I do not own anything. The characters belong to Shonda Rhimes.

This story is AU.

Callie is a 32 year old married woman, a doctor, with a successful husband, and a beautiful 4 year old daughter. They seem to be the perfect family. Then, Arizona, an 18 year old struggling college student, was hired as their nanny. The family turned out to be not as perfect as everyone thought they were, and Callie might just find perfection in a certain young blonde.

A/N: This is my second story. Had this story cooking in my head for quite a while. I hope I can hear from you guys so I would know if I should continue it. Hoping for positive feedbacks. Don't worry, I am working on the next chapters for One True Love.

Arizona's POV

I plop down on my bed after a tiring day at school. I know my clothes are filthy, but I'm just so exhausted. I'm torn between sleeping, taking a shower, and eating; but, my stomach makes the decision for me as it violently grumbles in protest. I almost literally crawl to my makeshift kitchen. I live in a teeny tiny dorm room with a single bed, a table, a counter/cabinet, and a closet. On top of my counter/cabinet, there is an electronic kettle and a microwave. Inside my cabinet is an array of different cuisines, Chinese, Korean, Japanese, Thai, Indonesian, all in the form of instant ramen. I even have instant spaghetti if I'm up for some European.

I reach out into the cabinet full of my goodies, feeling a little bit adventurous by letting fate decide for me. I pull out a black packet with undecipherable writing, a picture of a smiling octopus sitting on a boiling pot with some chilies with the pot being engulfed by fire. It's cute but quite morbid.

"Guess it's Korean night," I murmur to no one in particular.

I fill up my electric kettle with water and get it started, then I grab my bowl and a pair of disposable chopsticks. While waiting for my water to boil, I quickly grab my towel thinking of having a quick shower before the entire floor decides to do as well. Yes, this dorm has a common bathroom for the entire floor, so it gets pretty crazy during peak hours especially in the morning.

I'm taking up Biology as pre-med in Barton University. It's actually an old prestigious university with lots of famous alumni. Pre-med is no joke, what more if I start med school; but my mom insisted on it. She said it's her childhood dream to become a doctor, but never had a chance to do so because she had me at an early age, so she's projecting her frustration to me. So here I am, amongst the rich and privileged, in the cheapest room available in campus, living off a scholarship and a very minimal stipend the university is giving me. I try to squeeze in some part time jobs here and there, but I still have to find a regular job.

I was about to turn the knob when my phone started ringing… Mom.

"Hey mom…" I say trying my best to hide the exhaustion in my voice.

"Hey baby, how have you been?," she says. I can hear people talking in the background and the the sound of muffled robotic voice over the PA. I guess mom is still at work. She's currently working 2 jobs, 1 of which is a ticket counter attendant in a train station.

"I'm great mom, about to have some dinner. How are you? I miss you." I say sincerely.

"I'm okay baby, are you eating well? I don't want to see anymore of that instant ramen in your cupboard again when I come to visit," she says in a nagging yet still endearing tone.

My mom worries, especially now that I am living away from her, 4 hours away to be more precise. I am her only child after all. She's also my best friend. She had me when she was 16 with her then boyfriend who ran for the hills when he found out my mom was pregnant. She's the strongest person I know, she finished high school after she had me, then started working multiple jobs at a time to raise me.

"Yes ma, I made myself some porridge tonight," I lied. Just a little white lie to not make her worry. I make do of what I have, so I usually have a tight budget. I don't want to burden her anymore, I know she would insist on giving me money if she finds out I am living off of fake noodles. Again.

"That's great baby. It's good that you're starting to cook…. I'm sorry hun but I have to go soon, I just called to see how you were and update you about that babysitting job I told you about," she says hurriedly.

"I hooked you up with my pre-school best friend Callie," she adds.

I try my best to stifle my laugh. It's adorable how my mom regards this friend of her as pre-school best friend like it's a thing. I've heard a lot about this Callie person before. My mom loves telling me again and again how they met. As my mom's story goes, she was in pre-school during the middle of the year when Callie, a much younger girl, joined their class. My mom was 6 at that time, and Callie was just 4 years old. My mom said Callie was a really smart kid, got accelerated a couple of times in pre-school and eventually landed in my mom's class. Being really young and relatively tiny, she was bullied a lot, but mom took a liking to this small brunette kid with thick glasses. Mom protected her from all the bullies, and proclaimed herself as Callie's best friend. They both dreamt of becoming doctors at that age. She and Callie were classmates until the 3rd grade until Callie moved away with her family. They stayed in touch anyway and would meet once in a while. Mom said Callie has helped her plenty of times especially when she was struggling eventually became a doctor, and instead of becoming jealous of her for reaching the dream they both had, mom was immensely proud of her friend. I believe I've met her once or twice, but I was still young then to remember her in detail. But I do know her name, Callie Torres, the world renowned orthopedic surgeon.

"I'll text you her address. She told me you can go there anytime this week so she can orient you then you can start next week," my mom shouts the phone. I can literally hear the rampage of the coming commuters who just got out of work.

"Give her a hug for me sweetie. I love you. Take care always," my mom says before she hung up.

"Wow, an orientation for a babysitting job, how hard can that be… I hope she's not much of a control freak." I say to myself.

I hear the bubbling of the water in the electric kettle. I guess I'll have to shower later.

Callie's POV

I hurriedly put on mascara, not even caring if I smudge some on my cheeks. I just got out of a 6 hour hip replacement, and now I'm running late for my husband's benefit gala. It would be quite the embarrassment if he arrives without me clinging on his arm.

My phone is buzzing incessantly, and I can see the perfect smile of my perfect husband on the screen. Gleaming pearly whites, short but flowing hair, a chiseled face, a groomed stubble. Richard Sloan was literally perfection, but maybe a little bit too perfect at times. My husband is the president of Sloan pharmaceuticals, and he is the brother of my best friend, and colleague, Mark.

Mark is off for the night and was gracious enough to take care of Sofia. Sometimes, I can't help but think that Mark spends more time with Sofia than Richard does, but of course, as Richard always says, it's for the business.

I just grab my heels and run downstairs. Richard is already in the car and I know that he's already growing impatient.

I enter the car while catching my breath.

"Glad you could make it," Richard snarls. He's always like this when things don't go his way. He gets pissed a lot at me, so most of the time he's like this snarky little brat, but I just brush it off because when he's in a good mood, he's actually very sweet.

"Paolo, let's go," Richard shouts to our driver, and the driver suddenly speeds off. I haven't gotten settled yet, and I have yet to put my heels on, but it doesn't matter if I get ratted like a pringle in a can as long as my husband gets what he wants.

I try my best to put on my strappy heels as our driver rages through the road. It's a difficult task but I get it done. What's putting on heels in a moving car? I do have million dollar hands. Figuratively and literally. It was Richard's idea to insure my hands for a million dollars. These hands did earn his company billions.

Sometimes I get to think if this marriage is an actual marriage or a business agreement. You see, I developed a technology that builds cartilage from artificial polymers. I patented this technology, then I further developed a technique that applies this technology in repairing torn ligaments and tendons especially in athletes. During the development phase of this cartilage of mine, Richard and I were still dating. When we got married, he wasted no time incorporating my technology into his pharmaceutical company, and his company funded my clinical trial for the technique that applies this said technology. It's actually a win win situation for the both of us. Then when my technique passed the trial phase, and was approved by the DFA, Health Department, and Orthopedic Society, Richard made sure that Orthopedic surgeons around the globe learned about this dynamic duo of cartilage and technique by sponsoring worldwide conferences and symposiums.

Now my name is known to the world of orthopedics thanks to my husband, and I really can't complain. Don't get me wrong, we love each other, and we're passionate about one another, but ever since the beginning of our relationship, it's always been about working together for good business. But now, after having Sofia, I want to divert both of our attention to making our family better. I guess my husband needs a little mor convincing.

Our car parks in front of the entrance to The Pavilion, the events place my husband rented out for this event. There are already people coming in, celebrities, athletes, doctors, business moguls, and there's paparazzi everywhere.

I've managed to fix myself in the car, and now I'm ready to plaster on a wide smile. Richard nods at me, and indication that we're about to exit the car. She opens the door and guides me out of the car.

It's show time.

A/N 2: This chapter is quite a bit short, but it's more of an introduction of both of the characters. I would love to hear from you guys.