I'll leave you in the morning, and find you in the day.

They get the call from Chief Hunt at around eleven pm.

Everything is such a blur.

Nobody knows how to react, how to feel.

How to be.

Richard Webber stands up slowly, rubbing his hands together nervously, "You stay here for a second." He advises them, holding up a finger before starting to walk away.

He leaves them in shock behind him.

Alex suddenly rises, "Like hell we're just going to wait here!" He exclaims, and Richard turns back around.

"Karev, take a seat." He tells him, pointing down to the man's previous location.

"I'm not just going to wait here and do nothing while they're out there, helpless. You can't expect me to." He shrugs his jacket closer to himself and makes his way to the door.

The redhead sat across from him folds her arms over her chest and stares down at the table. She swallows a breath and twitches her leg nervously below the table.

Webber shakes his head.

He observes the two remaining at the table.

They seem in shock and he can't really blame them.

Their friends and co-workers have possibly been involved in a major plane crash, he can't expect them to do anything other than be in shock and worry about their safety.

Jackson's staring straight ahead, his fingers tapping against the wood of the restaurant's glossy wooden table. He frowns, and scratches the back of his neck with a sigh. "I'm going."

He stands from his seat, and glances down at the woman beside him.

Her legs are shaking and he knows that it's a habit of hers when she's nervous about something.

"April?" He asks her and she swallows again, blinking a few times before finally turning her attention to him.

"Yeah."

She follows him out of the door, the previous Chief behind them.

The car ride was mainly silent.

She doesn't know what to say, about anything really.

He doesn't know what to say that could make her feel any better.

He's probably the best at dealing with these kind of situations. He held his own against a shooter, for Christ's sakes. He knows that she did too, and he applauds her for that because for all the time that he's known her, he'd always thought of her as the weak one.

But she wasn't. And he knows that now, he realizes how strong she actually is.

He just doesn't know if she does, too.

"I was happy."

April speaks three words, and he watches her from the corner of his eye as he tries to keep control of his driving.

He's a wreck right now, but he won't show it.

"I was going to be happy, tonight." She reminds him of their conversation from earlier in the night. "It was meant to be a happy night, but it's-it's not." She shakes her head, gulping back her tears.

She can't break down, she won't let herself.

"I know."

They don't say much else.

He just holds her hand.

"We have helicopters covering the route from here to Boise. For now, everything is under control but we need as many hands on deck as we can get." Owen tells them all.

They've all changed back into their scrubs.

"We still have patients coming in, and stand-by's waiting. If there was a crash, we should be hearing something soon. Please, stick to your duties and everyone will do their best, all right?" He nods and claps his hands once as he talks, gratefully thanking his employees.

Alex grimaces, picking up a few charts from the nurse's desk, "Ass. His wife's on that place."

"Cristina will be fine." April tries.

The other man raises an eyebrow, "Keep telling yourself that. They're probably all injured, maybe even dead, so keep your good thoughts to yourself." He closes his chart after writing something down and stalks off.

The girl bites her lip, "Even in a situation like this, he still has to be an jerk." She shakes her head and flicks through her own folder.

Jackson rests a hand on her shoulder. "Don't listen to him, I'm sure they're all okay."

He's not sure if he's trying to convince her, or himself.

She nods, and turns around. She takes a deep breath and gently smiles up at him, "I'll pray for them."

April walks away, not noticing the blank expression on her best friend's face.

He likes the way she's positive about almost everything, but he's not sure how to handle this whole religion thing.

It clearly means a lot to her, and he wants it to mean a lot to him, too, for her sake.

But he can't seem to let it, because it's coming between them and, for some reason, he's worried about their friendship, especially everything that's happened recently.

Jackson picks up his chart, making his way to Mrs. Feldman's room.

Heart attack.

She gets stuck with a boring case.

But she's actually quite thankful that Mr. Waltham only has a cold.

Because, right now, she doesn't want to deal with too much.

She signs him a prescription and writes him up a note.

It's as simple as that.

She's going to miss the little jobs, the easy cases that make her day so much easier.

She's going to miss the cases.

She's going to miss the hospital.

It's become her second home and she's not sure that she can let it go so easily.

April unsure of her future. She won't get hired at Seattle Grace Mercy West next year. She's being rejected by every hospital she applied to because she's not board certified. She hates those two words.

It doesn't make her any less of a doctor, she knows that. But it messes with your career and, suddenly, you're going nowhere.

After signing over two charts to the nurse for classing, she heads to the only place she feels at peace.

The hospital has a small church, behind the many buildings and trees. It goes unnoticed by many, but she knows that a few others feel the same way that she does.

She sits herself down on one of the benches in the middle, and clasps her hands together as she closes her eyes and tilts her head to the floor.

She'll pray for them. She doesn't care if they need it or not, but she'll do it anyway because she's that kind of person.

She worries more than she has to.

Hearing footsteps behind her, she slowly looks back and sees her best friend approaching her side.

"I thought I mind find you here." He speaks quietly, and hands her a bottle of water.

Jackson sits beside her and twists the lid open on his bottle. He takes a sip, and frowns when he notices the way she holds the object and stares at the ground.

Her forehead is creased as though she's thinking about something way too much.

"April?"

She shrugs him off when he places a hand on her arm for support.

"This isn't right."

"What isn't right?"

She gulps, "This. They could be dying out there and I'm sat here when I should be doing everything that I can to help."

"There's nothing we can do."

"There has to be, Jackson." She starts and softly turns to him, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear as her knees brush against his own. "I shouldn't be- I-" She tries and stutters, the bottle of water shaking in her hands, "I shouldn't be here."

Jackson stares at her, "What do you mean?"

"In here. With you."

There's a silence between them, and she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes.

April bites her lip again, "I broke my promise."

He's kind of getting sick of hearing about this.

"I know, OK? I know." He breaks, throwing his head back, but never raising his voice, "You don't think I know that? It's all I've been hearing for the past few days. You keep saying that you broke your promise and that you don't want me to feel bad about anything because it wasn't my fault. But you're making me feel like it was."

She watches his lips as he talks and she can't help but get those bad ideas in her head again.

"It's not, Jackson." She shakes her head and rests a hand on his leg, "I-I'm sorry about that."

"No, you know what? I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I made you break your promise to Jesus because I did not want to be that guy. I'm sorry that you're not going to be a virgin for the guy you're going to marry, he'll be missing out, really. I'm sorry for making you feel like you have to keep apologizing, because you don't." He tells her and she gulps, "Maybe we should just both stop talking and thinking about it because you clearly think it was a mistake. So, let's just forget it."

April watches his face crease and she licks her lips.

"I don't want to forget about it." She whispers, moving her body slightly closer to his.

Jackson sets his bottle down beside him and runs a hand over his face.

"Then, what do you want?" He sounds frustrated.

"I want for everything to be okay between us. I want for you to stay here and not leave for Tulane. I want my best friend. I want to- I want-," She gulps a breath and blinks a few times, "I want you."

She bites her lip when she comes to the realization.

She stands up and quickly makes her way to the back of her church, in some room where nobody ever goes.

"April?" Jackson calls out after her.

She needs to be alone right now, she can't face him because she knows that she'll do something that she shouldn't.

But he's following her and she can't allow herself to shut the door behind her.

"I can't want you."

The small amount of hope he had just rose in his chest, and got crushed all within the sake of ten seconds.

She can't keep doing this to him, she can't keep making him feel like he has a shot, and then breaking it down to the ground and stomping all over it.

"I can't want you, because I don't want to break more than one promise."

He's silent for a while, until he turns so he's facing her. He places a hand on her hip and watches as she closes her eyes when his thumb slips under material of her blue scrub top.

"You won't." Jackson informs her. His fingers dance across her stomach slowly and he notices the way her breathing hitches. He's the only person to have ever touched her like this and she's still reeling off of the feeling of him against her. The way he moved with her, the way he kissed her, the way he touched her, the way he loved her.

I've barely lived, I'm not finished yet, no-one's loved me yet...

Her own words linger in her memory.

"I can't br-" He cuts her off when he pulls her closer, his other hand travelling up the back of her shirt.

"You won't." He doesn't know why she won't just listen to him.

She leans her head back, pushing her hair to one side as he leans closer and kisses her jaw.

This is so completely wrong.

Jesus would not approve, she reminds herself. And yet, she can't bring herself to push him away.

"...more than one-" She tries to continue, unsure of why she's even bothering when her fingers travel down his toned chest to the strings of his scrubs.

"You won't." He tells her once last time, "Did you ever think about that?" He asks her. "I don't want to wait until there's another plane crash. I don't want to run out of time because people do that all the time and it never works out."

She finally realizes what he means.

She couldn't possibly break more than one promise if he was the one, right?

There was no way of actually knowing for sure, but she felt pretty strongly for him and she was sure he felt the same, so there was no harm in finding out. Again. For a third time.

Her hands suddenly wrap around his neck and he's pushing her back against the wall behind her as they kiss, his tongue entering her mouth in a way she can only describe as amazing.

April finds her legs wrapping around his waist and he does that one handed carry again that made her own insane the last time. She remembers that time, it was as amazing as the first, her first, their first. Her bottom finds a table to sit on and she moans when he slips his shirt off.

"This is so wrong." She voices almost silently.

She honestly thinks that he won't reply for a while until he does, "No, it's not."

She can't help but kind of agree. Because if something feels really, really good, it can't be bad, right?

Jackson smiles at her and she blushes under his gaze. He kisses his way from her neck to her cleavage, her abandoned scrub shirt on the floor.

Then it happens.

Both pagers buzz at the same time, and a look of dread and worry passes both of their faces at the same time. He pulls away and checks his pager.

"It's Hunt."

He looks over, and she immediately knows what it is,

"They've found them."