Just a different something that's been stuck in my head. Not exactly a sequel to "Another Night" but it could be. Anyway, enjoy!

Married. She was getting married – in less than twenty-four hours, she'd be a wife. They'd been engaged for nearly a year and sometimes it was still hard to wrap her head around the idea.

The proposal itself had been a bit of a shock.

Well, not the fact that he asked – she'd figured that was coming eventually – they'd been living together for a year – two years if you counted the fact they'd both been living in Meredith's house when they first got together. They'd talked about marriage in indirect ways – made vague references to a far-off future in which they were still together. But she hadn't been stressing over it and certainly hadn't been putting any pressure on him.

So it was the actual asking of the question that came as a surprise. She'd figured it would be some special occasion – Valentine's or her birthday or New Year's Eve or something. But it ended up being just some random Tuesday night – well, really it was Wednesday morning – with no significance at all.

It was one of those late nights – early mornings - coming off the night shift – the whole group of them too jazzed to go to bed yet and it was too late (too early) to go to Joe's and they'd all just kinda been hanging around the locker room and then Alex had shrugged and said "I've got beer at home," to which they all laughed and someone (Meredith? Cristina? Lexie?) had snarked, "Yeah, when don't you have beer?"

And so they'd all kinda shrugged and said "what the hell" and they'd all headed over to Alex's house (which none of them could really think of as Alex's house – it would always be Meredith's house – but when she and Derek finally finished the dream house and Lexie moved back in with Mark and April and Jackson got their own place, Meredith decided she couldn't quite bear to sell the place yet, so she let Alex stay, so technically it was his house) and had just sprawled out in the living room – drinking beer at five in the morning, relaxing and swapping bullshit stories.

At some point, she'd gotten up to go to the bathroom and offered to grab refills on the way back and after everyone present had demanded another beer, Jackson had gotten up too, to help her and she'd met up with him in the kitchen and as he handed her half the beer bottles, she'd turned to walk back to the living room and he grabbed her arm.

"April, wait," he said and she turned back to him with a smile.

"There are thirsty people out there," she pointed out, but was also just buzzed enough to not be overly concerned.

He grinned. God, she was beautiful and she made him laugh and she was so smart and just a little crazy – which somehow seemed to make him a little crazy sometimes too - and suddenly he blurted out the words he'd been thinking about for months now. "Will you marry me?" he asked.

Her eyes went wide – almost as wide as that very first night they'd been together, when he'd made that crazy, impulsive offer to be her first.

"Are you drunk?" she finally managed to ask and he shook his head, digging in the pocket of his jeans and producing a small, black box, opening it to reveal a simple, tasteful diamond ring.

"Holy crap, you're serious," she breathed, eyes opened even wider as she stared at the box and then looked back up at him.

He nodded, speaking in a rush. "I've been carrying it around for weeks, trying to figure out the perfect time, the perfect way to ask - and then it just hit me, just now – in this kitchen is where we began – it's where we decided we'd take the leap and get our own place together – so if I was going to ask you to take this leap then I just realized - I had to ask you here."

April laughed. "Oh my God, you're right. You're totally right." Then she stopped laughing and looked serious. "We don't have to have the actual ceremony here though, right?"

He grinned. "Does that mean you're saying yes?"

"Oh! Yes, of course it does, you idiot," she replied excitedly, laughing again as he slid the ring onto her left hand and pulled her in close for a heart-stopping kiss.

"Oh God," came Cristina's voice from behind them. She called back over her shoulder, "They didn't get lost – they're just busy pawing each other." She looked back at the two of them and said "They sent me to come after you because they voted me the one that scares April the most, but if you're going to do that, you can just go home." She grabbed some of the beer bottles and went back to the living room as April and Jackson burst into laughter (although it was true – even after years of being co-workers, April was still a little terrified of Cristina) and followed her back to the other room.

"Sorry," April said, a little sheepishly, but still grinning.

Meredith pointed at her. "You two are the only couple currently here. Sneaking off to make out is not allowed."

April glanced at Jackson, the slight tilt of her head and lift of her eyebrows silently asking him if it was okay to share the news and he just grinned. She looked back at Meredith and asked, "Is it okay if we weren't just randomly making out – we were celebrating getting engaged?"

April smiled at the memory as a voice to her left jolted her back to the present.

"You know, I think it's poor wedding etiquette for the bride to look so ridiculously happy," Lexie said with a grin and April rolled her eyes.

"And since when do the matron-of-honor responsibilities include telling the bride to not look happy?" she shot back cheerfully.

Lexie shrugged. "Oh, come on," she said, gesturing in Jackson's direction. "Don't you want him to be the slightest bit afraid you might not show up tomorrow?"

April stared at her for a second, which was the full length of time Lexie was able to keep a straight face.

"Kidding, kidding!" she sputtered between giggles and April couldn't help but join in. Of the many changes in her life in the last few years, the friendship she'd developed with Lexie was one of the things she was most grateful for.

"See, I am fulfilling my biggest responsibility," Lexie said, just a touch smugly.

"And that is?"

"Keeping you from freaking out."

"I'm not going to freak out," April said firmly.

"Yeah, right. You're the biggest control freak I've ever met – something is going to cause you to flip out before this is over," Lexie replied, just as firmly.

"Well, I guess we'll just see what happens, won't we?"