Calling Arizona
Title: Calling Arizona
Author: walking_weapon
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Any resemblance to real people/places etc. is incidental, characters aren't mine and no profit was made.
Summary: Arizona is less than pleased with the State of Arizona's "Papers Please" Bill.
AN: I think this would probably be Arizona's reaction too, but honestly it's my reaction. Of course I had a few more swear words and name calling involved in my reaction.
“Ug! I’m changing my name!” Arizona cries from the living room.
“Ah…why?” I ask curiously from the kitchen where I’m cooking our dinner.
“Because the idiot law makers in that fine state think racial profiling is perfectly ok and legal.” Arizona huffs as she walks into the kitchen.
“What are you talking about?” I ask, no less confused than I was a few seconds ago.
“Arizona passed an immigration bill that gives police the power to stop anyone they want and demand proof of immigration or citizenship. The only grounds they need are the reasonable suspicion that someone is an illegal immigrant. I mean ‘reasonable suspicion? What the hell does that mean?” She rants; furrowing her brow in the adorable way she does when she’s frustrated.
“That has to be the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. What is this Nazi Germany?” I scoff in disbelief.
“Exactly!” She exclaims, as she sits down at the breakfast bar and steals a gulp of my wine.
“I mean what do they think is going to happen? Every cop with a chip on his shoulder is going to be pulling over anyone who looks Mexican left, right and center. I mean am I going to have to carry my passport if I ever go to Arizona?” I ask incredulously.
Sure illegal immigration is a problem, but this is just silly, not to mention undemocratic and probably illegal. More than that it’s just plain wrong as far as I’m concerned, and I can tell Arizona feels the same way.
“My point exactly. So ya, I pretty much hate my name right now.” She sighs, taking another drink of my wine. Wow, she must really be annoyed by this if she’s drinking my red wine, I muse. Turning off the stove I grab a bottle of white wine and pour a glass. Handing the glass to Arizona I slide onto the stool beside her and steal my glass back.
“I’m pretty fond of your name so how about you quit bashing it?” I ask, lightheartedly. Arizona rolls her eyes and smiles slightly so I take that as a good sign. I reach over and stroke her thigh gently, something I know soothes her.
“This is really bothering you huh?” I ask softly when I notice the slight frown she still has.
“Ya it is.” She sighs, rubbing the back of her neck, a sure sign that she’s tense.
“Here.” I say softly. Placing my wine on the counter I pull her hand away and replace it with both of mine. Shifting so I’m standing behind her, I see her visibly relax as I start gently massaging her neck and shoulders.
“You’re amazing.” Arizona sighs, letting her head loll forward.
“I love you.” I whisper, placing a kiss on her exposed neck. She leans back into me as I keep gently caressing her shoulders and working out knots as I find in them. We stay like that for a while; just enjoying the closeness and intimacy we so rarely get to share.
“My brother didn’t serve to protect Arizona’s right to pass racist laws.” Arizona says suddenly, breaking the silence and turning to look at me. I look at her in surprise as she mentions her brother. We’ve only talked about him a handful of times; it’s not something she’s able to talk about easily.
“He served to protect freedom and equality and justice. He served so we could sleep safely in our beds. He didn’t go fight and sacrifice and die because he believed in a country that did stupid shit like this!” Arizona cries as she bursts into tears. I instantly gather her into my arms and hold her tightly as she sobs. I rock her slightly and whisper soothing words of nonsense in her ear, trying to calm her down even as I ache at the pain she’s clearly in.
Eventually Arizona stops sobbing, but she keeps clinging to me tightly. I hug her back just as tightly and rub gentle circles on her back. I feel at a complete loss as to what to say to ease her pain. I can’t even imagine what it must be like to know that your brother died to protect a country that can then turn around and allow the passage of laws that go against everything he sacrificed for. I’m saved from my internal musings when Arizona pulls back a little bit and looks up at me.
“I’m sorry I…I don’t know what-” She stutters, but I stop her by pressing a finger to her lips.
“Don’t apologize.” I say firmly, reaching up to gently cup her face in my hands. “You have nothing to apologize for. Your brother was a brave honorable man who died to protect what he loved. Those idiots in Arizona are trampling on that sacrifice and his memory, you’re allowed to get pissed off about that.” I tell her tenderly, hoping my words hold some meaning for her.
“Thank you.” She whispers, lifting her hands to cover mine. We stare into each other’s eyes for what feels like an eternity, communicating more than words ever could.
“I wish you could have met him. I think you guys would have really liked each other.” She sighs sadly.
“Me too.” I murmur. “I still can though, if…if you want…you could tell me about him.” I suggest tentatively. Her eyes tear up but she’s smiling as she takes my hand and leads me to the couch.
“What did you want to know first?” She asks, as she pulls me down beside her.
“How about you start with what you guys were like growing up?” I ask, as I wrap my arm around her shoulder so she can snuggle against my side.
“Alright. He was five years older than me, but…”
Author: walking_weapon
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Any resemblance to real people/places etc. is incidental, characters aren't mine and no profit was made.
Summary: Arizona is less than pleased with the State of Arizona's "Papers Please" Bill.
AN: I think this would probably be Arizona's reaction too, but honestly it's my reaction. Of course I had a few more swear words and name calling involved in my reaction.
“Ug! I’m changing my name!” Arizona cries from the living room.
“Ah…why?” I ask curiously from the kitchen where I’m cooking our dinner.
“Because the idiot law makers in that fine state think racial profiling is perfectly ok and legal.” Arizona huffs as she walks into the kitchen.
“What are you talking about?” I ask, no less confused than I was a few seconds ago.
“Arizona passed an immigration bill that gives police the power to stop anyone they want and demand proof of immigration or citizenship. The only grounds they need are the reasonable suspicion that someone is an illegal immigrant. I mean ‘reasonable suspicion? What the hell does that mean?” She rants; furrowing her brow in the adorable way she does when she’s frustrated.
“That has to be the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. What is this Nazi Germany?” I scoff in disbelief.
“Exactly!” She exclaims, as she sits down at the breakfast bar and steals a gulp of my wine.
“I mean what do they think is going to happen? Every cop with a chip on his shoulder is going to be pulling over anyone who looks Mexican left, right and center. I mean am I going to have to carry my passport if I ever go to Arizona?” I ask incredulously.
Sure illegal immigration is a problem, but this is just silly, not to mention undemocratic and probably illegal. More than that it’s just plain wrong as far as I’m concerned, and I can tell Arizona feels the same way.
“My point exactly. So ya, I pretty much hate my name right now.” She sighs, taking another drink of my wine. Wow, she must really be annoyed by this if she’s drinking my red wine, I muse. Turning off the stove I grab a bottle of white wine and pour a glass. Handing the glass to Arizona I slide onto the stool beside her and steal my glass back.
“I’m pretty fond of your name so how about you quit bashing it?” I ask, lightheartedly. Arizona rolls her eyes and smiles slightly so I take that as a good sign. I reach over and stroke her thigh gently, something I know soothes her.
“This is really bothering you huh?” I ask softly when I notice the slight frown she still has.
“Ya it is.” She sighs, rubbing the back of her neck, a sure sign that she’s tense.
“Here.” I say softly. Placing my wine on the counter I pull her hand away and replace it with both of mine. Shifting so I’m standing behind her, I see her visibly relax as I start gently massaging her neck and shoulders.
“You’re amazing.” Arizona sighs, letting her head loll forward.
“I love you.” I whisper, placing a kiss on her exposed neck. She leans back into me as I keep gently caressing her shoulders and working out knots as I find in them. We stay like that for a while; just enjoying the closeness and intimacy we so rarely get to share.
“My brother didn’t serve to protect Arizona’s right to pass racist laws.” Arizona says suddenly, breaking the silence and turning to look at me. I look at her in surprise as she mentions her brother. We’ve only talked about him a handful of times; it’s not something she’s able to talk about easily.
“He served to protect freedom and equality and justice. He served so we could sleep safely in our beds. He didn’t go fight and sacrifice and die because he believed in a country that did stupid shit like this!” Arizona cries as she bursts into tears. I instantly gather her into my arms and hold her tightly as she sobs. I rock her slightly and whisper soothing words of nonsense in her ear, trying to calm her down even as I ache at the pain she’s clearly in.
Eventually Arizona stops sobbing, but she keeps clinging to me tightly. I hug her back just as tightly and rub gentle circles on her back. I feel at a complete loss as to what to say to ease her pain. I can’t even imagine what it must be like to know that your brother died to protect a country that can then turn around and allow the passage of laws that go against everything he sacrificed for. I’m saved from my internal musings when Arizona pulls back a little bit and looks up at me.
“I’m sorry I…I don’t know what-” She stutters, but I stop her by pressing a finger to her lips.
“Don’t apologize.” I say firmly, reaching up to gently cup her face in my hands. “You have nothing to apologize for. Your brother was a brave honorable man who died to protect what he loved. Those idiots in Arizona are trampling on that sacrifice and his memory, you’re allowed to get pissed off about that.” I tell her tenderly, hoping my words hold some meaning for her.
“Thank you.” She whispers, lifting her hands to cover mine. We stare into each other’s eyes for what feels like an eternity, communicating more than words ever could.
“I wish you could have met him. I think you guys would have really liked each other.” She sighs sadly.
“Me too.” I murmur. “I still can though, if…if you want…you could tell me about him.” I suggest tentatively. Her eyes tear up but she’s smiling as she takes my hand and leads me to the couch.
“What did you want to know first?” She asks, as she pulls me down beside her.
“How about you start with what you guys were like growing up?” I ask, as I wrap my arm around her shoulder so she can snuggle against my side.
“Alright. He was five years older than me, but…”