A/N: Hello everyone! I am not new to fanfiction but I am new to the Grey's fanfiction world. I just couldn't resist writing an April/Jackson fic. I just love them too much. So enjoy and keep in mind that this has not been edited by anyone besides myself. Also, everything medical is from the internet!

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Shonda and ABC!

Chapter 1 – You've Got A Friend

It was quiet. Too quiet.

April Kepner was working the night shift in the emergency room and it was so quiet. It was almost three o'clock in the morning and the pit was silent enough for her to concentrate on studying for her Boards. But she knew all too well that the pit being this silent was never a good omen.

As if on cue, Owen Hunt rushed up to her. "Incoming trauma! Car accident, four cars involved. The first ambulance is five minutes out. Page Shepherd, Sloan, and Torres!"

She did as she was told, grabbed a trauma gown, and then rushed to meet the group of nurses and doctors waiting outside the ER entrance.

The first ambulance pulled up and Dr. Hunt stepped towards it. The doors opened and a paramedic hopped out. "Anderson Matthews, 33. BP is 80 over 50. Slipping in and out of consciousness. Several lacerations and burns on the chest and abdomen. He went into cardiac arrest on the way here." The paramedic sighed as he passed the patient's chart to Owen. "He tried to save a woman trapped in her car."

Owen sighed as well as he passed the chart to April. "Kepner, take him to Trauma 1 and continue CPR. I'll be there in a second."

April wheeled the patient inside along with two nurses. "My name is Dr. Kepner. Just stay with me, you're going to be okay." She looked down into his eyes and saw that he was mildly alert.

They arrived at Trauma 1 and the nurses hooked up all the appropriate machines. "His vitals are rising," one nurse stated.

April smiled and checked his pupils for signs of a head injury. "No sign of a concussion."

Mark Sloan waltzed into the room with Jackson Avery behind him. "What do we have?"

"Chest and abdominal lacerations," April answered quickly.

Sloan inspected the lacerations and turned to Avery, "Mostly superficial. There should be minimal scarring."

Avery sidled up to April and grinned. "What are you doing in the ER tonight? Isn't it Yang's shift?"

"I'm doing her a favour," she replied distractedly. She was focused on the heart monitor and the fact that her patient's readings didn't make any sense. "His vitals are all over the place," she muttered. His blood pressure was beginning to drop quickly so she resumed CPR and spoke hurriedly to her fellow resident. "Jackson, page Dr. Altman."

"What? Why?" He asked in confusion.

"Because I think he has an arrhythmia and he's about to go into cardiac arrest again."

Surely enough, the heart monitor began to beep incessantly and April called for a crash cart while Avery paged their Head of Cardio. Her patient was crashing and all of a sudden the ER was way too loud.

After all of the incoming trauma from the car accident had been dealt with, Owen Hunt walked into the OR gallery to find April watching Teddy Altman and Cristina Yang operate on the patient that she had almost lost earlier. He sat down next to her and she acknowledged him with a weak smile.

"You saved his life tonight, Kepner. You were right. He has an arrhythmia which is why he slipped into cardiac arrest so easily. Good work."

"Thank you sir."

She had shown great thinking and intuition tonight. She had been right, Mr. Matthews had accessory pathway tachycardia, a condition that had gone diagnosed and one that hadn't bothered him his whole life. Teddy and Cristina were now inside his chest implanting an ICD which would monitor his heart rate and hopefully prevent cardiac arrest from occurring in the future.

He chuckled lightly, "You know, I hadn't pegged you as being able to handle trauma but it suits you. You're determined, you think quick on your feet, and you care. You would make a great trauma surgeon, Dr. Kepner."

"Thank you, Chief Hunt."

"You're welcome," he answered before they sat in companionable silence for the rest of the surgery.

She smiled at her Chief of Surgery but it didn't quite reach her eyes. She should feel on top of the world right now…she pulled a patient back from the brink of death…but she didn't. The patient, Anderson Matthews, had looked at her the entire time that he had been conscious. His eyes had never left hers and it made her feel responsible for him. She would feel better when he was out of the OR and in recovery.

Once April checked on Mr. Matthews post-op and saw that his vitals were good and stable, she headed to her office hoping to get some rest. She opened the door to find Jackson sleeping on her couch in the dim light of early morning.

The fifth year residents were regular fixtures in her office but Jackson was the only one that she allowed to sleep there. Ever since his breakup with Lexie he had been obviously lonely and depending on her company more and more. They studied together. They took walks together. They even occasionally slept together…nothing sexual…just sleeping. Jackson was a very restless sleeper, plagued by nightmares, and sleeping beside someone helped him apparently. However, ever since Mark Sloan's suggestion that they become the other kind of buddies, the idea of sleeping beside him wasn't as comforting as it used to be, despite the fact that she knew that they were strictly friends. He didn't see her as anything more than a close friend so she needn't worry about him making her uncomfortable. Still, her friendship with Jackson was a little more intimate than she was used to and she had never been close friends with a guy before him.

She tried to close the door quietly so that she did not wake him but she was unsuccessful.

"Hey," he mumbled groggily as he stretched.

"Sorry," she apologized as she walked towards her desk.

"You were a rock star tonight," he smiled.

She rolled her eyes. "You were the one in the OR all night, not me."

"C'mon," he chuckled. "I saw you. You saved his life. I had no idea what was happening, if that had been me he would have died."

She didn't answer him so he simply turned on his side and gestured towards the sofa's free space.

"I'm not tired," she replied stubbornly.

"April," he groaned. "I know that you came here to get some sleep so just get over here."

She was truly too exhausted to argue with him. She removed her white coat and joined him on the couch. She lay down so that her back was to his chest and she tucked her head underneath his chin. He draped his arm across her waist so that she couldn't fall to the floor.

"April, you're shivering," he whispered. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she responded unconvincingly. He retaliated by squeezing her side and she squeaked. That wasn't fair; he knew that she was ticklish. "I'm just worried about the patient I worked on," she began. "He seems like a nice guy. He tried to save a woman trapped in her car and he almost died."

"But he didn't," Jackson soothed, "because of you. You saved a nice guy, so relax." He ran a hand down her back in what was meant to be a comforting gesture but she tensed up immediately. He thought that she had become used to his casual touches of affection. She even let him give her a shoulder massage every once in a while. "Okay, what's going on? Why are you acting so weird around me?" He asked in confusion.

"Did Dr. Sloan ever tell you about the conversation we had a few days ago?" She asked awkwardly.

"No. What did he say? Did he hit on you?"

"No," she scoffed. "He suggested that since you and I spend so much time together that we should maybe become more…friendly so that we're not so stressed out."

"He actually said that?" Jackson asked incredulously.

"Uh huh."

He sighed; he was going to kill Sloan! "Well, just because he said that doesn't mean things are going to change between us. I may be a guy but I'm not completely dominated by my hormones. You're my best friend and if this new sleeping arrangement makes you uncomfortable then we can stop."

"No, it's fine," she whispered so quietly that he could barely hear her. The truth was that sleeping beside Jackson was nice. She felt safe and it was nice to feel cared for by a man, regardless of the fact that they were just friends.

"Okay good." He smiled to himself before he closed his eyes.

Mark Sloan was tired of looking for his other half. He had searched the residents' lounge, the on-call rooms, and the cafeteria, and still no Avery. He had thought about paging him but discovering where his protégée was hiding had appealed to his nosiness. Hopefully, he was busy with a pretty nurse or intern. He was about to admit defeat when he realized that Avery could have taken over Kepner's office like the other fifth years were known to do.

He opened the door to her office without knocking and smirked at what he found. Avery was sleeping on the couch wrapped around his red-headed study buddy.

"Well, what do we have here?"

The two residents awoke immediately. Kepner looked like a deer caught in headlights and Avery cursed under his breath as he slowly started to sit up. An embarrassed, flushed Kepner jumped off of the couch and raced across the room to grab her coat. She quickly left her own office rambling about how she needed to talk to Bailey about something.

Sloan watched her leave and then turned back to Avery with a mischievous grin.

"Ever hear of knocking?" The resident asked in annoyance. "Or you could have just paged me?"

Sloan shrugged. "Where's the fun in that? So, you and Kepner are buddies now?"

"No! And I can't believe what you said to her. We're just friends and stay out of my love life," he told his mentor seriously.

"Just friends?" Sloan laughed. "A guy who's just friends with a woman doesn't sneak away from his attending to cuddle."

Avery angrily grabbed his coat from its place on the back of the couch and roughly pulled it on. "We were sleeping, not cuddling, and it's personal and completely platonic."

Sloan was still not convinced. "She's an attractive woman and you've known her for years. You can't tell me that you've never even thought about it before."

"I haven't," he stated adamantly. But now that the idea was in his head, it was all he could think about. "Let's go on rounds," he grumbled.

When Anderson Matthews awoke, he blinked several times to gain his bearings. He was lying in a hospital bed and his entire body ached. He remembered every detail of his car accident and he had flashes of memory from being in the ambulance that brought him to the hospital. He had expected the pain but he hadn't expected so many doctors. There were five doctors surrounding his bed.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Hunt. How are you feeling, Mr. Matthews?" The red-headed man closest to his bedside asked.

He smiled wryly back at him. "Like I was hit by a car." He felt bandages all over his upper body so he asked the obvious question. "Did I have surgery last night?"

A tall, handsome man standing at the end of his bed spoke up to answer his question. "I'm Dr. Sloan, I'm a plastic surgeon, and me and Dr. Avery here," he gestured to the dark-skinned man on his right, "treated several chest and abdominal lacerations and burns and there should be very minimal scarring."

"Dr. Altman?" The red-headed man prompted.

"Mr. Matthews, you have a heart condition known as accessory pathway tachycardia. It's an arrhythmia," the blonde told him.

"I know that my heartbeat is abnormally fast but it's never seriously bothered me. I played basketball in college and it was never a problem," he told them honestly.

"Well last night it caused you to go into cardiac arrest several times. Dr. Yang and I inserted an implantable cardioverter- defibrillator. It will stabilize your arrhythmia and prevent sudden arrests in the future."

"I'm going to do a check-up and then Dr. Altman and Dr. Yang will return to explain the ICD," Dr. Hunt explained.

"Sounds good," Anderson muttered. He needed time to process the new information anyway. He had a small battery-powered device inside of his chest now; he wasn't sure how he was supposed to feel about that.

All of the doctors left his room except for Dr. Hunt, who began to routinely poke and prod him.

"The woman in the car…what happened to her?" He asked fearfully.

Dr. Hunt smiled. "She's fine, she's in recovery."

"Good," he sighed with a smile as he let his head relax on his pillow. "It was worth it then."

Dr. Hunt chuckled quietly. "She told me that she wants to meet you later…to say thank you."

Anderson was about to respond when a gorgeous, red-head walked into his room.

"Good morning," she greeted energetically.

"Good morning, Dr. Kepner," Hunt replied. "Dr. Kepner treated you in the ER last night," he told Anderson.

Anderson smiled. "I remember." He had had dreams of red hair and hazel eyes all night. The female doctor that had saved his life had been the only thing that his mind was able to concentrate on while slipping in and out of consciousness. "I remember thinking that you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

Dr. Kepner blushed and exchanged an awkward glance with Hunt.

The older surgeon smiled. "Well, I have a staff meeting. Can you finish Mr. Matthews' check-up, Dr. Kepner?"

"Sure, Chief Hunt."

Dr. Kepner grabbed his chart after Hunt left the room and Anderson observed her flushed cheeks. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you," he apologized.

"It's fine," she replied quickly. "Now, how are you feeling?"

"As good as can be expected…thanks to you." He knew that he was laying on the charm pretty thick but he couldn't help it. If he was going to be stuck in this hospital bed for a couple of days then he was going to flirt with his attractive doctor.

"Just doing my job," she smiled.

He grinned back at her. She had dimples and he was such a sucker for dimples. Anderson had a feeling that Dr. Kepner didn't realize the effect she could have on the opposite sex.

A/N: Please leave me your thoughts! :)