Day 1

"You're an intern." He says to you. You glare at Jackson who is looking down at you like a piece of gum on the bottom of his shoe.

An intern, that's all you were these days.

An intern who could seriously kick some ass if you wanted to.

An intern who seriously thought that your attending was kind of an ass you wanted to kick at the moment.

"What does that have to prove? I'm hungry, I want to eat this salad, and I have nowhere else to sit." You tell him as you quickly open the salad and shove the fork into spinach then into your mouth. You grab a book from your bag and read it while eating, not caring any less that a few specks of feta cheese is on the pages.

"So Avery, didn't you get into the trend of screwing interns as well?" The girl with blonde waves states and you choke on your salad, unable to ignore her comment?

"Excuse me?"

Meredith ignores you and tilts her head at Jackson curiously. "Haha no. She just won't leave."

"She's an intern."

"I may be at the bottom of the surgical food chain and shit but that doesn't mean I can't sit at a table to each a salad for a few minutes." You state.

"I like her." Said Cristina, who tilted her fork towards you and grins. "She talks shit about people."

"I can talk shit about you too but I like cardio is my second choice after plastics so I choose not to." You tell her, who nods her head.

Looks like sitting at this table wasn't such a good idea after all, but something tell you that they're trying to scare you off. You turn your head back in your book and Jackson examines you closely, making you a slight bit uncomfortable.

"So Avery?"

"I'm not screwing her. She's on my case."

"And she's an intern."

"What's so bad about being an intern?" You ask, deciding that your book would be no use to you anymore.

"You're on the bottom of the surgical food chain." Said Jackson, who ruthlessly glared at you.

"That's it isn't it. That makes a lot more sense."

"Excuse me?"

"Bottom of the surgical food chain. I hope you took science because if you didn't I don't know how you're even here but I recall that if you take away the bottom of the chain, the top ones fail. Interns. Take them away and in three years you have no residents, then in more time you have no attendings. We're the bottom of the food chain but eat us all up and we'll destroy you."

Jackson raises an eyebrow as if he's amused rather than offended. "I like you too. You think you're cool."

"I know so."

"Well sweetheart, the thing is, the bottom of the food chain is the most sufficient, so you take away one extra mouse and we have no difference. Torture one intern? We have several more to teach. You may be strong as a whole but if you were, you'd be sitting with those ones over there, but they won't risk all their careers for you. Bottom of the food chain. Only makes a difference if you take the whole bottom away." He smirks, his green eyes glinting with mischief.

That attending was by far the most attractive. He was smart, chill, and hot. His dark skin and his light eyes were too hard to resist and you felt yourself heat up. You were at the bottom, and damn did it suck.

Day 2

You were scrubbing in on plastics, and you see that Jackson was doing a skin graft. He was a good teacher and you hoped one day you could be that good.

"You're talented." He told you and you smiled.

"Thanks."

"Now you see, you sew on the skin extremely carefully, and you stick you fourth finger inside the flap because it has the softest touch. Least likely to puncture the skin."

You listen carefully and he guides your hand to the inside of the flap, but all you can think about is the shocks his gloved hand is sending through yours. It's hard not to think about it when your attending happens to be super hot, and he's guiding your hand to do surgery. That was kind of romantic.

You cleared your thoughts away and sighed. You two weren't even a thing. He was an attending, you were an intern.

He didn't notice the fog on your glasses from your heavy breathing.

Day 7

It didn't get any easier. You didn't stop crushing on him and he never didn't anything to make you stop. He didn't make a mistake, be rude to you in an unforgivable way, and he sure as hell didn't stop giving you his adorable smile that made your heart melt.

You downed your tequila and went for another one. May as well get drunk and happy rather than sober and depressed. It was a lose-lose situation. Be drunk or be depressed. Be happy or be sober.

Joe raised his eyebrow. "I'll need your keys."

You sighed and shoved your whole tote towards him. "You can find them."

"What will I find?" He asked as he prepared your drink.

"A couple tampons, a sweater, and keys."

"I hope I don't find the tampons." Said Joe as he immediately fished out your lets and pushed your bag towards you.

"Joe it's not 1970 anymore, women should be able to talk about their period it's men these days." You down another shot of tequila.

"Ah let me guess, having relationship issues with a person of power? I've seen it too many times. Mer and Derek ended up ok."

"Grey and Shepherd were an intern and attending relationship?"

"Quite dramatic but yes, they were."

You look over at Jackson who was laughing with Owen and Mark happily. You sigh and feel extremely difficult. You had guy problems. And needed another drink.

So you had another drink.

And another.

And another until you were wasted.

Your mind was blank, barely able to process anything. You had never been this drunk before, usually you only had one drink a day. You had been wandering around the bar until you feel yourself starting to pass out. Someone caught you and you felt yourself being carried towards something, then moving while laying down.

Soon, you felt yourself being carried into a washroom, and you saw a toilet in front of you.

"I'm going to stay here because I know you're going to puke soon."

You look up at the figure who's crossing his arms at you and you smile with all your teeth. "I'm not going to puke."

"That's the most understandable thing you've said all night but you are going to puke and I'm not letting you puke all over your clothes so you're staying here until you puke." He says.

You grin but suddenly feel yourself needing to hurl and you lean over the toilet and barf. The guy holds back your curly hair and you continue throwing up into his toilet, a wretched smell reeking form it. When you feel better, you flush the toilet and he hands you a glass of water.

You sip it and slowly drink all of it, letting him carry you into a soft bed and tucking you into the blanket.

Day 8

You wake up and you have a painful headache. There must be a reason for the fact that you were in a different bed. You were wearing all your clothes so whoever brought you here must have been kind enough not to take advantage of you.

You stand up and search around for your tote where you take your makeup remover and wipe off all of it from the previous day. Thankfully you don't look too bad. The house was extremely messy, but it was huge and you spent a lot of time getting out of it. Calling a taxi, you went to the hospital despite your hangover.

They probably had a few drugs there to help.

Nothing came back to you memory thank god, but you felt strongly that going to work wasn't a good idea. A few people at the bar last night stare at you but you ignore it. All you can remember is the few faces around you before you became wasted.

Your first patient is one going in for a breast enlargement. It's stupid to you, people should embrace their bodies as they are. After consulting them and telling them everything you needed to know, you took another swig of water and Advil then went in the scrub room to wash your hands.

Jackson greets you and you hold your breath, trying your best to ignoring his presence. "Excited for the surgery today?"

"Kind of." You tell him. "I mean I'm excited to do the surgery but I don't think that she should have it."

"Why's that?" He asked.

"She should love herself the way she is." You sigh and snap on a pair of gloves.

"So how are you feeling?" He asks.

"Umm, fine? Why wouldn't I be?"

He laughs and you widen your brown eyes curiously. "Because you passed out at Joe's yesterday and caused my toilet to smell like crap?"

The realization hits you that the person who's house you crashed at the previous night happened to be Jackson's and your face grows redder in embarrassment. This was a not good at all. You probably weren't gonna drink for the rest of your life.

"I'm sorry I was just so drunk and I-I." You stammer, losing your confidence.

"No it's fine." He smiles and you melt inside a little bit before tying the second strings of your mask.

This was not a good week.

Day 16

You had avoided Jackson's cases all week, yet no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop somehow bumping into him. You no longer ate at their lunch table and you were quite positive he noticed, however that weighed up to not having to spend 3 hours in an OR with him a day.

"Why does he keep trying to get me on his cases?" Your complain to Jo, who's casually sipping her coffee in amusement.

"Maybe he thinks it's cute that you passed out in his arms and puked all over his toilet without even realizing it was him."

"Jo!" You cry, rolling your eyes and looking at your patient's chart. "Ugh I hate Neuro, why do I hate Neuro so much I should love it."

"I think Neuro is great but whatever." She teases. "Or you could just suck it up and go do plastics again with your boob enlargements and whatnot."

"I used to hate those but I really wanna do that at the moment. I mean you have no idea how much I wanna cut open someone's breast." You sigh.

"That sounded really wrong."

"I'm aware."

"(Y/L/N)!" You spin around and Jackson is walking up to you. "Guy's getting a new face today. Want in?"

You melt. A face transplant. A freaking face transplant. Of course you wanted in. "Yes for sure. I want in. What time."

"3:30."

"Crap I have a Neuro surgery that time." You lie, holding up your chart in attempt for proof. However your Neuro surgery was at 7:00.

"I'll talk to Shepherd. You don't want to miss out on a face transplant." Jackson winked and strutted away with April Kepner, then looked back laughing.

"I can talk to him actually!" You cry out.

"Ok that works too."

"You totally like him." Jo teases.

"He totally doesn't." You sigh and scrunch your face into your hand.

Day 19

You were on call tonight. Not too exciting but maybe you could finally get some rest. Right when you set your pager on the drawer and set your foot on the ladder, the door creaked open and a familiar face appeared.

"Oh, uh hi?" Jackson smiled. You quickly jump off the ladder and face him.

"Room's occupied. Go find another intern to screw."

A mischievous glint appears in his eyes. "Ok."

He stands there for a while, just looking at you. You look into his green eyes in attempt to understand why he wouldn't leave the on call room. He didn't wanna leave. Jackson might not be into you but you sure as hell weren't gonna let him check you out for an hour.

"Are you gonna stand looking or are you gonna make a move?" You ask.

His lips curve into a smile and he takes three long steps towards you. "Depends what kind of move you want me to make."

You can't resist it anymore and slam your lips into his, tackling his mouth with yours and pressing your hands against the nape of his neck. He reacts quickly and grabs your waist, swiftly taking control. Jackson pushes you to the wall of the on call room and reaches his hand up to your forehead and smooths his hand down your locks and holds it against your neck so it doesn't get in the way of your lips.

Your breaths heavy and you gasp for breath, looking into his eyes which are smiling at you mischievously. "How many interns are screwed in this room?"

"Too many to count."

"Will I be one of them?" You ask, holding your breath as he gazes into your eyes.

He crushes your lips again and when he backs away he quickly whispers on your neck. "For sure."