to tell me what's going on with you or are you just going to brood all day?" Arizona asked as she pulled a bowl down from the cupboard and set it down in front of her brother. Tim stayed silent and looked down at his hands. "If you wear gloves no one will know," she said pouring Tim some of his favorite cereal.

"It's not that," Tim replied grabbing the milk carton and pouring some in his cereal bowl. "Besides I prefer the hook,"

Arizona looked at her brother with grim expression, she worried, all day every day. Her brother had changed, he wasn't the same person that he was before, and while she wasn't either, she had an inkling suspicion that Timothy blamed himself for what had happened to them.

"Then what is it?" she asked setting her now empty bowl in the sink.

"Why don't you run anymore?" Tim asked looking up at his sister. When she didn't answer he looked down began to stir his cereal with his spoon until the milk turned a light brown color.

"I can't run," She answered after about a minute of silence. She couldn't look at her brother so she settled on staring at clock hanging above the kitchen sink. A deafening silence filled the room only being interrupted by the ticking of the clock.

"You have your running leg," Tim said softly. It was true, she did have her running prosthesis, but Arizona couldn't stand the stares it garnered her. She had used it often when they lived in San Diego, but that was a huge metropolitan area. No one knew her, she was anonymous. In this town she wouldn't be, this was a small town, of three thousand people at the most. It would be very different. She didn't want to be the disabled girl, not for as long as she could help it.

"I just don't want to be stared at; I just want to be normal, even if it's just for a little while," She replied taking a seat across from her brother.

"I'm sorry," He said almost inaudibly before getting up and leaving his now soggy and uneaten cereal at the table.

"No, I have red dot sight and extended mags as an attachment," Arizona replied to the invisible person on the other side of the screen. "NO MY PERK IS SCAVENGER PRO! YOU HAVE LIGHTWEIGHT, YOU AMBUSH THEM!" Arizona shouted into the mouthpiece of her headset as her player on screen began to climb up a ladder to get to a good sniping spot. She was almost all the way up when a shot rang out and her player fell to his death. "GODDANM IT!" Arizona shouted standing up from her lime green beanbag chair and throwing the controller and headset onto the floor.

"Watch that language young lady!" her mother shouted from the kitchen as Tim picked up the control and exited the game to the main menu. Their mother was in the living room in less than five seconds flat; she looked at her children's glum expressions and lethargic behavior. Both of her kids had been doing nothing but playing video games for the past four hours and she was sick of it.

"Get out!" she shouted earning her confused stares from both her children. Barbara Robbins was always loving and nurturing, but right know she knew her children needed tough love. "I mean it, both of you, get out! I am tired of you two holing yourselves up in the house like little bats in a cave. You did it the last six months in San Diego, and I understand you two were coping, but I'm not letting you do that here,"

"What are we supposed to do? It's below freezing out there!" Timothy exclaimed not really believing that his kind sweet tempered mother would kick them out.

"It's sixty degrees outside not thirty, wear a jacket," she said plainly "You two have fifteen minutes to leave or else I'm taking that game away and you two are going to help me take brownies to all our new neighbors," both siblings looked at each other with a fearful expression before scrabbling up the stairs to get ready.

Not ten minutes later both siblings stood in the garage not knowing what to do next. They both stood in silence for a couple minutes before Arizona finally willed herself to say something. "You should drive," Arizona said holding out the keys to Tim's black 1965 Mustang Fastback.

Tim only looked at the car keys before shaking his head. "I'm not going to drive. You drive," he replied handing her the keys to her new blue Camaro. Arizona looked at him warily before opening the door of her car and getting in. Tim followed suit slamming the car door closed.

"Watch it!" Arizona shouted glaring at her brother for his mistreatment of her car. Slowly she pulled out of the driveway and began their journey into town.

Arizona sighed as they drove through infinite stretch of identical houses. She always hated living in towns like this one, everyone knew about everyone's business; there were no secrets, no privacy. Just scandals and neighborhood gossip spread by bored housewives with nothing better to do with their time.

"So where do you want to go?" Arizona asked looking over at her brother.

"I don't know, what is there to do in this town?" he asked looking out of the window as they passed various shops.

"Mom said she saw a bowling alley yesterday," Arizona said, Tim rolled his eyes at his sister's suggestion.

"Mom also said she saw a skating rink, maybe we should go there," Tim said teasingly, sending his sister a dimpled smile.

"Okay no bowling alley. Oh look an arcade!" Arizona shouted as she veered to the right and turned into the parking lot, and quickly parked in the first empty spot she found.

"Arizona most of those games require two hands," Tim said holding up both of his hands to try and make a point as his sister killed the engine.

"So…..we'll play air hockey the entire time, besides you had no problem playing games on the Xbox," she replied giving her brother her biggest smile.

He narrowed his eyes at his sister, "You're lucky you're my ride," he said as his serious demeanor melted away and revealed a toothy grin.

Arizona climbed awkwardly out of the car only to come face to face with a beautiful brown haired, brown eyed girl, and a very pretty redhead.

"This spot is for handicapped people," the redheaded girl said, giving Arizona a dirty look. Arizona looked back at the marked spot and realized that it was indeed for the disabled.

"Oh you're right, thanks I didn't even notice," Arizona said, the redhead smirked as the blonde got back into her car, but her smirk turned into a scowl when she saw the blonde pull a blue placard from inside her armrest compartment and hang it from her rearview mirror.

"Thanks I hardly ever use that thing, so I forget to hang it sometimes," the blonde said giving the redhead and her friend a dimpled smile before looking back into the car. "Tim come on! Get out of the car already!"

"You don't look handicapped," the redhead said coldly looking Arizona up and down. Arizona looked down at her legs and smiled knowing that her loose jeans made it impossible to tell she was wearing a prosthesis.

"Addison!" her friend interjected, elbowing her in her side.

"I'll take that as a complement," Arizona said with a smile, as she closed the door of her car. "My name is Arizona, Arizona Robbins, and the stubborn ass in the car is my brother, Tim,"

"I can introduce myself, thank you Arizona," Tim's voice said from behind her. She turned and saw her brother closing the door to the passenger door with his hip, both his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He made his way next to his sister as he studied the two girls in front of them.

"You aren't handicapped either," Addison said angrily, Tim only smiled in response. "You need to move your car,"

"Addison! Torres! What are you guys doing?" A tall, broad shouldered guy shouted as he made his way from his parked Audi across the lot to his friends.

"Nothing, hey I have an idea; let's go to inside and leave these two alone," Callie suggested as she tried to pull Addison towards the arcade entrance, but the stubborn girl would not budge.

"No not until they move their car," she said holding her ground.

"What's going on?" Mark asked before noticing the two siblings in front of him. "Hi, Mark Sloan," he said holding out is hand as his eyes raked Arizona's body up and down before setting his gaze on her boobs.

"Not interested," Arizona replied with a scowl as she crossed her arms across her chest.

"Move your car, there are actual handicapped people that need that spot," Addison demanded ignoring Mark's exchange with the blonde girl.

"Okay we heard you the first time, we aren't moving the car. Get over It," Tim said becoming annoyed with the situation, and more specifically Mark.

"Wait, they parked in the handicapped spot?" Mark asked looking at the two blondes in the group.

"Yes, and they won't move," Addison said.

"They have the placard, that means that they can par—"

"Oh please they probably stole that from their immobilized grandmother or something," Addison said interrupting Callie's defense of the blondes.

"Actually it has my name on it, you can check," Arizona said but she was drowned out by Addison yelling something about liars. Callie was about to argue again but Mark decided to take things into his own hands.

"Move your car," Mark commanded glaring at Timothy. The brown haired boy squared his shoulders trying unsuccessfully to intimidate the taller boy.

"Excuse me?" Timothy said, baffled by the audacity of the people in this town. He was in no way even remotely intimidated by Mark. Even if he wasn't as stocky as the shorter boy he knew he would have no problem taking him out; he was raised by a Marine and he knew how to fight. "Who the hell are you, the chief of police? Besides, it's not my car,"

"I'm not kidding," Mark said not dropping his gaze. "Or else I'll break both your legs, so that you'll actually need to park in the handicapped spot," Mark threatened, Arizona tried step toward Mark threateningly but Tim held out his right arm to stop her.

"I really don't want to hurt you dude, but I will if I have to" Timothy warned feeling the anger rise inside of him.

Mark sized up his opponent before letting out a loud laugh, "Please I can take you on with one hand behind my back!" The moment those words came out of his mouth he knew he had said something wrong. A flash of anger crossed Tim's face and Arizona grimaced at the poor choice of words. She knew that the brown haired boy didn't know about Tim's hand, but that didn't mean it wouldn't offend her brother.

"Fine then," Tim said pulling his hook out from his pocket. "You'll excuse me; I just need a moment. I don't want to break my fancy hand when I shatter your jaw," Tim said before unzipping his jacket and revealing the harness he wore to keep his lower arm in place. At this point Mark's eyes were the size of dinner plates and his mind was racing to find some way to get out of this situation, lucky for him Callie came to his aid.

"Please, don't," Callie said softly setting a hand on Tim's left arm. "I am so sorry about this situation, and even though my friends are too proud to admit it, they are too. Please don't do this, you and your sister have every right to be angry with us, but I'm asking you to please forgive them, forgive us," Her big brown eyes bore into him until all his previous anger vanished. Without saying another word he re-zipped his jacket and, put his hands in his pockets.

He started to make his way to the arcade entrance, but stopped and turned back at Mark. "Oh, and if you EVER look at my sister like you did before I WILL break your face with my fist, and no amount of taking down from your friend is going to help you," he shouted threateningly before continuing his walk to the door.

When she knew her brother was out of earshot Arizona turned to the Latina and gave her a small smile, "Thank you," she whispered before turning back and following her brother inside.

A/N: Thank you for everyone who enjoyed this chapter. I will make an effort to update the story every week on Sunday. If you can please give me feedback, whether it be constructive criticism or just telling me you liked the story; it would be greatly appreciated.