Flight rewritten

Summary: Okay, so I'm obsessed with Avery. What can I say, he's hot. So I always feel like whenever anything happens on the show Avery his always pushed to the side of the plot line. Well, I decided I'm bringing Avery to the forefront. This is my rewrite of Flight where Avery is on the plane.

Author's note: For all you Avery lover's I say enjoy. For all those who love any of the other characters, well, you can enjoy too, but seriously..why don't you love Avery?

Disclaimer: So don't cry, I'm about to tell you something I know might be quite devastating; are you ready? Have you braced yourself for some really awful news? Okay...so...(whipping away tears)...I don't own Grey's Anatomy. Someone told me yesterday...it was...it was devastating, but when I heard I didn't own Avery...I...well I thought my life just be over.

Chapter 1

"Avery!" A voice called out from behind him, dragging Jackson away from his thoughts of April. Ever since the boards, her face, her eyes, they seemed to invade ever sense of his being. He couldn't get away from her and though he tried to push thoughts over her into the back of his mind, the decision of where to go for his fellowship seemed to revolve around April. When he thought of Tulane, he thought about how far away from her he might be. He wouldn't be able to see those eyes, hear her laugh, or create that beautiful blush he loved so much. "Avery!" that voice again…Sloan, what did he want?

"Yup?" asked Avery of his boss, still not completely out of his trance.

"You're coming to Boise," said Sloane. It wasn't a question. Sloane never asked, he always stated everything emphatically.

Avery stared at his boss with his mouth slightly agar, "what?" he asked, making sure he heard right.

"You're coming with to Boise," Sloane repeated, this time speaking deliberately slowly, with a tone that questioned Avery's intelligence with every syllable.

"Why?" Avery asked. Sloane didn't need him there, the Boise boy's operation only really required Sloane for the plastic's aspect. And Avery didn't really want to go. He had never told anyone, but he hated flying. Yes he knew that you were more likely to get into a car crash then a plane crash, and he always repeated that to himself whenever he got onto a plane, but the mantra didn't really ever seem to help Avery with his fear.

Sloane got that look on his face, the one where he furrowed his eyebrows and his eyes went a little steely. Avery's translation of that look was, 'are you f-ing kidding me…because I said so.'

Avery sighed, and slouched his shoulders in defeat. He knew a lost battle when he saw one and knew trying to argue with Sloane, pointing out that his presence was completely unnecessary and that he would much rather not go to Idaho, would just be pointless. "Okay, I guess…when do we leave?" Avery asked.

"An hour," Mark replied with a satisfied smile, before turning around to leave. "Oh and Avery…"

"Yup?" asked Avery, trying not to show is ever-growing irritation and well…fear, the fear of knowing he was about to be forced into a flying death trap.

"I'll need you to be my wing man," the way Sloane said this, so nonchalantly was in itself ridicules. So much for Avery thinking he might actually be wanted for his surgical skills, no he was apparently going to Boise as Sloane's wingman, whatever the hell that meant.

Avery was sure he had heard right this time. This was so typical of Mark. He silently told himself to take a few deep breathes before speaking, no need for him to loose his cool. "Okay, what exactly do you want me to do?" He mine as well do the job well right?

"Just…" Sloane paused and actually looked a little uncomfortable. "Just keep Lexi away from me while we're there."

Avery wanted to laugh. He was supposed to play bodyguard for Sloane against the very real threat of Lexi Grey, a girl that couldn't hurt a fly and couldn't be more than a hundred pounds. Avery thought about mentioning the previous relationship he had had with little Grey not too long ago. Did Sloane really want Avery to be playing wingman? After staring at Sloane for a few seconds, Avery just nodded. "Sure," yup, that sounded great, exactly like something that had been included in his job contract, 'plastic surgeon and personal security/ wingman.

'Sh*t, what's wrong with me?' Avery thought to himself as he looked around the hospital's jet. He took a seat next to Lexi, who looked at him with a pissed off glare. He had thought she was over him…well…choosing Sloane over her, but apparently not. He felt incredibly uncomfortable as he smiled back at her, trying to say, 'I'm sorry,' with his eyes. He was sorry, he really was. Sure, if he had gone back in time there was a distinct possibility that he wouldn't have changed anything, but he still felt guilty.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, in a tone that made it clear she wasn't enjoying his sudden appearance. Great, this was going to be a great flight. He would have to sit with a pissed off little Grey, scared to death, all the while wondering what on earth he was doing there. Fantastic…he had the sudden urge to get up and let it be known to everyone on board that he would soon be getting the hell out of dodge. He would go to Tulane where he hoped life would be so much like watching a freaking soap opera. "Did Sloane put you up to this?" Lexi asked.

'Damn, play it cool. Remember, she knows nothing,' Avery commanded himself. "What? (insert pretend shock here and a look of surprise)," yup, he was truly an awesome actor, "no, of course not." 'Remember…eye contact,' he told himself, 'it is essential that you do not break eye contact.'

Lexi nodded, not looking like she believed him for a second, as she quickly glanced over at Sloane. "I guess he told you I said I loved him?" She questioned to Avery.

"What?" Avery looked over at Lexi flabbergasted.

"Oh…never mind then," Lexi replied as blood began to rush to her face and she began blushing profusely.

"Okay…" Jackson tried to cover up the shock of what he had just heard and tried to look anywhere, but at Lexi now. He finally understood why Sloane wanted him to be his 'wingman'.

Looking around he saw Meredith and Derek sitting together with that old married couple look, the one that said these people had been together so long they had begun to fall in sync with one another. It was when he watched them that he would suddenly want that, and then he would look at other couples and his own past relationships and change his mind again.

He looked to Arizona, who sat up front frowning, no doubt still thinking of Korev, who had decided to go to Hopkins over staying in Seattle. There was no doubt Arizona was angry, which was confirmed when she took Korev's place going to Boise. Jackson would have been happy for her to take his place. He didn't want to be stuck in one of Sloane's lover's feuds.

He found himself glaring over at Sloane, who seemed to be quite happy with himself with that laid back demeanor he always seemed to portray. Yup, Avery had the distinct desire to punch him right about now. He was stuck in this flying death trap all because of Sloane.

He took a deep breath as the plane began its take off, clutching tightly to the arm rests on either side of him. "Jackson, are you okay?" Lexi asked. "Are…are you afraid of flying?" she whispered.

"What? Phh…no…of course not. I'm…I'm just fine," 'freaking awesome,' he added to himself.

"You know there is a .00001% chance our plane will crash?" Lexi asked. '. 00001%' Jackson thought to himself; the statistic did make him feel a little better.