Well it took 15 seasons for Grey's to inspire me to write for a couple. Jaggie has captured my heart and I don't want to give it back! Here's a little fic that I thought of awhile ago. Please give it a read and if you like it, please leave a review. This is a Jaggie fic. I ask that if you are not a fan of the couple or you have a negative opinion of Jaggie/Jackson/Maggie, please read no further. To my fellow Jaggie fans, this is a love letter to you.

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The Fog

Fog…something that obscures and confuses a situation or someone's thought processes. Often we think of fog as something that makes it hard for us to see. An obstacle. A roadblock that we can't go around or get over. But sometimes, it has a purpose in order to facilitate a breakthrough, you just have to sit and be still until the fog passes...

Maggie Pierce sat patiently in the stranded SUV that her boyfriend...maybe estranged boyfriend (was that even a thing?) had left her in after what she may consider one of the biggest arguments of their entire relationship. The throbbing from her perfectly wrapped ankle was starting to subside, but the rapid heartbeat that came with uncertainty and regret still thumped inside of her chest. She'd said some things, he'd said some things and then he (taking a few pages out of her book) abruptly and ceremoniously left the car in the middle of dense fog to get away from her, their argument and maybe, just maybe their relationship. Maggie gently bopped her head back into her passenger side headrest a few times with her eyes closed tightly. Maybe she went overboard. Maybe she shouldn't have called him rich and spoiled or Mr. Monopoly—but she was angry, angry at what he said, how he looked at her and how he just seemed as if...she didn't know. She didn't want to think about what she saw in his face.

As the fog began to lift slightly, she took a look around at the parking lot on the highway. Getting to Grey-Sloane was a thing of the past. Her young patient Gus with the golden blood was someone that she couldn't get to, couldn't help-not right now at least.

Reaching for the door handle, she slowly opened the door of the SUV that Jackson had vacated for what seemed like hours before, she slowly slid out of the passenger seat and tested her wrapped ankle seeing if it could bear her weight. Once she felt steady enough, she stood up fully and slowly limped around the SUV clutching onto its cold hood. Dozens of people were out of their cars looking around, trying to figure out if they would ever get off this highway and she called out, "Jackson!"

A few of the stranded motorists turned to look at her, but she slowly limped away from the SUV, "Jackson!" she yelled out moving further down the highway. The fog was lifting, but it still wasn't safe to drive especially with the pile ups that they heard on the radio further down the highway. Moving down the row of cars, she locked eyes with families trying to calm their bored and scared children, couples trying to get a phone signal and people sitting in cars trying to get some sleep.

"Jackson!" she called out again to no answer. How far had he gone?

"Do you need some help? Are you looking for a child or a dog or something?" a voice inquired from behind her.

She turned around to a tall, dark, handsome man with large almond shaped eyes wearing an amused and curious smirk.

"Child? Pet...no...no," she stammered nervously shaking her head. "Jackson is my boyfriend...I think..."

"You think?" He raised an eyebrow.

Her hands immediately covered her face—she probably sounded like a crazy person, "Well we had a fight and things were said and...he needed some time so..."

"Soo he left you alone on the highway in dense fog and it looks like you're injured," the stranger glanced down at her wrapped ankle.

Maggie laughed, "No, I'm ok really...it was a pretty bad fight and..." she immediately noticed the look of confusion and then disgust, "oh my god! No…we were camping and I fell down a hill, it was actually pretty embarrassing almost like right now and…"

"And he left you out here alone, injured...let me help you get back to your car—you won't make it far with that ankle and may injure yourself more," the stranger stepped closer to her.

"Umm...that's ok, I'm actually a doctor and..."

"And I can help my girlfriend get back to our car," a voice with a slight edge to it announced in back of them. Maggie hopped around to see Jackson standing behind her staring daggers at the man on the highway, who instantly held up his hands in surrender, "I was just trying to be a Good Samaritan," he protested.

"Right," Jackson's retort came sarcastically as he lifted Maggie's arm and rested it on his shoulder as he helped her towards the car without a second glance or word to the stranger behind them.

Once inside Maggie sat in the passenger seat as Jackson took a seat next to her with a sigh. They sat in silence for a few moments, neither speaking and Maggie could feel her nervousness threaten to choke her.

"I do like you Maggie, I love you," Jackson stated quietly finally, "and I know that you believe that I don't appreciate your quirks or your need to overanalyze everything to death, but I do. I wanted to share camping with you and yes, I wanted you to like it because I don't want to lose us. I don't want to make the same mistakes that I made with April or that me and April both made. I don't want our differences to drive us apart and I guess, I did want you to enjoy something that I love because I want to share experiences with you..." he turned to gaze at her, "all experiences Maggie."

She met his eyes feeling a new to cross legs despite the current state of their relationship, Jackson went on, "I didn't just walk into your life one day and decide to like you or even love you, we've been in each other's lives for years. I know you Maggie Pierce and I love you. I just need you to trust me and trust us just a little. Trust my love for you, trust my feelings for you."

Maggie's mouth went dry. She couldn't look at him. She could admit it. He scared her. His love scared her. It was real. It was intense and it was what her mother spoke about as she polished her nails that last time in her hospital room, "I'm sorry," she managed to squeak out, "but this scares me. I'm sorry for what I said to you earlier, I shouldn't have. I know that you are so much more than your money. I know that and I know that you wanted us to go camping so that we could get closer, so we could weigh our options and I could make a decision about moving in with you. Jackson, I can admit that sometimes I am that little girl who is still trying to be someone's friend or something more but not quite knowing how to be it or handle it. You are different for me. Our relationship is different. It's hard for me to lay my emotions out there without a safety net because when I do, I feel exposed and I don't like feeling that way. I know how I feel about you. I love you. I'm learning so much about myself with you. How I want to be loved, how I want to love. I understand that you are trying to get us closer, I know that and I'm frightened because..." she felt something in her throat that wouldn't let her say the words.

"Because what?" Jackson asked taking her hand and slowly massaging her hand with his thumb staring intently into her eyes.

She gasped for air as it felt like the air was slowly being drawn out of the car and every part of her wanted to jump out, but she had to stay, she had to say the words, "I just love you and I don't want to lose us. Life is precious, I know that and we see so many people lose the ones they love before they are ready and they can't control it and I don't want to lose you. I want us to work. I don't want to repeat mistakes and Jackson, you are who I want."

His hand moved from hers and then rested on her cheek, "So are we done being mean to each other?" he asked cracking a slight smile for the first time since they began this argument.

"We're done," she answered with a smile. Jackson leaned over capturing her full lips into a kiss that she melted into. Yup, she was still that little girl who couldn't tell him that she was afraid as hell that he was 'It' for her. She would tell him. She would. Soon. Very soon, but in the meantime, "Jackson," she broke the kiss to stare into his emerald colored eyes.

"Yes?"

She placed her hands on both of his cheeks, "I weighed my options sitting in this car and after walking out on my sprained ankle on the highway, I realized that I do want to move in with you. I want to wake up every morning with you and go to bed with you every night...and I want to take a shower in that $20,000.00 shower every morning," she grinned.

Jackson matched her grin, "If that's what you want and it's not even close to $20,000."

Maggie nodded, "It's exactly what I want and keep trying to convince me of that Jackson."

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Six hours later, Maggie felt as if she would collapse at any moment. Her ankle wasn't throbbing anymore, but she wanted to collapse on the nearest couch as soon as possible. She wasn't exactly sure how she managed to do a 4-hour surgery on Gus, but she had and all she could think about was a warm shower and a comfortable bed.

Walking into the on-call room, she found Jackson leaning back on the couch cushions with his eyes closed. She leaned up against the wall for a few moments taking in the sight of the handsome, intelligent, generous, gifted and patient man that loved her. The insecurities that always bubbled up inside of her, the part of her that told her that this couldn't last or that it was too complicated to work had almost cost her him. She ran her hands through her curly tendrils and walked over to the couch plopping down next to him, resting her head on the cushions allowing her hand to find his lacing fingers through each other, "Can we just stay in here for awhile," she breathed out.

"You mean because if we step out there, we have to deal with all of the craziness that went on in the hospital before we crossed the sliding doors."

"Meredith, Richard and Alex fired and Deluca in jail for fraud…it's like the whole world went nuts when the fog rolled in," she remarked with her eyes still closed, "and I guess I should go to the house and check on Mere and the kids…" she opened one eye gaging Jackson's reaction, but she saw no squint, no jumping of the eyelid. He looked as if he was at peace, "and then, once I make sure they are ok, I will come over and we can just lie in bed…"

He opened one eye taking a deep breath, "I would understand if you needed to stay home with Meredith and the kids tonight."

Maggie turned to stare into Jackson's tired eyes, "I have a new home now and that's with you."

Those tired eyes brightened, "I love you," he whispered gently touching her cheek and bringing her head towards his.

Well this is my first foray in Jaggie. Let me know what you think and whether I should continue. Thank you for reading.