Anonymous: "Do you remember the scene when April was pregnant and the little girl and her brother and mom came in after their mom drove off a bridge? Can you do a one shot of Jackson comforting the girl but April sees and feels comforted by what he's saying too"

I do definitely know what you are referring to. Just wanted to warn you that I am purposefully not re-watching Grey's this summer…for prompts or anything, especially in Season 11….Only warning you because there's a slight chance this will be better if I re-watched….I just can't though…lol. Anyway, I went a little AU with this…as in it's not just an extra scene.

100 Encore, Day 46: "Comfort"

"Hi Parker, I'm Dr. Avery. I'm just going to stitch up this cut on your face for you, OK?" April was headed to the ER, but something told her to stop in her tracks and listen for a second outside of the room.

The little girl sniffled and nodded, eyes darting around the room. "Where's my daddy?"

"He's right there, right outside, see through that window?" Parker nodded. "He'll be in in a few minutes but I'm going to start."

"Is it gonna hurt?"

"Maybe a little bit." Jackson did not want to lie to this girl.

"More than drivin' off the bridge?"

"No…nope. Probably not more than driving off the bridge."

"I don't know why my mommy did that. I'm having such a bad day."

"I'm sorry. Me too."

"Why are you?"

Dr. Avery was not one to share any personal details with patients, normally. But there was something about April's pregnancy, and especially this day and this patient that changed that. April gripped the wall and waited for his answer.

"Because I had to tell the person I love the most in the world some very bad news last night and today she's very sad and I wish she wasn't."

"Oh. You give her a hug?"

"Nah, she didn't want one."

"Why not?"

Jackson shrugged. "I don't really know."

"Yeah, I don't know why my mom drived off the bridge either. You gonna fix my cut now?"

"Yeah, it's going to pinch a little bit, constantly because I'm going to sew your face up. But I can stop if you need a break." Parker nodded, but Jackson saw her swallow hard. "It's kind of scary right, not knowing why someone's acting a certain way?"

"Yeah. I just wan-ned to help her."

"I know, I just want to help my wife, too. But sometimes there's nothing we can do, and that's ok, too. I just have to wait for her to come to me and you…well you just have to make sure you heal, and let people know if you need help. Promise?"

"Promise." But he saw Parker grimace.

"Do you need a break?" She shook her head. "You sure?"

"I want my daddy to hold my hand."

"He's still talking to people. Is it OK if I hold your hand? I can do this with one hand…I'm very good at it. Just try to stay as still as you can, OK?" She nodded and Jackson took her hand with his free one. He was thankful to Mark for all of those crazy drills. He really could stitch with both hands, one hand behind his back, his eyes closed, anything. And he felt strangely comforted from comforting Parker.

April, still listening at the door with her gauze, watched Jackson for a second, holding the little girl's hand and stitching a pretty deep cut like it was nothing.

His determination to comfort his patient calmed her. He had been completely out of line this morning, but he was just making a desperate attempt to help her. Even though she felt completely lost and confused, she realized now that her husband was going through the same thing she was, and the least she could do was try to talk to him later. But right now there was something else she could do.

"Hey," she said, walking into the room and putting the gauze down on a random chair.

"Hey!" Jackson looked up and stopped stitching, surprised.

"Parker, I'm Dr. Kepner. I heard you needed someone to hold your hand while Dr. Avery stitched you up, and I was wondering if it was alright with you if I did it so he could make sure to do the best job he can?"

Parker smiled. "Yes please." Jackson pulled up a stool for April and she took the girl's hand, happy to do something to help her, even something this small. April asked Parker about school to distract her while Jackson finished stitching. They stayed in the room until the girl's father came in.

He took over for April, squeezing his daughter's hand. And when they were leaving the room, April let Jackson squeeze her hand. But just for a quick second, then she let go.