I really shouldn't be writing this. I have homework that needs to be done. Oh well

Miss Shonda Rhimes owns the peeps.

April was sitting at the bar after spending all night trying to save the ER. She was drowning her sorrows with none other than her least favorite peer and the Chief of Surgery. Owen knocked back another shot and scrunched his face. Christina signaled for more shots as April downed her tequila.

"We are so screwed. What happens to me?" April looked to Owen for answers, but he looked just as lost as she felt.

"Oh Kepner, we will figure it out, you will be fine. But for tonight, I don't wanna talk about it. I want to forget." Owen slammed his newly arrived shot. April followed suit and was feeling warm, she was at the fork. She was either going to cry about her problems, or she was going to forget. It seemed fate had decided for her because her gorgeous ex walked into the bar, alone. Inhibitions be damned. She was going to go talk to him.

He didn't notice her, which meant she had to get up from the corner booth she was in and make the long, impossibly difficult walk over to the bar stool he was propped on. She wiped her mouth, making sure any access liquor was cleared from her face.

"Kepner, where you going? Oh, I see, Pretty Boy is here." Christina smiled before holding her shot glass up to April. "Whatever helps. Cheers!" Christina took her shot as April started her journey. After running into a few chairs and people, muttering apologies where necessary, she finally made it to him.

"Jackman!" She enthusiastically grabbed his shoulder and smiled goofily at him. When he turned to face her she forcefully swallowed, instantly realizing talking to him might be a mistake. As soon as she felt the full effect of his eyes, her body warmed even more.

"Ah, I see Drunk April has made an appearance." He smiled at her, motioning for her to have a seat next him.

"Yes and she is in need of a distraction, so distract away." She waved her hand in front of her, signaling for him to proceed.

"Okay." He laughed. Oh, how she'd missed that sound. "What would you like me to distract you with?"

"Well, friend," she exaggerated the word, "what where you doing while I was running around like an idiot, absolutely wasting my time. Unless you were doing the intern, I don't want to know about that."

Jackson quirked an eyebrow at her before taking a long swig of his scotch. "Well I made an ass of myself in front of Dr. Cahill. I was ranting to Hunt about how all of these "time saving strategies" were actually costing us more time and how she was completely useless. She was in the OR. She was controlling the coratid." Jackson grimaced at the memory but April busted out laughing.

"Sounds like something that would happened to you. You have an amazing talent of sticking your foot in your mouth." She smiled fondly, "you have a lot of amazing talents."

Jackson's eyes widened a tiny bit before the look came across his face, the look that took her back to the moment before he locked the bathroom door in San Francisco. That sly, sensual smile that awoke that all too familiar burning that he was so good at igniting… and fueling… and quenching.

"Stop it Jackson, please don't look at me like that. It does things to me," she admitted. To her disappointment, he only leaned closer to her.

"What kinds of things?" he asked sinfully. Her heart and her body both wanted to fill him in but the fogginess in her brain was clear enough for her to know that she needed to pull back. She shook her head at him.

"The kinds of things that two people who are trying to be friends should not be doing to each other." He nodded his head in agreement.

"Right, we are friends." His demeanor changed. It was as if he put up a wall. Only April was grateful for this wall. She needed it or she was going to do things that would jeopardize all the moving on she was attempting. "Well as your friend, I am going to take you home. You are trashed, my little light weight." He finished his drink before grabbing her arm and linking it into his. She let him. This was something they had done plenty of times before they started walking towards the door. She pulled away from him suddenly, running back to the bar and downing one more shot for the road. She stumbled back to him, giddy from the alcohol. He rolled his eyes at her but smiled in amusement. She did not want her buzz to wear off yet.

Jackson helped her up to her apartment. They now stood in the elevator waiting to arrive at her floor. She had insisted that she could make it okay without any assistance but he had completely ignored her and parked his car. Now she stood there wavering at the front of the elevator, Jackson standing back in the corner. Even with the alcohol numbing the pain of losing the ER, she felt the pull that was between them. As soon as they arrived at her floor she bolted to her door. She fumbled with her keys, trying to get inside and away from him. She felt his hands taking her keys and unlocking the door, pushing it open for her. She giggled at her lack of coordination and walked inside. Jackson followed her in but stayed at the doorway. She turned to him, not knowing what was going through his mind. He had barely said two words to her since they left the bar. He sat her keys on the table next to the door and walked up to her. She inhaled sharply, reminding herself that they aren't together anymore. They were both with other people. He leaned down, kissed her forehead, and turned away. He quickly walked out the door, shutting it behind him. April just stared at the door, hating that she wished he would come back.

I hope you guys liked it. So excited for next week, that was a lot of Japril in one promo.