A/N: No idea where this came from. I blame late night chats lol. And the fact that Jackson needs to smarten up.
I have no idea where the title came from either. I have been reading a lot of T.S. Eliot poetry recently so maybe that's it lol. This is a little different from what I usually do so I hope that you enjoy! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's. If I did I'd be less terrified about the finale.
Alex rummaged in his pocket for his keys as he approached his front door. He finally raised his head and was surprised to see a familiar red-head sitting on the porch swing. "Kepner?" He questioned in confusion.
"Hey Alex," she replied as she looked down at her lap. "I went to Jackson's but he wasn't home, he's probably with his girlfriend and it's probably for the best anyway that he wasn't there, and Meredith's is really far away, and I know that we're not overly close but I couldn't think of anywhere else to go and I really just don't wanna be alone right now, so I came here."
Alex furrowed his brow in confusion as he took a step closer to her. He was used to her ramblings but there was something different about this one. He could tell that she was crying but it wasn't her usual hysterical sobbing and she refused to look at him. He had never seen her like this before and he had a really bad feeling. "April," he spoke her first name softly. "What's going on?"
"Matthew and I had a fight," she whispered.
She finally raised her head to meet his gaze and the fact that her long hair was pinned back allowed him to see all of her face. He felt anger flare up inside of him as he observed her bruised eye and cheek, her split lip, and tear streaked face. He gently took her hand and pulled her to her feet. "Come on, let's go inside."
He unlocked the door and led her inside of Meredith's old home. He motioned for her to take a seat on the couch while he walked into the kitchen and grabbed some ice from the refrigerator.
"What the hell happened?" He demanded once he had taken a seat beside her and handed her the ice.
"Things got a little out of hand," she muttered. She placed the icepack against her cheek and winced, "Ow."
"I would say things got a little out of hand," Alex joked darkly. "He hit you, didn't he?"
"Don't do this Alex," she started to argue as fresh tears streamed down her cheeks. "He's not that guy. He loves me. It was a mistake."
Alex rolled his eyes. He had seen this before, with his own mother. He had heard the excuses and the affirmations, and he was not going to allow one of his friends to fall into that horrible cycle. "Right, he's not that guy until he does it again, and he will do it again, April. Trust me." He extended his hand and began to comfortingly rub her back. He wanted to tell her that she needed to press charges but he knew that she was too tired and overwhelmed to have that conversation right now. "You're staying here tonight," he told her firmly. The paramedic would never think about coming here to find her. "You can have my bed."
"Thank you Alex," she whispered tearfully. She had known that, despite their rocky relationship, he wouldn't turn her away. Alex Karev had a big heart underneath his armour of sarcasm and crude humour. "I just really didn't want to be alone," she reiterated.
"I get it," he grumbled. "You should get some sleep. I'll be down here if you need me."
April nodded as she handed the icepack back to him. She walked up the stairs and used the bathroom before heading to the master bedroom. She collapsed on top of the bed and curled up in the fetal position. She pulled her cell phone out of the pocket of her jeans and laid it next to her on the bed before she cried herself to sleep.
Meanwhile, Alex paced his living room in a rage. It took all of his willpower not to leave the house and kick that paramedic's ass. He had never thought that April Kepner of all people would get herself into this situation. She was too innocent, or whatever. She was too optimistic and hopeful to have something like this ruin her view of the world.
Alex sighed before he sat down again. It was really late but he knew what he needed to do. If he was feeling this way then he couldn't even imagine the reaction of the one person at Grey-Sloan Memorial Hospital that cared about April the most. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialled Avery's number. The first three times there was no answer but he finally picked up on the fourth attempt.
"What do you want Karev? I'm kinda in the middle of something."
His friend sounded angry but Alex knew that the plastics fellow would beat him senseless if he didn't tell him this. He would want to be in the loop. "Dude, you need to get over here right now."
"I'll tell you when you get here. Just come over."
"Karev, its 1 AM," he pointed out in annoyance.
"Trust me; you want to know what's going on." And with that, he ended the call.
Fifteen minutes later, a perturbed and frustrated Avery walked through his front door.
"What the hell Karev? I was having sex and Stephanie's annoyed with me enough as it is! This better be good," he threatened.
"I figured you'd want to know."
"Know what?" He practically shouted. He was fed up with Karev's cryptic messages.
Alex tilted his head towards the staircase as he said, "Kepner's up in my bed."
Jackson's eyes narrowed and he growled menacingly. "Just what exactly are you trying to tell me, Karev?"
Avery's reaction to that statement proved to Alex that he had done the right thing by calling him. He loved her; he just refused to admit it. "It's not like that," he clarified. "It turns out that the paramedic isn't as perfect as we thought."
That statement certainly heightened Jackson's curiosity. "What do you mean?" He inquired while perfectly enunciating each word.
"He hit her, man," Alex finally revealed. He could see the flash of anger in Avery's eyes as his body went rigid.
"He did what?" Jackson asked in a dangerously low voice.
Alex explained further, "She said that they had a fight, I don't know about what, and he hit her."
Without another word, Jackson headed up the staircase and Alex let him walk away.
He walked to Alex's bedroom at the end of the hallway and paused in the doorway. April was lying on the bed with her back facing him. She looked so small. He removed his jacket before he climbed on the bed and spooned her from behind.
She had been asleep but she stirred when she felt someone's touch. She rolled over onto her back and sleepily peered up at her unexpected visitor. "Jackson?" She croaked. "What are you doing here?"
"Karev called me." He had to stop himself from gasping when he got a good look at her face. All of the lights were off in the room but the blinds were open. The darkness didn't cast enough of a shadow over her face to hide her injuries. Her lovely pale skin was bruised and her bottom lip was swollen. He felt an unhealthy combination of emotions surge through him: love, hate, lust, more anger than he had ever felt in his life, and a fierce amount of protectiveness. What he was feeling now was a million times worse than what he had felt when he had repeatedly punched Karev for disrespecting her two years ago.
"I really wish he hadn't," she whispered. She couldn't handle the way that he was looking at her, with so much pity. She didn't like feeling this weak. She was supposed to be a soldier. And after Jackson had blown her off earlier in the evening, she had gotten the message. He didn't want to spend time with her anymore so why was he here? Yet somehow, she was very grateful for his presence and happy that he was lying next to her.
He raised his hand and tenderly ran his fingers over her beautiful face. "Why didn't you call me?" He asked curiously.
She shrugged, "You had plans…with Stephanie. I didn't want to interrupt. I—"
"You should have," he stated passionately. "I would have dropped anything for this." He started to run his hand through her hair as he wrapped his other arm around her waist in order to pull her body closer to his. "Tell me what happened."
"We were arguing," she answered vaguely.
"About what?" He prompted.
"My virginity, or lack thereof," she answered in embarrassment. He had wanted to know who she had slept with and she had been unwilling to tell him. "And he just lost his temper for a second, it was nothing."
"This is not nothing," he argued through gritted teeth. He had known from the very beginning that Matthew Taylor had seemed too good to be true. Nobody was really that nice. "Don't make excuses for him. You deserve better than this." He kissed the top of her head as he murmured, "I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?" She asked as she pressed her unharmed cheek against the front of his shirt.
He didn't answer her but he knew exactly why he was apologizing. If he had never ended things with her…if he had never slept with Stephanie…if they had had just one completely honest conversation for once in their relationship then none of this would have happened. If they were still together then she never would have dated Matthew.
He felt his cell phone buzz in his pocket and he knew, without even checking, that it was Stephanie wondering where he was and what he was doing. He knew that she was probably furious with him but he couldn't leave April. He didn't want to. And Stephanie was right, she deserved to be treated better and he couldn't keep leading her on like this. Not when he felt the way that he did about April.
He glanced down and smiled as he saw that April had fallen asleep again. Her phone chimed with a new message but luckily it didn't wake her. He reached over her petite frame and picked her cell phone up off of the bed. That same feeling of inexplicable rage boiled inside of him again as he read the apologetic message from Matthew. He knew that he had to do something.
He started to slip off of the bed but her small hands grabbed his shirt. "Where are you going?" She asked pleadingly.
"I'll be back," he told her softly. He leaned down and gently stroked her chin with his thumb. "I promise."
She sat up on the bed as she watched him pull his jacket on. "Jackson?"
"Yeah?" He responded as he turned around to face her.
"Please don't do anything stupid. Just stay here."
He smiled wryly as he walked back towards the bed. He knew that it was destructive but he couldn't let this guy get away with it. He cupped her face with both hands before he captured her top lip in a passionate kiss. "I love you."
April's eyes widened in shock before a small smile graced her face. She had thought that he was on a completely different page but he felt the same way that she did. "Me too." She chuckled and shook her head as she realized what she just said. "I mean, I love you too."
He grinned at her little mistake. "I'll be back," he repeated before he kissed her again and then fled the room.
He galloped down over the stairs and Karev met him by the front door.
"Avery, don't do what you're about to do," he warned. "That guy is way bigger than you."
"Then I'll fight dirty," he replied coldly. "As far as I'm concerned, he's a dead man."
Alex groaned before he grabbed his jacket and followed Avery out the door. "I'm going with you to make sure you don't kill him or get yourself killed. There are better ways to show a chick you love her," he chirped as they neared Avery's car.
A/N: From this point on, imagine what you will. This will remain a one shot. Please leave a review! :)
New chapter of WYLB should be up soon!