April had been studying for her boards, nonstop for weeks now, and it was starting to drain her. She didn't think she could look at her books for another minute without either going insane or falling asleep, it was definitely time to head over to Joe's. She had asked Jackson if he wanted to tag along, but he was to engulfed in his flashcards to even notice, she decided to send him a quick text just so he wouldn't be worried about her.
Hey, I'm going to Joe's, I need a break from all of this studying. See you tonight. Jackson heard his phone buzz, but ignored it. Thirty minutes later he checked it and although he wanted to go and get a drink with April, he didn't want to lose his concentration.
Have fun. He texted back.
April wasn't planning on getting drunk at Joe's, she was just planning on having one beer and then leaving to go back to her studying. But then he came up to her, he had on a nice chambray button up shirt and he had short blonde hair, almost buzzed length, and he offered to buy her a drink. And then they got to talking, he bought her another drink, and before she knew it they were making out in his car. Soon, his car became his apartment, and his apartment became his bed. Before, virgin April Kepner knew any better, she was in Brian's bed, naked, and he was inside of her. She didn't really think anything of it, sure she was a virgin, he didn't need to know that, but it's not like he couldn't tell. This was good, she thought to herself; finally no one would make fun of her.
The next morning she woke up, naked, in someone else's bed, and her head was pounding.
"Good morning," he smiled at her, "Sleep okay?"
"Yeah, I uh, I have to go," she stammered.
"Okay, it was nice meeting you. You have my number if you need anything?" She checked her phone and noticed a new contact named Brian right at the top.
"Yes. Yes, I do. Thank you." And with that she rushed out of the apartment and walked home, it was only a fifteen minute walk, but April couldn't help but feel that all eyes were on her. She was still wearing what she had on from last night, sans underwear, she had no idea where those went. Her black jeans and sweater looked disheveled, like she had slept in them and she sort of wished that she had. Her hair was a mess, it was completely matted on the back, and she had tried her best to brush it through with her hands before she got back to Meredith's house. All she wanted to do was sneak in, take a shower, and get back to bed. But that wasn't going to be that simple, not when Jackson Avery was standing at the front door waiting for her like a scared parent.
"April," he was about to yell at her and then he saw her. She didn't have to say anything or even have to look at him for him to know that she had had sex last night. "April are you all right?"
"I'm perfectly fine Jackson."
"It's just that you didn't come home last night, I was worried about you. And you didn't text or call, I was about to call the police."
"I'm sorry, Jackson, my phone died," that was a lie.
"Are you sure nothing else happened?"
"I don't need to or want to get into it with you. I got drunk, took my mind off of studying, I needed a break."
"Well you sure had one hell of a study break."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"April, come on we all do it? I just didn't expect this to be the way, you'd, you know, do it?"
"Jackson," she groaned, "I really don't want to talk about this."
"Fine," he seceded, "I won't push. But, if you need to talk to anyone about it, you can talk to me." April would do no such thing, Jackson was her best friend and she didn't want him pitying her for being reckless.
"Thank you, Jackson. Now can I go and take a shower, I reek?"
"Like sex," he mumbled under his breath so quietly she couldn't hear him, "Sure. Our shift's in an hour, still want to carpool?"
"Yeah."
Two Months Later
Their boards were still two months away, but that didn't mean that April had put down her flashcards. She was like the energizer bunny, studying every single spare moment she had. She was so enticed by her studying that she failed to notice her missing monthly gift.
Cristina Yang came into her office, where Jackson was sitting and eating lunch with her, with a tuna casserole. As soon as she opened it, April was faced with a wave of nausea, causing her to run for her trashcan and vomit.
"Jesus, Kepner what's gotten into you?" Cristina annoyingly asked.
"Cristina that smells rotten, why did you bring it in here? Actually why are you even in here in the first place?"
"Avery's in here," Cristina protested.
"He's my friend, I invited him here, we're eating lunch."
"Were eating lunch," he got up to leave, "I'm going to go," he mouthed to April. She felt bad, but she knew that he was not going to stay especially after she had thrown up. He was a doctor, but she knew the affinity he had for vomit.
"See, now there's more room for me," Cristina pushed April as Avery walked out the door.
"Bye. I'm sorry," April called out, hoping that she'd hear him.
"So, Kepner, do you want to explain to me why you really puked? Stress getting to you? You pregnant?" Cristina pried once again. It was confusing to April, had Jackson let the word out that she had had one drunken hookup, now come to think of it April didn't remember using any protection. Actually, she didn't remember any of it at all. So she just stared at Cristina blankly before conjuring up a response.
"Me? Pregnant? I'd have to have sex to do that."
"I'm quite aware, Kepner. But something changed a few months back when Avery and you came in together. You just had this pep in your step."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh my God, did you and Avery do it? Are you carrying Jackson Avery's baby?"
"God Cristina, would you stop? I am not carrying Jackson's baby. He and I are just friends."
"Then who's is it?"
"I'm not pregnant!" April was practically screaming.
"Fine, whatever you say, geese."
April headed down to the blood bank to get her lab results.
"April Kepner please," she asked the technician.
"Here you go, Dr. Kepner."
"Thank you," she replied, and then she opened up the envelope and read her results, which clearly indicated that she, in fact, was pregnant.
A/N: Story was inspired by a joke Sarah Drew made about April being pregnant after a drunken hookup, when she herself was pregnant. Considering making her drunken hookup Jackson rather than Brian, where she doesn't remember anything and he remembers everything. Maybe I'll edit this story or write a new one. Let me know what you all think.
