I do not own any characters, plots, or anything else pertaining to "Grey's Anatomy". Wow, thanks to everyone that has taken the time to follow/favorite and comment on this story. I really appreciate all the support from all of you. This chapter will feature April's P.O.V about her run-in with Jackson in the previous chapter. I hope everyone continues to enjoy this story.
Chapter 3
Moving On
April makes her way down the hallway, having enough of explaining herself to Jackson. She can't believe how hypocritical he's being about everything. For months, he's completely shut her out of his life, and now he doesn't like her doing the same. April feels her anger rising inside of her, threating to consume her. They no longer belong to each other and it grates her that he thinks that he can treat her as if they do. She heads straight towards the intern locker room, barging right through the door. April spots Vik in the corner, just pulling his scrub top over his head, and quickly makes her way over to him. His eyes meet hers, as she grabs him by the arm to drag him out of the room. "Where are we going?" April turns to smile at him. "To live life." With that, Vik doesn't say another word, but lets her lead him to the nearest on-call room. April refuses to let Jackson control any aspect of her life anymore.
A few hours later, April makes her way to the parking lot, on her way to pick up Harriet. She's dreading the upcoming fight their sure to have as soon as he opens the door. April is so tired of fighting with him and going around in circles. She reaches her car and settles into the driver seat. April starts the car and makes her way to Jackson's house. A home she used to share with him, a home that she thought they'd always share. She shakes her head, pushing the what ifs out of her mind. April had been foolish enough to think that he'd ever want to be with her again. Why would he, considering that he deemed her the bad guy in their failed relationship? April takes a sharp breath in, as she continues the short drive to his house.
Five minutes pass, before she pulls into the driveway. April gets out of the car and walks up to the front door. She knocks and waits for a few moments, before the door opens. Jackson stands in front of her, with Harriet in his arms. "Before you take her, we need to talk." April shakes her head. "There's nothing left to talk about, Jackson." He gives her that look, the one that says he's about to unload on her. April doesn't need this right now, so she sighs to herself. "I just want my daughter." Jackson's expression changes to one of confusion. "You're not taking her until we talk." She feels the anger inside of her begin to ignite. "You can't keep me from taking my daughter." Jackson takes a sharp breath in and a silence falls between them. April can't understand why he's doing this, why he even cares at this point. Using their daughter as a bargaining chip to talk to her is low.
Harriet fills the silence with her babbles for a few moments, before Jackson's eyes meet hers. "I know you, April. You're not the type of woman that sleeps around, what's bothering you?" She looks into his eyes, seeing the compassion and love within them. Just like that, he's the man she fell in love with all those years ago, her best friend. This makes her even angrier, as she feels herself explode. "Where were you?" His eyes go wide. "What?" April can't help the words that are about to come out of her mouth, she's tired of suppressing them. He needs to hear them. "Where were you when the whole hospital turned against me after I became interim Chief, or after Montana, when I was waiting for you to do something, say anything, about what happened between us? You made me look like a fool, Jackson." She takes a steadying breath, trying her best to hold back the tears, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. "I know I hurt you after I went to Jordan and I'm so sorry for that. But the way you ignored me and relegated me to merely the mother of your child, it hurt Jackson, it hurt." The tears come and she avoids his eyes, knowing what she'll see there. April doesn't need his pity, not now, or ever again.
Another silence follows, this one longer than the last, before he clears his throat. "I'm sorry, April." Her eyes lock with his, giving him a glare. "Where was that sorry months ago? I've been waiting for that sorry from you and you couldn't say it until, what, I was moving on?" Jackson stares at her with what looks like hurt in his eyes. She can't afford to feel sorry for him, be drawn back in. "So, you're moving on with that intern?" April nods her head. "Yes, Jackson, I'm moving on." With that, he finally hands Harriet over to her, and she turns to leave. She doesn't dare to look back, knowing the hurt she'll see when he does.
Hours later, April gives Harriet a kiss on her forehead, and then whispers. "Good night, nugget." She smiles down at her little girl, before leaving the room, and making her way down the hall to her own room. April's had a long day and she's ready for her head to finally hit the pillow. From saving that little girl, to having that long fight with Jackson, she's exhausted. April quickly jumps into bed and closes her eyes. She wonders if her life will ever be uncomplicated because she's tired of everything being so complicated. April takes a sharp breath in, staring at the ceiling above her, knowing that she's doing the right thing. Moving on is the only way for her life to be uncomplicated, the only way Jackson won't have the power to hurt her anymore.