"You're not gonna, like, fuck up my hair as payback, are you?" Lexie asks her, sounding nervous, and Briar just sighs.

"Babe, think about that for a sec. No. If I wanted payback, I'd be much less obvious about it. But I don't: we're adults, we're going to talk out our feelings. Now strip and get in the shower." Briar orders her, moving around the bathroom to get everything ready for after she's out of the shower.

"I showered this morning." Lexie whines, making Briar laugh.

"Congrats, babe, you're doing it again. We need your hair conditioned because we're going to be drying it out. Do you want it to be super damaged so I have to cut it all? No. Good." Briar whips the hand towel in her hands at her friend, making her yelp and jump into the shower, throwing her bra over the top a moment later. Briar ducks out of its path, stifling a laugh as it lands right in the toilet. Oh, Lexie's gonna love that.

"I'm sorry!" She hears come from the shower, and just shakes her head in amusement.

"I know, honey. Me too. But we'll talk in a minute, just shampoo and condition your damn hair!" She tells her with a laugh, leaving the room to grab her iPod and portable speaker. She starts blasting Prince, grinning at the singing coming from the shower. Lexie honestly has a nice voice.

"Drink champagne from a glass with chocolate handles," Briar sings along with one of her favorite songs "3121." She spins around, using a brush as a microphone, and grabs a towel for Lexie when the water shuts off. "Don't you wanna come? 3121! Gonna be so much fun! 3121!"

"You can come if you want to, but you can never leave!" Briar and Lexie sing together. Briar smiles, that line is her absolute favorite.

"It's kinda like this place." Briar tells Lexie with a snort, thinking of how her stay was supposed to be short term during her intern year.

"Oh, my God, it is." Lexie agrees with a loud laugh, starting to dry her hair before Briar shakes her head and shoves her onto the covered toilet seat. Although, not before telling her to lift it up and laughing when Lexie shrieks at the sight of her ruined bra.

"That was my favorite one." Lexie admits with a pout, sitting still so that Briar can brush through her hair from the bottom to the top. Briar turns the music almost all the way down, still wanting it as background sound.

"Work on your aim, Lex." Briar tells her with a shrug, before tilting her head. "You wear your favorite bra to the hospital? That's just asking for it to get destroyed."

Lexie turns bright red, attracting Briar's attention, who watches with interest as Lexie starts stumbling through an explanation. "It's just, uh, well, I've been having sex with Alex."

"Well, duh." Briar says, a little disappointed that there isn't something else going on. "Everyone knows that. But really, you wore your favorite bra for him?" She tuts at her, grinning to herself when she makes Lexie blush even harder. She is so easy to get worked up.

"Shut up." She mumbles. Briar puts her hands up in defense even though she kind of wants to keep poking the bear.

"Alright, alright, enough Alex talk. Although, actually: please tell me you don't have feelings for him, because he's just using you to get his dick wet."

"Okay, ew, but I know that. I. . . I still like Mark." She admits. Briar nods, not surprised by that. She'd be more surprised if Lexie moved on from Mark so quickly, what with how much Lexie likes him. "I'm sorry, by the way. Like, really, really sorry. I shouldn't have said any of that today–or, or any of the stuff I said yesterday, and the stuff I've been saying in my head about you, which, like, you don't know but I feel the need to tell y–!"

"Lex!" Briar shouts, bringing a stop to her rambling. Before she can say anything else, Derek comes rushing into the room, making Briar jump.

"I heard yelling, w'as happenin'?" He slurs out, rubbing his eyes, and groaning into his hands. "If you two are gonna fight, can you re–reschedule it because–oh. Oh, you're not fighting?"

Briar and Lexie both laugh at the way he blinks at them, looking confused about it for a long second before he sighs loudly and looks to the ceiling.

"Girls." He grumbles, followed by, "No. Sisters."

"Love you!" They both yell after him as he shakes his head and takes off back to his room, bursting into giggles at his annoyed "love you too."

"It's so obvious that he grew up with four sisters." Briar points out, smiling as she thinks of all the day to day things Derek does for them. When he goes to the store, he automatically checks to see if menstrual products are on sale, keeping them stocked up on tampons and pads. He knows the difference in sizing for them, and what brand each of them prefer. He buys Midol with Ibuprofen and Tylenol without complaining. He puts the toilet seat back down after he uses the bathroom.

Little things, but things that show his respect for them as women. Briar loves him, kind of a lot.

"Hmm, Alex too." Lexie says, making Briar nod. Alex is also really good about it. Honestly, George was the only male roommate they had that ever got weird about them being girls around him. Alex doesn't ask questions when they put feminine products on the grocery list, but George had refused to buy them. It's still funny to think about him freaking out when Meredith, Izzie, and Briar had all been on their periods at the same time.

"Alright, back to Mark. Talk. I won't interrupt you, just let it all out."

Briar knows more than anything that sometimes all people need is to feel heard. So she lets Lexie rant about everything, talking herself into circles, while she blow dries her hair and brushes through it again. She hums and nods her head and encourages Lexie to say everything she needs to as she covers her in their bleached towel–the one Briar keeps for when she's doing someone's hair–and starts mixing together the bleach with the volume developer.

"It's just–I told him I wasn't sure about moving in together yet, because I'm still a resident, and then as soon as I do he lets his teenage daughter move in with him! Without asking me! And I'm not, like heartless, I understand why he did that, and–and it's great, so great, that he's kind enough to. But he never asked me about it, not once, and then he expected me to ask her when she was moving out–except when I did, suddenly I'm the bad guy? And–and he just offered for her to stay with the baby, and that the two of them would figure out parenting, like I wasn't part of the picture at all."

Briar smiles sympathetically at her, understanding why it would all be too much for her. She's focused on her career and she isn't ready for kids. That's okay. She nods along as she starts sectioning Lexie's hair into four parts, starting to apply the mixture to the back sections.

"Honey, I know you move around when you talk, but you gotta hold still." Briar tells her gently. "I'm really not trying to burn your scalp."

"Sorry." Lexie mumbles, before going back to talking. "And then when he decided to adopt the baby for Sloan, he didn't say anything to me. And I know that we're not together anymore, but I tried asking him about how she's doing. Because I care about her even if I don't want to be her step-mom, and I care about him! But he wouldn't even talk to me, or look at me. Well, aside from when he flirted with me without knowing it was me. I didn't hear anything about it until he was asking you to raise a child with him."

"I'm sorry you found out like that," Briar says genuinely. "He shouldn't have ignored you, or slut-shamed you. You're allowed to sleep with other people, you two are broken up. He slept with Addison, so he really has no high ground here."

"Thank you!" Lexie shouts, throwing her hands in the air, before sighing. "I'm not mad at you for agreeing to raise the baby, not anymore. I know you weren't trying to hurt me, but–I don't know, when you looked at me after he asked, I thought you were going to say no."

"I planned to." Briar admits, before asking her to start handing her foil so she can move onto the top section. "I really was going to say no. But then my mouth opened and I said yes, and it was like I was outside of my body watching my life change."

"Huh." Lexie says, seeming to be processing that. "That makes me feel a lot better actually."

"Yeah, I really wasn't trying to hurt you. But I know that I did, so I'm sorry."

Lexie goes to nod, getting her head held in place by Briar, who gives her a stern look in the mirror. "Oops."

That makes Briar giggle, before she jumps when "Beautiful, Loved, and Blessed" comes over the speakers. Oh, she loves this song!

"But forgiveness is how you win the game!" She sings along, winking at Lexie in the mirror, who laughs loudly. She adores Támar Davis, and she's so glad she made a song with Prince.

"Did you plan this?" She asks through her laughter, making Briar laugh with her.

"No, but I wish I did. Come on, sing!"

"Always trying to break you down thinkin' that'll raise 'em up!" Lexie sings Prince's part, putting her heart into it, and Briar beams at her. "I just wanna be happy, come take this bitter cup from me!"

The two of them sing through the song while Briar finishes applying the mixture and foils to her hair, dancing while she does. When they get to the end, Briar makes sure that Lexie knows she's singing to her, not just with her.

"When you wanna give up, don't 'cause you know you always got a friend! That's what I am, that's what I am!"

The bright look on Lexie's face lets Briar know they'll be alright.

✦

"Oh my God!" Derek shrieks from upstairs, instantly followed by a scream from Lexie, and Briar shoots up from the kitchen table.

"Oh my God!" Lexie yells, while Briar books it up the stairs as quickly as she can. Fuck, are they hurt? "What are you doing!? Get out!"

"Uh." Derek starts stuttering, turning away from Alex's room, as Meredith and Briar both get to the doorway. Briar starts laughing instantly, the mortified look on Derek's face paired with a blushing, naked Lexie in Alex's bed painting an easy picture to read.

"Wh–why are you naked?" Meredith asks, making Briar laugh even harder. She has to grab onto the doorway to remain standing.

"Oh." Lexie whimpers, just as Derek rushes away from the scene, looking horrified.

"God." Lexie sighs out, slowly turning to face Meredith, who looks unimpressed, and Briar, who looks a little too happy about this whole thing. "No, please don't be mad. Derek was supposed to be Alex."

"That's pretty obvious." Briar points out in-between her laughter, smirking at her friend. The two sisters turn to look at her like she's crazy, so she sighs."What? It's not like you're in Derek's bed. That would be super gross."

"Thanks for that image." Meredith mumbles, glaring at Briar and looking sick, before turning to her sister. "Okay. Well, Alex left ten minutes ago. And since when are you two still–"

"Wait, Alex left?" Briar asks, frowning. "He was supposed to drive me in today! I'm donating blood!"

"He asked you twice if you were coming." Meredith tells her, making Briar go from angry to sheepish. "He ruffled your hair on his way out the door."

Huh. Briar reaches up, laughing when she finds that her hair is mussed up. "You both know I can't be mentally awake this early unless I'm in a surgery room. Wait, can you give me–?"

"Derek's leaving now, run." Meredith tells her. Briar blows them both a kiss before bolting down the stairs.

"Derek! Derek, wait!"

✦

"41-year-old motorcycle daredevil with a closed head wound, penetrating neck wound and multiple blunt traumas." The paramedic announces. Briar, Cristina and Owen rush forward. Briar wastes no time in taking over bagging the patient, the process as familiar to her as breathing.

"What was the dare?" Percy questions, making Briar roll her eyes.

"Riding without a helmet apparently." The paramedic who gave the report answers. "He's still got some brain waves left, but barely. Oh! Oh my god!"

Briar watches in horror as she slips on a puddle of water, bringing everyone down with her. Briar whimpers from her new spot on the ground when her left foot protests the move. She better not have broken another bone in that foot or she's going to be pissed.

She pushes through the pain, rushing to get the stretcher back up.

"Well, that isn't going to help." Owen sighs, moving to help her as the others start getting to their feet.

"I'm on trauma today, Yang, this one's mine." Percy tells Cristina, who scoffs loudly, as they wheel the patient into the hospital.

"I touched him first." Cristina shoots back.

"Both of you shut up!" Briar snaps before Owen can say anything, if he was even going to. She wouldn't be surprised if he let them go at it. "He's mine, actually, since you two want to fight over him instead of actually helping him."

"Hold on–" Cristina starts arguing, but Briar pays her no mind, continuing to squeeze the Ambu bag in six second intervals.

"Gary from legal." A man jumps in, Briar rolling her eyes. "I need a statement from one of you about that fall."

"You two decide." Owen tells them, Briar smirking at not being included in that. It probably helps that she's actually doing something to help the patient, instead of standing around him and bickering.

"You're not even wearing scrubs." Percy points out, and Cristina swears.

"Damn it. This is not over." Cristina snaps.

"Have fun with Gary from legal." Percy says mockingly, and Briar shakes her head.

"Gary's a nice guy, actually. Hi, Gary." She gives him a quick smile before turning to Percy with annoyance. "Are you going to keep antagonizing people or actually do your job?"

✦

"Why aren't you in surgery?" Cristina asks Briar, who rolls her eyes.

"Weasley apparently needs more practice, so I've been kicked." She explains, having mixed emotions about it. On one hand, Owen keeps trusting her to run the pit for him, on the other. . . she wants to be doing surgery.

"Dr. Sinclair, can I get a word from you about the situation?" Gary says, and Briar nods, giving him another smile. He returns it, clearly looking for human interaction where he isn't being snapped at for once.

"I took over bagging the patient with the bag valve mask, and we only got a few feet from the ambulance when the paramedic–I don't know her name, I'm sorry–slipped and brought us all down."

"I see." He says, giving her a grateful smile.

Cristina scoffs loudly. "I literally just said that."

"No, Dr. Yang, you said and I quote 'She fell, now move so I can cut him open.'" Gary responds, reading directly from the notepad. Briar laughs at that, giving Gary a high-five under the desk. She loves dry humor.

"Same thing. Whatever." Cristina snaps, before turning when the doors open.

"Call my driver and tell him there's still time for me to make my flight if he comes straight here." An elderly man says as he's wheeled in, Jackson Avery walking next to the stretcher, in plain clothes. Someone he knows?

Briar rushes over.

"You passed out in a restaurant and you have abdominal pain." Jackson is saying back, proving the theory that they know each other. "You're not getting on a plane."

"The pain's gone, and whatever caused it can wait till I'm home."

"What are we looking at?" Briar asks, making Jackson look up. Briar frowns at the panicked look on his face; whoever this is must be very important to him. "Sir, I'm Dr. Sinclair. I know you want to go home, but you were brought here for a reason. Let us examine you, we'll be as quick–"

"Sir, I need you to move to this gurney." Cristina speaks up, having followed Briar over.

"I got this, Yang." Jackson says, clearly not wanting her here, and Briar gives him a quick nod. "You're not even in scrubs."

"Sir, I need you to stay calm so I can do a proper examination." Cristina ignores him, making Briar sigh, watching as she pulls her hair up into a ponytail.

"Dr. Yang, this isn't your patient." Briar says firmly, holding a hand in front of her before she can touch him. "Dr. Avery brought him in, making him Dr. Avery's patient. Go back to legal."

Jackson sends her a grateful look, making Briar give him a quick smile as she reaches to grab the chart from him, only for Cristina to ignore her as well. She reaches to start feeling the man's abdomen, making him protest.

"Tell this lady to back off, Jackie." He protests, the nickname making Briar curious about his relation to Jackson. Family? Friend? If he's family, Jackson can't be on his case, but they'll get to that after the initial intake.

"Jackie?" Cristina asks, looking up with a smirk while Briar shakes her head.

"Whatever. It's not–look, I've already paged Bailey, and he's not cardio. So you can lose interest, Yang."

"We'll see about that." Cristina mumbles. "Sir, I'm a surgeon, a very good one."

"So's my grandson." He says. Well, that answers that question. "So why don't you take your hands off of me?"

"Wait, he's your grandfather?" Cristina asks Jackson, and Briar takes the opportunity to push her back.

"Dr. Yang, back off. He's not your patient." She tells her firmly, standing in-between her and Jackson's grandfather, who has made it clear he doesn't want her working on him. "Jackson, you can stay here and help me, but I have to be the primary doctor due to your relation."

"Okay." He says reluctantly, hesitantly handing his chart over. Briar gives him a smile, before turning to the patient in front of her. "As I said before, I am Dr. Sinclair. We're going to take good care of you. Okay, let's move him, we need to run–"

"He has midepigastric tenderness and guarding." Cristina interrupts, making Briar raise her eyebrows. "It could be ascending cholangitis."

"Ascending cholangitis? Really?" Jackson's grandfather repeats her incredulously. "With only one of the symptoms of Charcot's triad?"

Oh, this is amazing. Briar wishes she was recording this.

"You're a doctor?" Cristina questions.

"Apparently a much better one than you are." He tells her scathingly, Briar forcing back a smile. "Dr. Harper Avery."

Oh. My. God.

"And your name, doctor?" He asks Cristina, who has frozen in place.

"Harper Avery." Cristina says slowly, reaching out to shake his hand. She doesn't shake it, just holds it, and Briar shuts her eyes for a moment, desperately trying to stop herself from laughing.

"Uh, no. That's my name."

"As in the Harper Avery Award?" Cristina continues. Briar looks over at Jackson, who looks like he wants the ground to swallow him whole, and feels sympathetic for him. She gives him a small smile, before turning back to the trainwreck happening in front of her.

"Bingo." He says, before turning to Briar.

"Tell me, Dr. Sinclair, what are the symptoms of Charcot's Triad?" Dr. Avery asks her, both of them ignoring Jackson's hissed reprimand.

"Jaundice, abdominal pain, rigors and pyrexia." Briar answers promptly, making him tilt his head in her direction, before she turns to a still frozen Cristina. "Dr. Yang, I will not say it again, you are not on this case. I am running the pit right now, which means you listen to me. Go back to Gary from Legal, answer his questions about the fall earlier. If you're that desperate to get your hands dirty, go see if Dr. Hunt needs help with our motorcycle vic."

"Now, let's get you some privacy." Briar says, turning to Dr. Avery and Jackson, the latter of whom is giving her a strange look. Briar doesn't understand why he looks so shocked, but she'll ask him later. "I heard that you have abdominal pain, and that you're in a time crunch. We'll do our best to make the tests quick, and Jackson can stay in the room with us."

Briar moves them quickly, knowing that people will start gawking at him as soon as they realize he's in their hospital. She goes through the physical exam quickly but carefully, blocking out Jackson speaking to his grandfather as she does. Inspection, auscultation, percussion, and palpation: the best ways to diagnose abdominal pain, done in that order.

She presents her findings to Dr. Bailey when she arrives, before turning to smile at Dr. Avery.

"Dr. Bailey will take great care of you. If you'll excuse me, we're getting more cases, so I'm needed elsewhere. If you need anything, have Jackson page me."

She gives him a nod, ducking out of their area, pulling the curtain shut behind her when she sees a few doctors looking and pointing in his direction. Honestly, have none of them ever heard of patient privacy?

✦

"Jackson, hey." Briar gives him a smile as she walks into the waiting room. He looks over at her, stopping his pacing, and she nods over to two chairs in the back corner. Once they're situated, Jackson silent the entire time, she hands him a coffee. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm–" He starts, his voice choked up, before clearing his throat and shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know."

"It's never easy, being on this side of things." Briar sympathizes, twisting her body so that she's facing him head on. "If you want to sit in silence, we can do that. If you want to talk, I'm all ears. And if you want me to shut up and leave you alone, I won't be offended. That's a one day and one day only offer, by the way."

Jackson lets out a choked laugh at the joke, before looking up at her. She hates the worry in his eyes. She wishes she could take it away from him.

"Why'd you turn down scrubbing in on his surgery?" Jackson asks, sounding confused, and Briar shrugs.

"I had other patients, and your grandfather has the best surgeons with him. I've watched Dr. Webber perform that operation before, and while I'm always happy to get O.R. time, I wasn't needed."

"Anyone else would've paid to be in there." Jackson points out, sounding bitter.

"Yeah, well, I was given a responsibility to run the pit and I wasn't going to let Dr. Hunt down. No offense, Jax, but your grandfather wasn't my priority today."

"He requested you, you know? He was impressed by you shutting down Dr. Yang, and that you were running the pit. You're the only one who wasn't kissing his ass. He liked that."

"Cristina was way out of line." Briar says, ignoring the rest of what he said. It's always great to feel recognized, but she's not that fussed about Harper Avery. "I know she was desperate to get O.R. time, but she really needs to learn to respect patient wishes."

"So you weren't faking it." Jackson responds, sounding relieved. Briar gives him a confused look until he elaborates. "Earlier, when you didn't react to his name. I thought that maybe you were faking it in-front of him."

Briar laughs at that. "No, I meant that. He's just a man, Jackson. More than that, he's your grandfather. That's all I was thinking about while taking care of him."

"You might be the only person who doesn't care that I'm related to him." Jackson confesses, sounding overwhelmed at the thought. "All the other residents, even some attendings, have been asking me to introduce them to him all day. Even Charles, April, and Reed have been begging me, saying that I owe it to them as their friends." Oh, that has to sting. "And the–the way Dr. Shepherd and Dr. Bailey looked at me earlier is getting to me. Like they're sizing me up, and I'm not–"

"Jackson, hey, breathe." Briar orders when he starts getting worked up. She reaches out and grabs his hand, applying pressure. "I know this is a lot. I'm sorry. But you don't owe anyone anything. Your friends shouldn't expect you to introduce them to him. I know that he's a big name in the surgical field, but he's your grandfather, and he's hurt. That's what they should be caring about right now, but I'll just have to care enough to make up for it."

She rushes on before he can say anything to that, not wanting it to get awkward. "And, Jackson, don't think you don't measure up. You've been proving yourself since you started here, and you'll keep doing so. Don't put all that pressure on yourself. And, yeah, Harper Avery thinks you're a great surgeon, so just think about that."

She grins when she gets a laugh out of him. He squeezes her hand in thanks, nodding to himself.

"Alright, drink your coffee. Seriously, I paid five dollars for that. Do you want me to stay here or go into the viewing room and update you on how the surgery's going?"

Jackson hesitates for a second, his thumb running over the side of hers. Briar isn't sure he's aware of himself doing it, and she isn't going to point it out to him.

"Stay, please." He says quietly, and then clears his throat. "Um, can you tell me about being in the pit today?"

"Oh man, buckle up." Briar says enthusiastically, leaning back in her chair and tucking her legs underneath her. "Okay, so, we had this guy who presented with. . ."

✦

"Hey. So, he's fine." Meredith tells them, having come straight from the surgery. She's still wearing her scrub cap, and not wearing her lab coat. "It was an allergy caused by the suture."

Briar smiles in relief, seeing the way Jackson's shoulders drop from the same feeling. Briar can only imagine how relieving that is for him to hear, and gives his hand another squeeze. Jackson had stood up when Meredith entered the room, although he hadn't dropped her hand or moved away from their spot in the waiting room.

"It was his fault, then?" Jackson asks, making Briar grin slightly. It's entertaining, how endlessly frustrated Jackson is with his grandfather, who is admittedly quite an ass. "Wow. That's awesome. Why don't they publish that story?"

"I'll start a blog." Briar chimes in, winking over at Jackson, who laughs at her comment.

"Ooh, we could call it–" He goes to add, Briar excited to hear what he would title their blog, but Meredith interrupts them.

"Look, I get it." She says, the two of them turning to face her. "The famous grandfather, the legacy he's trying to force on you, and you didn't ask for any of it–trust me, I get it. You're putting up walls and you're avoiding him and you don't want to introduce him to your friends. It was the same with my mother. But if she were here right now, in a room upstairs, I would want to go see her and make things right with her. And I definitely would want to go learn from her. And you still can."

Jackson turns to her when Meredith walks away. Briar puts her hands up, shrugging again.

"Don't look at me, I don't have legendary surgeon family members. Or a legacy at all, really." She says, and he smiles slightly, still looking contemplative. "Alright, I'm glad that he's doing okay. I'm going to go check on the pit again."

"Wait." Jackson says as she's grabbing up their coffee cups, moving to toss them. She turns back, seeing the way he's biting his lip. It's the worst timing for that thought, but Briar wishes she was the one doing it. "I, uh, I'm gonna introduce him to people. Do you want to come? I mean, you've already met the guy, but, uh."

"Thanks for offering, but I really do have to get back to work." Briar says honestly. "Just. . . try to enjoy the time you have left with him, but don't change yourself for his sake."

Briar leaves, not seeing the way he looks at her retreating figure.

✦

"Dr. Sinclair!" She hears just as she's leaving for the night, turning to see Dr. Altman heading her way. "Hi, sorry, are you busy?"

"Not at all." She says with a soft smile, seeing that she's dressed in plain clothes. Briar really likes her black jean jacket. "And you can call me Briar you know."

"Okay, Briar." She's told with a warm smile, before Dr. Altman rocks on her heels. "You can call me Teddy, then. Well, not in-front of patients, but. . . hey, did Arizona invite you yet?"

"Invite me where?" She asks, tilting her head to the side.

"Oh, I guess Arizona has decided that we're friends now, which is. . . kind of scary, but awesome. She suggested a ladies' night, and said she would invite you, Callie, and Miranda. I think Cristina and Meredith are coming too. You in?"

Briar thinks about it, hesitating, before she decides to be spontaneous for once.

"You know what? Sure. Let's do this thing."

Teddy grins at her before leading her out the doors, making a smile form on Briar's face. She doesn't spend much one on one time with Callie and Arizona outside of work anymore, and during work they're her superiors, so this should be fun.

Cristina shakes her head as soon as she sees her enter the ballpark, making Briar laugh at her.

"Nope. Nuh uh. Not speaking to you." She says, turning away before being tugged back around by Meredith.

"Your loss." Briar says with a shrug.

"You embarrassed me in front of Harper Avery. Do you know how–"

"You embarrassed yourself, I just prioritized patient care. Get over it. Hey, can I go now? I love baseball!"

Briar gets waved away since Bailey is up to bat, everyone heckling her about how she would be better if she were taller. It's nice, drinking and playing ball, and Briar makes a mental note to try and spend more time with them outside of the hospital.

It can be hard to remember that there's a life outside of it.

✦

authors note:
i hate harper avery, i was cringing the entire time while writing this, but i do love that whole scene with cristina misdiagnosing him. she really needs to learn how to listen to patients about what they want, instead of focusing on herself. i love her, really, but teddy has her work cut out for her.

i almost wish this was written in jackson's pov, just because he's losing his mind. everyone else freaks out about his heritage and briar is just like "cool let's do our jobs." also, he found her snapping at cristina incredibly hot, like so impossibly hot. it would've been funny in his pov, because briar is not noticing any of that while there's a patient in front of her :)

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