A/N: So this chapter is kind of a filler chapter. Next chapter will be some more heart-ache for Jackson. This chapter I wanted him to ignore his problems. Hope you like and song is: funeral - band of horses. Don't know why, but just because last chapter was a wedding I guess. Next chapter will probably be better, at least I hope. So please read (and if you read, review). Let me know if I've been fair to Meredith.

Oh, Renee is guy. Keep that in mind. Plus Carter won't come back. He has no purpose anymore.

Jackson woke up the morning after April's wedding with a head-ache. Oh God, what had he done? He smelled bacon, how could he smell bacon? He then remembered Ali had spent the night and figured it was probably her. She really was an amazing friend. But he wasn't a good friend to her. He was lying to her throughout all of their friendship. But what was he supposed to say now? 'Hey Ali, your name is actually Lexie and I've been lying to you this whole time!'? That would earn him some points, really.

He stood up and walked into the kitchen.

"Hi!" She said. "I'm making omelets. I don't know why, because I'm allergic to eggs. But the only thing you really had were eggs and bacon. So I couldn't make anything else. And I don't have my wallet, so I couldn't get anything from outside, and then I couldn't find your wallet so-"

"Ali. It's fine. Omelet sounds great."

She watched him eat. It was pretty awkward, he didn't like being watched while he was eating. Then she showered, and he showered and then they were ready to go.

"Hold on. What is that?" She said, pointing at his chin.

"What?"

"Did you shave?"

"No."

"Jackson! You are better than the beard. Go shave."

"What? Why?"

"Well 1, it looks terrible. 2, growing a beard is what guys do after they have their hearts broken, and you don't want anyone to see at your appearance that you had your heart broken."

I'm coming up only to hold you under

And coming up only to show you're wrong

And to know you is hard; we wonder...

To know you all wrong; we warn.

They walked into the bathroom and he started to shave.

"You know, you and April probably wouldn't have worked out anyway."

"What makes you say that?"

"She's religious, you're not. Besides, she probably still blames you for taking her virginity. At age 29!"

"You're totally right." He said absent-mindedly.

"Feel better?" She said, full of hope.

"No. That means me standing up at her wedding wasn't a 50% chance, but a 0% chance of working out." He said negatively.

"Oh sorry!" She said. "It's just- I don't know what to say!"

"Let's just not talk about it!" He said, getting annoyed. He wanted to pretend his heartbreak wasn't even there. That's how he got over everything.

"I have a great idea!" she suddenly said. "You'll come with me to therapy!" She smiled at him.

"How exactly is that a great idea? I said that I didn't want to talk about it."

"No, you won't talk. You'll hear about my problems so you will feel better about yours."

"You'd do that for me?"

"Yes, of course. I'd do anything for you. If you'd ask me to go out in the snow naked, I'd do it."

"You'd tell me all your dark thoughts?"

"Didn't I just say I would?"

"Yes- but it's- No one has ever really been that honest with me." It made him feel even guiltier about lying to her.

"You're welcome."

He was done shaving and they went to work together.

Ooooooooh Oooooooooh

Ooooooooh Oooooooooh

"JACKSON'S SINGLE?" Marlene, Pat, Renee and Deb all yelled at the same time. Ali had just told them what happened at the wedding yesterday.

"How am I only hearing about this now?" Renee yelled at Ali.

"You should have called me!" Deb yelled.

"Texted me!" Marlene yelled.

"I would have washed my hair this morning!" Pat screamed.

"I would have shaved! My special parts!" Renee stated. The others glared at him.

"I wouldn't have had those chili cheese fries yesterday." Deb said.

"I can not believe you've kept this information to yourself this entire time!" Marlene said, feeling betrayed.

"People, people! Calm down!" Ali said. "I didn't say anything earlier because I was dealing with my heartbroken friend. And the point of me telling you this was to ask you guys, my friends, for advice. I was asking you what I was supposed to say to him!"

"Who cares? He's single!" Pat said. "Where is he?"

"I don't know."

"I'll find him first." Marlene said.

"Wait… Do you all have a crush on my best friend?" Ali said, shaking her head, letting out a chuckle. She could not believe it.

They all nodded, feigning innocence.

"Really?" She asked. "But why?"

"Sometimes, Ali, I really wonder if you're gay." Marlene said seriously. "I don't know how you can spend every day with him and not jump his bones. Do you just not see it?"

"See what? He's a mess! No way I'm ever getting involved with that."

"Famous last words." Pat mumbled.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Ali snapped.

"It's a clock. It's only a matter of time until you start seeing him in a different way."

"Not really."

"Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock."

"Could you stop that?"

"Watch my words, Ali, but until then, at least we get to fool around with him, right?"

"No! Ew!" Ali walked away.

"See?" She's already possessive." Pat said to Deb, who just kind of giggled. "Now how are we going to get him?"

"We're not." Deb said. "We'll wait a few days, duh."

"Smart." Marlene said, nodding a little.

Really too late to call,

So we wait for morning

To wake you is all we got

To know me as hardly golden

Is to know me all wrong, they warn.

Meredith walked up to Jackson.

"Please, spare me the lecture." He said immediately.

"I will. I'm guessing Lexie already gave you one."

He just groaned.

"Can you give me her address? Derek and I are sending out family Christmas cards early this year because else the photographer is booked and his mother used to do this so it means a lot to him. And I want to send her a card."

"Sure." He wrote down the address.

"Thank you." Meredith took it and looked at it. "Are you serious?"

"What?"

"Lexie's living in the crapartment!"

"The what?"

"The crapartment! A crappy apartment."

"Well, yeah-"

"It's this place she used to live in with George." Alex walked up to them.

"George?" Jackson wondered. "That does explain a lot."

"Why?" Meredith asked. "What do you know that I don't?"

"She remembers him. George."

"How are you only sharing this crucial piece of information with me now?"

"Of course she'd remember O'Malley first." Alex scoffed. He felt a little offended. Even though he didn't show it, he still thought it weird that someone who he grieved for was alive. There was too much history. But he was glad she was back, of course.

"I don't know, Meredith." Jackson started. "You are always pretty busy. I never see you making any effort with her and I hardly see you so I can talk to you about her. Besides, you have your own thing going on with Yang and you have a baby and a husband."

"Well, what does she remember?" Meredith asked.

"I don't know."

"What? So ask her!"

"Look, Meredith, she's still your sister and if you want to know stuff, ask her yourself!"

"And say what?"

"I don't know, just try to be friends, at least! Because from where I'm standing, I'm the only one who actually makes an effort to make her a part of my family again! I'm the only one who spends time with her like she wasn't just dead for a year! And I'm the only one that seemingly cares about her!"

"Oh, like you cared for April? Because that all just turned out so well!"

"That was uncalled for. I get that you're mad and confused but don't take it out on me."

"I just don't know what to do."

Alex walked away. What Jackson had said to Meredith really got to him. He didn't make and effort to be friends with Lexie again. Actually, no one really did. He thought that she'd remember soon and that everything would be back to normal. But then again, he had no time. He had a girlfriend and a father to take care of. But it wasn't an excuse. He wanted it to be, but it wasn't, he knew that.

"Meredith, just try, that's all I'm asking, you'll always regret it if you don't. Because when she remembers, she'll also remember you not trying to get to know her. Again."

With that, Jackson up and left.

Meredith was left behind feeling horrible. But she had to keep it together, she had a family. One that her sister used to belong to, until she had screwed it up. She walked away, she'd try tomorrow. Or the day after that.

At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeral

At every occasion, once more, it's called the funeral

At every occasion, oh, I'm ready for the funeral

At every occasion, oh, one billion day funeral

Ali met Jackson for therapy around 5. "Hey hot stuff." She said, smiling.

"Hey. Thank you for letting me join."

"It's just to take your mind off of things a little. I'm not really that interesting."

They entered Dr. Wyatt's office.

"Hey, W-dog." Ali greeted. "Merry therapy."

"Merry therapy to you too." Wyatt said, smiling. She quite liked this patient. She noticed Jackson. "Dr. Avery, what can I do for you?" She was nervous, normally when one of the big guys came to your office, it was go-time.

"Oh, I brought him along." Ali said. "He's just a friend and I'm taking him to watch."

"Well, sit down." Wyatt said, clearly relieved she wasn't getting fired.

Ali and Jackson both sat down on the couch.

"How was your day, Ali?" Wyatt asked.

"It was alright, I guess. I had to cut off some patient's balls. He wasn't too happy."

"And how did that make you feel?"

"Well, I felt sad, but he was going to be fine."

"I heard you went to a wedding yesterday."

Jackson was watching and felt anxious now.

"I did." Ali said, glancing at Jackson.

"Do you remember any other weddings you went to?"

"I don't." Ali said truthfully.

"Do you think you ever had a wedding?" Wyatt asked.

"No, I don't." She sighed. "When they found me, I wasn't wearing a ring or anything. It could have fallen off, but still… And I'd like to believe that if I had a husband he'd bury me instead of leave me in the woods."

"Right." Wyatt wrote some things down. "Did you enjoy the wedding?"

"Not really, it was cold." Ali said.

"Let's talk about George." Wyatt said.

"No thank you." Ali said.

I'm coming up only to show you're down for

And coming up only to show you're wrong.

"What happened?" Wyatt accused her.

"I remembered. I lied to you earlier. I remember another wedding. Well, sort of. It was in a church. George was sitting there. And I walked up to him and we talked."

"And that was it?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"What did you talk about?"

"Izzie… I don't know who this Izzie person was but she was marrying Alex…" Ali then closed her eyes. "Where do I know that name from?" She sighed. "I don't remember."

"Was this an important moment?" Wyatt asked.

"I guess. We talked about George and Izzie, and how he missed her. And I was in a relationship, George almost said with who, but I don't remember who."

"You don't have too." Wyatt said, smiling. "This is great progress."

"I just wish I knew who it was that I was dating."

"You'll remember."

"Not soon enough."

Jackson had actually kind of forgotten about his own problems with she who must not be named. He knew what she remembered. She remembered Alex's wedding, and almost Alex. This was big. She was getting closer to the truth and finally he wouldn't have to lie anymore soon. She almost remembered Alex. It frightened him a little, though. After she'd find out, things would never be the same again.

They talked some more about a dark period in her life right after she was found and Jackson nearly crunched after hearing her describe the tons of surgeries and pain she went through all by herself. He couldn't believe he wasn't there for her then. That no one was.

He smiled after he heard her say she connected with others though. She'd always connect, she was special like that.

To the outside, the dead leaves lay on the lawn

For they don't have trees to hang upon.

After an hour, they walked out of there.

"That was heavy." Jackson said after they closed the door.

"Almost makes you seem like a whiny ass." Ali teased him.

He rolled his eyes. "Come on, let's get a drink."

Thankfully, he hadn't run into Stephanie today and April was still on her honeymoon. Lexie had really gotten him through this day. It helped that no one dared to look at him differently as he was the boss.

Ooooooooh Oooooooooh

Ooooooooh Oooooooooh

Ali was sitting at the bar and Jackson was doing his business when some guy approached her, he wasn't all that ugly but she just wasn't interested.

"Hey gorgeous." He said.

She barely looked up.

"How are you doing?" He asked her.

"Peachy." She looked up at the asshole who was bothering her and he was smiling at her with a bunch of white teeth. "Can you stop smiling so much? It's giving me a head-ache."

Jackson just arrived and smiled at her comment. She'd never change.

"You don't have to play hard to get." The guy said, grinning

"Oh no, I'm not playing. I actually am hard to get."

"So this-" He pointed at his body. "doesn't do it for you?"

Ali looked him up and down. "Nah. So here's how it's gonna go. You're going to walk away and go back to your buds, and forget this totally embarrassing thing. Then, you're going to get completely wasted and you'll go home alone. And when you're in your bed, don't you even dare think about me as you're playing with yourself."

"Understood." The guy said seriously. "I won't. You're hot though."

"Bye now." She said, and the guy walked away.

"Ali Grey, rejecting people the right way." Jackson said, smiling. "That should be your slogan."

"What? He was just some creepy guy."

"Oh, I know, I'm not disagreeing. I just think it's funny."

"Shut up, loser."

They laughed and talked for the rest of the night as they ate fries. He almost forgot about April. Almost. Today was pretty okay, but still she'd been in his every thought. He looked at Ali as she was laughing about something he had said, and he knew that the girl in front of him would help him get over everything. And he'd help her. How, he had no idea. But he would.

At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeral

At every occasion, once more, it's called the funeral

At every occasion, oh, I'm ready for the funeral

Every occasion, oh, one billion day funeral

A/N: So let me know if I should continue writing, because I'm not so sure what to do next. Review if you like, then I know what to write.