FIX YOU

A/N: So I seem to be on a bit of a roll with this one, despite it taking me ages to get this chapter out (School is back with a vengeance and midterms are already seemingly looming over the horizon). They say that you should write what comes easiest, and at the moment it's this. If there are any mistakes or weirdness then I apologise! Wanted to get this out before I went away for the weekend, so I'll have a better proof read after the weekend!

Shall we see what happened with our two favourite girls? Yes? Okay then, I suppose you can if you want ;) Happy Martin Luther King Jr. Day guys!

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Chapter 2: Plans in motion

"C'mon Flagstaff!" Tim persisted, having gotten no answer out of his sister after her visit to the infamous house on the beach they'd discussed the night before – Arizona seemed completely preoccupied and it only served to make Tim extremely curious. "What was it like?! And more importantly what was the owner like?"

Arizona sighed in contentment. She really couldn't have dreamt it better. The house, of course, was beautiful. Arizona had already decided that the moment she'd laid eyes on it when her family moved to the West Coast from Virginia all those years ago. But the owner - Callie… Arizona couldn't have conjured a sight more beautiful even if she decided to don a cloak and call herself Gandalf. Her mother had told her last Christmas that she was probably getting too old to still be doing that.

"Pretty." Arizona mused, more to herself than to her brother, remembering the way Callie's olive skin had seemed to dance under the light of the early morning sun, dark hair framing her delicate face perfectly, juxtaposing her oh-so inviting lips.

"Ahh…" Tim replied in realisation, confusion furrowing his brow when he realised his sister hadn't, quite, exactly answered his question. "Wait… Which one?"

"Both." Arizona replied simply, her mind still at the beach and a million miles from the conversation that her persistent brother was trying to engage her in.

"Well aren't you just the conversationalist today." Tim deadpanned, flinging himself into the sofa of their shared apartment and spreading himself across it, toes wiggling in his sister's face.

"Yep." Arizona replied, scrunching her nose at the smell of her brother's feet, sitting herself on the coffee table in front of the now occupied sofa, away from hairy man feet.

Letting her thoughts get away from her Arizona couldn't help but let her mind wander to the way Callie had looked, outlined by the sun on her balcony, the light morning breeze rolling in off the waves gently playing with the hair that just brushed her shoulders.

"Jesus, Arizona!" Tim cried, a smirk playing on his lips at just how smitten his sister seemed to be. "Just who was this woman?!"

"Aphrodite, Helen, Gaia... Pick one." Arizona sighed, resting her head in her hands as she closed her eyes

"Ooohkay…" Tim snorted. His sister was never one for the overly cliché romanticism. Noticing that his sister had paid no attention whatsoever to his amazingly grotesque impersonation of a farmyard animal, Tim quickly sat up."Seriously?"

"Seriously." Arizona's tone mirroring what she'd said, a smile playing on her rosy lips.

"Oh shit." Tim stifled a laugh, trying his hardest to keep a straight face. "I so need to see this."

"Her." Arizona corrected. "You mean to see her."

Tim shrugged his shoulders.

"Maybe."

"And don't you even try it, brother." Arizona warned, slapping her brother hard on the knee despite the apparent lack of a reason. Arizona was all too aware of her brother's antics and his reputation as a ladies man – in fact it had made for quite a fun competition of sorts when they were younger, seeing who could get the most women's phone numbers in one night.

Aah… to be young.

"Oh please. Did you even ask her if she's a lady loving lady?" Tim retorted, raising an eyebrow in his sister's direction. Arizona shook her head slightly, a moment of doubt passing across her porcelain features before it took on its usual steely determination. "No. Then how can you be sure that she is?"

"Because she was too beautiful to be straight." Arizona retorted immediately, sticking her tongue out at her brother. "Plus… She couldn't keep her eyes of my chest."

Tim rolled his eyes theatrically before replying.

"Now where did I put that pin..?" Tim laughed, pretending to look around himself for this imaginary pin. "I need something, anything! Something sharp and pointy to deflate your ego…"

"Haha." Arizona gifted her brother with another loud slap to the knee before standing from the coffee table, the bare wood not exactly the most comfortable thing in the world to be sitting on for prolonged periods.

"No one can resist the charm of Timothy Daniel Robbins, little sister. You should know this by now."

Arizona scoffed at her brother's admission, knowing all too well just who was immune to the charm of Timothy Daniel Robbins.

"Oh… So that's why Hannah in 7th Grade threw your 'love letters' straight into the bin before reading them then, is it?"

"Well she was just a spoilt little prissy bitch, so she doesn't count." Tim crossed his arms over his chest and pouted grumpily. He'd never be able to live that moment down – the moment when he came home crying because the person who he thought was going to be the love of his life at the time, turned out to be a stuck-up cow-bag -an extremely hot stuck-up cow-bag.

"Mmhmm." Arizona hummed letting Tim wiggle his way out of this one without too much trouble.

"What? She doesn't." Tim protested, knowing the look in his sister's eye as pity and mirth all rolled into one.

"Right. Of course not." Arizona patted her brother on the back in mock sympathy. "Silly me."


Callie mused to herself that maybe she should start getting up earlier. If today was anything to go by, then amazing things happened early in the morning like getting to meet hot blonde and dimpled strangers in tight workout clothes that just so happened to be in the carpentry business. And had an electrician for a brother.

Since she'd left earlier this morning, Callie couldn't keep her mind off of the woman… Arizona… It was a strange name, to be sure, but then Callie herself couldn't really say anything on that front, could she? How many people in the world were named Calliope? Besides, for the woman, the name sort of fit. Arizona… The state was more than hot in the summer, and Arizona the woman was definitely hot, which Callie had to assume was a perennial thing. Plus she had a certain demeanour about her, a determination and fighting spirit that Callie hadn't helped but notice since the minute the blonde had stepped foot in her house. It was a determination that people used to say that Callie herself possessed, but those types of comments had become few and far between in the last few months… So, in that way, Arizona the woman was also like the battleship, the USS Arizona.

Callie fiddled with the corners of her phone, flipping the object between her fingers absently as she tried to get up the courage to call the woman. Arizona had said to her that she would be more than happy to help the Latina renovate the house, but for some reason, Callie found herself questioning and doubting herself, wondering just exactly what to say when the beautiful woman from this morning picked up her phone.

'Just ring her.' Callie reasoned as she continued to pace back and forth through the almost empty kitchen, 'she gave you her number, so she obviously wants you to ring her.'

Holding her breath, Callie punched the now familiar numbers into her cell once more, having repeated this same process, Callie couldn't remember how many times, before losing her courage and cancelling the call before it connected. Clicking the call button quickly before she could overthink things any longer, Callie drew in a deep breath, stuffing her free hand into the pocket of her pants before it could cancel the call once again.

One ring, two rings, three rings… Callie sighed. She'd probably left it too late, Arizona was probably busy and probably didn't remember her anyways, after all, this was business to her. This was trade, what she did for a living. The only reason Arizona had probably even come into the house was because she was looking for the job. Callie scolded herself for being stupid enough to think that any of what had transpired earlier was because of her.

Releasing the breath she'd been holding since making the call, Callie took the phone from her ear, the disappointment of not hearing Arizona's voice much more intense than she would have imagined.

"Hello?"

Callie looked around the room, slightly confused before she realised the noise was emanating from the object still held in her hand.

"Hello? Callie, is that you?" The voice of the woman Callie had met earlier repeated, the hairs on the back of the Latina's neck instantly standing to attention, her lips suddenly becoming incredibly dry.

"Umm, yeah… Hi. I thought I'd missed you." The Latina replied shyly as she put the small device back to her ear, thankful that the blonde couldn't see the blush quickly rising on her cheeks. That would teach her not to wait until the final ring to give up on someone.

"Oh yeah, sorry about that, I'm always losing my phone!" The cheery voice replied, the joy in it infectious. "How are you?"

Callie couldn't help but smile at the blonde's easy question. It was a normal convention in conversation but it nether-the-less made Callie's heart flutter. Arizona wanted to know how she, Calliope Torres, was.

"I'm good, thanks." Callie replied happily, the smile clear in her voice. "You know what, I'm great in fact."

"Wow. Well… In that case, I want some of what you're having please." A small giggle from the other end of the phone line was all Callie needed for her smile to become megawatt. "I'm glad to hear it."

A silence fell between the two women, only the sound of the others light breaths being audible over the airwaves connecting the two. It wasn't one of those awkward silences, like the ones you get when you just meet someone, and although Callie realised the irony in her statement – she had, of course, only known Arizona for what amounted to a few hours, and their time together had been even less – the Latina couldn't help but feel as though she'd known the blonde for longer, as though they'd met before. Whatever it was, Callie was sure of one thing, that she felt better in herself just by talking on the phone to this woman, this stranger, than she had felt about herself in a long time.

"So…" That now familiar voice on the other side of Callie's phone drawled, drawing the Latina out of her introspective. "What's up?"

"Right." Callie almost laughed, nearly forgetting the whole reason that she had rung Arizona in the first place. Well, maybe not the whole reason, but a good portion of it anyways. "I wondered whether the offer still stood. Whether you still wanted to help me renovate the house…"

Another silence fell across the phone line, this time much less comfortable than the last. The seconds passed and minutes as Callie couldn't help but let her mind wander to the possibility that this was Arizona's way of letting her down easy, of letting the Latina know that she didn't have the time, that she was busy working on another project or just didn't want to give her the time of day. Maybe Callie had totally missed the mark and Arizona wasn't into girls at all- it did sound like that was a man's voice in the background…

"Sorry…" Arizona replied, her voice distant, seeming far away from the phone receiver.

Callie's heart shrank. Although she had just been playing the possibility of the blonde rejecting her in her mind, nothing really stung quite as much as the actual rejection in real life. It was stupid, really, if Callie let herself rationalise for just a second. What had Callie even asked? She hadn't asked Arizona to go on a date with her or anything, it wasn't as though she was rejecting Callie per se…

"Tim, fuck off." Arizona's voice blared from the phone at Callie's ear, the sudden noise causing the Latina to pull the handset away from her ear in shock. "I'm sorry Callie… My brother is being a dick and I didn't quite catch what you just said."

The Latina would have laughed at the situation if it had happened to anyone else, or if she'd seen it on television – here she was thinking that Arizona was trying to let her down easy, when in reality, she was just being distracted by her brother being… a brother.

"No worries." Callie replied slightly shakily, the adrenaline once again coursing its way rapidly through her veins, the rush making her slightly heady. "I just wondered if you still wanted to help me work on the house."

"Do I?!" Came the enthusiastic reply, the smile instantly returning to Callie's lips at the sound. "When can I start?"

"Well, I've not really got a schedule or anything set out yet, so… I guess I'm free whenever. Today, tomorrow…" Callie tailed off

"Great! I can come over later today if you want and…" The voice of the blonde was cut off by a much lower tone that Callie could just make out in the background, one that she assumed must be Tim, although she couldn't quite catch what he was saying.

"I'm sorry Callie." Arizona apologised, her voice becoming distant again as she re-engaged her brother in conversation. "What now Tim?"

Another set of mumbles were heard over the phone line and Callie couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of this phone call. First she'd nearly hung up on the blonde, next they'd had this weird but not weird silence, then Callie had thought that Arizona was going to reject her and now the Latina was listening to the blonde having, from her point of view, a one sided argument with her brother.

"No I'm not. She's not. I already told you, you have no chance." Arizona's voice continued, her words only widening the smirk that had accompanied her earlier chuckles.

"Oh shit. Fine." The sound of defeat in the voice at the other end of the line making Callie take pause. "I'm sorry Callie, I forgot that I've got a small job that I have to finish off later today for one of my neighbours houses, but I can swing by and get started tomorrow morning if you're around, say at 10 ish..?"

Callie's heart fluttered once again at the reply. She hadn't expected to be able to see the blonde again so soon. Not because she didn't want to, but because she was certain that Arizona would have had many other jobs on the go at the moment – Callie had taken the small amount of time since Arizona left and the phone call to, among other, much more mundane things, look up the carpenter's credentials. She came highly recommended. Her work was always said to be of a high standard and quality, not to mention that she was an amazingly vibrant person to be around. Oh. And that she had a cute butt… Okay, so maybe Callie had added that bit in at the end herself. If it's true, then it's true.

"Sure." Callie replied, trying to keep the eagerness out of her voice and remain cool. Last thing she wanted was for Arizona to think she was some crazy woman. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Me too. I can't wait."


"Goddammit…" Arizona grumbled as she accidently hit her thumb yet again with the hammer. This was the fourth time today and she'd taken the morning off. She was repairing her old piano teacher, Mrs Schoenberg's piece of crap coffee table, which in Arizona's honest opinion would have been better off dumped in a skip and forgotten about, but Mrs Schoenberg was a sentimental person and apparently this was one of the first things her and her husband had bought when they'd gotten married over 50 years ago.

It wasn't like the blonde to get clumsy with her tools. Usually hands work swiftly, deftly and precisely over any project she was tasked with completing, whether it was some serious construction work that required her undivided attention or repairing a broken coffee table. But today… Today she was distracted by the prospect of what was waiting for her tomorrow.

Letting her thoughts wander yet again, Arizona smiled lightly as she tried to suck the pain away from her now angry thumb. Tomorrow meant that she was going to get to see that miraculous creature that called herself Callie once again. The woman that Arizona hadn't gotten out of her head since the moment she'd first laid eyes on her. Which was the whole reason she now found herself in her current painful predicament. She was distracted, but Arizona really couldn't bring herself to care that much because the thing that was distracting her was so marvellously wonderful that it was worth a bruise or black nail or two.

Letting out a breath of relief as she sent the drilled the final screw home, Arizona set the table back upon it's legs, giving a quick test to make sure it was level, sitting on it to see if it could bear her weight.

Waving off the proffered money that Mrs Schoenberg was trying to force into her hand in payment, Arizona smiled genuinely at the woman, telling her it was on the house. After knowing someone for the majority of your life, the least you could do was to help them out every once in a while, right? And just because Arizona was a carpenter by trade didn't mean that she needed, or wanted to get paid for every favour that she did for a friend or family member. Arizona was a firm believer in doing things for other people even if they couldn't necessarily repay you, after all, have you ever really lived until you've done something for someone who can never truly repay you? Not that Arizona necessarily believed that last part to be true – people repaid her every day by doing the little things. The little things, in Arizona's opinion, were the things that counted the most.

Almost the second after she closed the door to her van, her phone started ringing its trademark Drive by Melissa Ferrick, the chorus blaring into the still silence of the van. Fishing the object out of her pocket and checking the caller ID, Arizona cringed slightly at the name and goofy face that appeared before her. She should probably change her ringtone to something slightly less sexual, especially when it was her brother ringing her. It was all just a little bit wrong.

Now if it was Callie who was ringing her…

"Hey Tim" Arizona greeted after swiping her finger across the screen to accept the call. "What's up? I just finished at Mrs Schoenberg's so I should be home soon."

"Hey." Tim replied in kind, his voice sounding slightly weary

"You okay?" Arizona asked, all the other thoughts being pushed out of her head once she heard how exhausted her brother sounded.

"Yeah, sis. I'm fine. I just…" Tim stopped in his tracks, Arizona well accustomed to the way her brother liked to internalise things. She was a master at it herself. "I've got a bit of a cold..."

"Oh." Arizona replied, knowing instantly why Tim was reluctant to tell her that he was ill. "I'll go and stay at Mom and Dad's, no worries."

"I'm sorry, sis. Really. I don't want to kick you out of your own house."

"It's fine, Tim. These things happen. Besides, it probably wouldn't even be a problem, but…" Now it was Arizona's turn to stop in her tracks, holding true to the family tradition of internalisation. "Y'know, I was thinking about you earlier."

"Oh. You were now were you?" The voice at the other end of the phone sounding slightly more jovial than before. "Only good things I hope."

"Well…" Arizona drawled, never one to miss an opportunity to enjoy a bit of banter with her older brother. "Mostly."

"I can deal with that." Tim replied, a small laugh turning into a string of increasingly nasty sounding coughs that made Arizona pull the phone slightly away from her ear.

"You sure you're okay?" Arizona asked once more, not fully believing her brother.

"I'm okay so long as you're okay, Arizona. Seriously." Tim answered, mock exasperation playfully lacing his tone.

"Right…" Arizona sighed. Her brother was pretty awesome. In all honesty, and on a most basic level, didn't know where she would be right now without him. "Love you."

"Love you too."

Hanging up the phone, Arizona turned the key in the ignition of the van, stepping on the gas pedal and heading in completely the opposite direction to where she thought she was going to be heading tonight. The only plus side was, today was Thursday, and that meant, if Arizona got a move on, she'd get to her parents' house just in time for some delicious fried chicken. What more could a girl ask for?!


A/N 2: Why does studying entail so much reading? And why do I find it necessary to take classes in soil conservation? It is on this note that I would have to describe Callie and Arizona's relationship, on the whole, as a nice, wholesome Loam, with the occasional foray into silty sand and other unsatisfactory particle sizes, e.g. the whole Africa debacle. Enough said.