Finally putting some of my 100 (well 120) days project on here. It's just a "Best of" aka my faves, and I'll do it once a week. If you read them and have faves let me know and I'll probably put it up. All Bellie stories excluded, those are already up :)

This was a prompt asking for Jackson to sing JT. I'm sure it was meant to be fluffy. I went darker with it though. I do not own "Mirrors". Justin Timberlake, and whoever else wrote it, does. I also don't own Any characters within Grey's Anatomy. Shonda Rhimes does.

100 Days of One Shots, Day 11: "Keep Your Eyes On Me"

"We have an 18-year old rape victim, came in 10 minutes ago, unconscious and badly beaten. Multiple fractures, including the pelvis. Dr. Kepner is working on her right now; we needed a consult for her facial fractures. But Dr. Avery, Dr. Kepner is… April is pretty shaken up. I…I've never seen her like this." Cassandra's eyes widened with concern as she spoke to Dr. Kepner's husband. She had worked on countless surgeries with April Kepner. They'd seen worse traumas than this. But she'd never seen the trauma surgeon react like this. Cassandra purposefully made sure Jackson Avery was the plastic surgeon paged, and watched the scrub room so she could warn him as he scrubbed in.

"Thanks, Cassandra. I…I'll figure it out. Or I'll try. You paged Hunt?"

"He's away on business sir, remember, Dr. Kepner's covering his shift? And Dr. Lyson isn't available."

"That's right, OK, it'll be OK." Jackson said, as much for himself as for Cassandra. He entered the operating room, wondering exactly what he would encounter, nervous.

"What've we got, Dr. Kepner?" he asked, approaching the patient.

"18-year-old rape victim, broke her pelvis in a fall…I, I think…or…I…I can control the bleeding, I will…I'm putting in an external fixator so I can assess the damage to her organs. She also has a broken cheekbone, jaw, and eye socket. Was unconscious when she came in. I told them to call neuro first, why are you here?"

"I'm sure they called neuro at the same time as me. Dr. Shepard will be here."

Jackson watched his wife work a second. Derek Shepard or any other doctor or nurse in the hospital besides himself and Cassie would probably think she was fine. Her tremor was slight, her fear not at the surface of her voice, but it was there.

"Hey April, sweetheart, when that bleeding's under control, will you look at me?" His wife gave a small nod.

Jackson assessed the girl's facial injuries. He thought it best not to get in April's way unless it was absolutely necessary. The woman had taken quite a beating. There was substantial damage to both of her eye sockets, though only one was broken. And a broken jaw was never a good thing.

"What, Jackson?" April asked, two minutes later.

"What's her name, April?" April always knew her patients' names and as much information about them as she could possibly obtain before surgery.

"Eliza Carson." She put her instruments down as she answered her husband. Her hands were still shaking.

"What happened to Eliza?"

"She…she was jogging in Prospect Park. A witness saw at least two men running away, bloody. It…it was 6:30 p.m."

Jackson's heart dropped. Suddenly April's reaction made sense. If she weren't covering for Hunt tonight, she would have been jogging in Prospect Park at 6:30 p.m., as she did every evening she was off. It was around the corner from their house. She was also 6 months pregnant with their daughter.

"What else, sweetheart?" Jackson swallowed. There was something else, he could tell.

"The paramedics brought in her Ipod…it…it was paused on Katy Perry." April was fighting back tears.

"You jog to Katy Perry?" Jackson asked. April nodded, looking down at Eliza's body, open on her table.

"Hey April, Eliza is going to live, right? You controlled her bleeding and stabilized her pelvis, right?" April nodded. "But, she still needs a lot of help. You need to check her bladder, ovaries, and large intestine next, right?" Again, a nod. "You need to think about Eliza right now, she needs you to focus on her. You believe that God kept you out of that park tonight for a reason, right?"

"Y-Y-Yes." April's voice wavered.

"And I believe that Eliza's journey is not yours. Part of your journey right now is to help Eliza. The other part is to deliver our happy, healthy baby girl in three months. That's what I believe you're going to do, am I right?"

"I think so."

"OK, so, you need to take a deep breath and focus on getting your hands to stop shaking. Can you do that?" April nodded. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, concentrating on steadying her hands.

15 seconds later she opened her eyes, hands steady. She looked at her husband. "Thank you," she said, looking straight into his eyes before turning her attention back to her patient.

"For what? I haven't done a thing yet….hey Cassie? We need some positive energy in this room, do you mind turning on some music for us?"

"Not at all, Dr. Avery, not at all, what would you like to hear?" Cassandra asked, smiling at him in gratitude behind her surgical mask. She'd watched him slowly, carefully, almost systematically calm down his wife. It was amazing. She was so glad she'd called him; he was the only person in the world who could calm April Kepner down so completely, Cassie was sure of that. She'd listen to three hours of heavy metal for him right now, if he wanted to hear it.

"Don't know. Dr. Kepner, what do you think Eliza would like to hear?"

"Hmmm….she seems like a Justin Timberlake fan to me…" There was no trace of fear left in her voice.

Jackson rolled his eyes. "I was afraid of that….Alright Cass, turn up the Timberlake," he groaned. April laughed.

"Mirrors" suddenly filled the air of the operating room. "Ugh…one of these ovaries is shot, hopefully Dr. Hale can save the other one," April commented.

"She will. Hey once your consults are here you can help with Eliza's face, right? I think we can do it, but I need my second." Jackson called April his second all the time. It meant second in command, the second half of his heart, the only teammate he wanted. April nodded, smiling at him.

The best part of the song kicked in and Jackson sang, unconsciously. "Yesterday is history, ohhh…. tomorrow's a mystery. I can see you looking back at me…"

April finished the line, through laughter. Her husband never sang, especially not Justin Timberlake. Whenever she played his music, Jackson took the chance to make fun of her about picturing Jesus, cracked jokes about interrupting her prayers. "Keep your eyes on me, baby, keep your eyes on me…"

When April walked in to the operating room, she wasn't sure if she'd get through this surgery, let alone Eliza. Now, she was sure they'd both be just fine.