Note: Another short-ish one.

The two women had arrived safe and sound, after a glorious flight home—on a private jet—the previous evening. A flight spent sipping champagne, wrapped in each other's arms, and joining the mile high club. Following the scare during her previous flight, Arizona figured she would have been nervous, but she hadn't had time to fear anything, not with the attention that Callie had showered on her during that flight.

They'd reluctantly separated late this morning, so that Arizona could go get a new phone, and Callie could go pick up the children from Owen's mom. Arizona hadn't heard a word from Callie since they went their separate ways almost three hours ago. She was getting a little impatient.

She paced back and forth in front of SerenDRIPidy, checking the time every few minutes. She couldn't believe how nervous she was to actually meet Callie's children. She kept telling herself not to put so much pressure on this meeting, but it wasn't in her nature to not think about all of the possibilities. What if they hated her? What if they didn't hate her, what if they actually liked her? Most of her life she hadn't given children much thought. Now, Callie and her children, consumed her thoughts. They were all she could think about. She checked the time again—Callie was now officially late. Arizona's mind went into overdrive again. What if something had happened… what if there was an accident… what if the kids didn't want to meet her… what if…. She steadied herself on the chalkboard sign that sat outside of the café.

"Arizona?" Callie, with the children in tow, walked up from behind the blonde and startled her. "Are you okay?"

Arizona breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm fine… you were late and I was worried."

"It's three minutes after…." Callie chuckled. "That's not late, is it?" She looked down at her children for confirmation. Angus and Gavin were in their stroller, and Allie was hiding behind her leg.

"I dunno, Mommy," the boy on the left said.

"We can't tell time, we're just little," the boy on the right said.

"Allie can't tell time either," said the one on the left again.

"And she's a big girl," said the other.

Arizona couldn't tell them apart, she had no idea who said what. She just smiled at the two sweet towheaded boys, who looked at her with carbon copies of their mother's big brown eyes.

Callie pulled Allegra from behind her leg so she could formally introduce them to the other woman, "Kids, this is my friend I was telling you about. This is Dr. Robbins, but you guys can call her Arizona. Can you say 'hi' to Arizona?"

The boys said hello, but Allegra just gave a tiny wave. Apparently she was feeling shy around the blonde. Arizona knelt down to Allegra's level, and said, "I like your unicorn shirt."

"Thank you," Allegra shyly replied.

"My shirt has dinos."

"I like dinosaurs too, uh…," Arizona looked up to Callie for help.

"Gavin," Callie supplied with a smile, her heart beating in anticipation.

"Dinosaurs are awesome, Gavin," Arizona said.

"Superman," Gus yelled, and pointed to his shirt.

"Superman is awesome, too," Arizona smiled.

"Up, up, 'n away," Gus yelled. "Save the day," Gavin added, clapping his tiny hands with excitement.

"Yes, yes," Callie laughed. "Superman saves the day. How about we save our day and go ahead and walk to the park?"

"Yay!" the boys yelled.

"Allegra?" Arizona asked. "Would you hold my hand? I don't know the way to the park, I don't want to get lost."

The shy little girl shook her head no, and grabbed her mother's hand, much to Arizona's disappointment.

"I'm sorry, Arizona," Callie replied. "She's being extra shy this afternoon."

"That's okay," Arizona assured the little girl. "You hold your mommy's hand. I'll just…" She stood up, and stepped in front of the stroller that held the twins, kicked out the wheel on her Heelys, and glided off down the sidewalk.

"Wow, Mommy! Look," Allegra shouted. She pulled at Callie's hand to follow.

"Up, up, 'n away!" "Save the day!" The boys added with giggles.

After breaking the ice with her Heelys, the kids quickly warmed up to the exuberant blonde.

Arizona pushed Allegra on the swing as the young girl told her all about her favorite video game.

"But why are the birds so angry, Allegra?" Arizona asked the miniature Callie.

"Because the pigs steal their eggs, silly."

"Oh," Arizona winked at Callie who gaze was on them for a moment. "Well I guess that would make me angry, too." She admired Callie's ability to keep her eyes on the boys and her and Allegra at the same time. It was a skill she wasn't sure she could master.

"I wanna jump!" Allegra suddenly shouted, causing Callie to jump up from her spot on the bench. "Fly like the birds and get the little piggies, Gavin and Gussy."

"Oh! No, no, no," Arizona desperately tried to slow down the swing. "No jumping! You aren't an Angry Bird, Little Miss, no need to go flying."

Seeing that Arizona had the situation under control and wasn't going to let her daughter go flying off of the swing, Callie sat back on the bench to watch.

Gus heard the commotion and came running over. He grabbed Arizona around the leg. "I wanna fly! Up, up 'n away."

The swing sufficiently slowed, Arizona bent down and picked the little boy up and swung him around in a circle before bringing him into her body for a hug. He cackled with delight.

"Me too, me too," Gavin tugged at her pant leg. "Me fly too!"

"Okay, buddy, let's go," she placed Gus on the ground and moved herself a safe distance from him so as not to bump him when she helped Gavin fly.

When she put the second boy down, she found herself surrounded. Three sets of brown eyes looking up at her, smiles on all of their faces. She glanced up and over at Callie who still was sitting on the park bench, eyes glistening with joy.

She squatted down to the kids' level and said, "Let's all go give mommy a hug. She looks lonely over there all by herself." They all turned to look at Callie who had taken the moment to wipe her happy tears, and was now smiling back at them. They looked back at Arizona who just nodded her head, and they took off running.

Allegra got there first, jumping on the bench beside her mom and wrapping her arms around her. Gus arrived next, climbing into his mother's lap. Which left the stragglers, Arizona and Gavin bringing up the rear. Gus moved over by his sister, so that Gavin could climb into Callie's lap and get his hug.

"Now you, Arizona," Allegra said.

Gus pointed at Arizona, then Callie, "You hug, too."

Arizona sat down on the bench on the other side of Callie from the kids and put her arms around the woman as best she could with all the three kids blocking her access. She leaned in and placed a sweet kiss on Callie's cheek, much to the kids' delight. Gavin moved himself from his mother's lap to Arizona's and Gus climbed back onto Callie's. They sat that way in comfortable silence for a few minutes until someone's tummy rumbled.

"I think it's time we got some dinner," Callie said.

"Oh, yay! What do you say guys?" Arizona asked.

"What are we hungry for?" Callie asked.

"Pizza!" They all yelled, including the dimpled blonde.

Callie mocked sighed at the request, "I guess we are going to Anthony's."

After a rowdy dinner at the kids' favorite pizza place, Anthony's, in which Callie had to tell the four to calm down, several times, they were back at Callie's house. The kids were bathed and already tucked in for the night, and Arizona had thoughts of joining them. She was exhausted.

She flopped down on the sofa, "How do you do it, Callie?"

Callie chuckled, "They aren't always that rambunctious. You got them all worked up. BoGo usually entertain each other, and Allie is normally pretty reserved. She likes to read, and play her games."

"Do you think they liked me?"

Callie joined the other woman on the couch, "They really liked you, Arizona." She took Arizona's hand in her own and kissed her knuckles. "You were perfect today."

Arizona pulled Callie in close, their noses almost touching. "You are always perfect," she said. Her eyes fluttered shut and she leaned in for a kiss. Callie pulled her in tighter and deepened the kiss, her hand gently rounded Arizona's neck and tangled in her straight, silky blonde hair. They kissed like that for several minutes. Soft and sweet, not taking it too far. When they pulled apart and opened their eyes they noticed they weren't alone anymore. Gus was standing there watching them, holding on tight to his little blanket, pacifier in his mouth.

Arizona's eyes went wide with panic at being caught, but Callie simply smiled.

"Hey, sweetie. What's wrong? Couldn't sleep?" Callie asked.

Angus shook his head 'no', then pulled the pacifier out of his mouth and said, "Up, pease?" he quickly placed the pacifier back in his mouth. Callie reached down and picked him up, and he immediately climbed from her lap onto Arizona's. He laid his small head on her chest, his eyes instantly going closed. Arizona's eyes met Callie's and a lump formed in her throat. Arizona gently kissed his blond hair, and held him tight.

Callie whispered, "I think somebody is already smitten with you. I knew they would love you. Just like I do."

Arizona could only nod, her heart was beating too hard to form words, a whole different kind of panic set in.

Arizona didn't stay that night with Callie, though the brunette told her it was okay, the kids would be fine if she was there in the morning, but she thought a little distance after just meeting them would be better. She wasn't quite ready to jump into role of stepmom, not that that's what Callie asked her to do. She had a moment of panic when Gus fell asleep on her, but she couldn't quite identify the source of her panic. She was the one that pushed to meet the kids, and it went fantastically well. Almost too well. Whatever it was that she was feeling, she needed to sort it quickly, she didn't want any kind of mixed feelings when it came to Callie's children. That wouldn't be fair to anyone.

The two women hadn't seen each other at all today. They had decided to come separately to Ellis Grey's memorial—they weren't exactly hiding their relationship from coworkers, but their boss's memorial was definitely not the proper place to advertise their newfound couple status.

Arizona stood by the entrance, people were streaming in, some in groups, some singly. She was getting a bit impatient waiting on the other woman. Callie was a little bit more cavalier about timeliness than Arizona was. She looked down at her phone to see if she had missed a text.

"Arizona?" came a tentative voice.

"Sam," Arizona looked up from her phone.

"Are you okay? You haven't been to work since…."

"Our plane almost crashed and you kissed me?"

"Yeah, uh… about that. I'm really sorry."

"I know you are," Arizona said honestly, and she believed it. "I'm sorry too. But, uh… I don't… I don't know if we can be friends anymore."

The other woman nodded, "Why?"

"I think you know why."

"Are you and Callie… together? Officially."

"What Callie and I are is between Callie and me. That has nothing to do with you."

"I know, I just… I understand. If I had known you and Callie were serious… I would have respected…"

"What? I told you last week that I was serious about Callie. Plus, me telling you pointblank that I wasn't interested in you wasn't enough?"

"No it was, I swear I just thought…."

"You thought you could change my mind?"

"Maybe?"

"You didn't respect my boundaries, Sam. That's why we can't be friends."

Samantha frowned, "So that's it then."

"Looks that way."

"Fine," Samantha said. She stomped off to find a seat before the memorial started.

Arizona shook her head and sighed.

"What's up with her?" Addison said as she walked up to the frustrated blonde.

"Addison!" Arizona smiled. "It's good to see you again. How was your flight?"

"It was fine," the redhead sighed. "Not as good as yours, I would imagine."

Arizona blushed, "What? Uh… what is that supposed to mean? Did Callie say something to you?"

"No, I just meant that we were flying with a newborn," Addison replied. "Was Callie supposed to tell me something?"

"What was I supposed to tell you?" Callie arrived just in time to catch the end of the conversation.

"Something about your flight up here," Addison replied. "Care to share?"

Callie looked at Arizona and grinned, "Really?"

"No, Callie," Arizona pleaded. "I just… It was a misunderstanding. No need to share."

"Okay, now I really need to know," Addison replied.

"What do you need to know?" Mark Sloan asked as he joined the others.

"Nothing!" Callie and Arizona both yelled, causing a few murmurs to go through the growing crowd.

"Geez, sorry I asked," Mark cringed. "I just wanted to come over and stand with the hottest women in the room and have some nice conversation."

"It's a funeral, Sloan," Arizona replied. "Keep it in your pants."

"Memorial," Callie corrected. "I don't do funerals."

"And I don't do dudes," Arizona countered. "So either way Sloan needs to keep it in his pants."

"Wow," Mark shook his head. "I was just saying hello, I don't know why you all are so grumpy. I'm going over to talk to the grieving family, hopefully I'll get a warmer reception."

Addison chuckled, "You guys handled him like… like you've known him for years."

"Well, I feel like he's been irritating me for years," Arizona replied.

"Is Dr. Wylie irritating you too?" Addison asked. "Mark's not the first person to walk away from you in a huff tonight."

"You were talking to Sam?" Callie asked, irritation now tinging her voice.

"Yes, I was… she just…," Arizona noticed the look on Callie face had changed. She was definitely irritated, hef jaw was clenched and she was looking away, breathing heavily out of her nose. "Wait, Callie… are you jealous?"

Callie set her jaw, not wanting to admit to jealousy.

"I've given you no reason to be jealous," Arizona started.

"Well, you're jealous of Mark Sloan for something that happened in another…," Callie stopped herself before saying 'universe'.

Addison's eyebrows shot up and she looked back and forth between the two women, "Wait… Callie, what happened between you and Mark Sloan?"

"Nothing," both Callie and Arizona shouted again, this time causing several people in the room to clear their throats.

"Oh, wow, trouble in paradise?" Addison whispered.

"No, there's no trouble," Callie said. "I just don't like that Samantha Wylie. End of story. Where is your baby daddy, anyway?"

"I thought I asked you to stop calling him that?"

"I will, when I can remember his name," Callie answered honestly. Her eyes suddenly went wide with shock, "Hey," she pointed toward the entrance, "Isn't that…?"

The other two women turned to look in the direction that Callie had pointed.

"Preston Burke," Addison answered. "And Erica Hahn will be sure to follow."

"What are they doing here?" Arizona asked. "The interviews don't start until Thursday."

"You are obviously not up on the art of schmoozing," Addison replied. "Any candidate for the job worth their salt will be here at the memorial. The board is here, it's the perfect opportunity to gain an advantage. It's why I left Jake," she looked pointedly at Callie, "and the baby at the hotel. So I could concentrate on sucking up."

"Oh god," Arizona swallowed hard. "That means…. Oh god, Callie… I'm not ready."

The jealousy and irritation of a few moments ago was quickly forgotten, and Callie went into support mode.

"What do you need from me?"

Arizona swallowed and looked around, "Stay by my side?"

"Always."

"We should go speak to the Webbers, then find our seats," Addison said. "We don't want to be milling about when the service starts."

The Webbers stood to the side of a giant portrait of Ellis Grey receiving condolences from guests. Richard was stoic, dressed in a dark suit, a daughter on each side. Meredith looked shell-shocked and angry, there was a darkness behind her eyes. The younger Webber, Maggie, who rebelled against her parents chosen profession and was doing a pathology residency—instead of surgery—at Boston Memorial, was present and appeared wracked with guilt.

While Addison spoke to Richard and Maggie, Callie and Arizona had moved on to give Meredith their condolences.

"Webber," Callie started. "I mean… Meredith, I'm so sorry for your loss. Is there anything I can do?"

Meredith shifted back and forth, she glanced over at her stepfather and sister, then seemed to come to a decision. "Uh… yeah, there is actually."

"Name it," Callie said.

"Me too," Arizona added. "Whatever you need."

"My, uh… sister died," Meredith whispered.

"What?" Callie looked toward Richard and Maggie.

"Not that one," Meredith shook her head. "I uh… just found out about her. She was… my dad, he…," she took a deep breath to compose herself. "She was alone…. And a junkie. She overdosed the morning my mother died. Both my mother and my newfound sister died while I was in Boise," she sniffed, then anger creeps back into her voice, "But… uh, she doesn't get to have a big memorial like this. Because she was a junkie and nobody cares about junkies. There's no one but me to mourn her. I just… would you come to Joe's later? Have a toast with me? I just… need some people to recognize that Lexie Grey existed. Please."

Callie's eyes went wide at the name. Genie was right. Death did hold a grudge. Alexandra Grey was meant to die in both universes. Callie's mind immediately went to Arizona and her fate, thankfully Genie had assured her that there would be no serious repercussions, as she wasn't fated to die, but she wondered if anyone else would have died as result of that crash… she glanced at Mark Sloan and a lump formed in her throat. The other Arizona had mentioned his injuries were grave, his condition dire… that he likely wouldn't have survived much longer. Was he next? Would death come for him too? Callie was staggered by the thought.

"We'll be there," Arizona answered for them both as Callie showed no sign of responding. "You can count on us."

"Thank you," Meredith exhaled. "It means a lot to me."

Arizona and Callie found a seat near the middle of the room. They had a good vantage point of the podium where friends and family would speak from, and more importantly, Arizona could keep her eyes on the door. Callie had gone quiet after speaking with Meredith, but wouldn't elaborate as to why. She just kept saying, 'We'll talk about it later.' Arizona was worried, but Callie assured her she was fine, just thinking. 'Overthinking,' she'd said. Arizona let it drop, because frankly she had other things on her mind.

Lauren Boswell. So far, she hadn't shown up at the memorial, but the rest of the candidates had. Arizona looked them over and sent up a silent prayer that Addison got the position. Burke was too arrogant, he thought way too much of himself, Arizona didn't want to deal with that. Erica Hahn was too much of a stickler for rules and regulations, which was normally something she would respect in a person, but Arizona had learned over the years that there were always exceptions to rules. They needed a chief with flexibility. Mark Sloan? Just the thought of him being her boss made her shudder in her seat, though she honestly had no specific reason to feel that way. She made a mental note to ask Callie about their interactions in the other universe, she had a feeling they were more extensive there, than here, and that was likely the cause of her involuntary dislike of the man she barely knew.

Arizona sighed. Callie was still distracted by her thoughts, her brows were furrowed and stared off into the distance. Arizona followed Callie's gaze and it led her straight to Mark Sloan. Arizona sighed again.

"I think he's going to die," Callie whispered.

"What?" Arizona's head shot around to face the other woman. Callie's face had softened and now she just looked sad. "Who?"

"Mark," Callie said. "He's going to die, Arizona, and there is nothing we can do about it."

"Callie… what…," Arizona started, but Callie jumped up and ran for the restroom, tears in her eyes.

Arizona stood up and made to follow, but was stopped in her tracks by a voice that made the fine hairs on the back of her neck prickle.

"Hello, stranger, is this seat taken?"