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Chapter 3 – The Man Who Can't Be Moved

Two days after he had been discharged, Anderson Matthews came to Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital on his own terms. He was doing fine, more than fine actually. His burns and lacerations had healed well and he was adjusting to life with an ICD. The device was barely noticeable under his skin and he had a very small scar. He could still partake in his active lifestyle; he just had to pace himself a bit more.

He was fine medically, he simply had unfinished business at this hospital.

He was walking towards the nurses' station when he was intercepted by Dr. Altman. Her eyes were wide in concern and she began rapidly firing questions at him.

"Mr. Matthews, are you feeling okay? Is it your heart? Is there something wrong with the ICD?"

He smiled, "I feel great, Dr. Altman."

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Oh…then why are you here?"

"I'm here to talk to Dr. Kepner, actually."

"Oh…oh! Well, she should be in her office. One of the nurses can show you the way."

"Thanks Dr. Altman," he responded politely before he walked away.

Teddy watched his retreating form with a smile. She had heard a few of the nurses gossiping about Mr. Matthews' little crush on their chief resident. She thought that it was cute, but the idea of a patient falling for a doctor brought back bittersweet memories for her.

Anderson stood in the doorway of Dr. Kepner's office and watched the interaction between her and the four other doctors in the room. He recognized Dr. Avery and Dr. Yang but he had never seen the other male and female before. He knocked on the open door and all five heads turned towards him.

Dr. Avery stared at him in confusion and Dr. Yang quickly asked him the same questions that he had just heard from Dr. Altman. He smiled and shook his head. "No, I'm fine, thank you. Dr. Kepner, I was wondering if I could speak to you for a moment."

"Sure." She pointedly looked at her peers and they quickly scrambled from the room mumbling reasons why they had to be in other places.

April moved to sit behind her desk and looked at her former patient with a smile. He looked healthy and handsome. Black jeans and a blue, button-down shirt covered his tall, broad frame. He had blonde hair and green eyes and was a devastatingly attractive man, which was probably the reason why she had been so embarrassed by his compliment.

"So, you're feeling okay?"

He sat down in the chair across from her and laughed, "Yeah, I'm fine. I guess when you walk into a hospital people expect there to be something wrong."

"Generally yes," she chuckled.

He caught sight of her dimples and decided to reveal the real reason why he was here. "I actually came here to ask if you wanted to go out with me sometime."

She was genuinely surprised by his request. "Really?"

"Yeah," he grinned playfully. "I would love to take the most beautiful woman I've ever seen out on a date."

She blushed and ran a hand through her hair. A man was asking her out on a date. This was not a common occurrence in her life. Her last date had been with Dr. Stark and that relationship hadn't turned out well for either of them. But she had been nowhere near as attracted to Dr. Stark as she was to the man sitting in front of her.

"Alright, I'd like that," she replied timidly.

"Excellent!" He beamed. "How's tomorrow?"

"My shift is over at eight."

"I'll pick you up here." He leaned forward and spied the name embroidered on her coat. "April." He tested her first name and smiled. "I asked you out and I didn't even know your first name." He stretched his hand out across her desk. "I'm Anderson; you can call me Andy if you want."

She placed her hand in his much larger one. "I like Anderson."

Anderson stood up but continued to hold her hand. "I'll see you tomorrow. Have a great day, April."

"Bye Anderson."

He left her office and was barely out of earshot when her fellow fifth years rushed back into her office looking for gossip.

"What was that all about?" Alex asked nosily.

"He was hot," Meredith chimed.

Jackson asked the next question. "He wasn't here about his health?"

She shook her head. "No, he asked me out."

"Way to go Kepner," Cristina chuckled.

She blushed and looked away from her friends' varied reactions. "Come on, we have patients."

April and Jackson were taking their routine walk around the outside of the hospital but Jackson was being unusually quiet. He was sipping his cup of coffee and not saying a word.

"If you're working through hypothetical surgical situations without me I'm going to be mad," she warned.

He gave her a wry smile. "I'm not thinking about the Boards. I'm taking a break from thinking about the Boards."

"Is Sloan running you ragged?" She asked in the hope of getting to the bottom of what was bothering him.

"No, Sloan is great," he answered honestly. Sloan was an excellent teacher. He was very involved in Jackson's learning, and sometimes a little too involved in his life as demonstrated by his conversation with April a few weeks ago.

"But something is bothering you."

He smiled; she could read him better than anyone else. "My mother has been calling more than usual, that's all," he answered. He wasn't lying, at least not completely, his mother was bothering him. "She's been asking me all kinds of questions about my specialty, the Boards, my personal life," he grumbled.

"Jackson, she means well," April sighed.

"I know but that doesn't make her meddling any less annoying. You're lucky that your parents aren't obsessed with your career." He playfully bumped her shoulder with his own.

"I know," she agreed. Her parents were interested in her career and they wanted her to do well but they weren't doctors so they didn't ask the probing questions that Jackson's family did. She had always been the smart and ambitious one. She was the one that had been pushed and encouraged as a teenager and her parents had fully supported her decision to go to medical school. And that was just one way that her upbringing drastically differed from her best friend's.

"Do your parents at least bug you about your love life the way mine do?"

"I have three sisters who are all married with kids so yeah," she laughed, "my Mom asks me every time she calls if I've found a nice boy to settle down with yet."

"Speaking of," Jackson began tentatively. "You're going to go on a date with that guy?" He attempted to sound casual but he didn't know if he was successful.

"Yeah," she answered simply. Anderson seemed nice and sweet. He was attractive and she didn't receive a lot of attention from men like him. Besides, he saved a woman trapped in a car, how bad could he be?

"But you don't know him," Jackson pointed out.

April laughed at Jackson's brotherly protectiveness. "Isn't that the purpose of a date?" She joked.

Jackson opened up his mouth to argue but her pager went off before he got a chance.

"Incoming trauma! I gotta go." She pushed her empty coffee cup into his empty hand before she began to run back towards the main entrance of the hospital. She stopped in mid-step and turned to face him with a bright smile. "You can't be the only man in my life forever, Jackson."

He smiled back at her and watched her run off. "Maybe," he said quietly to himself.

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P.S. How hot was the Jackson/April bathroom scene?