AU: One of them as a ghost.
"You don't live here."
"I did."
He frowns, "When?"
The young woman, read-haired and hazel-eyed, pauses, "Before you did apparently."
Apparitions. Phantoms. Ghosts. Spirits. The words have never made much sense to him, a strong believer in what you can see and touch.
"Wait... What year do you think it is?"
"It's 1999, right?"
Looking her up and down, Jackson notices her choice of clothing. Jeans with a floral blouse could easily pass for this century but the hair-clips and sneakers on her feet prove otherwise.
"It's 2014." He informs the girl (or is she woman?), a sorrowful smile on his face.
The redhead gasps, hands clasping in her lap as she drops down to sit on his couch. Her bottom meets the cushion and she sighs.
"How could this happen?"
"I'm a doctor, not a scientist, alright? I have no idea. Look, maybe you're just re ally old-fashioned and confused. Are you sure you don't live down the street or something?"
She, twenty-four year old of six years April Kepner, scowls, "I know this is my apartment. See that chip in the door over there? That's from when I got burgled. And that odd window in the bedroom? That's where my sister threw a chair outside when I wouldn't let her have a guy sleep over."
"I take it you don't- didn't have many guys over here?"
April frowns again, eyeing him carefully.
He was good looking, she'd admit that much. But he wasn't really her type, not that she'd ever had a type in the first place.
"And what makes you say that?"
"Well, you're, you know- Neurotic and kind of noisy-"
"You don't even know me!"
Jackson rolls his eyes, "You barge through my front door and claim that this is your place! Then you attack me and-"
"I didn't barge through the door."
"Alright, fine, you shoved your little way in-"
April stops looking at him, eyes instead focusing on the television screen, "No! I- I didn't barge through anything. I didn't even knock, I-"
"You what?"
"I just... came in."
Apparitions. Phantoms. Ghosts. Spirits. The words have never made much sense to him, a strong believer in what you can see and touch.
But maybe this time he's just a little bit weary.