Sorry for the wait, I hope this lives up to what you wanted. Thank you guys so much for reviewing! I know a lot of people want drama and I can tell you that that's coming up, so keep a look out already because it kind of starts in this episode even though it may not seem like it. That was little subtle hint for you guys :) There's another little part of the Grey's story in here somewhere so you can get an idea of where things are and where the story is up to now. It's gonna be pretty difficult to make it at least nine seasons long. Anyways, enjoy! :)
He doesn't touch her for the next few seconds, instead his hands stall on her waist and he stays in place, head lifted up towards the door.
April's eyes widen and she bites her lip, clamping a hand over his mouth when he goes to talk.
He groans and tries to hide back a smirk, "Did you lock the door?" He mouths and she shrugs her shoulders with a huff, forgetting whether she locked them in or not.
"What the hell-" Jackson recognizes the voice and sighs, moving to a sat-up position.
She follows his lead and frowns, "Who is it?"
He goes to talk when the seemingly annoyed person slams on the door a few more times before and tries to wiggle the handle. "Yang."
April stays still, pulling down on her dress and rushing a hand through her hair to tidy it up.
He creases his brow and stares over at her, "What are you doing?" He asks out of curiosity. She can't possible go out there-
The redhead stands up and stretches her arms out, "We've got to leave at some point." She has a point, he thinks, but then as soon as he goes to agree with her, he reminds himself that Cristina knows about his deal with Alex and she's sure to spill some very interesting details about what she saw in the supply closet.
April reaches for the handle to unlock the door until he grabs her arm lightly and pulls her back against him. Her back hits against his chest and he holds a finger up against her lips, "She's gonna leave. Just wait a second." He tells her quietly as an after-thought, resting his other hand on her hip to keep her in place.
She glances around the room as her eyes flicker open and close, taking in her surroundings. Bed-pans, tubes and linens. Interesting.
They hear footsteps walk away from the door and April steps forward, slowly turning the lock. Jackson pauses behind her, unsure if they should leave the room or not.
He doesn't have much time to think about it before April walks out into the hall and gasps when someone calls her out.
"Aha!" Cristina points out loudly, directing her finger at the younger doctor.
April's face flushes and she folds her arms over her chest, clearly uncomfortable.
Jackson figures that he can't just leave her out there alone to deal with yang so he creep his way out of the closet with a grin to hide his discomfort.
"Come on, Kepner, who were you- Pretty boy!" She exclaims and smirks, crossing her arms proudly. "I have to say, I didn't think you had it in you."
He rolls his eyes and grabs April's hand quickly, pulling her along after him. She jogs, or at least tries the best she can in her heels, to keep up with him, as he shouts behind him to Yang, "If you tell anybody, I'll make sure you never get considered for the Harper Avery Award." He threatens and her faces blanks, clearly not amused at his attempt to blackmail her.
She pouts briefly before shrugging it off with a nervous chuckle, "He wouldn't dare." She tells herself.
As they hurry away from the other intern, Jackson mentally applauds himself. He never uses his family name for anything, or at least he tries his best not to, but sometimes it's an advantage.
He hears a soft giggle beside him and stops his tracks, leaning against a wall. April stops next to him and stops her laughing to catch her breath, "I think she actually believed you!"
Jackson smiles down at her, "I was being serious." April continues to laugh and he turns toward her, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her hair carefully. She softly fidgets and bites her lip, casting her attention down at the floor.
He notices her slight discomfort and pulls his hand away. He blinks a few times and sighs, staring down at the ground as well, "I'm sorry." He shakes his head to brush it off and looks up when she grasps his arm.
"It's fine, really." She tells him, "It's just- I don't.. When you do little things like that, I get all weird and flustered and I'm sorry. It's embarrassing. You shouldn't have to apologize, I should."
He frowns, leaning his head back on the wall as he gazes down at her.
She just seems so nervous and apprehensive that he's not entirely sure how to act around her.
Every girl he's ever been friends with her, or ever been with for that matter, has been confident and out-going. They've never been a shy and conscious girl from Ohio. They've never had to apologize for getting all perplexed and heated around him.
He knows he's good looking, he can't lie about that. He knows that he gets lots of attention from women because of his looks, he can't lie about that either. But he doesn't want her to feel anxious and agitated because of him. He figures that she's a naturally fussy person, that she gets easily worked up and bothered, and that she might be slightly unhinged sometimes.
But he's willing to handle it. He can handle it because she's his friend, and he likes her, and he enjoys being with her. And he doesn't want that to stop just because she feels awkward around him. So, he going to calm her down, in any which way he can without spooking her, without taking things too far.
His pager stops his train of thought and he quickly picks up the black beeper, cursing under his breath. He sighs and starts walking away from her, "My patient's coding, but I'll find you after!" He calls after himself and waves her off.
April watches him leave, a small smile on her face. She needs to stop being so weird and unsettled around him, she thinks with a mental kick. He's her friend, she likes him, and she enjoys being with him. But when he touches her a certain way, or does something remotely adorable, she starts to lose her mind and has to restrain herself from jumping him.
She's not experienced, she tells herself, that has to be it. She has no experience when it comes to guys. She's knew to everything. And then, he comes in, makes her feel all hot and bothered, and then apologizes when she's the one who gets irritated. But irritated in the best way possible. In a way that she never wants to stop feeling, that she never wants to let go of. And she never wants to let go of him because he's the source of that joy and satisfaction.
Satisfaction that eventually makes her feel uneasy when she reminds herself that she can't take things too far because she's not that kind of girl.
It's fun, she notes, they're having fun. Besides, a little pleasure and entertainment never killed anybody.
But she's unsure where the fun ends, and the serious and honest things begin.
"So," Alex starts as he slides his tray across the cafeteria table. He picks up his fork and sticks it into his meal roughly. "There's a pair of women's panties on the bulletin board." He smirks and stuffs the fork-full of food into his mouth, chewing down on the potatoes as he speaks, "Have you got something' to tell me, Avery?"
Jackson lifts his head and stares at him blankly, "I'm more of a boxers guy myself. But thanks for checking."
Alex rolls his eyes, "Dude, I'm being serious! Are they your girlfriend's?"
"Okay. A, I have no idea what you're talking about. B, they're not April's underwear. And C, she's not my girlfriend." He tells him simply before shaking his head and getting back to his lunch.
"Why are you getting do defensive? It was just a question." He squints his eyes and watches his friend attentively, "You're hiding something, aren't you?"
Jackson stands up and picks up his tray to leave.
"Hey, how do you know what her underwear looks like?"
Shit.
"Mr. Sampson, I'm here to check on your stitches." April says as she pulls open the curtain.
The slightly older man laying in the bed groans and turns over onto his back. His frown turns to an eerie grin when he takes in the appearance of his doctor.
He watches the way her red hair spins as she turns around to reach for the gauze pads.
She catches him staring at her behind from the corner of her eye and swallows a breath, mentally cursing herself for picking up this chart. Of course, she had to get dealt with the creepy middle-aged guy who couldn't keep his eyes off her ass.
She reminds herself that she's a doctor and that, over her residency, she's going to have to deal with numerous weird and disturbing patients. So, really, this guy is just the first of many.
April quickly turns around to stop his view of her behind and she fakes a smile. She can't help but feel slightly terrified under the man's gaze, lightly petrified from his unpleasant look.
Luckily, she didn't close the curtain so the other doctors and patients are still in clear view.
She's never been one to deal well with older guys. She remembers when she used to walk to school and back with her sisters, and the nasty wolf-whistles that came from builders across the street. People were atrocious and gross sometimes.
"You're doing a fine job there, Sweet-Ass." He tells her and she nervously laughs, trying her best not to cringe at his nickname.
"Thank you."
She notices the way he's staring at her breasts and suddenly feels very self-conscious, tugging her scrub top higher when she turns around to grab some more cloths from the side stray.
April thanks her stars when she recognizes the voice behind her. She turns around and smiles when she spots Jackson guardedly eyeing her patient.
She smiles up at him and he stares back down at her with a worried look, "Are you okay?" He tries to sound discreet to not unnerve the man in the bed, but he couldn't help but notice the way the man's eyes followed his friend around the room.
April nods with a fake and nervous smile and he catches on, sending her a reassuring look.
"Okay. Uh, I was gonna head to Joe's, are you almost done here, or-?"
She eagerly cuts him off, and places the utensils back down onto the tray, "I'm almost done here." She smiles and mutters under her breath, "Thank God."
Jackson grins and crosses his arms, "I'll meet you in the locker room?"
She nods with a smile before he walks away, and she finishes up with Mr. Sampson.
"Is that your boyfriend, Sweet-Ass?" He questions and she feels the need to lie, just to keep this guy off her back.
"Yep. He's my boyfriend. He's all mine. I'm all his. No one else's." She speaks quickly, tying up the stitches on the man's battered arm.
He groans deeply and frowns beside her, "That's a shame, Sweet-Ass. I could have treated you better than he can."
She awkwardly stands there, cleaning up his arm with a distant smile, "I am sure that's true." She tells him nicely, avoiding the haunting expression on his face. "So, I'm all done here, and Dr. Torres will come and check on you later on, okay?"
Mr. Sampson licks his lips and smirks, "Is she as nice as you are?" He teases.
April anxiously laughs and heads back toward the curtain. "She's even nicer."
She heads back into the main emergency room, closing the curtain on her way.
She takes a deep breath to collect herself and shudders.
"He was seriously scaring me to death!" She tells him, holding her hands up, her eyes wide.
Jackson shakes his head with a chuckle before taking another sip of his drink.
April continues to ramble on about random things and he tries his best to listen to her, but instead gets his attention stuck on the necklace around her neck.
He's never noticed it before and he frowns, "You wear a cross?"
She follows his gaze and looks down at her chest, spotting the tiny cross hanging around her neck. She ignores the fact that he clearly wasn't listening to what she was saying and explains, "Uh, yeah. It was a gift from my parents for my 18th birthday." She tells him shyly and grabs the small object between her fingers, "I guess it's pretty stupid that I still wear it." She breathes with a slightly laugh.
He creases his forehead and shakes his head at her, "No, it's- It's important to you. And it's nice. You know, that you still wear it." He catches the disbelieving look on her face and smiles, "Seriously."
April slowly nods and lets go of the cross, "I guess I just find it weird because of what I do. I mean, I'm a doctor. I should believe in the science of everything. And, I do. I believe in all of that, evolution and everything, but I was raised to believe in God and to pray for miracles."
"Miracles happen in science." He tries and runs the tip of his finger over the rim of his glass.
She watches his hand and nods, agreeing with him. She lifts up her beer and takes a huge sip before slamming the bottle down on the table,
"I want to get drunk!" She declares and stands up to go and order another set of drinks.
He grabs her arm lightly in his own and pulls her back down, "No, no, no. We have work tomorrow." She pouts and Jackson laughs beside her, watching as she pulls her arm away and heads over to the bar anyway.
She comes back a few minutes later with a tray full of shots and two beers. She holds out a shot glass to him and grins, "Drink."
He obliges with a groan, downing the quick drink. She giggles at his face and holds out another one for him. "I thought you were getting drunk, not me."
April sits down on the table and swallows her shot, "That's no fun. You need to be drunk too." She informs him and pushes another shot glass up to his lips.
He grabs the small glass and sets it back down on the table, "Stop." He tells her with a slightly smile but she picks up her beer and downs the liquid rapidly.
She bends forward all of a sudden, seemingly about to puke. She refrains and lifts her head. He stands up and tugs her up alongside him. He gently pulls her over to the bathrooms, trying to get her over a toilet before she spills her guts up. So, she's a lightweight, he figures.
He doesn't make it all the way to the bathrooms before she's pushing him back against the brick wall, her lips crashing down on his and her hands attacking his body. He reminds himself that she's quite drunk, that she's not fully conscious of what she's doing. But then she goes and gropes his junk and he forgets what he was thinking about in the first place.
Her hands travel up his chest, resting on his shoulders as he grasps the back of her neck gently in his hand, pulling her closer to him. She moans into his mouth when he spins her around, pressing her back against the lined wall. He pulls her hands back when she goes to remove his shirt, reminding himself that they're in a public place. When she lets go off the bottom of his shirt and grips his shoulders instead, he places his hands on either side of her head, caging her in against the wall.
She allows his tongue to enter her mouth and she bites down on his bottom lip, making him grunt against her mouth. She gingerly giggles and cups his face between her hands, relishing the feel of his tongue licking her lips.
And then there it is.
Within a second, she's crouched down in the corner, hurling her guts up. "Oh, God." She gasps and shivers, standing up and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand neatly. She folds her arms over her chest and bashfully smiles up at him.
Jackson chuckles and wraps an arm around her shoulders, "Let's get you home." He tells her as they make they're way out of the bar, stopping only to tell Joe about the clean-up near the bathrooms.