With a heart-deep dedication for my friend Julia, who decided to share with me her avid love for Grey's Anatomy and contemplating our sexual frustrations on instant messenger. M'dear, I might want to strangle you sometimes, but I would also nurse you back to health, so please do enjoy the fruit of my labor.

If there is one even for which none teenage girl is ready, it is definitely the prom. The night when pairs break up and new couples bond, virginities are lost and dignities are destroyed alongside articles of clothing.

When April Kepner was younger, she attended her prom in a baby blue nightmare, sweeping down to her skinny ankles, sprinkled with glitter and full of bows, frills, lace and what-nots. She stumbled across the high school hall in her 5-inch stilettos that gave her burning blisters and wept because someone spiked the island punch and she mistook the slight drunkenness for being genuinely happy. She drank more and more until she stood up and almost fell down, right at her most hated classmate's feet. All in all, April Kepner's prom was a disaster in all its aspects.

No wonder then that when Grey – Sloan Memorial Hospital doctors were invited to local high schools prom to accompany the teenagers in getting illegally high, drunk and naked she sighed deeply. 'Why do we even have to go there, I mean what on earth should we do there…' she moaned.

'The headmaster asked me to delegate 3 doctors to help in case something should happen. It's not like the Seattle High is famous for its alumni being all saint.' Derek looked a bit taken aback with April's obvious disapproval. 'I know it sounds strange, but hey – it will look good in the hospital's press releases. 'Doctors ensuring teens safety'. Sounds very nice in the ears of potential investors.'

April hid her face in her hands. They were all sitting in the conference room; sun shone through the clean windows and cast light upon stale donuts in a pink box and various mobiles, writing pads and charts scrambled across the long table. Rest of the board's faces varied from sneering smiles to disgust. Callie sniggered and Jackson let out a small chuckle. Meredith looked nonplussed and exchanged looks with Christina, who toyed with her mobile to win some time. She glanced every now and then towards the door, calculating how to escape.

'I would like April, Jackson and Christina to go' Derek blurted that sad news out when three doctors opened their mouths in pure confusion.

'But my patient-'

'Derek,don't-'

'McDreamy, come on, take Meredith and have some fun-'

'Guys, don't' Derek stood up from his chair and went backwards towards the door. 'Please, do that for me. Please.' He gave them the puppy eyes and quickly escaped the room, slamming the door.

After a long moment of a shocked silence Jackson piped up 'Did he just do that?'

'Yes, he did.' Christina looked a little bit like a serial killer. 'I'm not doing this.'

'You have to.' April was beetroot red. 'He already announced it.'

'How come?' Christina reached out to April. 'What do you mean that he announced it?'

'Our names are on the prom's itinerary.' Jackson performed a very theatrical face palm and showed her his mobile's screen. 'It's official. On the school's website. And our website as well.'

'If he wasn't your husband, I would chase him with a scalpel right this second' Christina shot Meredith a murderous look. 'Excuse me, I have a gown to produce out of thin air.'

'I look hideous.'

April tried on a thousandth dress; a black taffeta number with batman sleeves and deep v-neckline.

'You don't look hideous, you look like a hooker. Good, pricey, senatorial class, but still a hooker.' Christina fumbled with a Barbie-pink minidress, trying to unzip it. 'Help me, I'm stuck.'

April unzipped the dress and observed Christina throwing it on a chair and putting on something that faintly resembled a green opera gown. There was a lot of tulle, a lot of wrinkles on emerald velvet and a lot of glamour.

'Do you think Derek will mind if I just wear scrubs and bunny slippers?' Black-haired doctor sneered to her reflection in a giant shop mirror. They spent last 3 hours looking for something they would not consider too cheap, too 90's, too low cut or too uncomfortable to be worn for 4 hours of chasing drunk teenagers up and down hallways. The only shop that was still open at this time was Tres Jolie, located in the posher part of the town, but looked like a costume shop for tweens. Everything was either rhinestoned or stiff.

'He might be slightly unhappy with that.' April picked up a long, understated navy dress with a frill around the bottom hem. 'I'm done; I'm getting this one and that is it. Please, just take something and let's go.' Christina shot her a look of slight surprise, grabbed a hanger with a shocking fuchsia corseted dress she discarder about forty minutes ago and nodded. 'Done it is. Do we have everything else? Shoes and other fancy stuff?'

April rolled her eyes. 'I have a pair of red heels and that will do because I don't have time or need to make them go with the dress.' Christina snorted with laughter. 'They will go with your hair, no doubt about that.'

April made a face and strolled to the shop assistant to pay for the garment she chose. Christina joined her shortly afterwards, juggling the dress and a pair of pink flats. 'Guys have it easy' she pointed out while handing the blonde at the cash register her visa card. 'Jackson only needs to buy a suit. He does not have to think about his hair, make up or anything like that. All he will have to worry about is to remember that 90% of the females he will enchant tonight are basically a ticket to the state prison.' April opened her mouth in shock, praying to be able to say something very snarky or smart, but after a few seconds of a completely blank mind she closed it, nonplussed. 'I hope the kids will be easy enough to tame. I mean, I left my Taser at my mom's house.'

Jackson fished a suit out of his closet and let out deep sigh. He was facing a night full of low cut dresses, stumbling drunk teens with buzzing hormones sporting them, pairs getting hot and heavy in dark corners and having to address health concerns while people 12 years younger than him will do exactly what he did on his prom; smoke weed, drink cheap vodka with fruit punch and fuck in the bathrooms. He put on a crisp white shirt and tied a smart, black bowtie that went with his black suit. He looked a bit like a penguin, be he didn't really care; all he wanted to do, he prayed to do, was to find some dark corner, shoo the soon-to-be-not virgins out of it and have a good night's sleep with stoppers in his ears.

He took a swig of his pale ale and decided to get a snack. Before he managed to open the wrapper of a candy bar his mobile played the refrain of his recently most favorite tune; Love Love by Take That.

'WE R HERE, WERE R U, W8ING IN THE HALL. BRING SOME ADDERAL. C.'

Jackson rubbed his furrowed brows and put his cell into suits pocket. It was going to be a long night.