A/N: Remember when Jackson and April couldn't keep their hands off each other and we loved them for it? Yeah, this one shot is about that. It's also about the awesomeness of Mama Avery (a conversation about her inspired me to look at this doc that was just sitting on my computer).

The title comes from the Maroon 5 song "One More Night", which is like the ultimate early Season 9 Japril song. Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, obviously.


Jackson managed a smile as he watched his mother approach from the other end of the hallway. It had only been a week since her last visit but he supposed that he would have to get used to her frequent presence since she was now dating Webber. He still didn't have to like it though.

"Baby," she smiled.

"Hey Mom," he replied softly as he kissed her on the cheek.

"You'll be thankful that I'm not here for you," she jested. "I really need to find April."

"Uh, she's," he stumbled, "I'm not sure where she is right now actually."

The last time that he had seen her had been in an on-call room earlier this morning. Yes, they were still having sex. They couldn't seem to stop and he wasn't sure if he wanted to. It would probably continue for the foreseeable future, they had finally stopped telling each other that every time was the last time, so that was progress. There was something about her that kept drawing him back in. Everything about her kept drawing him back in. His dorky, high-strung best friend from Mercy West was all of a sudden the same woman that he couldn't keep his hands off. If he had it his way, she would be naked all of the time. The body that she hid underneath her scrubs was unreal.

"Why? What's going on?" He questioned curiously. "Are you here for a surgery?"

Catherine Avery shook her head but before she had a chance to respond a man around his age walked up to them.

"Sorry Dr. Avery," he chuckled. "I got a little lost."

"That's okay, dear," Catherine smiled warmly. Her smile widened considerably when she spotted something over Jackson's shoulder. "April, honey, come here!"

The red-head spun around after depositing her chart at the nurses' station. "Hi Dr. Avery," she replied timidly. She was absolutely petrified that the woman would find out about her and Jackson but her anxiety turned to curiosity, and then to fear, when she noticed the strange man standing between Jackson and his mother.

Surely Catherine wouldn't have…? She would never…? Would she…?

"April, this is a colleague of mine, Dr. Wellman. I suggested that you could show him around today if you're not too busy."

Apparently, Catherine would do what April had feared. She had brought her the smart fellow from the Brigham's gynecology department. The one that could "tutor" her.

April smiled awkwardly. "I actually just finished surgery for the day," she replied truthfully. She was on-call for any major trauma, but other than that she was free. She outstretched her hand and introduced herself pleasantly. "Hi, April Kepner."

"Jared Wellman," he responded.

He was cute in a John Krasinski from The Office kind of way. He was tall and he had a warm smile, glasses, and brown hair.

"I can show you around too," Jackson butted in. "I'm Jackson Avery." He really didn't like the fact that he was essentially being ignored.

Catherine dismissed his suggestion with a wave of her hand. "Nonsense, you're busy." Her son opened his mouth to speak again but she silenced him with a stern look.

Jared shifted his feet and fiddled with the tie that he was wearing. "Shall we get started?"

"Sure," April nodded.

Jackson barely waited until the two walked off before he rounded on his mother. "What do you think you're doing?"

Catherine could barely contain her enthusiasm. "Ah hush! He's cute and crazy smart, and he's a nice boy. He's perfect for April. I know what I'm doing."

"W-what?" Jackson spluttered. "You're setting her up?" He asked incredulously. "This so isn't any of your business." April had said that his mother was obsessed with her sex life but he didn't think that she'd go as far as to bring her a guy from Boston! He had underestimated her yet again.

She rolled her eyes at her son's response. "She's like the daughter I never had and she needs a man in her life. This will be good for her, you'll see," she declared beaming with positivity.

"She has me," he replied automatically.

"Honey," Catherine sighed, "you're her best friend. She needs a man to help her…loosen up. She's so uptight."

Jackson grimaced, "Mom." He hated when his mother talked about sex and it's not like he could come out and say that he was doing an excellent job of helping April "loosen up".

"Just let her be, and don't think about it," Catherine advised as she patted his cheek before walking anyway.

Jackson sighed as he grabbed one of his patients' charts off of the counter. He knew that one day April would meet a guy…date…get married…have kids, but he didn't think that it would be anytime soon. He thought that they would have a bit more time together. His mother was right; he really didn't want to think about April with anyone else. It made him inexplicably angry.


April opened the door to the observation gallery and announced with a smile. "And this is OR 2."

She had shown Jared Wellman everything in the hospital that he could possibly be interested in, and to be honest, she wasn't sure why she was giving him a tour in the first place. He had a great position at the Brigham, and that's probably where he wanted to stay. He got to work with Catherine Avery; it didn't get much better than that in his field. Only Addison Montgomery would be higher up on the ladder.

"This is a really great hospital," Jared commented kindly.

"It is," April smiled.

They left the gallery of OR 2 and headed back down the hallway. Eventually, April's curiosity got the better of her.

"So, why are you in Seattle?"

Jared replied smoothly, "Dr. Avery likes us to keep our options open. I finish my fellowship in June and it's never too early to look at new hospitals."

"So, um, what exactly did Dr. Avery tell you about me?" She questioned uneasily.

"Nothing, really," he smiled. "Just that you're a friend of her son's." The pretty red-head arched an eyebrow and he caved quickly. "April Kepner, 30, born and raised in Moline, Ohio. Undergrad at Ohio State and med school at Washington University in St. Louis. You have three sisters. You like Chinese food, chocolate ice cream, and red anemones. Your favourite movie is Pretty In Pink." He stopped and grinned, "Oh, and you're a trauma surgeon."

April's mouth dropped open in shock. "What did she do? Prepare a pamphlet?" She muttered.

Jared laughed. "No, it was a thick, bound book with tabs, and a table of contents, and everything."

April couldn't stop herself from laughing along with him. "I'm so sorry."

"Well, if it makes you feel better, she's not handing out the April Kepner package to everyone," he joked.

April rolled her eyes and giggled. "That makes me feel so much better," she answered sarcastically. "I love Dr. Avery but sometimes she's just so…"

She trailed off and he supplied a word with a grin. "Invasive?"

"Yeah," she sighed.

Jared smiled brightly as they continued to walk down the hallway. "Although I have to say that this is the best thing that she's ever forced me to do." It was hard not to like the intelligent, pleasant surgeon, and she was beautiful.

April blushed involuntarily. At least he was nice, he wasn't a creep. "Yeah, it could be worse."

He smiled down at her again but whatever he had been about to say was interrupted by her pager. "Oh, I'm sorry, I have to take this."

"That's fine," Jared answered understandingly. "Duty calls."

April left the nice man and made her way to the pit. She was incredibly confused when no one seemed to be looking for her. She was about to ask a nurse who had paged her when two strong arms grabbed her from behind and began to pull her to the nearest on-call room.

She turned her neck and looked up at Jackson in confusion. "Who paged me? Did you page me?"

"Yeah," he grinned as he opened the door to the on-call room and ushered her inside. "You're done surgery for the day and I'm free, so I figured…"

His sentence trailed off but she knew exactly what he had figured. It was no secret what was on his mind and he wasted no time in letting her know. He pulled her tight against his chest and kissed her hungrily as he pushed her lab coat off of her shoulders. She eagerly responded to him and tugged on the drawstrings of his pants.

She pulled his scrub top over his head and he stripped her down to her tank top and underwear before he moved her to the bed. He sat down and pulled her into his lap, with her legs resting on either side of his.

"You smell different," he commented.

April pulled away from him with wide eyes. "Do I smell bad?" She questioned self-consciously.

He grinned again before he leaned forward to kiss her neck. "No, you smell good, you always smell good." He pushed his nose into her hair and inhaled deeply. "You just smell different."

"Oh, well, I changed my shampoo." But she wouldn't have thought that he would notice such a small change.

He kissed down her neck and along her shoulder, and he smiled to himself when she moaned softly. He caught the straps of her tank top and bra in his teeth and began to tug them down her shoulder. She loved it when he did that and he knew it. She ran both of her hands down his back as she shifted her body against his. His hands tightened on her waist and he reflexively thrust his hips upwards.

However, their pleasure was short lived. Jackson groaned in annoyance when her phone chimed loudly. "Who would be texting instead of paging you?"

April sighed, "I'm willing to bet it's your mother."

Jackson reached down and grabbed her coat off of the floor so that he could get her cell phone for her. He handed the device to her but continued to kiss her neck as she rested her elbows on his shoulders and read the screen over his head.

"Yup," she chuckled, "it's your mother, and she wants to know where I am."

"Tell her that you're in the middle of a very important consult," he suggested naughtily.

April bit down on her bottom lip and carelessly tossed her phone aside before she tilted his head upwards so that their lips could meet. He was so good at this; he melted her with just a kiss. It was no wonder that she kept falling into bed with him. It was like she had no control over herself around him. It felt too good…his mouth and his hands…

And he wasn't some random guy, he was Jackson. Her Jackson. He knew her better than anyone, her cared for her, and he was sweet. She was comfortable with him. She was beginning to convince herself that what they were doing wasn't wrong.

Her phone went off again and they both ignored it.

He moved down to her neck again and started to bite and suck on her fair skin. She tried to squirm away from him but it was no use. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him down onto his back.

"What are you doing?" She asked rather strictly.

He looked up at her innocently. "Nothing."

She playfully smacked his muscular chest before she leaned down to kiss him. "Like people won't be suspicious if they see me walking around the hospital with a hickey."

He tangled both of his hands in her beautiful hair and melded his mouth to hers. "It wouldn't be a big deal," he argued between kisses. He knew that she would never be receptive to what he was saying but he just wanted to leave a mark on her so that the gynecologist would know that she was taken. She was somebody else's.

"Yeah, not gonna happen," she chuckled. She sat up straight again and whipped her tank top over her head. "At least not on my neck," she purred.

Jackson growled before he buried his face in her cleavage. It was things like that that kept drawing him back in. Yes, she rambled about Jesus and talked about re-virginizing, and sometimes she hinted that she regretted giving him her virginity, but then she said things like that, or she bit down on her bottom lip and looked at him a certain way, or she did something else that drove him completely crazy and turned him on.

"Dr. Kepner to the main lobby. Dr. Kepner to the main lobby."

"She's using the PA system now?" Jackson questioned in disbelief.

"Apparently," April sighed.

She started to move off of his lap but he held her in place. "Hey, where are you going?"

"I should go. She's not going to leave me alone." She hopped off of the bed and began to redress. She glanced back at him and saw that he was practically pouting. "Don't give me that face," she laughed.

He ignored her joking tone. "So, what? You have to run off and spend time with my mother's new pet?"

She arched an eyebrow in surprise. "I didn't know you were possessive."

"I'm not," he lied. "I'm horny and halfway there."

April walked back towards the bed and gave him a soft kiss. "I'll make it up to you later."

He nodded and watched April leave the room. With a sigh, he fell back onto the bed and squeezed his eyes shut. His mother had made a promise to stay out of his personal business and so far she hadn't broken that promise. Unfortunately for him, his mother had transferred the energy that she used to focus on him onto April. She was trying to find April the perfect guy and as a result, his mother was ruining his sex life without even knowing it.


April approached Catherine and Jared with a bright smile. "I am so sorry about that," she apologized. "I had a consult."

"That's okay," Jared smiled. "Do you want to get some lunch?"

"Sure," she nodded. "But I will warn you about the cafeteria food."

Jared chuckled, "I'm sure that something there will be edible."

"Well why don't you two go out for a nice dinner tonight to make up for it?" Catherine intervened with an uncontrollable grin.

April repeatedly opened and closed her mouth and Jared turned to her nervously. "If you want to then we can." He slipped his hands into the pockets of his dress pants and rocked back on his heels. "Do you want to go to dinner with me?"

Her gut reaction was to turn down his polite offer but the way that Jackson's mother was staring at her made it hard to speak. "Um…uh…okay…yeah," she finally stammered. She smiled a little more brightly before she spoke again. "Sure."

Jared was nice company and she would view this as doing a favour for Catherine. If the elder Avery tried to pressure her into anything in the near future then she would have a card to play.

Jared nodded happily. "Great. That's great, but I guess we should eat lunch first."

Catherine watched gleefully as the two young people walked off together. April seemed to like him and Jared had just spent the past fifteen minutes gushing about her. She had really hit this one out of the park. Now if she could only find a woman for her son.


April placed her tray on the cafeteria table and sat down in a chair as she and Jared continued the conversation that they had started in the food line. "I don't think that you decided to specialize in gynecology for perverted reasons," she giggled.

He flushed as he sat down as well and nervously straightened his tie. "I just feel like I always have to explain that to women," he confessed bashfully.

"Well I'm also a doctor so you don't have to explain that to me," she smiled.

"I thought about surgery," he mentioned casually after he had taken a bite out of his sandwich.

April's eyes lit up in excitement. "Really? What changed your mind?"

"People told me that my hands are too dumpy," he chuckled.

"What?" She laughed loudly. "What does that even mean? Let me see your hands!" He laid his hands on the table and she inquisitively inspected them. "Your hands look fine to me. I have no idea what you're talking about."

He laughed as he gently grabbed one of her hands. "Yeah, but yours are all slender and perfect."

April blushed and realized that once again, he was flirting with her. What she didn't realize was that Jackson, who was sitting on the other side of cafeteria with Alex, was watching their interaction very closely.

"What the hell is with the hand touching?" Jackson asked himself more than Karev.

"Maybe they're praying together," his friend snickered.

Jackson glared at him before returning to his soup and sandwich. "I just don't understand what my mother is doing," he began to rant. "I mean, what is she thinking? Bringing a guy all the way from Boston for April? It's practically prostitution. My mother is a pimp."

Alex laughed as he observed the plastic surgeon's perturbed expression. "Dude, you are so jealous."

Jackson stared at him in disbelief. "That's what you picked up from that? I am not jealous," he denied.

"You so are," he laughed triumphantly. "You should see yourself. The way that you're staring holes through that dweeb. Just go over there and pee on her. That will be more effective."

Jackson ignored him and stated adamantly, "I'm not jealous. I just think that this whole thing is a tad ridiculous. April doesn't need any help with men."

Alex stopped stuffing his mouth with fries and had to stop himself from guffawing loudly. They were talking about the same April Kepner, right? "Do you hear yourself? If anyone needs help with men, it's her. No offense," he added after a beat.

"Whatever," Jackson muttered childishly.

He grabbed his tray and left the cafeteria before he decided to throw a full tantrum. He had no idea what was going on with him. He hadn't even felt this way about Lexie and Mark, and it's not like April was in love with this guy. She had just met him! Hell, he and April weren't even a real couple so he didn't even have any legitimate reason to feel this way.

She just kept messing with his head. She made him feel things that he had never felt before.

He found solace in the empty attendings' lounge but it wasn't long before Karev walked in, followed shortly by April.

The red-head walked towards the kitchen counter to grab a cup of coffee while the peds surgeon stood by the table in the middle of the room. He grabbed an apple out of the fruit bowl before a package on the table caught his attention. It was a white, rectangular box with a red ribbon. He grabbed the card and read who it was addressed to.

"Hey Kepner, there's a present here for you. It's from Avery's Mom."

Jackson curiously raised his head from his spot on the couch and April accepted the card from Alex.

She read the short note quietly to herself, "Use wisely and have fun." The message ended with one of those winking faces.

She pulled on the red ribbon and slowly lifted the top off of the box. Her face instantly flushed and she dropped the box cover like it was hot to the touch. "Oh my gosh," she stated in horror.

Alex rushed to her side out of pure nosiness and cackled at the box's contents. "Avery, your mother is awesome."

Jackson jumped to his feet but April grabbed the box and the discarded cover before he could see what his mother had given her. She held the box tightly to her chest and shyly peered up at him. "You really don't need to see what's in here."

He furrowed his brow in confusion and turned to Karev, but the other man was still too busy laughing.

"I have to go," April murmured before she fled the room.

"Care to share?" Jackson asked Karev in annoyance.

Alex paused to increase the suspense, and Avery's irritation. "Your Mom sent her lingerie. Red. Lacy. Hot." He frowned as he patted his friend on the back. "But I don't think it's meant for your eyes, my friend. It's for the guy from the gynie squad."

Jackson pursed his lips as he mulled over Karev's words. He was right, and Jackson didn't like it one bit.


After changing out of her scrubs, April tentatively approached the nurses' station where Jackson was standing. "Hey," she whispered.

He glanced up from his chart and offered her a tired smile. "Hey, are you heading home now?"

She nervously chewed on her bottom lip before she shook her head. "No, um, Jared is taking me out to dinner."

"Oh." He wasn't sure how good of a job he had done at disguising the disappointment in his voice, but he figured that it was passable.

"But you could come with us if you want," she replied quickly. "Or if you don't want me to go then—"

He interrupted her with a shake of his head. "No, it's fine." He realized that he had been repeatedly clicking the top of his pen, something that he only did when he was pissed off, so he slipped the pen into his breast pocket. "You can go out to dinner with whoever you want, right? I'm not your boyfriend," he added with a quiet laugh.

She hung her head and looked down at her shoes. She couldn't help but feel a tad hurt by his words. She would have taken it to heart if he hadn't been acting so strange all day. He was acting like…well...he was acting like he was jealous.

"Jackson, if you want to do something tonight then we can," she said as she offered him another opportunity to be honest with her. "I can tell him that I had plans I forgot about, or make up an emergency, or something."

He vehemently shook his head again. "No, go out with him. My Mom will be so happy," he stated with a fake smile.

She huffed, now she knew for sure that he was jealous. "Fine, okay, I will see you tomorrow."

She spun on her heel and walked away from him. He reached out his hand and thought about calling out for her but he bit his tongue. He closed his hand and hit himself on the forehead with his closed fist as he released a groan. He was such an idiot. It was just that every time he said something to April it felt like the wrong thing. He knew her better than anyone else yet he had no idea what to say to her.

His internal monologue was interrupted by his mother's voice. "What's wrong, baby?"

He composed himself before he turned around to face her. "Nothing, nothing's wrong. I'm just tired."

Catherine reached out and gently rubbed his forearm. "You look tired. You should go home and get some rest." There was a brief silence before she asked, "Are you still worried about April?"

Jackson rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth. "No, Mom." He didn't want to think about April with that gynecologist for another second. "I'm calling it a night. I will see you tomorrow." He kissed his mother on the cheek before he headed down the hall, passing Webber along the way.

"What's bothering him?" Richard asked Catherine as they watched Jackson's retreating figure.

Catherine frowned unsurely. "He's stressed about something, but I don't know what."

"I'm sure he'll be fine," Richard told her confidently.


Jackson went home and decided to have a few beers before turning in early. He was awoken just before eleven o'clock by the ringing of his doorbell. He dragged himself out of bed and didn't even bother to put on any clothes over his black boxer briefs.

He looked through his peephole and was surprised to see April on the other side of his door. Her hair was immaculately curled, she was wearing dark makeup, and her hands were stuffed into the pockets of her trench coat. She looked good, but then again, she always looked good.

He unlocked his front door and opened it. He told himself that he was only opening the door because she looked so damn good, but deep down he knew that it was more than that.

"What? Was your date with the gynecologist a bust?" He questioned grumpily.

She tilted her head to the side and looked at him in annoyance. He was acting like a child. "Just let me in."

He rolled his eyes, but did as she requested. He pulled the door open wider and stepped aside so that she could enter his apartment, and then he promptly closed the door behind her.

"If you didn't want me to go out with him then that's all you had to say," she began.

All throughout her lovely dinner with Jared, Jackson had been the only thing that she could think about. Jackson…with his eyes and his body, and his ability to talk her down, and the weird jealousy vibes that she had been picking up on all day…

Jackson just shrugged. "It wasn't my place."

"We're sleeping together, so I think it's kind of your place," she argued.

He scratched his bare chest and yawned. "Why are you really here, April?" He asked tiredly. He knew her well enough to know when she was beating around the bush.

She huffed in annoyance. "I just want you to admit that you were jealous."

He scoffed and placed his hands on his hips. "I was not jealous."

"Yes, you were." She was willing to fight him on this until she was blue in the face. She knew that she was right. "Just admit it!"

He started to laugh but his breath caught in his throat when she untied the belt of her trench coat and tossed the garment aside. All that she was wearing was lacy, red lingerie. Lingerie and heels. The skimpy nightgown looked unbelievable against her pale skin, and his hands itched to tangle in her auburn hair falling down over her shoulders, and her outfit left very little to the imagination. It had to be the lingerie that his mother had sent her.

He swore under his breath before he advanced towards her and caught her around the waist. He crushed his mouth to hers and she draped her arms over his shoulders. He gripped her waist, feeling the lacy material beneath his fingertips, while his other hand slipped down to cup her behind.

He pulled away from her mouth and growled when he discovered what was beneath her nightgown. "You're not wearing any panties."

"Nope," she replied breathlessly. She clutched his back as she dropped kisses down his neck. "Admit it," she sing-songed.

"Fine," he groaned as his grip on her tightened even further. "I was jealous. That guy was just so…ugh…and my mother is so freakin' crazy…"

He stopped talking before something much more serious slipped out, like the fact that he didn't want anyone else to have her.

April giggled at his answer. She kissed him on the lips again and his hands roved over her body. His reaction to her, and her outfit, was proof enough. She pulled away from him and grabbed his hand. "Show me your bedroom," she whispered seductively.

Jackson grinned excitedly. "I can show you every room and every surface of this apartment if you want me to."

She giggled and he stared at her butt and the sway of her hips as she led him down the hall. He was a very big fan of her outfit and it was one of the few things that his mother had done recently that he wasn't upset about.

In fact, he probably owed her a pretty big thank you.


A/N: This was just a little bit of fun to get us through the hiatus. Please leave a review! :)