Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the characters I made up.

This fic came about when I remembered Beth was a second grade teacher. What would happen if Owen's kid ended up in her class? I'm in school to be an elementary school teacher and I thought it would be fun to write this fic.

Beth Moore, formerly Beth Whitman, looked around her classroom with a smile. It was all decorated, set up, and ready for the new school year. The books where organized and neat on the bookshelf in the reading area but she knew they wouldn't stay that way for long. The reading area consisted of two bean bag chairs, a small couch that could hold three second graders but maybe one and a half adults, and a colorful rug all surrounded on three sides with small bookcases.

All the supplies were in clear drawers and labeled so the students could find them easily. The desks were grouped in six groups of four making two columns of three groupings in the middle of the room. Each desk would have a nametag with the student's name neatly written with teacher printing and taped to the top of the desk. Each student would also receive a pencil box, an eight pack of crayons, three pencils and a small pencil sharpener to begin the year with.

The overhead projector was ready to be used, transparencies all clean and ready, sitting next to a new pack of overhead markers and a small spray bottle for water. The white board was once again white and had colorful markers ready to be used throughout the day.

The bulletin boards were decorated with colorful paper and fun borders. The calendar for the month of September was already up on the bulletin board next to the white board and the September birthdays were posted.

Around the room were various posters of facts, and different things they may want to know. The alphabet bordered the top of the white board.

Beth savored the quiet, the neat, the orderly fashion of her room. It wouldn't stay that way for long but it was worth it. It was sort of like her kids' bedrooms. Her six year old and three year old would go into their nice, clean, picked up bedrooms and soon everything would be out of order once more. But they learned as they played and that was more important than everything being neat. That's how she felt about her classroom. The kids and their learning trumped having a clean room.

She sat down at her desk with the class list, a pile of nametags - which had a number line, some measurements they would need to know, basic shapes, and colors - and a marker and began writing each student's name on a nametag: Megan Allen, Abby Carson, Daniel Cross, Michael Davidson and so on. Colin Harrison, Jacob Horn. The next name definitely caught her attention. It couldn't be, could it? No. There were tons of elementary schools in and around Seattle.

She shook her head and laughed at herself for getting that feeling, that nervous feeling after all this time and wrote the next name on the nametag.

Mia Hunt.

Let me know what you thought. I'll post another chapter soonish.