The characters belong to Shonda Rhimes. Thank you guys for the reviews. I never realized how much they mean until I wrote this story. Now I crave them because they are little doses of Prozac.

Jackson sat in the cafeteria, his eyes never leaving a certain table with a cute, quirky doctor and a freaking paramedic, who, Jackson noticed, was a bit too comfortable with his companion. Jackson's face was scrunched in disgust as he watched the two interact. April was laughing at whatever pathetic story she was being told.

"Man you seriously have to stop being a little bitch. Keep staring like that and someone is gonna call the cops. You know everyone spooks easily now days," Alex piped up from beside him. Jackson never acknowledged him and continued to stare.

"What does she even see in this guy?"

"I think you have it backwards man."

"No, I don't. Look at her." Jackson says with a bittersweet tenderness. "Oh, what the hell!" Matt had now taken April's hand from across the table and kissed her knuckles.

"I'll agree with you on that one." Alex grimaced at the sight. "What about the intern?"

"What about it? It's different. It's just sex."

Christina and Meredith joined the group. Christina sitting beside Alex and Meredith taking the empty seat next to Jackson.

"Pretty Boy, why the long face?" Christina asked in a mock-concerned voice.

"Oh, he is about two seconds from pissing on April's leg," Alex volunteered, receiving death glares from Jackson. Meredith just looked at him with compassion.

The four all turned to the duo. April was still eating up every word from the man's mouth, as if he was Jesus himself. "And then I went to put the man in the back of the ambulance, and he fell off and hit the pavement." Alex said, imitating the paramedic in an absurd macho voice. "Threatened to sue me because I forgot to strap him in, and I was all 'Man, look at me, too much football. You're lucky I can talk.'"

Christina picked up once April started laughing at whatever ridiculous thing had actually been said. She started in her "April Kepner rejection voice," "That's funny, I stitched that guy up. Being a trauma surgeon means all I do is glorified stiches. And make protocol lists. Lists and lists. Being super organized is my life's mission. I'm April Kepner."

Jackson rolled his eyes. They were both ridiculous and were not helping him deal with his current dilemma. He wondered how she looked so calm and carefree when she was possibly going to lose the pit. He couldn't deny the part of him that was happy because that meant much less of the paramedic if was no emergency room.

"One time when I had broken up with Derrick, he had started seeing his scrub nurse. I was pissed he was seeing someone else, but I had needed time to figure things out. We managed to get back together and ended up better than ever." Meredith offered as some sort of consolation.

"Yeah and Izzie was engaged to Denny, she married me though." All eyes turned to Alex.

"Denny died and you're divorced. You're not helping," Meredith stated coolly. "Jackson, if you and April are supposed to end up together it will happen. But sometimes a little time a part will give you enough time to figure out what you want from each other."

"Owen and I were married and could barely be in the same room together. But now I am back from Michigan and we are divorced. Things are better than ever, and the sex," Christina paused in awe, "the sex is fantastic."

Jackson listened to the advice. He tried to let it soak in, reminding himself that this break was good; it was what they needed. He just wasn't sure if April saw it as a break.

"The sex was always fantastic." Jackson responded. It was the truth. The sex had been amazing every time. The first two times were amazing and unexpected. When she came back and they started sleeping together it was like they were on fire for each other. He missed the sex. He missed it a lot.

"Uh oh, they are finished eating, everyone avert your eyes!" Christina hissed discretely. Everyone looked away and tried to act busy. Jackson didn't however, he kept staring. April stood from her seat, her eyes bouncing around the room until they locked onto Jacksons. He could feel the tension, even though they were separated by at least 100 feet. She smiled apologetically as the paramedic took her hand after discarding the trash. She left and Jackson's heart almost sank to the floor. That was it. He was going to be whatever she needed to make sure he didn't lose her to the bone headed jock. He was going to start over. He was going to venture back into the friend-zone, conquer it once again and throw this guy back in ambulance, where he belonged.

As always, I would love a review. It means so much that you guys care. This was not my best chapter, took me awhile to figure out how to get this part right. By the way, I do like the paramedic, as much as it looks otherwise.

Don't know how I managed to write this as I have been fangirling-the-eff-out over New Girl.