Arizona was coming down in the lift from the third floor where she'd left April. Hopefully in time she'd get there and at least now she knew how April was feeling she could keep an eye on her.

As she stepped out of the lift a hand grabbed her arm from behind and pushed in the store room next door. Turning around in alarm to see what was happening she saw Jackson stood facing her. He had his back to the door blocking her exit.

"What the hell man" Arizona exclaimed.

"I just saw you and April go up to the third floor. I know something's going on and she wont talk to me. Please Arizona I'm Harriet's dad I need to know, I just want to help".

"Look she's staying at mine for a few days alright I'll look after her".

"Why is she staying at yours. Is she safe, should she be having Harriet? Jackson asked in alarm.

"Of course she is she'd never hurt Harriet, you know that" Arizona responded quickly, the last thing April needed is to not see Harriet.

"Then why is she at yours. And why didn't she come to me if she needed to be with anyone- she should have come straight here I was her husband for God's sake".

"I know that, and I've tried to tell her but maybe you can't be that person for her right now as much as you want to be. I'm sorry I know it's frustrating just give her some time ok. I promise you, I've got this".

Jackson just nodded. In truth he couldn't understand why April shut him out. Although they were divorced she was still the first person he'd go to if he was hurting. Why couldn't she do the same?

"She will come back to you Jackson" Arizona said approaching him at the door.

He hesitated for a second then moved aside so she could leave; what more was there to say.

He just had to hope Arizona was right.

The Robbins' house fell into a steady rhythm after a few days of April staying. After picking Sofia up from school Arizona would play with Sofia while April cooked dinner. Although Arizona had tried to suggest she didn't need to she knew April could never have been happy if she felt she wasn't being helpful. Plus, she was a much better cook, a fact Sofia remarked on one night at dinner in a child's typically undiplomatic way. Sofia also loved the nights Harriet stayed playing with her like she was one of her dolls.

On a night Arizona tried to assess how April was doing glancing at her out of the corner of her eye in what she thought was a subtle way. It apparently wasn't as April eventually told her to stop staring. Although she didn't talk about the sessions she was having they seemed to be helping.

For her part April liked staying at Arizona's. It was harder to be down with a child as joyful as Sofia around. She tried not to let Arizona's obvious concern grate on her too much. At least she'd stopped the staring even if she hadn't reinstated the spirits from wherever she'd stashed them.

This particular Thursday they were treated to a preview of Sofia's upcoming performance. After enjoying the adulation from her audience she'd taken ages to cajole upstairs. Eventually she went, and the two women were left alone downstairs on the sofa.

"Arizona" April started tentatively.

"mhm"

"I'm going to go back to mine. Not that I'm not grateful but I can't stay here forever."

"You sure" Arizona queried. Part of her worried that they'd return to the dangerous drunken evenings.

" You're welcome to stay as long as you want I mean as we both know I'm always open to two girlfriends" she said with a wink in reference to April's comment a few days ago.

"Ha ha" April said drily. "I'm sure, I know you're going to worry about me but I'm ok"

Arizona smiled "but you talk to me this time don't shut me out ok?"

"ok" April agreed.

Arizona felt the time was probably right to raise the subject again. "You should talk to Jackson too, he wants to help".

April didn't say anything but that was an improvement.

Getting up she touched Arizona's shoulder "I'm going to go pack" she smiled.

"Oh, and if you miss the show next week there'll be hell to pay" Arizona instructed.

"Understood- you don't mess with a Robbins, definitely not two of them".

At work the next day she found Amelia outside Kimmie's room looking through the window despondently.

"Hey" April prompted nervously.

"Hey" Amelia replied with a smile.

"I'm so sorry about what I said" April started

"Don't worry about it" Amelia responded.

"No, it was cruel you were trying to be kind and I threw it in your face. And you're not a junkie – I mean you're an addict, but you know well you're a recovering …"

Amelia put her hands on April's shoulders to stop her babbling.

"The last person who called me a junkie was my friend Charlotte in LA. I was her maid of honour, she said we were junkie BFFs. When she tried to be kind to me and help when I was back on drugs I threw her rape in her face. Junkie seems mild in comparison".

April opened her mouth to protest but Amelia jumped in first.

"You were hurting I know it wasn't you. Stop beating yourself up you're a good person". She headed off down the corridor and called back to April with a smirk "I only have the best for my power of attorney so let's pick it up Kepner".

April thought wryly I'm going to take that as apology accepted. She followed Amelia down the corridor and thought there was more conversation she needed to have.

It was the end of her shift and she was just preparing to collect Harriet from day-care.

"April" Jackson said as he approached April.

"Hey" April replied.

Jackson looked to be considering what to say but April asked the first question.

"Do you want to get that coffee now?".