So, I usually write and post short little one shot prompts to my tumblr; averylovesapril, but someone asked me if I could repost them on to here so they were easier to read/find! So this is basically just a collection of one shots I've written on tumblr and I plan to add more once I get a chance!
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Prompt: Could you write the finale from Jackson's point of view?
His mother always said. For as long as he remembered, she would always say it. Repeat it. Whether she was saying it to him, or to a friend, or whispering it under her breath when something horrendous came on the news. She always said it. So he always remembered. He always promised to use it in his life.
'Good people raising their babies right, that's how the world changes.'
That pat phrase was one he always repeated, as soon as he learned he was going to be a father. He said it with Samuel, even when he lost Samuel. He said it when he found about this baby, and every time he thought about the idea of him raising a child. It comforted him, put his mind at ease, he was a good person, and he could do it, he could raise his baby the right way. He could change the world. But now, in this moment. He hates that phrase. It offers him no comfort, no help, it only creates a deep overwhelming fear in the pit of his stomach, because it didn't matter how good of person he was. It didn't matter how right he raised their child. It didn't matter that he had the opportunity to change the world, it didn't matter. None of it mattered, because he knew in that moment, he couldn't raise a child without her.
Her screams were repeating in his head, over and over, she was so scared and in so much pain. He felt cruel for not trusting Ben, but he couldn't. Every time Jackson felt himself trust him he remembered Ben killed a child. And a mother. He killed a mother.
And now here he was, he tried his best, to calm her, to be there for her, but now the line was cut off. Now any communication he had with her was gone. And this were this pain in his gut this deep burning pain when he thought about how he just has to beg Ben to save both of them. Beside him, Arizona was trying to reconnect the call as a tense but calm Bailey began making calls, to god knows who. "Jackson." Arizona snapped, waking Jackson from his daze, "Did you hear Bailey? They've got an ambulance, with her, they're directing her here. We are going to wait at the ambulance bay, and we will work from there, okay?" Arizona droned out, explaining to Jackson at patting his back as if he was a child. Jackson's mind was elsewhere, as he struggled to focus on Arizona's words, he nodded his head, as the two, with Bailey following close behind, still attempting to make phone calls.
As Arizona decided to prep an OR for April, Jackson and Bailey waited for the ambulance. Jackson expected a million thoughts to be racing through his head, his mind moving non-stop with every possibility, for him to have constant outlook on the fate of his child and his - April. That's what he supposed would happen, when the worst is happening, you expect it to get even worse, that's what he thought would happen. Yet, here he was waiting for an ambulance which carried his possibly dying ex-wife and child, and he was just blank. He was frozen. He couldn't think about anything. He wasn't going to get hopeful, because hope is dangerous, because if things do crash and burn, it'll be even worse to fall from the high hopes, so you think, maybe it's better to be completely negative, believe the worst possible scenario, just so you can experience that adrenalin from a good outcome. That's what he believed, that he would think the worse, would have no faith or hope, unlike her, she would, well he thought in this situation he would be thinking the worse, you'd think he'd at least be thinking about something. But he wasn't, his mind was blank, he heard no sounds, his vision was focused on where the ambulance would arrive, the thought on his head seemed to be timer, it was as if everything was moving in slow motion. Everything was so still, even with all the movement all around him, all the chaos, his mind was still, blank, empty. All at a pause.
The red and blue lights blinding his eyes, his minds only thought was move. Slowly everything began to un-pause, as he moved towards the ambulance, as the doors swung open, and he saw her lying there, practically lifeless, as he saw how all attention surrounded her, helping her breathe, fixing her wounds, saving her life, he had to scream her name, it was his only thought nothing else, he couldn't think about anything else, just her, as he grabbed the ambu bag, rested his hand on her head, anything he could do was for her, because in the moment she was his only thought.
From everything being still, paused, dead, just moments ago, everything was now moving so quickly, so rapidly. She was pulled away from him, to an OR, and it let him stop, let him breathe, and he finally thought about someone else. Bailey pulled on his arm, leading him away from the OR, "She'll be okay." She whispered. "Meet your daughter."
A small gurgle was erupting from the tiny person, as Jackson took her into his arms, a small gasp fell from his mouth as he took in all her details, she had these soft, chubby cheeks decorated with her mom's dimples and his freckles, her nose and mouth reminded him of April's, as they sleekly spread across her face, her eyes locked onto his and he was met with her pretty mixture brown green eyes that was molded perfectly from her parents. her skin was similar to his and she seemed to have a soft glow surrounding her tiny body. She was perfect. "You look just like your momma." He whispered to her, as she grabbed onto her fathers finger. "I love you, baby. Me and your mom, we love you so much." He whispered down her again. Bailey watched down in awe, as Jackson sat down on a gurney, fearing still churning through his stomach at the thought of April's fate, till Bailey assured that she was okay, that she was safe, that she was nearly out of surgery, and it he felt a deep feeling of relief spread through him as he completely agreed with what Bailey said to him, she's got a strong mother.
Jackson went to wait in April's room with their daughter in tow, as they moved April out of post op. Arizona promised him the surgery went well, that there would be no long term deficits. That she was lucky. Sitting on a couch in April's room, he looked down at their daughter, she had latched onto his thumb and was making a constant string of new sounds which made Jackson's heart beat harder every time. "Hi, baby girl. You're gonna make me a promise okay? You have to do this for me, because I promised someone else this, but I guess I forgot, I let it go, and I ruined everything. So you got to promise me this, If you love someone, you tell them. Even if you're scared that it's not the right thing. Even if you're scared that it'll cause problems. Even if you're scared that it will burn your life to the ground, you say it, and you say it loud and you go from there. You've got to do that, you've got to stand up, and fight for love, even though I didn't, I let her go, don't ever let anyone you love go, okay?"
Hearing the door open, Jackson snapped up his head, watching as April tilted her head up from the bed she was being rolled in on, a glow practically surrounding her and a small smile was spread across her face.
"April, meet our daughter."