I have no clue what this story is going to be about, I'm just going to write and if I like it, edit it and post it.

Disclaimer- I don't own the show or any of it's characters. I simply own the plot and the characters I make up.

Hermosa06-Thanks (:

jenanistonrockz–Yea, there will be and the chapter's are going to get longer ideally. I just like to post shorter chapter's to start it, so I can get feed back and see if there's even interest in the story, this chapter will probably revolve around a few other characters.

Lky13-Thank you so much.

In-A-Parallel-World-thanks, I hated sad tragic slexie :(

BekaRoo-Lexie's sixteen and Marks 19-20ish. I wanted to keep a relatively noticeable age gap while still making it plausible and semi accepted by society. And if the photographic memory comes into play then ya she will be.

Kristina sat in the chair across from her professor, she had decided to stop by and talk to him about the material. She found it far to easy and wanted to be challenged. He was looking through her grades from the class, the lowest was a 98% on an assignment in which as he was scanning over, he realized she had got the question right and it was his mistake.

"You've got excellent marks, I can't possibly understand why you're here right now. You clearly understand the material. What can I help you with?" Mr. Owen Hunt asked his best student.

"I need to be challenged, I'm bored in here, hell I've already finished all the homework on the syllabus. I was put in this class because I have to take it; there wasn't any test I was able to take to get out of it. So I need you to give me a reason to care for this class, a reason to want to show up everyday." Kristina pleaded her case. Owen sat there for a minute, pondering her desires.

"I don't have much of a solution, this is a basic level class, and there isn't anything tougher I can provide for you. You may be able to transfer out of the class, but seeing as it's late in the semester you'll receive a fail grade." This was all the answer he could give the girl in front of him. She sat there in a trance for a moment, and then out of nowhere she kissed the professor.

"Miss Yang, I do not condone that type of-"He was cut off by a hungrier, more passionate kiss. After a few moments of resisting he finally gave in and returned the kiss with all its passion. This went on for several minutes before either backed away.

"I'm sure you can come up with something." Kristina gave a grin before standing up to leave. "Oh and I'm free after class Wednesday, if you'd like to inform me of what you've come up with."

"You know where to find me, Miss Yang." Was all he replied as she walked away. He was in a predicament that fascinated him for sure. It was wrong and dangerous. He could lose his job as well as his wife over this, and yet he wasn't willing to turn away from this amazing young woman.

April and Avery were at a park swinging on a tire swing together. The sun was hidden behind some clouds and there wasn't a kid in sight.

"So how awesome is it that we don't have to go to school and take midterms today?" April giggled as she spun the swing they were sharing.

"Pretty awesome, gotta love being a senior." Avery replied to the girl in front of him.

"So where are thinking about going for college, staying in Seattle or leaving the state?" April proposed shyly.

"I don't know, it depends." He said kicking wood chips on the ground below.

"On?" April inquired, not really sure if she wanted an answer. She wasn't sure if she wanted to know she was losing her best friend or not.

"Stuff. What about you?" He starred at the girl he'd known since he was two.

"In state, with my mom's chemo I don't want to leave, nor can I afford it." She sighed, knowing her mom was bad off.

"Well then I guess I'm staying in state to." He slipped his hand in hers, it always felt so right. "I'm not going to let my best friend go through this alone."

"What? No you probably have scholarships from everywhere, way better schools than Washington has to offer." She responded with little enthusiasm, her ability to fake her feelings was terrible.

"Nowhere could ever beat sticking beside my best friend. We've practically been together since birth." He squeezed her hand, waiting for the breathtaking smile she always had. When it finally appeared he couldn't help but smile back. "That's my girl."

"Jackson, how do you always know what to say, to make me feel better?" She giggled as the butterflies flittered in her stomach. The butterflies she always got when she was with him, since she was a kid.

"I'm an Avery, besides being great surgeons, we also know how to cheer people up." He smiled and pulled her into a hug.

I think this is a good place to end. I know there are some rough spots. I did my best I swear. No flames, please, Positivity and constructive criticism only.