Hey, folks! So this is just a little two-shot I decided to write based on a gifset I posted on tumblr. Anybody who has watched Everwood will be familiar with the Bright/Hannah story, but for those who haven't Hannah was played by Sarah Drew, who you know plays April on Grey's. I thought a crossover between the two shows would be fun since Hannah is almost like a teenage version of April. In this case, Japril is canon through 10x19 and Brannah's love story is also canon from Everwood. However, there is no Hannah in this story - just April ;)

This story does contain some Everwood spoilers (if you're currently watching it or plan on it). I'm also addressing some of the issues Japril is facing pre-10x20 fight. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own Grey's or Everwood. This is all in good fun!

April Kepner stood by the nurses' station skimming through her tablet while she waited for her resident to arrive. Today, she was determined to teach Jo Wilson how to run the ER and possibly sway her into becoming her trauma protégé. She had been itching to mentor somebody and she believed the second year resident was a good fit for trauma surgery.

Jo had her share of hanging around Alex Karev in peds and started finding her niche in ortho with Callie Torres. However, April was determined to prove how fascinating trauma surgery could be. All of the critical patients came through the ER. Trauma surgeons needed to be fast on their feet and analyze the situation quickly. They were typically the first hands on deck when paramedics came in to deliver a new patient. Multiple surgeries in one day sometimes happened. Plus, just about anything could come through those sliding doors. The unexpected made trauma surgery intriguing.

She had nothing against peds and ortho after experiencing both as a resident, but April wanted to teach somebody who was willing to listen and learn. And she saw that type of potential in Jo.

Five minutes later, Jo appeared and smiled at the redhead after she arrived. "Good morning, Dr. Kepner." She scanned the pit to find it almost empty. Only three of the twelve beds were occupied. "Slow day?"

"Don't feel discouraged just yet. It's still early in the day. Traumas can come rushing in any minute now," April chirped, holding her tablet against her chest. She slightly bounced back and forth on her heels as she quietly stood in front of Jo. She checked her watch a minute later. "Yup, any minute now."

Her resident simply stood in place with her hands inside of her lab coat pockets. Jo slowly nodded, forcing herself to smile. "You know, Dr. Karev has his hands full with some patients upstairs in peds. If you don't mind, I thought I could take care of some of his post-ops."

"No, no. You're on my service today and you're staying here," April insisted, politely waving her hand. She softly gasped and grinned. "Ah! I know what I can do with you. Until something major comes through those doors, I will teach you how to run this entire ER on your own. I taught Edwards last year during her first real shift in the pit and she nailed it like a pro. I'm confident you can do the same. That's exciting, right?"

Jo awkwardly grinned as she pumped her fist. "Yeah…"

The trauma surgeon suddenly frowned. "Alright, no fake enthusiasm when you're on my service. You're either into trauma or you're not."

"I'm sorry, Dr. Kepner. I thought that you were…" She paused, stopping herself from putting her foot in her mouth. April was the perkiest doctor in the hospital. No fake enthusiasm on her part. "I'm eager to learn from you, I promise."

A nurse sitting behind the counter called out April's name. "Dr. Kepner, incoming trauma about five minutes away."

"Thank you," she answered, smugly smiling at Jo. April led her towards the room where they stored trauma gowns. "Let's go pick up our trauma!"

"Woo!" the second year resident cheered from behind. She received a brief glance from April and she sheepishly grinned. "I'm genuinely enthusiastic, I swear!"

Both women removed their lab coats and wore yellow trauma gowns over their scrubs. They waited outside of the ER for the ambulance to arrive. The sirens grew louder and louder until the red truck appeared in front of them. Paramedic Nicole hopped out from the back as April and Jo helped her carry out the gurney.

"Harold Abbott, age 35. Attacked by a bear while camping. He's got three deep lacerations along his left cheek, some smaller cuts on his arms and abdomen. BP is 90 over 50 and he's tachycardic. We picked him up in downtown after his friend's car broke down. Patient was unconscious when we arrived at the scene, but he was also apparently stupidly drunk, which explains why he got so close to the bear in the first place," Nicole reported, rolling her eyes afterwards.

"Thanks, Nicole," April acknowledged. The short haired woman scoffed before walking away. "You'd think many months later, she would be over the wedding debacle. At least she didn't insist that I should've been mauled by that bear. I think we're making progress. Very slowly, but it's progress."

Jo smirked before she glanced over the man's injuries. Half of his face was covered with gauze, though blood had stained most of it. His other wounds were also wrapped in gauze. Blood was all over his face and blonde hair. "Geez, what was he trying to do? Wrestle with the bear? I mean, if he was drunk, it would make sense."

"Let's get him into a trauma room ASAP," the trauma surgeon ordered. She and Jo pushed the gurney through the entrance of the ER. April signaled to a nurse as they walked past the nurses' station. "Page Dr. Avery to trauma room one, please."

They set the gurney in the middle of the trauma room and a couple of nurses quickly prepped their patient by attaching an IV to him and connecting him to various monitors. April and Jo both slipped on a new pair of gloves before tending to the injured man.

"Wilson, check the wounds on his face, while I examine him for other possible abdominal injuries," April instructed.

Jo stood beside the man's head and carefully peeled off the blood drenched material on his cheek. Her mouth dropped open as parts of his skin came off with it. "Oh, God!" she shrieked as blood dripped out from his wounds. "Uhh, I need some gauze over here! A lot, please."

"What should we start treating him for, Dr. Wilson?" she questioned.

"Considering the circumstance, we should give this man an anti-rabies and tetanus vaccination to be on the safe side," the brunette calmly answered. "And when his vitals are stable send him upstairs to Radiology for a CT scan for any possible internal brain bleeds."

"Good. Let's get those vaccinations into his system stat," April ordered to a nurse. "Wilson, keep pressure on his wound until Dr. Avery arrives."

Suddenly, the door burst open and a man wearing a red flannel shirt and jeans walked inside. "Hey, is my friend gonna be alright?" he worriedly asked. "I told that idiot not to approach that damn bear!"

April looked back over her shoulder. "Sir, I need you to stay back and tell us exactly what happened."

"Uhh, well we were out camping about forty five minutes outside of Seattle. My buddy, he downed a six-pack of beer and got a bit crazy. This huge bear showed up at our campsite and he challenged it to a wrestling match," the man explained, removing his hat and nervously twisting it around in his hands. "He taunted it until it jumped on him. I managed to scare it off and I drove him back to town, but my car broke down in the middle of the road, so I called for an ambulance. Is he dead?"

"No, he's just unconscious," she answered while she examined one of her patient's cuts. "He should probably be grateful since he'll most likely be in excruciating pain when he wakes up. Anyway, we've got this under control, so please step out and sit in the waiting room. We'll update you when we can."

Jo snickered after their patient's friend left. "Huh, I was right. Only a drunken idiot wrestles with a bear."

April sighed, shaking her head as she cleaned a wound. "I don't understand people sometimes. He's lucky he's still alive." The door opened again, but this time it was her husband, Jackson Avery. "Hey, we got a good one for ya. Bear attack victim. Did a number on his face."

After Jackson wore a gown and a pair of gloves, he joined Jo and examined the deep wounds. He let out a low whistle, furrowing his brow. "This guy is definitely gonna need skin grafts. Half of his face is practically falling apart. There's substantial tissue damage, but nothing I can't fix." He pulled a stool with his foot and sat down. "I'll start cleaning this up and try to control the bleeding."

She waved over at Jo and nodded her head towards the portable ultrasound. "Wilson, why don't you go ahead and check for any possible internal injuries? I'll take care of the wounds on his forearm."

As her resident did as she was told, April used her foot to direct another stool beside Jackson's. She softly smiled at her husband, who was already diligently treating the exposed flesh on their patient's cheek. "How was your sandwich?" she happily asked.

"Nothing special. I mean, I've had the burger before and it still tastes the same – dry," he murmured.

She turned her head away from the cut she was cleaning, staring at her husband appalled. "I was referring to the roast beef and Swiss cheese sandwich I made you for lunch. Did you not see the brown paper bag in the fridge this morning?"

"I was in a hurry. I must have missed it."

"I reminded you at least five times to get your lunch from the refrigerator before I left early for work," April scolded him. She shook her head disappointedly. It hadn't been the first time he ignored her reminders. Jackson had the tendency to be a forgetful person, but it felt like she had to nag him constantly to make her point. "How can you pass up deli sliced roast beef?"

He laughed to himself. "Calm down. So I forgot to get my lunch from the refrigerator. There's always tomorrow."

"Except it may not taste as delicious tomorrow," the redhead muttered.

"I'll eat it for dinner if that'll make you happy," Jackson nonchalantly replied.

"That's not the point."

April had grown frustrated with how often she and Jackson weren't on the same page. She constantly thought one way and he thought the opposite. Rarely did they meet halfway on a topic that had nothing to do with sex. Even a simple, good deed didn't seem to register the way she wanted it to in her husband's head.

"Dr. Wilson, let's say your wife made you a sandwich for lunch, so you wouldn't have to spend your money on a less than average and dry burger from the cafeteria," she started, drawing a side eye from the plastics fellow. "Your wife just wanted to show you that she appreciates you by making a delicious sandwich using roast beef sliced delicately from his favorite deli. Would you eat a free sandwich your wife made or pay for a burger from the cafeteria?"

Jo glanced back and forth between the married couple from the opposite side of the gurney. It wasn't the first time she had been used as the deciding vote between April and Jackson. She preferred not to be pulled into another one of their disagreements because truthfully, it wasn't any of her business. However, the icy stare she received from the trauma surgeon was rather intimidating.

"Well, speaking hypothetically, I would eat my wife's sandwich. The little things matter too," she reluctantly answered with a half-smile. The annoyed expression on Jackson's face forced her to change the subject. "Everything looks normal in the ultrasound, Dr. Kepner."

The tension inside of the trauma room changed when their patient woke up mumbling incomprehensible words. His eyes fluttered open as April shot up from her seat and rushed around the gurney, stopping beside the uninjured side of his head. "Sir, try not to move. You're at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital. You were attacked by a bear and you've sustained multiple lacerations to your face and body."

The man groaned when April shined a small flashlight into his eyes. "Did I win?" he mumbled. "Did I kick that bear's ass?"

"That's the last thing you should be worried about," Jackson responded with a smirk. He watched the man wince after he barely touched one of his open wounds, then he looked at a nearby nurse. "I'm going to need anesthesia for his face."

"You're lucky you aren't more injured than you could have been," April noted. She smiled down at the man. "Dr. Avery is a fantastic plastic surgeon. He will make sure your face heals with minimal scarring. And I'm Dr. Kepner. You're going to be fine."

"Hey, wait a second. I know that voice," the man opened his eyes wider to get a better look of the redhead. "April Kepner? Is that you?"

She furrowed her brow in confusion. "Who are you?"

"C'mon, you don't recognize my voice? Remember when I taught you how to marry the ketchups?"

April almost wanted to kick herself for not connecting the dots sooner when she heard his name. Then again, there were probably hundreds of Harold Abbott's in the country and she was more concerned about his health than his name. "Bright?"

He grinned, which immediately turned into a grimace due to the pain on the left side of his face. "Long time no see, huh? You look amazing. Last time I saw you was before you left for med school. So you did it. You're a surgeon now."

She shyly smiled, gently biting down on her bottom lip. "Yup, I'm a trauma surgeon. Bright Abbott, how could you let this happen to you? Your mother will have a heart attack when she finds out. And your father? Don't get me started on what he'll say-"

"Bright? I thought his name was Harold," Jo chimed in.

"Harold Brighton Abbott. Everybody calls me Bright," he enthusiastically introduced himself, saluting the resident with his right hand.

"So, how do you two know each other?"

April softly laughed. "Such a small world really. Bright was my boyfriend in high school. Well, my only boyfriend in high school," she admitted, looking down at the only guy who ever truly accepted all of her while growing up in Moline. "What are you doing here in Seattle?"

"Ya know, just passing through with a buddy of mine. We decided to do this road trip thing, try to visit every state we've never been to, but uhh… we have to cheat a bit to get to Hawaii," Bright explained. "Your dad told me you lived here a while back, so I was gonna hit you up and see what you were up to. I guess I don't have to do that now. I dig the red hair. You got really, really hot. Hotter than when I already thought you were hot."

Jackson cleared his throat, pursing his lips as he stared at Bright's wounds. "How about you tell us if you're experiencing any pain elsewhere on your body, so we can cancel out other possible injuries?"

"Hmm… it does hurt to breathe a little. I've got this sharp pain on the right side of my chest."

April placed her hand against Bright's chest. "Does it hurt when you inhale or exhale?"

He slowly breathed in and out, then he softly groaned. "Inhaling."

"I'll order some chest x-rays to check for possible rib fractures. How's your head? Your pupils appeared to be equally responsive to my flashlight, but we're going to give you a CT scan later to rule out any internal injuries."

"Throbbing like crazy, but I'm good. I swear, I feel just fine. You know me. I'm built to endure just about anything," Bright gloated, then he winced when Jackson poked his cheek with the anesthesia injection. "Oww!"

"Sorry about that. I should've warned you that this shot would sting a bit, but the left side of your face should become numb in a matter of seconds," Jackson half-heartedly answered, fighting back his smile.

The pretty boy had heard about Bright Abbott once before. He had randomly asked April about her lone boyfriend in high school out of curiosity, but her description of him hardly matched what he envisioned the other man to be like. In fact, he struggled to picture his wife and her ex-boyfriend together as a couple because they seemed too different for each other. Perhaps even more different than he and April, despite their own set of differences.

April pressed her forehead against the counter, while Jackson folded laundry across from her. He had taken the time to take care of her laundry after she hadn't been able to do so herself. She was relieved to have clean underwear, but it took her husband having his way in the process for it to happen. And she had just learned that he spent $25,000 to pay for a private jet to deliver an artificial heart for Cristina Yang. She was fully aware that he came from a wealthy family, but she wasn't used to the idea of a person handing out money like it was candy.

Growing up on the farm, she worked hard for everything. The Kepners weren't poor, but they certainly weren't at the same level as the Averys. Her father gave his four daughters an allowance after they completed their chores for the weekend. Unfinished chores meant no allowance for the week. And it wasn't like she could spend her allowance on whatever she wanted. Instead, she saved it to help pay for a used car she bought in high school.

Being married to a man who hardly worried about expenses was very different from her own upbringing, sometimes overwhelming. And sharing her life with somebody who seemed to only prefer living by his way was frustrating, but she wanted them to work because they loved each other. Married life wasn't supposed to be easy, she reminded herself.

"I thought my high school years were hectic," she groaned. "But as a surgeon working long hours every week with little time to do anything outside of cutting, it makes my teenage years look like a cakewalk."

"Tell me about the guy you dated in high school," Jackson casually inquired.

April lifted her head from the counter with a puzzled expression on her face. "Bright?" She watched him quietly nod as he continued to fold laundry. "Why are you asking me about him now?"

He quickly shrugged. "Well, you mentioned high school and I remembered you told me during our drive to Tahoe that you had one boyfriend all through high school and his name was Bright Abbott. So, talk about him. Let's talk about something that has nothing to do with money or dirty underwear or leftovers."

"Okay," she timidly replied. "Where should I start?"

"Wherever you want. The basics. Describe him."

"Bright was my friend's older brother. He's a few years older than us and umm… his father's a doctor," the redhead recalled, lightly tapping her fingers against the counter. "Before we started dating, I was crushing on him and he taught me how to marry two different ketchups into one bottle. It was awkward, yet cute. He even delivered me a small basket of little ketchup children. Bright was funny and sweet. He wasn't the smartest in the bunch, but he was smart when he wanted to be. I mean, he broke his arm trying to karate chop a piece of wood."

Jackson chuckled. "Sounds like a total dork."

"He was adventurous. Oh, and he drove a truck. Umm… what else? He was basically a human garbage disposal," she continued, ignoring his comment. "And Bright somewhat helped me open up a little more. He's the first guy I let see me naked. We dated for almost a year and then broke up, but we remained friends until I left for medical school. We kind of lost touch after that."

"He saw you naked?" he asked, raising his eyebrow. His wife playfully swiped at him and laughed. "No, seriously. There wasn't any actual sex, though? I mean, since you said you were a virgin when we had sex."

April rolled her eyes. "No sex. We just took a shower together. I'd go into detail on how that happened, but I'm sure you don't want to listen to me gushing over my ex-boyfriend."

"Nah. Not really," the plastic surgeon replied, then he paused and looked at her. "How much touching was there?"

"Jackson!" she yelped, shaking her head in embarrassment. "It was an innocent shower, honest. Does it upset you that you weren't the first man to see me naked?"

"Of course not. I'm the one who ended up marrying you," Jackson scoffed and smiled at her. "Besides, I get to see you naked all the time. This Bright guy only saw you naked like once. Doesn't bother me at all."

She slowly nodded as she looked away from her husband. "Alright then. I believe you."

After he finished folding the last article of clothing in the basket, Jackson rested his palms on top of the counter and stared at April with a serious expression on his face. "Did you love him?"

April felt slightly taken aback by his interrogation. She couldn't understand why her history with an ex-boyfriend she hadn't seen in about ten years was important to him. "Yes, but why does that matter now?" she suspiciously responded. "I haven't seen Bright since I finished my undergrad studies. He could be married with kids to someone else for all I know and I'd be happy for him. I'm sure he would feel the same way about me, but I'm not in love with him anymore. I only love you, Jackson."

"Listen, I'm not trying to sound like a jealous and possessive husband," he insisted, raising his hands in front of his chest. "I've never known much about your dating history except for Matthew. And if you want to know about any past ex-girlfriends, feel free to ask me anything."

The trauma surgeon grimaced. "Actually, I'd rather not. I feel better not having to compare myself to your possibly long list of ex-girlfriends."

"So what do you want to know about me?"

"Anything except for your old girlfriends. Like, how come you never told me you attended boarding school? Or what happened to your father-"

"You know what I just remembered? I've gotta organize my notes for this week's board meeting, so let me deal with that and then we can figure out what to eat for dinner," he interrupted, leaving her alone in the kitchen.

April frowned as she stood up to gather her clean clothes. What was so wrong about wanting to get to know her husband on a personal level? Even when they lived together at Meredith Grey's house Jackson had closed off that part of himself. While she knew his tendencies and random quirks, his personal life remained mostly mysterious and hidden in a closet in his head that even she couldn't break open. She hadn't realized how little she knew about him until they became a married couple.

If she knew more about him, maybe she would be able to understand him better, she thought.

April had left the trauma room to update Bright's friend on his status, leaving Jackson behind to interact with her ex-boyfriend. He wanted to wait until she wasn't in the room with him to avoid possibly offending her with his questions because meeting him in person was much different than how he pictured the other man in his head.

"So you're the Bright," Jackson murmured while he cleaned his patient's wound. "Not exactly who I imagined you to be."

"Why do you say that?" Bright asked curiously.

The plastic surgeon snickered to himself. "No offense, bro, but I never thought April would date a guy who was dumb enough to get mauled by a bear or break his arm trying to cut a piece of wood in half," he admitted.

Jo furrowed her brow at Jackson after overhearing his comments. "Well, she did marry the man who destroyed her original wedding and dumped his ex in front of everyone," she bluntly stated. Her anger towards him for humiliating Stephanie Edwards had faded, but she wasn't going to let him judge a person he just met and get away with it.

Bright noticed Jackson shift uncomfortably and he softly chuckled. "You and April are married?"

"Yes, Dr. Kepner is my wife," he confirmed.

"What's your name again, man?"

"Jackson Avery."

"Okay, so how long have you two been married?"

Jo smirked at the two men. "That's a very good question. In fact, how long were you and Dr. Kepner engaged, Dr. Avery?" she mischievously added. "Not very long, right?"

Jackson scowled at the second year resident before returning his attention to Bright. "Uhh, it was short. I'd say… about fourteen hours," he muttered. "We eloped a few months ago."

"Wow, I never knew she had it in her," Bright said, appearing surprised. "Huh, so she was about to marry some other dude and you showed up like a boss and broke it up? Ballsy. Her parents must have been pissed."

"Yeah, well… she's working on patching things up with them – I think," Jackson reluctantly said. The truth was he had no idea how April's relationship with her parents was since the wedding. He hadn't heard her talk about them nor did he ever ask. Facing the wrath of Mama Avery had been stressful enough for him. "I'm not trying to disrespect you, but I'm surprised April dated a guy like you."

"A guy like me? What do you mean by that?"

"You look like someone who was in the popular crowd. Am I right?" Jackson watched Bright slightly nod, then he shrugged his shoulders. "I know April wasn't that girl in high school. I'm not saying she wasn't attractive in high school. I've seen a picture of her as a teenager and she was cute… in that bookworm kind of way."

Bright glared back at him. "Hey, April was a cool girl back then. You think she couldn't attract a guy like me because she was a nerd? She was really smart and knew all these things that I could never retain in this huge noggin," he defensively replied. "I thought she was hot. Okay, she wasn't a world class model or anything, but she was hot. And like I said, she's even hotter now. I feel like I can say these things about your wife because as my doctor, you can't kick my ass for saying she's hot."

"I partially own this hospital, man. I can still kick your ass if I wanted to," the pretty boy smugly answered.

Jo sighed in annoyance. "Pardon my language, but your wife is a hot piece of ass, Dr. Avery. Instead of being concerned about how she looked in high school, just appreciate how lucky you are to be married to a woman who flat out ruined another man's life for you."

Before Jackson could retaliate, April returned to the trauma room and stood beside Jo. "Well, your friend isn't panicking as much. How's the bleeding in his face? We should send him upstairs for the CT scan and x-ray soon. You know how slow they can be in Radiology," she pointed out.

"I've been able to control the bleeding for now, so you can take him," her husband replied, covering Bright's cheek with new gauze. "We can discuss surgical options for your cheek after you're settled into a hospital bed."

"Alright, Wilson. Let's go ahead and bring him upstairs," the redhead ordered, helping Jo push the gurney out of the trauma room. They brought their patient to the nearest elevator and waited for it to arrive. "How's your face? Numb?"

Bright pointed at his left cheek. "It's so numb that I can probably punch my face and it won't hurt. Let me try."

April grabbed her ex-boyfriend's fist before he could attempt to punch himself. "Yeah, that's not a bright idea – no pun intended," she stated, forcing a laugh. "You punch yourself and blood will be pouring out from your face and we really don't want you damaging your cheek more than it already is."

"Oh, and I heard the news. Congratulations. That Dr. Avery must make you really happy if you blew off another guy for him," he noted.

She nervously chewed on her bottom lip as she noticed the amused stare from Jo. "Umm, thank you. It's a long story that I'm sure you don't care about, but I'm happy. He's my best friend and I'm very fortunate to call him my husband."

Watching his wife converse with Bright from outside of his hospital room, Jackson leaned against the counter of the nurses' station trying to appear relaxed, but he couldn't keep his eyes off of April. Her high-pitched laugh could be heard from where he stood. Whatever they were discussing made her smile and she seemed comfortable chatting with him, like they were picking up from where they had left off.

"Dude, I heard your patient is also April's ex-boyfriend," Alex Karev said in amusement. Jackson spun around to face his coworker, while the peds surgeon peeked inside of Bright's room from afar. "I'm not sure what's more surprising – the fact that he's not a dork like Kepner or you're jealous over some idiot who was mauled by a bear."

"I'm not jealous of that guy," Jackson insisted, folding his arms in front of his chest.

"Oh, yeah? Then why are you spying on them like he's gonna pull a fast one and steal her away from you?" he teasingly questioned. "You got jealousy written all over your face. Jo told me what happened earlier."

The plastic surgeon sighed in frustration. "I'm not jealous of him, Karev." He glanced back at the twosome and mumbled, "He saw her naked when they were dating."

"And he didn't go blind?" Alex chuckled after Jackson hit his abdomen with his forearm. He rubbed his belly and continued to watch April and Bright talk. "Seriously, Avery. You two are freaking married. There's nothing to worry about unless the sex is bad. Then, maybe you should worry."

April started walking out of Bright's room causing Jackson to lightly shove Alex away from him. "Get out of here," he ordered, then he approached his wife. "Let's go for a walk."

She softly laughed when he grasped her hand and quickly led her down the hallway. "What's the rush?"

He opened the door to an empty on-call room, ushering her inside before closing the door behind him. She barely got another word out when he pinned her against the wall and kissed her.

"Jackson," April giggled as her husband planted kisses against her neck. She placed her hands on his shoulders, slightly pushing him away. "What's gotten into you? I don't object to what you're doing, but I thought you were going to talk to Bright after I visited with him."

"I know, but… you just look so hot in those scrubs right now," he huskily stated, firmly kissing her lips again. Jackson slipped out of his lab coat and peeled April's off of her shoulders. He picked her up and carried her to the nearby bed, setting her down onto her back. "And I'm sorry about forgetting to eat your sandwich."

"Oh, I'm over that. It's alright," she claimed, forcefully flipping them over so she was straddling his lap. April untucked Jackson's scrub top and slid her hands underneath it. She gently rubbed his chiseled abdomen and sighed. "I understand it's weird meeting my ex-boyfriend under the most random circumstance. I haven't seen him in so long that it's weird for me too."

He rested his hands against her waist, licking his lips. She was slightly rocking her hips back and forth. Her movements against his groin made him a little uneasy. "Bright doesn't bother me. All that bothers me at the moment is deciding what type of skin graft to use on him during the facial repair. Do I take skin from his thigh or his ass?"

April tugged on the strings of Jackson's scrub pants and loosened them. "Well, if you want my opinion…" She leaned forward, stopping just before their lips could touch. "You're jealous over nothing. Admit it."

Jackson's mouth partially dropped open after his wife climbed off of him, picked up her lab coat and ditched him in the on-call room. He stared at the door long after it had closed. April was the biggest tease when she wanted to be and he felt like a fool. His plan to use sex to boost his ego had failed.

There was some jealousy involved, but admitting it was close enough to calling himself an idiot in his mind. And to make matters worse, not only could April read his jealousy but so could his coworkers. Even Bright Abbott himself could see it.

Yet still, he refused to admit it.

Let me know what you think please :) I'll try to post the second part soon. Those waiting for a SITS update, I'll try to post something this weekend!