I saw some sides for episode 10x12, and I thought of this. So be warned, this is mildly spoilery. To be fair though, it's mostly what I would like to see happen, so you know, it won't happen at all. This is the first part. (I wasn't intending it to be two parts, but I'm tired and won't be finishing it tonight due to the amount of horrible grammar/spelling mistakes I make when tired.) I hope you fellow Japril fans enjoy it. Keep hope alive.

"I object."

A quiet gasp rippled through the audience as a sea of eyes turned to stare in his direction. Jackson took a deep breath, as panic started to set in. What was he doing, he wondered. This wasn't what he had meant to do. This wasn't what he had planned to do. It wasn't even what he wanted to do. But here he was, standing before God and everyone objecting to April Kepner's pending nuptials.

He took a step back, rephrasing, "Maybe I don't object." The sea of eyes starting searching for an explanation. "It's more of an interruption," he stammered, then huffed out, "I just need a minute, and then you can all get back to this."

The crowd began a less than quiet murmur, as a familiar face popped up from the crowd. "Jackson, baby, what are you doing?" his mother asked, beginning to leave Dr. Webber's side in the pew to approach her son.

He rolled his eyes — of course his crazy mother would be here for this. Shaking his head, Jackson waved her away, a wave that said "Not now Mom" in the loudest way possible. He turned his attention up the aisle to the redhead in an impossibly beautiful and almost heart-breaking white dress. "April, I need to speak to you," he said, his eyes catching hers. "Just…" he began, "just one moment."

Her eyes opened wide, the way they always did when she was shocked. She looked over to Matthew — his mouth beginning to set in a rigid frown. "Jackson," she eeked out, "this really isn't the best —" but Jackson stopped her — his eyes so piercing even from the back of the church.

"April, I need this." And she had already let go of Matthew's hands.

"I'll just be a minute," she said quietly just to Matthew right before turning her body towards the back of the church. "I promise." And as she walked down the aisle, she added to the crowd, "This'll just be a minute . Don't move." She turned to look at Matthew's confused and saddened face. "I promise," she repeated.

Her heels clicked with each step, the sounds seemingly accentuating her annoyance as she reached the back of the church. "Jackson," she said, her mouth smiling, but her jaw slowly grinding in that perturbed defiance Jackson usually found cute, "what are you doing?" Each word sounding like its own sentence.

"I'm…" When he left the hospital, he knew what he was doing. He was just going to see if the wedding hadn't started yet. Maybe he could catch her in the dressing room, talk for a minute, but just as always, April's plans were right on schedule. Here she was — already dressed in white and down the aisle — and what exactly was he doing, he began to wonder. Why was he here?

"Jackson," she demanded quietly again, looking around sheepishly at all the eyes on them.

"I'm giving you a reason." He said it without thinking. It was the first thought in his head.

"What?" she asked, looking around again, and finally pushing him through the church's doors so those eyes would stop gawking.

He stumbled backwards, but stayed resolute as the doors closed behind them. "A reason," he repeated. "I'm giving you a reason not to marry Matthew." It sounded so good in his head, but the look on April's face was starting to make him regret his words.

"Jackson, no," she said, shaking her head, her eyes firmly planted on the ground, anywhere but him. Then, finally, she looked up. "It's too late," she said, playing with the ring on her left hand. "I made a commitment. I'm in the dress. We're in a church. It's too late." Her voice was strained and getting higher.

"I know that," he breathed forcefully, still keeping his voice down in case anyone had their ear to the door. That seemed like something someone would do, most likely his mother. "You don't think I know that?"

"Then, I'm confused," she said, her voice raising a little, clearly not as concerned as he was at the possibility of eavesdroppers. "What are you doing here with your objection or interruption or whatever you're doing?"

They stood there for a moment. Her eyes searching. His brain searching. "I lost my patient today," he finally said.

At that, her eyes softened, and for a moment she went from 'what the hell are you doing' April to 'concerned, I'm your friend' April. "I'm so sorry, Jackson," she began. Then she stopped. She exhaled a deep breath and her tone changed again, "I'm so sorry, but this isn't really the time or the place. I need to get back to—"

"He said something before his surgery," Jackson interrupted. "My patient said that if you need to say something, say it even if it won't change anything because you may not get the chance later. And that made me think of Mark."

"Jackson, people are waiting," she said, her voice halfway between anxious and exasperated. "I know you loved Mark, but this really isn't—"

And that's when he realized that if he was going to do this, he wasn't going to be able to allow her to interrupt him with logic. Logic like 'I'm getting married right now' or 'People are waiting' or 'You have the worse timing ever' so he trudged ahead, talking right over her. "Before Mark died, he told me that if you love someone, you tell them. Even if you're scared, you tell them. Even if it will cause problems, even if it would burn your life to the ground." He took a step towards her. "And you know what, I was going to, or at least begin the conversation, but when I showed up at Joe's, you're weren't there." He looked up at her. "You broke my heart, April, when you weren't there," and her breath hitched in her throat. "I thought that I would just get over it, that I would just get over you, but then you came back from Moline and I couldn't stay away from you." He smiled, and laughed a small laugh, until it turned sad. "But then you broke my heart again."

This time, April took a step closer. "Jackson, I didn't—"

"No," he said, continuing to talk over her. "No, April, I just need to say this, even if it doesn't change anything, I need to say this." He was close enough know that he could reach for her hand, and for a moment he thought he shouldn't out of propriety. She was engaged to another man after all, but given the situation, he threw etiquette out the window.

Her hand was small and soft, just has he remembered, and he relished in the small sound that escaped her throat when he first touched her. He looked into her eyes, probably for the first time in a long time and said, "I know Matthew's perfect. Trust me, I know. And I know you can picture the white fence and the beautiful children and family Christmases at church, but I love you." He squeezed her hand, and he thought his saw the formation of a tear in her eye. He wasn't really sure what that meant, so he just kept going. "I keep trying not to, but I love you. No matter what I do, I love you, and if there's even a small part of you that really wanted a reason a few months ago, please don't marry him." He hated his desperation, but at least he was being honest. It felt good to be honest. "If there's just a tiny part of you that wondered today what life would be like if this was us," he continued, "in a field," he smiled, "with butterflies," his voice was breaking, but he didn't dare stop, "then don't marry him." He pulled her towards his, wrapping his arms around her small frame. His lips close to her hair. "Please, just don't marry him," he pleaded.