Oops. Looks like I started another fic without finishing the last one (I'm starting to sense a trend here...). BUT IT'S OK. It's a different couple this time! For some reason I just started to actively ship April and Alex together and the result is this. Anyways, enjoy! If any of you are interested in following my Grey's tumblr, just PM me! Don't forget to review on the way out!

Alex took another swig of his beer and glanced around the room. Most of Bailey's family had left the reception area, presumably to go off and search for the missing bride. It was Yang who figured out she was at the hospital. In Alex's opinion it should have been the first place they looked before everyone jumped to conclusions and Ben went on his little rampage. Once Adele's condition had been revealed he, along with Meredith and a handful of others dashed back to Seattle Grace but Alex decided to stick around the reception. Maybe Bailey had a hot cousin.

He slouched in his seat and stared at the red tablecloth and sickeningly festive centrepiece. The intern sat across from him, glaring. Alex sneered at her. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Avery and Edwards chatting it up and flirting at the half empty round table next to them.

"That didn't take long," he mumbled to himself and took another drink.

"Shut up, Stephanie is great," Jo said.

Alex rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I know. I requested her on my service but she chose Yang so I got stuck with you."

"Whatever," she said and stood abruptly from the table, "I'm cabbing home."

"Good riddance," he muttered under his breath as she left his peripheral vision. The dance floor was empty, save for a handful of kids and a really elderly couple dancing to the swing band Ben hired. The reception hall was slowly emptying and Alex considered joining in and just cabbing it himself. From what he could see Jackson wasn't going to be leaving alone.

"Aw, your date left," April plopped down into the chair next to him clumsily.

"So did yours,"Alex bit back a snarky remark, "and she wasn't my date, just an idiot intern."

"He left already. Said he didn't feel comfortable sticking around for a reception with no bride or groom," Kepner said, "and she can't be that bad."

"She's violent with patients, abrasive and I generally can't stand to be around her," he grumbled.

April gave him a weird look. "You don't see it, do you?"

"See what?"

"Oh my God, she's you," April laughed, "she's literally you like, three years ago."

He wrinkled his nose in disgust. "She is not," he insisted.

Alex waited for a quick retort but Kepner remained silent. He followed her gaze past Avery's now empty table, to Avery himself leaving the reception hall with his hand on the small of the intern's back. He tried to find some comforting words to offer but he had nothing so Alex maintained the awkward silence that fell between them.

As if synchronised, both raised their drinks to find them empty. "I'll go get the next round," April mumbled staring at her empty glass, "they'll probably be shutting the bar down soon." She shuffled off before he could say anything.

The comforting notes of the band beginning the song "The Way You Look Tonight" reached his ears and he tapped a few of his fingers along. When April returned to the table and set down the drinks, he jumped up for his chair. Alex offered her his hand.

She glanced at his hand and back up at him, a confused smile adorning her face. "What are you doing?"

"Just come on," he rolled his eyes. Kepner timidly took his hand and was led out onto the dance floor. The kids had dissipated after the last upbeat song ended, so it was just them and the elderly couple left. April gingerly placed one hand on his shoulder and felt goosebumps when Alex placed his on her back.

"I didn't know you danced," she said, breaking the silence.

Alex shrugged. "Shut up and dance," he said. Mostly he didn't want to have to explain he learned to dance as a surprise for Izzie. He was going to take her out for a fancy night of dancing and drinks but she left Seattle three days before he had planned their romantic evening.

They swayed casually, nothing elaborate or anything, just allowing their minds to wander and enjoy the music. Alex wouldn't admit it to anyone but he loved jazz and swing, and was determined to get the contact information of the band in case he ever needed to hire them for a large event. Maybe another wedding if it ever came up.

Somehow throughout the song, the pair had inched closer together. Alex could smell the alcohol on her breath mingling with a light peach-y smell, presumably some hair product or something. He cringed when he realized aside from a layer of deodorant from the morning, he hadn't put on anything to cover up his natural body smells. April could tell. It wasn't particularly strong but his mansweat found its way to her nostrils. She didn't mind too much.

The band played out the last few notes of the song and the lead singer announced because there was no reception, the hotel was preparing to take down the event. April looked up at Alex and smiled.

"Thank you," she said.

He shrugged. "Whatever."

"You can let go of my hand now," April suggested. He dropped her hand suddenly and took a step back.

"I'll call a cab. I came with Avery and neither of us should be driving," he said.

April nodded in agreement. "There's hope for Wilson," she said softly.

"Huh?" he grunted.

"I mean, if she's you a few years ago…just look at how you turned out. There's hope for her yet," April said and offered a shy smile before returning to the table to retrieve her clutch. She pulled out her phone and dialled the cab company.

The cab ride wasn't a long one and before she knew it she was on the sidewalk in front of her apartment building. April flicked the lights on and walked over to her docking station, spinning the little white circle on her old iPod until she reached her Michael Buble playlist. She was in a jazz-y kind of mood tonight.

Sway started playing as she unzipped her dress, dancing while she pulled it off. Before April knew it she was dancing around her apartment in her underwear. She hated to admit it, but she wore her lacy black and purple ones, just in case something happened with Jackson. Who was she kidding…she was 100% sure they were going to hook up in the coat room despite their dates. April cringed just thinking about what Jackson and Edwards were doing at that moment.

The iPod switched songs and The Way You Look Tonight came floating out of her speakers. She smiled to herself and picked up her dress from the floor to put back in her closet. April found herself humming along. As she reached to put the dress back in its place, she caught a whiff of Alex's musky mansweat smell and her stomach fluttered precariously. For a moment she held the hanger in midair, remembering the lovely dance she had with a lovely man.

Suddenly her eyes flew wide open and she tossed the hanger into the closet as if it burned her hand. The dress landed on the floor and crumpled, but April paid no mind. She slammed the door shut and retreated to her bed, staring at her closet in horror. Her calves hit her mattress and she half sat, half fell on her freshly washed sheets.

"Oh no," she said and her hands flew up to the sides of her temples, "this is not happening, this is not happening, this. Is. Not. Happening."

Her heart was beating wildly in her chest and she felt her cheeks flush. "Oh no," she moaned and flopped down onto her pillow. Maybe she could suffocate herself.

As she contemplated the repercussions of throwing herself off the roof of the hospital, her phone started buzzing from her clutch. Reluctantly she pulled herself off her bed to check her phone.

It was a short text from Meredith.

Adele died in OR. Having thing for Webber at Joe's. Come.

April stared longingly at her sweatpants hanging out of the drawer for a moment before taking a deep breath and pulling her only black dress from her closet. After pulling it on and seeing her reflection in the mirror she worried it would be too casual or depressing. Meredith didn't exactly provide a dress code. Was it a wake type situation? Was it a celebration of life? Should she be wearing something peppy? April frowned and decided she was overthinking things again. Joe's wasn't far from her place so she opted to walk there. The whether wasn't too bad, a little chilly but nothing she couldn't handle.

Joe's bar was packed when she arrived. She recognized most of the people there from the hospital, the majority of them had taken the day off to go to the wedding but had somehow ended right back at Joe's. April pushed her way over to the bar. On one end she saw Jackson and Stephanie wearing the same attire (albeit crumpled attire) they wore to the wedding. April wrinkled her nose at the thought of them doing it in his car. "Ew," she shook her head hoping the thoughts would fly out.

At the other end Alex sat alone. Her stomach fluttered again. "Shh, stop it," she instructed to her middle. A nurse passing by gave her a strange look and April smiled at her until she was out of sight. She didn't spot Meredith or Cristina so she shuffled over to Alex somewhat reluctantly and sat on the barstool beside him.

"Well," she said nervously, "this feels familiar." She nodded to the other end of the bar where Jackson had started making out with the intern.

Alex stared at his bottle of beer, once again at a loss for words.

"Do you think he's doing it to bother me?" April asked with a slight frown. They were really going at it. "Honestly is that seriously appropriate behaviour for a wake?"

"Is this a wake?" Alex said, "Mer just said to come, so I'm here. And who cares what Avery does, you're broken up, right?"

April nodded.

"So, do you want to get back together?"

"I-no…? I don't think so," she said.

"Then let him live his life and you live yours, you can't just lay claim to a guy then do nothing about it," he pulled the label off his beer.

"But-"

"For God's sake Kepner, stop whining!" he said.

She was taken aback. This wasn't the same Alex from earlier. "I liked you better when you were dancing," she glared.

"Same goes for me because you weren't talking," he downed the rest of his drink and left.

She watched him walk out the door. "That makes things easier," she said quietly to herself.

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