"𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝙮𝙤𝙪."
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In which the merge of Mercy West and Seattle Grace turned out to be okay after all.
(jackson avery x oc)
(season 6- ?)...
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Valentines day. The worst holiday in the world. I shouldn't even be a holiday.
Jackson knows my history with Valentines day. He is convinced he can make me love it again. It's kinda hard to love the day you were assaulted on but it makes him happy to try. I have him so I'm happy. I'm the happiest I've been in a long time.
I want to make new memories on this day so I can forget the bad ones, but I'm not sure if it's possible. This day is just a constant reminder of me at my lowest. I wish it wasn't.
Him and I laid in bed at Meredith's house still. Lexie still lives here. I think I'll miss her the most when we move out. And Zola of course. I will not miss a crying baby waking me up, though.
We hear pitter-pattering around the house at early hours. It wakes us up.
I woke up to my head on Jackson's bare chest. His arm is around me. I looked up to see he's already awake.
"I am not gonna miss this." Jackson muttered. We haven't decided on a place yet. I kinda let him have free reigns when it came to looking. It doesn't take a lot to please me. I told him I don't care as long as it is relatively close to the hospital so we can be there as quick as we can if needed. Hell, I've lived with Mer since I was an intern.
"Any luck on finding a place?" I asked.
He sighed. "Nope. But I'm still looking."
He volunteered to just pay the rent, because hospital job aside, the Avery's are all rich. Though, that makes me feel weird that only he would be paying so I insisted we split it. I am, by no means, poor. I get a good paycheck at the end of the week. I can afford a nice place, if that's what he's looking for.
"After work today, you and I have plans, okay? No moping around saying you hate the day." Jackson spoke and looked at me.
I looked up at him. "But I do hate the day."
"You have every right to hate the day, but you also didn't have someone who treated you how you should be treated on this day." He replied. He's not wrong. I know my self-worth now. I didn't, but I do now. "I am going to change that for you tonight. No more bad valentine's day memories."
"Well, last one wasn't too bad. We bonded over dissecting a leg." I replied.
He chuckled. "Well, this one is going to be even better than that. I promise."
"Should I dress a certain way?" I asked.
"Dress however you want to dress." He said and pondered for a moment. "Actually, dress in sweatpants or pajamas."
I looked at him carefully. "Pajamas?" I questioned.
"Yes."
I don't know what the hell he has planned, but I am trusting him.
