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God, I see what you’ve done for others, and I want that for SydCarmy

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americaswritings · 1 year

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When we fall | Part 1

Warnings (for all parts): Fluff, angst!!, description of injuries, blood, violence, use of guns, mentions of death, probably unaccurate policing/medicine

Summary: You moved to Chicago to start a new life. Working as a doctor alongside your brother Connor you make new friends and although you swore to yourself not to let any man in your life at least for a while, your promises fail when you lock eyes with a handsome stranger in a bar.

Words: 6k

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Doctor!Rhodes!reader

A/N: I just started watching Chicago PD (I'm on season 3 now) after I've been watching Fire and Med for years now. I just can't stand Voight so I only began watching for Jay and Burzek! And I am so in love with Jay. Please, this man is perfect. Just look at that handsome face!!

This is going to be a 3 part series I wrote on a whim. Originally I only planned on writing one scene, but then I figured it needed a backstory so this happened...

I have to say I am really proud how it turned out. I was just in such a flow when I wrote it that the story basically wrote itsself. I hope you enjoy and that the characters feel true to themselves :)

You had only began working at Gaffney Chicago Medical Center a few months ago, hesitant to work alongside your brother but knowing it was an opportunity, which would be stupid not to take.

Having moved to Chicago recently to be close with your brother after a messy break-up, you were still adjusting to your new life.

It was why you were more than relieved when you got along well with your co-workers, especially Natalie and her boyfriend Will.

They were understanding of your situation, were never bothered to show you where to find something at the hospital and made you feel welcome from the beginning as they invited you in on their group plans and joked like you were old friends.

Although you still felt a little uncertain at times to work with your brother, who had made himself a name as a brilliant trauma and cardiothoracic surgeon, he had been supportive since your decision to leave your old town behind and start a new life in Chicago.

Maybe, you thought, coming here had been exactly what you needed. A fresh start, a new beginning with new friends and no men to mess with your heart. At least for now.

“I told you I have sworn off men”, you sighed, shaking your head in amusement at Natalie’s try to play matchmaker. “They’re trouble. I don’t need that in my life right now.”

“Hey!” Will send you a look, though you knew he wasn’t mad. “She’s not wrong though”, April stated and Ethan next to her grinned. “I mean it though”, you said directed at Natalie. “I just want to focus on myself right now. My job. No dating for now.”

Everyone at the table nodded and you relaxed, glad you had found these people, who respected and supported you. “Cheers to that!” April raised her glass and you did the same when you noticed yours was empty.

With a groan you pushed yourself out of your seat and up, gesturing towards the bar. “I’m going to get another drink. Anyone want something?” They all shook their heads, already moving onto another topic.

As you made your way over to the counter you studied the people around you, trying to determine who was a cop, a firefighter and who a regular. Right in the beginning the others had introduced you to Mollys, claiming it was Chicago’s bar where first responders spend their time after shift.

Figuring it might come in handy to memorize some faces you let your gaze drift over the sea of people, recognizing a few men that Connor had once told you worked at the CFD. They were laughing loudly, beers in hand as they seemed to be talking enthusiastically about something.

At the table next to theirs your gaze came to a hold, your eyes caught by a man you had never seen before but looked slightly familiar. Your brows furrowed as you rummaged in your head for something that connected you to him, but you couldn’t find anything.

The people who sat with him didn’t look familiar either, consisting of men and one woman with chestnut hair. Your eyes drifted back to the man, who had caught your attention, his brown hair styled neatly and his hands wrapped around a bottle of beer that he just raised to his lips.

You didn’t meant to stare, but you were mesmerized, torn between trying to determine why he looked so familiar and captured by his effortless handsomeness.

He wore a green shirt, making you think his eyes were the same shade, although it was hard to know with the distance between you.

He seemed relaxed, leant back in his seat but listening to the others conversation attentively. Having sensed someone’s eyes on him he suddenly looked up, his eyes searching the room for a split second before they fell onto you.

Your face heat up as a blush crept up your cheeks, knowing you had missed your chance to turn away. The man raised his brows slightly, in confusion just as much as amusement it seemed, before he lightly lifted his bottle, as if he was saying cheers.

You clutched your glass a little tighter, glad that it had been refilled in the time you had spent gawking at him, and copied the movement, an unstable smile on your lips. Then you turned away, meeting Stella’s gaze from the other side of the bar.

The two of you had met when she had been at the hospital for smoke inhaling a while ago and you had clicked almost instantly, connected by your determination to hold your own in a field still dominated by men. And by your past with toxic relationships as you found out later.

“What was that?”, she asked, a teasing grin tugging at the corner of her lips as her eyes flickered between you and the man behind you. A part of you wanted to ask if he was still watching you, the other longed to forget it had ever happened.

“I don’t know.” You let out a dramatic sigh. “Can we just forget it ever happened?”

Stella’s face lit up, her curls dancing around her face as she shook her head. “Yeah, you wish. But that was definitely something.”

You exhaled, pinching your nose. “Thank you for the drink.” You saw Stella open her mouth in protest at your ignoration of her words, but before she could say anything else you send her an apologetical smile and hurried off.

No one seemed to have noticed your encounter and you slipped into the booth with ease, trying hard not to steal another glance at the unknown man a few tables away.

No men, you reminded yourself. Right now you needed to focus on getting your life together, not getting your heart broken by a handsome stranger.

“Dr. (Y/l/n)?” “Yeah?”, your head shot up from where you had filled out paper work. Because Connor and you were only half-sibling, you didn’t share the same last name, something you had been more than glad over when stepping foot in this hospital for the first time.

No one knew where you came from and that you shared genes with the successful Dr. Rhodes and you had left it at that at first, wanting to make your own impression first before dropping the information.

You could still remember their shocked faces, the questions, but most of all the excitement as they asked what Connor had been like growing up. If you had any embarrassing stories to tell or photos to show.

You didn’t, keeping them to yourself for now, because you hadn’t come here to make fun of your brother. He had been your rock through your breakup and your move here, something you were so grateful for you feared you would never be able to show him just how much.

“We have someone hit bit a bullet waiting in the three.” Your eyes widened. “Why didn’t they come with an ambulance?”, you asked, grabbing your iPad along the way.

Maggie waved off your comment, chuckling. “Cops. You know how they are.”

Actually, you didn’t. Coming from a small town you had no experience with shootings and gangs and many of the other trauma causes that were common here in Chicago. It was why you had been so excited about your job offer at the hospital.

Although you were still adjusting to the changes of living in a city and there were downsides you hadn’t considered before, you liked it. It felt so different, giving you the sense that in this city everything could be possible.

So many options and so many possibilities, as if you could completely reinvent yourself. It was thrilling, making you wonder how you had ever lived without the adrenaline rush of stepping into a busy ER.

Quickly scanning the information on your tablet you pulled open the curtain, clamping the iPad under your arm as you disinfected your hands.

“Hi, I’m doctor (y/l/n) and you are?” You glanced up, startled as you met the eyes of a familiar stranger. The man in front of you grinned, seemingly better at covering up his surprise. “Shouldn’t it say my name on your tablet?”

He didn’t sound rude, only a little sarcastic and perhaps even teasing. You gulped, trying to recompose yourself. “Right. I just prefer getting to know my patients myself than just relying on numbers and letters.”

You didn’t see his reaction when you grabbed your iPad again, glancing down at it. “So your name is Jay Hal-” “Halstead”, he finished for you and you looked up at him again.

It made sense now, why he had seemed so familiar to you nights ago at Mollys. “You’re Will’s brother.” The man in front of you, Jay, as you knew now, raised a brow. “Have you considered becoming a detective?”

He was mocking you, again, and you were tempted to smack him with your iPad. “So-”, he paused, letting his eyes drift over you. You felt your body tense under his gaze, cop’s eyes, and stood a little straighter.

“You were watching me at Mollys.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line, biting your tongue. You could only hope the embarrassment that began to sink in didn’t show.

“I was not watching you”, you stated and he raised a brow, daring you to explain yourself. “I just thought you looked familiar, but I couldn’t figure out why. Now it makes sense.”

You turned halfway towards the door, gesturing to the halls where somewhere his brother was treating another patient.

“I don’t think that’s the whole truth.”

You almost gasped at the confidence in his voice, instead blowing out a breath. “It definitely was.”

He shook his head, smiling. “I don’t buy it.”

There were many things you wanted to say to him, but you swallowed them, knowing it was no use. He clearly enjoyed teasing you, so you wouldn’t give him more fuel.

Instead you let out a sigh, shifting into professionality. “So, Mr. Halstead”, you began. “Jay is fine.” You tried not to let his interruption let you lose your string again and nodded. “Jay, you’re here for a bullet wound on your left upper arm?”

Jay nodded, his eyes- they really were green- bright. Pulling on your gloves you decided it was time to reclaim your own position a little. “And you decided to just walk in here instead of coming with an ambulance? Seems a little reckless, don’t you think?”

He raised one brow at your question. “It’s just a graze. I wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for my boss.” He rolled his eyes, making you wonder what his boss was like.

“Seems like your boss is a lot smarter than you”, you muttered, but to your surprise Jay grinned. “You’re new here, right? At least I’ve never seen you here before. Do you always talk to patients like that?”

You shrugged, unbothered by his words as you stepped close to him to take a look at his arm. You didn’t know what had gotten into you to talk to him like that, but you had the feeling with him it was fine. That he could take it, perhaps even enjoyed it over your dry professionalism.

“Only to the ones I like best”, you said with sarcasm in your voice, too focused on inspecting his wound to check his expression.

Jay didn’t move under your touch, allowing you to move his arm before you let it go again. He had done this before, probably multiple times. It was why he was so unbothered, perhaps even annoyed to waste his time here on something that seemed unsignificant to him.

For a moment you were tempted to ask him how he could choose a job that demanded such sacrifice, but you didn’t know him and you doubted he would give you an honest answer. Not that you could blame him. You were practically strangers.

And was your job much different? Although you had never been hurt and doubted it would ever happen, you were still making countless of sacrifices for it. Taking on extra shifts, working through the nights, staying longer to take more time for your patients and putting their health over your own sometimes.

“It’s just a graze shot”, you said when you were done inspecting the wound, ignoring his look that seemed to say “told you”.

“But you still need to be careful with it. Give it rest, avoid any rapid movements, don’t lift too heavy with it…I think you know.”

Jay nodded, watching you remove your gloves. “Does that happen often?” He tilted his head in question and you bit your lip. “I mean, you- getting shot on the job.”

“Are you asking if I come here often?” His lips were curled into a lopsided grin, looking way too handsome on his features. You rolled your eyes at his teasing, ignoring the way your heart beat a little faster in your chest. “Forget it”, you stated, throwing your gloves into the bin.

“I am going to tell one of the residents to come and bandage the wound. Then you’re free to go.”

But before you could move the curtain again and leave the room you heard Jay’s voice behind you. “Wait.”

You paused, turning back to him slowly. For the first time he wore a serious expression, his jaw twitching.

“I’m with the Intelligence”, he stated, in a way that told you the name should ring a bell. It didn’t. You were too new to know much about it.

Jay seemed to sense it by your lack of a reaction to his words. “We’re…very involved in the City.”

Whatever that meant. You tilted your head in question. “You mean with the gangs?”

Jay shifted. “Voight, my boss, he can be very- intense.”

You nodded slowly, taking in his guarded expression. It was a topic you wouldn’t pry at. “And you’re okay with it? I mean- you’re just so…casual about this.”

You bit your lip, hesitant to ask him but curious as well. The cops in your home town had barely ever used their weapon to the point you sometimes even doubted they were able to.

Jay shrugged nonchalantly. “Before I worked for the CPD I was in the army. I’ve been through a lot worse than a graze. Getting shot at is just another part of my job.”

A veteran.

In such a short amount of time Jay had revealed so much to you. Suddenly you had a lot more respect for the man in front of you and you wondered if that was his way of coping, covering up his battle wounds and scars with sarcasm and wit.

You swallowed, trying to find words. But none seemed fitting. “Sounds like I will be seeing you here often then.” You kept your voice emotionless, although the thought of seeing Jay regularly made your heart speed up a little. Of course you would prefer different circumstances.

Damn his handsome face and wit.

He grinned slightly, shifting the atmosphere back to something lighter. “Don’t get too excited. I prefer staying bullet free.” “As you should.”

Typing something into your iPad you gave Jay a final nod. “Stay safe out there.” Then you turned to the door, already halfway out when you heard his voice again.

“I don’t even know your name.”

You froze, smiling to yourself when you tried not to put too much weight into the fact that he had called you back a second time. It seemed almost as if he didn’t want you to leave just yet.

But you pushed the thought aside, knowing it was pointless. You couldn’t let yourself get distracted so easily.

Turning back to him you put on a polite smile.

“You’re a detective, figure it out.”

You were surprised by your own confidence, but with Jay you didn’t feel shy or insecure. He made you feel like you could say anything and he wouldn’t mind. The type of man that didn’t get upset easily, so comfortable with who he was that it took a lot to get him to lose his temper.

“I could just ask my brother, you know.”

You shrugged, unimpressed. “If that lets you sleep at night, sure.”

You left the room smiling to yourself and it took you another few minutes to calm your rapid heart and collect yourself.

“You didn’t tell me you have a brother!” “What?” Will looked up from the computer, startled by the way you had barged into the break room.

Your shift was over and you couldn’t wait to get home and relax on the couch, but before that you needed to talk to Will. Because after encountering the other Halstead your mind hadn’t been able to let go of what had happened between the two of you. The way he had looked at you, teased you. How he had made you feel nervous and confident in just a matter of moments.

“Why didn’t you tell me you have a brother?” You leaned on the desk, sure that you had Will’s full attention now. “You didn’t tell us you had a brother the first few weeks either.”

“That’s different.” You shook your head. “And I did tell you. So…?”

Will leaned back in his chair, stretching his back. “I didn’t think it mattered. I would have introduced you eventually but- wait, is Jay here?”

You bit your tongue, feeling a little caught. You hadn’t thought that maybe Jay didn’t want his brother to know what had happened. But it was too late now, and anyway, how should you have known?“

"He was. He is fine though.” You kept your words vague, aware that you weren’t allowed to share personal information with Will. Even if they were brothers.

Will let out a sigh. “That idiot. Probably got himself in trouble again.” He reached for his phone across the desk and you quickly got up, straightening.

“You didn’t get it from me”, you threw in before Will could drag you into it and he looked up at you with curiosity in his eyes. “I wasn’t going to mention you.”

“Oh.” You nodded, feeling relieved yet a little flustered. Will studied you with attentive eyes, reminding you of his brother for a second before his expression shifted into suspicion.

“So you met Jay.” He said it in a way that proposed something meaningful behind his words, but you couldn’t figure out why. “I did.” You shifted your weight to the balls of your feet before swaying forward again. A nervous habit. “I bet he’s the younger one.”

“He is, yeah.”

You suppressed a grin. It made so much sense. “So I should probably head home now. I got the early shift tomorrow.”

“Right.” Will nodded, the phone in his hands seemingly forgotten as his eyes were still fixed on you. “Did something happen between you and my brother?”

Your heart sank a little. Were you really so obvious? “I told you I’ve sworn off men. And your brother is- annoying.”

You wished the last part didn’t sound like it came straight from a five year old’s mouth, but it was too late to take back.

“Trust me, I know that.” Will let out a sigh, but you could see the fondness in his eyes. The gesture alone told you they had a close relationship.

A cop and a doctor. What a pair.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Weeks had passed since you had last seen Jay. He hadn’t shown up in the hospital again, which you were both glad for and disappointed at, and since you had been taking on extra shifts for a sick co-worker, you had spent almost all your time at the hospital or passed out in your bed.

“You haven’t gone out with us in weeks!” Sylvie was currently trying to convince you to come to Mollys. You had gotten to know her through Stella and the two of you had gotten along well, her sweet and kind nature something that made you feel comfortable around her instantly.

Although you had quickly learned not to underestimate the girl. She was working with a bunch of guys after all and had learned to stand her ground with them.

Sylvie could be very persistent, you realized again when she had called you to invite you to a girl’s night out. “Stella won’t be working today, so it’s our chance to spend the night as just us girls.”

You gnawed your lip, thinking. You were tired, craving your couch and tv more than going out again, but Sylvie wasn’t wrong, you had been mostly on your own the past days. Being a little social and getting out of your own apartment would probably be good.

“Urgh, fine”, you groaned. “But you’re paying my first drink.” You knew Sylvie was smiling triumphantly on the other end of the line. “Deal.” “Now get your ass over here!” It was Stella’s voice in the background and you chuckled. “You are the worst!”

“And you love us anyway”, she chirped and you hung up, shaking your head with a smile on your face.

You hadn’t thought about impressing anyone when getting ready, but you were more than glad you had put a little effort into your outfit and make-up when you stepped into Molly’s that night, your getup like a wall build around you.

“You came!” Stella crossed the room, her voice loud enough for a couple of heads to turn towards you. You could kill her for drawing attention to you, but you forced a smile onto your lips instead, trying not to look at anyone except her.

“Hey”, you muttered, shrugging out of your coat and hugging her. “Wow, girl you look stunning!” Stella’s eyes flashed up and down your body as she let go, a smirk on her face.

“A little quieter, please?”, you almost whispered, aware that you still had the attention of the people around you. Stella seemed either completely oblivious to it all or unbothered, because she grinned at you. “Looking like that you will draw attention to you whether you like it or not!”

You felt your cheeks heat up a little, glad when you spied Sylvie making her way over. “I told her not to make a scene, but she wouldn’t listen. You know how she is!”

You hugged her too, smiling as Stella let out a breath. “I did not make a scene. And I’m standing right here, you know?”

Laughing, the three of you made your way to the back, where you slipped into a booth, your drink already waiting for you. “You know me so well”, you told Stella as you took your first sip, relaxing a little now that the attention had mostly vanished.

“I got you, girl!” Stella winked at you, before launching into a story about their newest rescue. Soon you were enveloped in laughter and smiles, the stress of the last days forgotten for the night.

Only when Stella declared it was time for another round of drinks you felt the exhaustion return to your body. “I think I’m going to head home”, you told them, stretching a little in your seat. “Early shift tomorrow?”, Sylvie asked and you nodded.

“You’re way too selfless, taking on all these extra shifts”, Stella pointed out, but you waved her off. “I’m the new one, so it’s fine. Helps me get to know everyone and everything better and it’s not like I have much to do in this city yet. I only got my gym membership, but I didn’t really have time to look for anything else.”

“See? That’s exactly why you need time off! You should be out exploring the city!” You smiled at Stella’s enthusiasm. “It’s not like it won’t be here tomorrow. I’m planning on staying here, so there’s plenty of time to get to know it all.”

Sylvie offered you a smile. “I’m glad you do. I know it can be quite an adjustment to move to a big city like Chicago, but it will feel like your home in no time.”

You felt your heart squeeze painfully in your chest as you thought back to the past months, which had been filled with nothing but heartbreak, loss and a turmoil of emotions. Even as you had decided to start a new life in Chicago, you had been filled with fear and uncertainty, scared to make the wrong call yet again.

Never could you have imagined to find a job, that was so challenging, but gave you a sense of purpose and a group of friends, that felt like you had met them long ago.

“It already kind of does”, you admitted, your eyes fixed on the empty glass in front of you before you looked up at them again. They both looked at you with big smiles on their faces and you almost felt tears fill your eyes. It had been a long day.

“We should do this more often”, you told them as you got up and grabbed your coat. “That’s what I said!” Stella nodded.

“And I still need to show you that spinning class. You would love it!” Sylvie sounded so excited that you couldn’t help but chuckle. “I am sure. Just text me and we’ll find something.”

“And you’re sure you can’t stay longer?”

Your eyes drifted to the counter as you considered staying for another drink, but your body felt heavy and almost sore from the day’s work. “Next time. But you two have fun and don’t drink too much”, you winked at them.

As you excited the bar you waved towards a few familiar faces before pulling your coat closer around your body to prepare yourself for Chicago’s cold.

Still you shivered as you stepped outside, pulling out your phone to order an Uber. Something you had only done once before, on your way here, but was an easy and quick way of getting around the city.

It would take a few minutes for your driver to arrive and you realized it would have been a lot smarter to wait inside, but you hadn’t thought of it then and you felt too proud to step inside again.

Pressing your hands together you rubbed them against each other a few times to create heat, before slinging your arms around your torso. Chicago’s harsh winters wasn’t something you hadn’t gotten used to yet, but the promise of snow lingering in the air made it almost worth it.

You heard the faint sound of the door opening and closing behind you so you took a step to the side of the building, not wanting to stand in the way of whoever had just left the bar.

To your surprise the person came to stand beside you, his presence alarming you until you glanced up to find none other than Jay Halstead standing next to you.

Immediately your body relaxed again, as if it knew by instinct his presence meant safety. “That was quite an entrance”, he greeted you, referring to the moment you had stepped into Molly’s.

You felt your cheeks flush at the memory, hoping he couldn’t see it in the dim light of the streetlamp. “I didn’t know you were here.” You kept your eyes trained at the empty street in front of you, willing and dreading the moment your driver came to pick you up.

“I was with the unit”, he said and you turned your head towards him. “Are you here often?” He shrugged, his eyes darting to the building. “I guess so, yeah. It’s the place where everyone comes.”

You nodded silently, contemplating his words. “But if I want to be alone, I go to the bar at the corner North Milwaukee Avenue.” You met his eyes curiously. Was he making recommendations, because you were new in the city or did he have another intention?

“So bars and hospitals. Everywhere else I can expect to run into Jay Halstead?” You didn’t know why you asked, but a part of you wanted to know. Wanted to know more about him, what his life was like, what made him who he was.

Jay grinned faintly. “You make it sound like I’ve got issues.” “Do you? Have issues?” You were teasing and he smirked. “Doesn’t everyone?”

“I don’t think I have.” Even as you said it you knew your words couldn’t be farer from the truth. Hadn’t your issues been what had led you here?

Jay watched you for a moment, seemingly picking up on your change of mood, but sensing you weren’t ready to talk about it. You appreciated it, welcoming the silence to sort your thoughts again.

“So what led you here to Chicago?” His question was innocent and something you had been asked countless of times since your move here, but for some reason you felt the urge to be open with him. No lies or excuses.

And even if Jay barely knew you, you thought he would be able to pick up on it. He must be an excellent detective.

“There were some…things I needed to leave behind.” It was vague, but more than you had told most who had asked. Only the girls knew about your breakup, but even with them you hadn’t shared many details.

Jay didn’t ask further, his grave expression suggesting he understood you better than you might have thought. “Why Chicago?” You glanced away from him, taking in the empty road, the skyline with its lights in the background. “I needed a fresh start, somewhere where no one knew who I am. And I got family here, so it made sense.”

You could feel his eyes on you and you swallowed before facing him again. For a moment your eyes locked, none of you saying anything as you started at each other. Jay was the first one to break the heavy atmosphere, a smile dancing at his lips.

“But you’re not a criminal on the run, are you? Because I would have to arrest you, if you were.” The tension that had risen in your body at the mention of your past vanished and you grinned, relieved about his ability to lighten the atmosphere. “What gave it away?”

Jay leaned a little closer, his eyes glistening. “Maybe the way you always look over your shoulder-” You inhaled. Was that really something you did? “-or that you’re nervous around me, a cop.”

The air you had held escaped you in a surprised sound and you hugged your torso a little tighter. “I’m not nervous around you”, you huffed, shaking your head. Jay grinned.

“How is your arm by the way?” You weren’t interested in talking about yourself any longer, shifting the topic onto him. Your gazes travelled down his arm where his jacket was covering the wound you had inspected. It seemed like forever ago and like yesterday at once.

“It’s good. Voight’s keeping me at a leash, make sure I’m 100% before I get into the field again.” He said it like it wasn’t a big deal, but you could hear the strain in his voice. He missed it, being out there on the streets.

“Sounds reasonable to me.” “Yeah.” Jay nodded, a faraway look in his eyes. It seemed like you weren’t the only one with secrets.

You looked up at the sound of a car nearing, a black car approaching the two of you. Checking your phone you held it up. “That’s my ride.”

But you only managed one step towards it before Jay pulled you back, his hand wrapped around your lower arm. You gazed at it, confused and startled by his reaction and he loosened his grip, his hand falling to his side after a moment.

“You know the guy?”, he asked, pointing to the man that was sitting behind the wheel, an impatient expression on his face.

Slowly you shook your head, your eyes flickering between the car and Jay. “But he’s my ride. See-” you held up your phone to him, but Jay paid it little attention.

“Yeah, no, you’re not climbing into that car”, he stated, his voice firm but not unfriendly. “Wait, what?”

Surprised you watched Jay walk towards the car, waiting for the driver to pull down the window before leaning in. You couldn’t hear what was said, only watched the two speak for a minute.

Their conversation ended with Jay handing the man money, before walking back towards you as the car sped away in the darkness.

“What the hell was that?”, you asked as Jay came to stand beside you again, his body just as relaxed as before. “You’re new in Chicago, right?” You didn’t say anything, knowing it was a question he didn’t expect an answer to.

“You should not be climbing into a car with a stranger. And not in the dark.”

Your head spun as you tried to process what he was implying. “It was just an uber! Everyone does that around here.”

You sounded clueless and defensive, shocked about the sudden change of events. Jay eyed you. “Well, then take it from me to never do that again. At least not alone. Chicago’s not a good place, especially for women, trust me on that one.”

You didn’t know what to say, blinking at him as the impact of it sank in. What if Jay hadn’t stepped outside? You doubted anything would have happened, but what if he was right and you had been reckless? Naive?

“So how am I supposed to get around the city then? Because driving in this traffic is madness.”

For the first time since your interruption Jay smiled again. “You can just ask me. I am much cheaper anyway. And on top you will get to see my face.”

You rolled your eyes over his confidence. “Now that’s a deal I can’t decline”, you muttered, fighting the grin that threatened to spread over your face and failing. Damn it.

“But for real, what am I supposed to do? I can’t just call you all the time I want to go somewhere.”

“It wouldn’t be a problem if we went together.”

Your eyes widened as you almost choked on the air. “You mean a date?”

Jay shrugged, his eyes not meeting yours for only a second. “You can pay me back for saving your ass twice.”

“Twice?”

“Getting into that car for one and saving you from freezing here on the street by driving you home.”

Smooth. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. “Does that work with every woman you’re trying to impress?”

Jay shrugged, fiddling for something in his pocket before pulling out his car keys. You watched a car light up at the other side of the street, following Jay towards it.

“I wouldn’t know. And who says I’m trying to impress you?”

“Maybe because of this whole I’m-a-cop-and-I’m-so-tough-thing.”

Now it was Jay’s turn to chuckle. “That’s not just a thing. So, what are you saying?”

Oh. You bit your lip, considering the thought of going on a date with Jay. Hadn’t you just recently decided not to date and focus on yourself for a while?

But you couldn’t deny you wanted to say yes. To spend more time around him and enjoy the feeling of ease he gave you.

“Maybe.”

You said it with a teasing smile, scared Jay might take your answer in a bad way, but he sent you a confident grin. “I can work with that.”

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kendyzzlewp · 23 days

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please, I’ve been on my knees, change the prophecy

jackson avery x fem!reader

summary: you watched in horror as the bus exploded, jackson no where to be found

type: angst - love confession - friends to lovers

The world around you seemed to slow down, each raindrop hitting your skin like a heavy weight as you watched in horror. The bus, engulfed in flames, painted a terrifying picture against the dark, rainy backdrop. Your heart pounded violently, a painful rhythm matching the chaos before you.

"Where's Jackson?" Your voice cracked with fear, desperation creeping into every syllable as you searched the chaos for him. "Torres, where's Jackson?"

Calle rushed past, her face a mask of grim determination as she shouted back, "He's right behind us!"

Your feet moved of their own accord, carrying you closer to the inferno despite the danger. "Jackson!" The name tore from your throat, a primal scream of terror and love.

But before you could reach him, Owen's strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you back with a force that matched the explosion that followed. The world seemed to explode around you, the heat searing your skin, the sound deafening as flames licked at the sky.

As you fell to the ground, the world became a blur of agony. The image of the burning bus, the screams of pain and fear, all merged into a cacophony of despair. And then, as if from a great distance, you heard it.

A gut-wrenching scream, raw with agony and loss. It took you a moment to realize that the sound was coming from you, ripped from your very soul as you watched, helpless, knowing that you were losing the person who mattered most to you.

You looked up at the sky, tears mingling with rain as you pleaded with whatever higher power might be listening. "Please," your voice was a broken whisper, "don't take him. Let it be me. Take me instead."

But the sky remained silent, offering no solace as you were left to face the devastation before you, a world shattered by flames and loss.

Through the raging flames, a silhouette emerged, barely visible amidst the inferno. It was Jackson, his figure illuminated by the flickering fire, holding a little girl close to his chest. Tears welled in your eyes as relief flooded through you, mingling with the haunting specter of what could have been.

With each faltering step, Jackson battled against the relentless blaze, his determination a beacon of hope in the darkness. You watched, heart in your throat, as he drew nearer, the flames licking dangerously close to his weary frame.

As he finally reached you, his breaths ragged and labored, he gently passed the trembling child into her mothers arms. She clung to her desperately, her tiny fingers digging into her skin, seeking solace from the nightmare that surrounded her.

With tear-filled eyes, you looked up at Jackson, his face streaked with ash and exhaustion. "You're an idiot," you whispered, the words a fragile prayer of gratitude.

He nodded weakly, a flicker of a smile ghosting across his soot-stained lips. "I know," he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper.

Fury surged within you, mingling with the overwhelming relief as you looked up at Jackson, his face etched with exhaustion and soot.

"You can't just do that!" you exclaimed, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear. "Do you have any idea what would have happened if you didn't make it out of there?"

Jackson's brow furrowed in confusion, his gaze searching yours for understanding. "I... I needed to save her," he murmured, his voice strained with emotion.

“And what about me?" Your voice cracked with emotion as tears spilled down your cheeks. "What would have happened to me if you had died in there?"

For a moment, Jackson seemed at a loss for words, his eyes wide with realization. And then, as if a dam had burst within him, he reached out to you, his fingers brushing against your tear-stained cheek.

"I... I didn't think," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I didn't realize..."

"You idiot," you breathed, your voice softening with love and exasperation. "I love you, you moron."

And as you melted into each other's arms, surrounded by the remnants of the devastation, you knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, you would face them together, bound by a love that could withstand even the fiercest flames.

#jackson avery #jackson avery x reader #greys anatomy #greys anatomy x reader #writeblr #oneshot #drabble #greys anatomy drabble #greys anatomy fanfiction #jesse williams #april kepner

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loserdiaz · 7 months

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wingwoman abuela 👁️👅👁️

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"I just want you to be happy, Eddito." "I am happy." Eddie softens. "I really am. I just started a job I really like, the team is nice and Christopher is thriving here in L.A. I'm happy, Abuela. Promise." "You could be happier, though." "Okay, sure." Eddie relents, not wanting to keep arguing. He rests his hands against the hospital bed's handles and leans in. "But for now just relax, okay? Focus on yourself." "I took a picture of him, you wanna see?" Abuela says excitedly, completely ignoring everything Eddie just said. "C'mon, get my purse." "Abuela—" "C'mon, Eddie, I'm not getting any younger." Eddie sighs and turns around, picking her pusse from a chair in the corner. He ought to be grateful, he guesses— A year ago, when he first came out to his family and said out loud that he liked both guys and women, he had been terrified. And sure, maybe his parents didn't react in the best of ways (even if they have come around since then and they're really trying now to make amends in their relationship with Eddie) but the rest of his family had been so supportive. His sisters and Abuela the most supportive of them all. It's a relief, and Eddie loves that Abuela just wants his happiness, no matter who it is with or how. It's just— It gets a little overwhelming sometimes. He's never been the best at flirting or making the first move and getting set up just adds a whole nother level of awkwardness that Eddie's never been able to get past.

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jojoblessed365 · 10 days

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Buckle up folks, Episode 2/Chapter 01 is here!!!

Banter, family meals, NSFW discussions, and some rude awakenings are in store!!!

Special thanks to @ernestonlysayslovelythings for cowriting with me and @thefirst3chapters for discoursing JD in this fic with regards to her wonderful post on the Danes and how they value items.

Tagging @stellaluna33 @sarabethsilver @disasterbiwriter @anxiouspotatorants @sagesfandomspot for reasons revealed in link only....

Enjoy!!!!

P.S. Picture Christopher Briney as JD!!!

#gilmore girls fic #jess mariano #jd danes #rory gilmore #lorelai gilmore #luke danes #april nardini #literati #gilmore girls #literati fic #jess x rory #literati fanfiction

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sev-on-kamino · 1 year

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30 Days of Blossoming Romance (3)

Day 3: Exchanging Secret Smiles (prompt list here)

Dogma x fem!Reader (first time writing Dogma, so I hope I do him justice)

warnings: none, it’s flirty & fluffy

Word Count: 1098

“How many more of these do we have?” you asked, trying to sound more inquisitive than whiny. The week of physicals was always exhausting. They seemed to go on forever, and you had to listen to every variation of lie about mysterious wounds (playing stupid games with vibroknives), unexplained infections (doing tattoos in the barracks with unsterile equipment), and of course there was no shortage of shinies testing out their pick up lines for shore leave.

“Only five. I saved the best for last,” Kix replied, pleased with himself. You relaxed knowing who he meant. “Six, if you count yourself, but obviously, I’ll handle that one.”

“So generous, Kix,” you said with a playful roll of your eyes.

The boys rolled in, Jesse and Hardcase stripping down to the bottom half of their blacks without prompting. They were forever looking for an excuse to be shirtless in front of you. Tup and Dogma kept their top halves on. Tup struggled enough with your hands on him, and Dogma was simply not a show off.

As you took their vitals, Hardcase grinned, “You like what you see?”

“Yeah, your vitals look excellent!” You replied cheerfully, completely ignoring his true meaning. He had no less than 6 bruises he couldn’t account for, but in tip top shape other than that. He made sure to flex, as you checked his spinal alignment, so you could appreciate his muscles before hopping on the treadmill. You rolled your eyes with a laugh, continuing to make notes on your datapad.

Tup was always a little nervous at the beginning of the physical, so you took his vitals at the beginning, and again towards the end, so you could record the true numbers.

“Alright, Tup?” you asked, hoping to help him relax.

“Yeah, more nervous about the rest of the day this time.”

“I’m nervous too, but Captain Rex sees us under fire every day. He knows what we can do.” You reassured him.

He released a deep breath, and offered you a grateful smile, and hopped on the other available treadmill.

You turned your attention to Jesse, who had grown far more subtle in his attempts at flirting, largely because Kix would shut him down when he tried it on with you. No trooper that Kix thought had a real chance at distracting you could get too close, which meant he was always on high alert when Jesse and Fives were around.

He needn’t have bothered though, as you only had eyes for one trooper, and you smiled as you approached him. Dogma’s health was never in question. He took excellent care of himself, and almost never had any reason to be in the med bay. Physicals were mandatory, but even if they weren’t, he would have shown up because it meant he got to see you.

“Good to see you, Dogma,” you said, giving him a bright smile, as Kix walked to the supply closet, and Jesse stretched as he waited for Hardcase to finish. Dogma returned your smile, straightening up his face the moment he heard Kix’s returning footsteps.

“Good afternoon. I believe you’ll find I’m in perfect health,” he said with a serious expression.

“I’m well aware that you’re perfect, but I have to go through the whole physical just the same,” you replied, flashing him a knowing grin when Kix turned away.

Dogma beamed at you, his eyes shining as he took you in. How could an angel like you think he was perfect? Had you even seen yourself? He just knew you were going to be the death of him.

“Did you just call Dogma perfect?” Kix asked, as he turned to scan the waiting trooper.

“I said he’s perfectly healthy,” you looked down to your datapad, as the scanner sent over the information. “Scan confirms it!”

This was standard for the two of you. You would sneak in compliments during any routine checkup, happily building up his confidence, working to make him see that he was more than his place in the GAR.

For the first time since you’d met him, Dogma peeled off the top of his blacks before you checked his spine. Your eyes went wide, as you took him in. Your first time seeing him this undressed.

“Whoa! What’s this?” Jesse asked with a grin.

“It makes it easier for her to check everything,” Dogma responded, clearing his throat and standing up straight. He bit the inside of his lip, as he felt your gentle touch.

“Brilliant as always. Your shoulders are tight though,” you remarked your fingers pressing firmly. “You need to actually relax during shore leave. Doctor’s orders…or I could always have Rex make you.”

“You wouldn’t,” he pretended to protest, knowing it would spur you on.

“This your first day, Dogma? You know she will,” Jesse said with a snort. Your shoulders shook with silent laughter as Kix started to input Dogma’s data.

“I’ve gotta do hers next, if you wanna hear her getting bossed around for once,” Kix offered. You quirked an eyebrow at Dogma, another soft smile gracing your lips just for him.

“It wouldn’t be an appropriate use of time, Kix. Captain Rex is expecting us in the range after we finish here.” Dogma said though he’d love an excuse to stay longer. Even just these few precious moments getting to enjoy your attention, your touch, and those gorgeous smiles that were only for him had him craving more.

“Well, I can tell you she’s perfectly healthy too,” Kix quipped, tossing a wink at you.

“That’s obvious just looking at her,” Dogma replied.

“Since when are you smooth?” Hardcase said, propping his arm up on Dogma’s shoulder.

“I wasn’t being smooth. I was being honest,” he replied shrugging Hardcase off of him.

“Treadmill’s all yours, Dogma!” Tup said, coming to join the four of you, saving Dogma from having to defend himself further.

He gave you another soft look before taking over where Tup had left off.

You cleared Hardcase and Tup, and sent them off to Rex with a clean bill of health. All too soon, Jesse and Dogma were finished as well and ready to head out.

“Thanks, boys. I’ll see you at dinner?”

“It’s a date!” Jesse said with a wink.

“No, it’s not. Get out of our med bay,” Kix said rolling his eyes.

“Bye, Jess. Bye, Dogma.”

Dogma saluted you before marching out of the med bay. Alone again, Kix turned to you with a knowing smirk.

“So I should’ve been running Dogma off, huh?”

“Just run my physical, Kix,” you said blushing furiously.

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anneimaginesundertale · 1 year

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(✒️give them a shock pen! Jess with G, I could see Jess getting him with this just because his pen snatching habit. X'D)

You might have been planning this for a while. You might have found the perfect April Fools joke months ago and put it in place the moment the package arrived, just to see how long it took. And you might have, just might have, been impressed at how long it had taken G to actually steal that particular pen from your desk.

In a perfectly plotted move by the universe, it took him until April 1st. It was a Saturday, and the two of you only went into the office to finish up the last of the paperwork on your last case.

"I just need you to sign these," you said to G, handing him a folder.

"You got it, angel." He winked at you and very deliberately reached for a pen on your desk.

"Oh no," you said, pushing his hand away. "Those are my nice ones. You know which cup is yours."

He snickered. "Fiiiiine." He reached for the cup you'd set aside just for him and he picked up The Pen. You had to try not to grin.

"Sign quick and we can go get Grillby's for lunch," you said. That would definitely hurry him up.

G clicked the pen and jumped, dropping it back on the desk. "Yowch! What was that?"

"What was what?" you asked.

"It shocked me."

"That's weird. Static shock, maybe?"

"Musta been." He frowned and picked up the pen again. Click. "Gah!" He dropped it again and looked at you with narrowed sockets. "What'd you do, angel?"

"Nothing!" you said, trying to look innocent.

"Suuuuure. Then you won't mind clickin' the pen for me." He smirked, picked it up, and held it out to you.

You hesitated for a moment. Then you took it and put it back into your personal pen cup with a grin. "April Fools!" you crowed.

G laughed and threw his arms around you. "You got me good," he said, in a tone that told you to watch out for loose lids on your ketchup bottle at lunch. "Now, can I have a real pen, please? I still gotta sign this stuff."

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cursedchildofchaos · 2 years

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Don't you just love it when the two facets of your personality are shown in two fictional characters that ended up in a dynamic together, whether it be a romantic ship or a platonic bond?

It's like, yes, I relate to both of these blorbos and I know they work well together because combined they are basically me...or maybe they don't work well together because of that, but doesn't that make it fun

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she-karev · 2 days

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Playing Cupid (Japril Season 16 Imagine)

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: Two of Two

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Ship: Jackson Avery x April Kepner

Canon Episode: Season 16 Episode 20

AN: Here’s the chapter you guys I hope you like it and GIF’s I made specially for this story. Leave and like and reblog and tell me what you think.

Summary: Amber visits Jackson at the hospital where she is conflicted on whether or not to tell him about April’s separation from Matthew.

Words: 2790

Amber holds Harriet’s hand while they wait for the elevator to arrive on the first floor. The youngest Karev keeps a composed face despite the inner conflict going on in her head. April just told her half an hour ago that she and her current husband Matthew split up and made Amber promise not to tell Jackson before her. Amber would have happily done that without any issues if it wasn’t for all the times Jackson told her about his turmoil over his and April’s bad timing and not giving Harriet the family, they envisioned for themselves before they divorced.

She could see that it was not just about Harriet but about April too. Even if he denied it with Maggie, Amber knew him well enough to see that his love for April never went away. Maybe it was because she had Harriet or maybe because they had a love story that was too epic to forget. Either way Jackson was too good of a guy for her to keep this from him after everything he did for Amber in her time of need. On the other hand, Amber made a promise to April and she solemnly believes you’re only as good as your word. And holding the hand of their love child doesn’t help Amber’s strife at all.

“I should tell him, right?” Amber asks Harriet who looks up at her with inquisitive eyes in the mostly empty area, “I mean he’s my best friend not to mention my means of housing so if he finds out I kept this from him I’m out on the streets and your down one babysitter who gives you secret chocolate. Do you think your mom would be okay if I told him and broke my promise?”

“No.” Harriet says in a cute way that makes Amber smile despite her little sidekick not helping.

“No, I shouldn’t it’s none of my business…but your mommy made it my business when she told me.” Amber argues when the elevators finally arrive. They walk inside the empty elevator hand in hand. Amber presses the floor button for Jackson’s room and the doors close, “I mean she didn’t have to tell me but she did and she knew I was your daddy’s best friend so really, she should’ve predicted me taking his side over hers…on the other hand she’s super nice and listened to me complain about my disaster love life and told me so I wouldn’t feel alone. Why did she do that? Why didn’t she just dump you and go be a do-gooder for society? It would have been so much easier.” She looks at Harriet who still looks up at her with curious eyes, “I could tell him and lead your daddy to his very obvious soulmate and give you one birthdays and one Christmases that most kids get from parents who love their kids and each other.” That image almost convinces Amber if she didn’t consider what could go wrong, “Or it could implode everything, and you’d have a worse childhood than me.” Amber laughs out loud as soon as she finishes, “Oh who am I kidding? You can’t have a worse childhood than I did.” Amber is leaning towards telling Jackson and turns to Harriet for support, “I should tell daddy, right? Should I tell daddy?”

“Tell daddy.” Harriet repeats only comprehending some of Amber’s rambles.

Amber takes a moment before shaking her head, “No I’m not gonna tell daddy, because mommy was in the army and who knows what she will do to me if I break my promise to her. I should keep my mouth shut, let you see daddy for a few minutes and then we will go back home and I will forget this with the help of Jack and Daniels.” The elevator stops and dings, “Okay this is our stop.”

Harriet lifts her arms up and looks at Amber with a pleading face, “Carry.”

Amber sighs, “Seriously? You said you didn’t need a stroller. You said you could walk to daddy.”

Harriet is persistent, “Carry!”

Amber shakes her head, “Fine but you’re carrying me next time, up we go.” Amber picks up Harriet in her arms carrying her by her side as they walk down the mostly empty hallway, stopping just outside of Jackson’s room window. The sight of who is inside stops Amber causing her to hide by the window carrying Harriet. She saw Vic inside the room sitting by Jackson’s bed holding his hand indicating they are back together to Amber’s chagrin. She sighs at this unexpected hurdle and Harriet looks at her confused.

“What am I doing?” Amber asks herself and Harriet, “We’re his roommate and baby not a couple of secret mistresses. Let’s go and say hi to your dad and…Vic I guess.” Amber walks by the window, knocks on the door and enters the room with a smile. Jackson looks up with a cast on his leg up to his knee, “Hi somebody wants to see daddy!”

Jackson laughs and smiles at the sight of Harriet, “Hi sweetheart how were things with your mama?” Vic looks at Harriet in shock to Amber’s amusement.

“They were good.” Amber explains smiling at Harriet, “Her mama almost had a heart attack when I told her what happened but she’s good. Harriet and I just wanted to see you before we head home to bed.”

Vic clears her throat and stands up, “Um you know what I am gonna go this looks like a family thing so.”

“Come one Vic you don’t need to leave.”

“No I do. I have to okay? This is…” Vic trails off with Jackson, Amber and Harriet looking on confused, “This was good. It was fun and it was great but this whole thing. I’m not a…I’m not a stepmom.” Jackson looks at her with a stumped look while Amber purses her lips feeling awkward witnessing this inevitable breakup while Harriet smiles still in her arms.

“You’re not a stepmom.” Amber snorts at the adorable way Harriet repeated Vic’s statement stifling her own laughter.

Vic ignores them and continues, “I’m just a person who’s trying to have some fun after her fiancé died because the alternative is wallowing and I can’t do that and…wow okay. Um this was too much too soon thank you.” Jackson frowns at that looking down at his sheets while Vic turns to Amber and Harriet awkwardly, “Hi Harriet, it was really nice to meet you after all this time. Um okay bye. Godspeed.” Vic leaves the room quickly and Amber finally lets her laugh out when Vic closes the door to Jackson’s ire.

“Thanks, it’s just how I thought you would react if Vic ever broke up with me no lie.”

Amber stops laughing but still smiles, “Don’t hate me if I don’t laugh, I’ll cry.”

Jackson grins shaking his head, “Can you please hand me my child?” Amber gladly places Harriet on Jackson’s good leg that he bounces her on.

Amber stops laughing and treats Jackson like a friend, “Are you okay buddy?”

Jackson smiles at Harriet already over Vic dumping him, “Yeah I’m fine, I can’t be sad when I’m face to face with my favorite girl can I?”

Amber smiles at Harriet, “Yeah this little girl got me through the worst time of my life, didn’t you Harriet?” Amber shakes Harriet’s hand causing her to smile, “How’s the leg?”

“It’s fine the morphine helps with the pain and the cast isn’t that bad. Link said I should be back in the O.R. in two weeks, I just need to do some PT and wear a boot for a month. How was April when she left?”

Amber inhales, “She was good she was worried about you but I told her you were okay and I told her I was gonna take care of Harriet while you recuperate. It’s the least I can do since your letting me hole up at your place. Besides me and Harriet are gonna have so much fun, aren’t we?” Jackson smiles at Amber who notices, “What? You’re not thinking of dating me so your kid can have a stepmom, are you?”

Jackson rolls his eyes, “You wish. I just thought how nice it is that you didn’t even know how to hold my baby two years ago and now you’re the cool aunt. It wears your well She-Karev, I think you’d be good with one of these someday.”

Amber grins, “Assuming I find someone to give me one of these. If not, I am just fine being auntie Amber to this adorable baby girl and however many kids Alex and Jo finally have instead of wasting my time.”

Jackson nods understanding, “Yeah, those two should just stop with the excuses and get pregnant. It’s frustrating me like it’s frustrating you, life is short today showed me that more than ever.”

“Does this mean your not gonna take anymore shifts at the PRT?”

“No and even if I wanted to I can’t. PD shut it down for further investigation into the girl's death.” Jackson looks at Harriet with love in his eyes, “If that junkie aimed higher, I wouldn’t even be here. God the thought of that it scares me, what I would leave behind, what Harriet would go through or what my mom would do on top of Webber’s condition. It really makes you see things differently and revaluate what you take for granted. And what you let slip through your fingers for reasons you don’t even remember.”

Amber looks at Jackson in thought knowing what he is talking about. She takes a deep inhale before making a final decision, “Screw it I’m going for it.”

Jackson looks at Amber confused, “What?”

“I am gonna tell you something that I probably shouldn’t or it will get me killed by your ex-wife but you are my friend and I think this will get your foot in the door and make a smart decision for once in your life.” Jackson narrows his eyes still confused, “April and Matthew aren’t together anymore.”

Jackson’s eyes shot up in shock, “W-What? What do you mean? Why?”

Amber tries to remember from April’s speech, “They figured out their reconciliation wasn’t a part of God’s plan, Matthew never forgave her for leaving him at the altar, he left to take care of his sister and never came back. Now April is working while going through her second divorce and she told me not to tell you which is more proof of why I should.” Jackson looks taken back and still processing, “Now I don’t know what you will do this information I don’t know if your gonna make your move while the window of opportunity miraculously opened but I ask that you wait until April tells you herself so I can live to give your little girl the sex talk you will not so…”

Jackson takes a few moments to process with Harriet on his lap, “Wow two bullets out of nowhere today that is a record. April told you this?”

“Yeah she did, I talked about my disaster breakup and she told me about hers we were talking. Before she left, she wanted to be the one to tell you and swore me to secrecy. And it had been eating me up for the past 36 minutes.”

“And why are you telling me this?”

Amber gives a ‘really?’ look at Jackson, “Because you process things slowly and if April told you, you wouldn’t know what you wanted until it was too late. I just thought I’d give you a nudge god knows you two need as much help as you can get.”

Jackson sighs and looks at Harriet on his lap, “She just got divorced, you really think she wants to jump back in with her first husband? And what makes you think I would want to get back together with her anyway?”

Amber groans frustrated, “I swear for someone who is a doctor you are so stupid. You told me that you went on your spiritual quest because you were confused about you and April’s bad timing and seeing her marry Matthew. You said the one thing you and April never saw eye to eye on was religion and it always got in the way between you guys. And I know it was more than that she left after Samuel and I empathize with you for that pain I do but you both moved on from that and now…you believe in a higher power like her, your freshly single and so is she.”

Jackson looks down in conflict while Amber continues, “I think you jump into these nowhere relationships with women you don’t love because the one you do was with someone else and you were looking for someone to fill that void. But now she’s free and she loves you that never stopped for her like it never stopped for you. If I am wrong look me in the eyes and tell me this news doesn’t affect you in any way. Right. Now.”

Jackson still looks conflicted and spends the next few moments looking at Harriet who looks at Jackson with a smile. The sight causes him to grin and bounce his leg.

He sighs and turns to Amber, “You know this is taking me for a whirlwind and your right. A part of me will always love April and wonder what we could have been if things were different. It’s always gonna be a burning question. I just don’t want to screw things up like last time and…I think Maggie was right.”

Amber raises an eyebrow, “When did this shift to Maggie?”

“Maggie said that I can’t be alone, at first, I was pissed and I thought she was being petty but looking at my love life I think she was right. I jumped into bed with Vic pretty soon after I broke up with Maggie who I started dating pretty soon after April.”

Amber nods in agreement, “Yeah you clearly never heard of a grieving period.”

“And I think I am gonna start now after Vic just broke up with me.” Jackson sighs, “I think I need some time to myself and sort all of that out. I’m pretty sure April is gonna do the same after Matthew and I don’t want us to jump into a new relationship while both of us are hurt and vulnerable. It’s the best thing for the both of us I’m sure of it and I will let April tell me herself about Matthew when she is ready.”

Amber looks at Jackson impressed, “Wow that might be the most mature thing you have ever said.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah.” Amber snorts, “And here I thought I was gonna be the sad and miserable one while you have a line of unattached ladies at your bedroom door.”

“But now we’re both gonna be sad and miserable together.” Jackson grins in solidarity with Amber, “On the bright side you have someone to eat ice cream with while you watch those slasher films.”

“You stay from my mint chocolate chip or I will go all Voorhees’s on your broken heart.” Jackson chuckles, “Seriously you stay away from my ice cream or I’ll hurt you good.”

“Deal.”

“There’s nothing wrong with taking time for yourself Jackson.” Amber grins, “Just as long as you’re in the right head space when you figure out you still love a certain red headed trauma surgeon because she is no rebound for you to toss aside.”

Jackson chuckles, “You know for someone who once proclaimed love as the root of all evil you’re not shy of playing cupid between divorced parents.”

Amber shrugs, “Just because I’m miserable doesn’t mean I want everybody else to be.”

“Wow I think your maturing too.” Jackson teases.

Amber chuckles, “Shut up.” Amber sees Harriet drifting off on Jackson’s lap, “I think Harriet and I are ready to hit the pillow before we have a fun day tomorrow.”

“I think your right.” Jackson hands Harriet to Amber who carries her, “Okay sweetheart daddy needs his rest and so do you. Auntie Amber is gonna take good care of you while daddy is recovering but don’t worry, I’m gonna be chasing you around the house soon I promise.”

Amber smiles at Harriet who puts her head on Amber’s shoulder falling asleep, “Okay I think she wants to go to bed already, we’ll see you tomorrow. Try not to get shot again.”

“I will do my best, good night you two.”

“Good night.” Amber closes the door and walks to the elevator with Harriet in tow for the first time in a while looking toward the future and not the past.

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