12 Hours Earlier

Jo is so sick of this stupid convention, her feet hurt and she keeps getting hit on by every creep in this place, seriously you'd think doctors would know the value of brushing your teeth. She swears she is gonna kill Meredith when she gets back, why the hell did she send Jo in her place? She sold this as a weekend away, a few lectures and full access to the hotel spa, some time for Jo to relax on her own. Instead, it had turned into something Jo considered a living nightmare.

She'd first seen his name on the sign-in sheet, for some reason her brain and short wired and she'd had checked the K section before W like she had momentarily forgotten she wasn't a Karev anymore and hadn't been for six years. It's funny Karev was the name she'd had for the shortest time but one that had left the most scars. He has here. Life is a cruel fucker that much Jo knows, if there's a god up there he's handing her one shit bag after the other and she wishes he wouldn't.

She's called Meredith fives times, getting through to her voicemail each time, had she set this up knowing he'd be here? Surely she wouldn't do that. She's cold but not that cold, plus surely she'd rather see him then Jo would. Either way, he's here and Jo has spent the last two days hiding out in her room, sneaking down to conferences she assumed he wouldn't be attending because let's face it, she's not even sure why he's here.

But tonight...tonight after being holed up in her room for hours on end Jo thought fuck it, that asshole has hurt me for the last time, he may have left her but she was not gonna hide like she the one that should be ashamed. She's stronger than that.

And this is how Jo found herself standing at the bar of this ridiculously expensive hotel, feeling his eyes burn into the back of her head while she pretends to be interested in whatever this cocky boy surgeon has to say. It would help if this guy could look at her eyes and not her chest but hey ho.

"So what's a pretty doctor like you doing here alone?" Urgh is he really gonna use that line, he is sleazier then he looks and he's wearing more cologne then what should be humanly possible, with enough gel smoothing down his hair to grease a frying pan.

Jo rolls her eyes at his lame attempt trying to keep her bar stall facing forward but she can feel him trying to manoeuvre it towards himself. "Smooth and does that line ever work." She asks, signalling the bartender.

"You tell me?" He asks, winking at her as he chews on the toothpick from his martini.

"I'm married," Jo grumbles, flashing her ring hand at him as she excepts her fourth glass of wine from the bartender, smiling appreciatively at the guy before turning towards the sleazy doctor who can't seem to take a hint.

"So am I, wanna compare horror stories?" He grins, pulling a sterling silver band from his pocket, twiddling it between his fingers like it's a piece of junk before popping it back in his pocket. How is it possible that he is sleazier than he looks? Jo shifted uncomfortably in her seat trying to pull her dress down to cover her knees. If only he knew the horror stories she could tell...three marriages in. Still, she couldn't help feeling bad for his wife, Jo pitied the women married to this shitbag.

"I'd rather not talk at all," Jo replies coldly, taking a big gulp of her wine.

"Oh well, I like your thinking." He winks again, leaning in, damn this guy really didn't take a hint, Jo tries to keep her composure as his breath fans her face, seriously has he heard of a mint?

"I bet you do." Jo nods, she can still feel that tingling sensation at the back of her neck which at this moment she finds oddly comforting like she knows he's watching which means she knows she is safe.

"You know my room has a pretty good view of the gardens." The guy continues his advances leaning over to play with a wisp of Jo's hair that's fallen loose. "If you wanna come take a look that is?" He murmurs, his eyes still staring directly down her cleavage.

Jo can feel her anger beginning to bubble, which is never a good sign, grabbing hold of shit bags hand she pulls it down away from her face, squeezing it tightly. "You're very confident and in my experience, that usually means you're overcompensating for something." Jo snaps giving the shocked Dr a pointed look before glancing to his downstairs.

She watches as he takes a nervous gulp before she narrows her eyes at him plastering on a fake smile before spinning round in her chair and grabbing her purse as she gets up to leave.

However she's stopped in her tracks, the minute she turns around her eyes immediately find him, he's already staring at her, he's standing up, his fists clenched, it almost looks he was about to head over to where she was like he'd watched the whole situation go down and wanted to intervene.

"Well let me prove you wrong." She vaguely hears the shit bag sleazy doctor say, but her eyes are trained on him, she's not the only one, the stupid blonde doctor he was sitting with (who she knows for a fact is not Izzie Stevens) is staring up at him, looking slightly mortified at the fact he's just jumped up for no apparent reason.

How dare he. How dare he be here. How dare he be here with some other women. How dare he leave her. How dare he still give a crap. How fucking dare him.

"Fine let's go," Jo growls, narrowing her eyes at Alex, before turning back offering her hand out to the doctor. He's not that bad looking and this weekend was for relaxing, after all, hopefully, he knows his way around the bedroom and Jo needs the release.

"Seriously?!" The shit bag asks, jumping out his seat, clearly eager to except Jo's offer.

"Don't lose your confidence now." Jo winks, biting her bottom lip seductively.

"Let me lead the way." He exclaims, throwing a couple of 100 dollar bills down, as he grins, grabbing Jo around the waist leading her from the bar eagerly.


"Mhmm damn, you're sexy." Snobby doctor groans, Jo feels a bit shitty that she doesn't even know his name but it's too late to ask now. The second they had excited the elevators on Jo's floor hed had her pressed up against the wall his hands immediately sinking below Jo's waist, he was rough with his kisses and nothing about it was relaxing. She could feel him trying to fumble with his zipper already as if Jo as gonna let I'm fuck her against the wall outside.

"Seriously shut up," Jo mutters, trying to relax but it's hard when his tongue is licking everything it can get access to, including her cheeks which is not fucking sexy at all.

After a minute or two or the washing machine assault Jo decides her heart wasn't it, she wasn't sure what came over him at the bar but sleeping with random men she didn't like was not her thing. "Urgh stop" Jo groans pushing at his chest when he bites down her bottom lip hard, so hard it fucking hurt.

"Aha playing hard to get I like it." The shit bag moans, taking hold of Jo's hands that were pushing against his chest and pinning them to her side, turning his attention to her neck.

"No…No" Jo mutters, panic starting to set in as he holds her arms firmly, she's trying to get out his grip but he's got her trapped against the wall. Where the fuck is everyone? "Stop" Jo cries out, turning her face away from him, wincing as he bites down on the spot between her neck and shoulder. "Stop...please." She groans, finally breaking loose from his grip, she shoves him hard using all her strength but he only stumbles back a few steps, not enough to let Jo escape.

"Mhmm come on don't be a tease." He mutters, whipping saliva off his lips as he reaches out grabbing the flimsy spaghetti strap of Jo's dress and ripping it down exposing Jos strapless bra.

"Get off me you freak." Jo cries louder this time hoping someone else will get off the elevator any moment. Jo looks around frantically for an escape, covering her chest with one arm as she holds the other one out in front of her in a lame attempt to protect herself.

"Fuck you bitch…" He spits at the floor in front of Jo, grabbing her outstretched arm twisting it as he pulls her closer. "Think you can spend all night teasing me? I could've wasted my time on another worthless whore but I picked you so be a good doctor." He growls, pulling Jo's other hand off her ripped dress replacing it with his own, skimming his fingers over the lace of her bra.

"Stop...please...I'm sorry" Jo whimpers, she feels like she's gonna be sick, hot tears are rolling down her face as she fights against his grip, hating that he has his hands on her body.

"She said stop." Bellowed a voice from them.

Suddenly the snobby doctor is ripped off her, a blur of blue falling to the floor. Scrambling backwards, Jo covers up her exposed breasts, her hands trying to tug up her dress as she watches the ongoing fight. She can only see the back of his head but she knows it is him, of course, it's him, the sound of his voice had sent shivers down her spine.

Jo's legs go wobbly as she struggles to stand upright, she leans against the wall, watching as his fist continues to pummel into the snobby doctor's face, it's not a fair fight, he's got the upper hand, having surprised the guy and knocked him off his feet.

He's gonna kill him if she doesn't stop this but the words aren't coming out her mouth, blood splatters against the wall and she hears a piercing scream break out.

It takes Jo a second to realise she's the one screaming the sound of her pounding heart still blocking her ears.

"Alex, Stop" Jo cries, tears rolling down her face as she processed what almost just happened. Alex turns to face Jo, the snobby doctor who's face Jo can barely make out, scrambles out from underneath him and runs down the hallway. Not that he had to worry, Alex's attention isn't on him anymore, instead his eyes are planted firmly on Jo. He's frozen.

Her eyes are locked on his, overwhelmed by the feeling of warmth and comfort she gets every time she sees him. Jo's surprised that even after the way things ended she still finds her safest space is wherever he is.

"Are you okay?" Alex questions, his breathing is ragged as he straightens out, catching sight of his own bloody hands. "Jo are you okay?...did he?" He reaches out for her but she backs up against the wall, her hand still clutched to her chest, recoiling at the sight of his blooded suit, too many flashbacks running through her mind.

"Jo?..." Alex begs, his eyes softening as he wipes the blood on his suit pants, he stretches his hand out for her, but does not come any closer.

"I'm okay." Jo croaks, her hands shaking as she clasps his. She hates herself because the second her skin touched his she immediately feels safer. "Thank...you" she mutters looking down at his bloody suit and her ripped dress.

"You don't have to thank me" Alex murmurs, he's scanning her over, there's a nasty bruise on her neck and her lips busted but other than that he can't see any obvious wounds. Fuck why hadn't he followed her out immediately? He knew something was wrong with that guy the minute hed wondered over to Jo, he just couldn't take no for an answer.

"Of course I do" Jo lets out another sob her hands tremble as she brings one over her mouth like she's about to be sick. He was gonna rape her, he was going to rape and Alex...Alex had come out of nowhere to save her damnit.

"Anyone would have done it Jo" She shrinks away as her name leaves his mouth, the sick feeling in her stomach returning. It hurt to look at him and yet she couldn't look away, her brain was foggy it was probably the four glasses wine and the adrenaline.

"Maybe so but no one else was watching…" Jo points out, the corners of her lips twitching but she can't bring herself to smile, she scans him over, his hair a bit greyer then it was before but it suits him. Despite the blood-covered suit he looks well, she notices an absent wedding band on his finger and the way that young blonde that has been hanging over him this weekend she's figured he must not be with Izzie anymore, Jo's stomach churns at the thought.

Alex looks away sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry about that…."

The ding of the lift breaks their awkward tension, making Jo jump as a drunk couple exit the elevator, too wrapped up in each other to notice Jo and Alex.

"Erm, I should get cleaned up." Alex mumbles, looking down at his bloody knuckles before shifting his gaze around, the bar must've just closed because the elevator dings again as a larger group emerge.

Jo nods, smiling softly trying to convey her thanks again. "My rooms just down the hall." She mumbles, gesturing towards the hallway.

Alex lets out a sigh, before straightening out his jacket. "I'll walk you" he states, he's not asking and frankly Jo is too tired to argue with him. There's a lot she wants to say not but know is neither the time nor place.

He follows Jo down the hall in silence, she can feel his eyes on the back of her head as she walks, the tingling sensation coming back, as they reach the door Alex stops a few steps behind Jo, he gives her an awkward nod as she turns back to him, letting him know they've reached her door. "You wanna come in? Get cleaned up?" She asks, she's not sure why, but he's covered in blood, he probably shouldn't be walking around the hotel like that and the way he's massaging his hand she knows he's hurt it.

Alex opens up his mouth, he sort of resembles a goldish, clearly floored by her offer. "It's fine I can go to my own room, it's just the next floor up." He points towards the ceiling. Jo sees a pain flash in his eyes as he rejects her offer and it's not from his hand.

"Alex cut the crap it's fine, it's the least I can do really." Jo sighs, shaking her head, as she finds her hotel room key in her purse and swipes the door open, "Seriously Alex, it's fine come in." She grumbles already disappearing into the room.

"Okay...okay" Alex nods, as the elevator dings and another large group exits, Alex recognises some of the doctors from the conference and it only takes one look at his bloody appearance and he is doing the one thing he really shouldn't do he's following Jo into her hotel room. Here comes trouble.


Thank you so much for all your lovely reviews, I'm so sorry it has taken me so long to update I was focusing on my other story which is coming to an end and my Tumblr where I've been writing some much fluffier prompts.

Good news is that I've planned out the whole story and it should be a good one, it might take a few chapters to get into the swing of it but I think you guys will really love it.

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