So this is an idea I had late last night as I was falling asleep and I wanted to put it out there to see if I got any interest in it. This is an AU where Jackson hired after the shooting as a psychiatrist working with Dr. Wyatt to counsel the surgeons and staff at Seattle Grace. He gets assigned April as a patient, which causes all sorts of drama because of his feelings for her.

This may be a one shot because it is an idea I haven't formed at all. I will pretty much be going off your reviews and input, so let me know what you think! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it!

Between the Raindrops

Chapter 1

Jackson

Dr. Avery?" a middle aged woman asked, extending her hand as Jackson took it.

"I am, you must be Dr. Wyatt," he said, smiling.

"Please, call me Katharine. It's so nice to meet you. I am happy the board has decided to take on another physician for our employee psychiatry support program. My hands have been more than full for the past few years," she said, showing him into their department, which was essentially a small hall off of another small hall.

"So this is your office, it's not much," Dr. Wyatt said gesturing around the sparse room.

He looked around, already trying to put a plan in motion that would make this office more comfortable for doctors who would be coming to him for help.

"It's...well, it will be great, I guess," he joked, causing Wyatt to laugh.

"I am sure it will be. I am right across the hall, if you need anything," Dr. Wyatt said, gesturing to his desk which had a small, but considerable stack of patient files on his desk. Jackson nodded and thanked Dr. Wyatt before setting his box down on his desk and flipping open the first file in the pile.

"Dr. April Kepner…" he murmured to himself.

Jackson had transferred to Seattle from Boston, needing a change of scenery, away from his family. He had many choices, but during his interview with Dr. Wyatt and a member of the board, he knew he could see himself in Seattle.

He had accepted the job that same day. Jackson

Jackson closed the folder, deciding to get started on his patients' files after he settled himself in the tiny space. Jackson rubbed the back of his head as he contemplated where he wanted to get started.

Jackson took out his things he knew he would need and began organizing his desk and office the way he wanted it. Then he lined his books on the shelves for his own reference. He didn't realize the morning had passed so quickly when Dr. Wyatt came in and asked, "How is it coming in here? Looks like a good start."

"Thanks, yeah, it's going great," he said. He had made a list of things he knew he would want to bring to spruce up the office, but they could wait.

"Good, want to go grab some lunch?" she asked, smiling at him kindly.

Jackson nodded and said, "I should know where the cafeteria is."

Jackson stood, grabbing his badge and wallet, before following the surgeon down the hall towards the cafeteria.

April

April chewed her lip as she waited for the elevator. She had been headed for surgery when the new alarm system had gone off, causing the doors she was between to lock, with the patient. She had panicked, thrashing against the doors as Hunt tried to calm her down from the other side.

Now she needed to be seen by the psychiatrist. He was new, so he would probably ban her from the OR for sure. April sighed as she stepped out on the fourth floor. She looked longingly at Dr. Wyatt's closed office door. April had a history with Wyatt, but April had been reassigned to the new guy because Dr. Wyatt had too many patients on her plate.

April looked to the nameplate on the door. Dr. Jackson Avery, Psychiatry.

"Dr. Kepner?" a voice said from behind her.

April jumped about a mile off the ground, and her heart stopped beating in her chest as it was seized with fear. Her lungs gasped in air, but refused to expel it. She spun around, her eyes landing on a stranger.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," he said, his face full of concern as he approached her, "I am Dr. Avery. Are you alright?"

April nodded, but she realized her vision was blurred. Her brain needed oxygen. She exhaled and inhaled deeply, trying to regulate her breathing.

"Why don't we go in my office," he suggested, gesturing towards his door. He fumbled with his key and unlocked the door, leading April in.

April sat on an old, worn leather sofa that had seen better days.

Dr. Avery looked at her in concern and asked, "I apologize again for startling you."

April nodded and said, "I have been...jumpy for a while now."

Dr. Avery nodded and asked, "You want to talk about it?"

"Not really," April said, looking down into her lap.

Dr. Avery nodded and grabbed a file off his desk she presumed was hers. He flipped through it and asked, "I understand you were here the day of the shooting."

April immediately tensed as she nodded and Dr. Avery asked, "You don't want to talk about that?"

April shook her head, looking up at him to let him know she was serious. She really didn't want to talk about that.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because...because I feel like all I ever do is talk, talk, talk about it! Seriously, how am I supposed to get over it if I am forced to keep talking about it?" she snapped.

"So, you think if you don't talk about it, bottle it all up, then it will be as if it never happened?" he asked.

April was silent as he leaned forward and said, "I know it sucks to talk about it. Talking about it can be as painful as the actual experience itself. But talking about it can also work you through the pain, help you understand what happened, why it happened, and accept what happened. Then move on," he said.

April looked up into his incredibly beautiful green eyes and saw a kindness there. And understanding. Maybe he could help. It was the first time she felt like that since….it all happened.

"Okay," she responded in a weak voice. April hated how weak she had been since the shooting. She hated the weakness she heard in her voice. She hated that she panicked when she had been locked in between those doors. She hated that she felt like she couldn't breathe when someone said her name from behind her. She hated that she woke up screaming in the middle of the night. She hated that she was still nervous in the operating rooms.

Maybe Dr. Avery could help. Help make her strong again.

Jackson

Jackson sighed as April closed the door behind her with a small click. He looked down at his notepad, noticing how little he had written down. That was extremely atypical for him. He usually wrote everything down so he could evaluate it over the course of the sessions.

April had a mild form of PTSD, which was manageable, and despite her initial reluctance to talk about it, he felt like he could help her.

She was smart, an extremely skilled trauma surgeon, and had a sweet disposition when she wasn't anxious or nervous. Jackson had to admit he found her beautiful. Very beautiful.

A knock interrupted his slightly inappropriate line of thinking and he said, "Come in!" closing April's file.

"Hey, how was your first session?" Katharine asked.

"Good," he responded.

"Dr. Kepner is great. I knew she would be a good fit for you," Dr. Wyatt said, smiling at Jackson before leaving his office.

Jackson coughed awkwardly and looked down at his note. A good fit...Jackson found himself wishing Katharine hadn't put April in his pile, because she could be a good fit for him.

So this was just an idea I had late last night. I thought I would put it out there to see if I got any interest for you Japril lovers out there! So be sure to let me know what y'all think.