This is another interpretation of what might happen during the mid-season finale. It ends pretty abruptly, but it's a cliffhanger like I'm expecting it to be in the show. Enjoy and leave reviews!

"Dude, shouldn't you be getting ready?"

Jackson turns slightly at the voice, raising a brow curiously when Alex leans against the nurse's desk. He snaps his attention away from his patient and glances at his friend.

"Huh?"

Alex rolls his eyes, "Kepner's crazy-ass idea of a wedding?"

The man just licks his lips and blinks a couple of times as he glances away to the ground, "Yeah, I'm not going to that." He shakes his head and shrugs as though it's nothing.

"Seriously?"

Jackson stuffs his hands in his pockets and walks over to the desk, "What?"

"Nothing, man. I just can't believe you're letting her marry that dweeb." Alex attempts with a slight chuckle.

Jackson sighs and grabs the blue chart hanging from the edge of the desk. He opens it up and flicks through the pages as he speaks, "Yeah, well, what she chooses to do is her problem. Not mine. We're done."

Alex pats his shoulder with a smirk, "Dude, I don't know about her, but you're far from done." He walks away then, leaving Jackson to ponder his thoughts.

What the hell does that mean? He has no idea what he's talking about.

He has moved on, he's sure of it. He's gotten over it, over her, and now they've both moved on with their lives and relationships. Now they're back to being friends, just as they were before. Well, not exactly, but probably as close as they could get without actually getting close.

They're not best friends anymore, he realizes that, but he's happy that they've gotten past all of the awkwardness, all of the drama. He's happy for her, he's happy that she's happy.

Or at least he convinces himself that he is, because he knows that deep down he's not willing to admit what he's really feeling.

Because it's scary.

He's not even sure what he feels for her anymore, but the ache in his gut tells him that it's not good, that it's definitely frightening, and that he should just push the feeling aside and let her get on with her life.

With her Prince Charming. With her fairytale. With her wedding.

But then his heart starts thumping and his mind starts reeling, and he's back to doubling over in pain at the thought of her leaving him behind.

It scares him.

The image of her walking down a white aisle and meeting another man at the end scares him to death, and he's only now just realizing it. The thought of her marrying another man, of her handing herself over, scares him. The picture in his head of somebody else touching her body, the body that he claimed as his possession time and time again, haunts him.

He lightly shudders at the thought, closing his eyes tight and unintentionally balling his fists.

She's his, they're the only words that course through his brain over and over again; she is his. She belongs to him, and he belongs to her.

The idea of losing her to somebody else scares the crap out of him, but he remembers some wise words that were once spoken to him.

Even if you're scared.

Mark Sloan's voice lingers in his ear and he sighs, rubbing his hands against the back of his neck.

You say it, and you say it loud.

And then it all comes crashing down on him.

He's in love with her.

He isn't over her, no matter how hard he tried to deny it or rebuff the feeling. He hasn't moved on, despite his many attempts to convince himself that his relationship with Stephanie was anything but a distraction.

And she had been smart, she had left when she had realized that she wasn't going to get anything more from him. She had figured out that he wasn't ever going to fall for her because his heart was already in the hands of some neurotic redhead with a tendency to change her mind, and he was only now realizing it himself.

He was in love with her.

And he was scared. To lose her. To give up on her when she never wanted him to. But he did, he gave up on her, he didn't fight for her, and he tries to tell himself that it's because she didn't want him to, but then her words from the night of the storm rush to mind and he's back to square one.

She wanted him to fight. She wanted him. She wanted him to want her.

And he did, he always has. But he was just too much of a coward to realize it.

He wasn't willing to admit to himself that he wanted her back then because he never allowed himself to believe that she'd truly move on. He never thought that he'd actually see the day that she married another man. That she left him forever.

He can't lose her, he tells her. He can't. Because without her, then he doesn't know who he is.

She's always been his April, his perky and nervous best friend who usually talked too much or said the wrong thing. She was the April who kept him in place and never let him get too proud and always reminded him of who he really was at heart.

She was his April. She was his.

He can't imagine her marrying somebody else because, for the past year and a half, he's had a vision in his head of a big house with a white picket fence, and her tiny and pale body stood behind it waiting for him with a smile on her face.

And they would be married. And they would have kids. And a yard. And a dog. And they'd be happy, and together, and it'd be perfect.

But the vision is ruined when he gets replaced by some dorky paramedic with a heart of gold and the virtue of a saint.

He won't be able to give her the wedding she always wanted. He won't be able to give her a field, with butterflies and mints.

No, instead, it'll be the paramedic with a heart of gold and the virtue of a saint that gives her all of those things, that gives her everything she always wanted from him.

And all because he was too much of a coward to admit to her, and to himself, that he wanted her, that he loved her, that he was in love with her.

And Mark Sloan's words continue to ring in his brain and he glances sideways to catch a glimpse of his patient.

If he had just been able to accept her for everything she was, for all of her flaws, when they were together, then he wouldn't be in this place.

He wouldn't feel like crap, like his heart was being ripped out.

He wouldn't want to murder the nurses stood beside him, gushing about how adorable her and Matthew were. Her, his. April, his April.

Not Matthew's.

Even if you're scared.

And he's not so scared anymore.

The whole world seems to stop around her.

The audience stops muttering, the wind outside stops blowing. Goosebumps creep up her bare arms and her throat tightens.

"Jackson?" She squeaks, eyes wide and hands shaking.

She remains in place, her hands resting by her sides and her full attention focused straight on the man in front of her.

Jackson frowns and his mouth draws into a line as he watches her. His gaze shifts down to her dress and he softly smiles, licking his lips and blinking a couple of times.

He's stood at the end of the aisle, the doors still swinging in the background after his hurried entrance.

He hadn't planned to barge in like this, to intrude on the moment. He'd expected to find her in her dressing room, to find her nervously shaking in a corner somewhere, not already stood beside her groom and priest and waiting for him to speak.

He thanks himself for changing into a tux on the way, and not rolling up in his scrubs or a pair of jeans and a shirt.

It's already disrespectful enough, he thinks, as he feels a woman's deep eyes shooting daggers at him.

"I-" He cuts himself short and takes a deep breath and he carelessly throws his hands down at his sides.

"What are you doing?" April asks, her expression shocked and of complete bewilderment. Her eyes never leave his as she chews on her bottom lip and tries to ignore the angry look on Matthew's face. Whatever he's feeling is the least of her worries at the moment.

Jackson can make out the sound of Cristina's voice in the crowd, whispering something quickly and holding back a laugh.

He now realizes how stupid he is. He's interrupting the most important moment of her life, and all for himself. She obviously doesn't want him here, she obviously doesn't want him anymore because otherwise she wouldn't be this close to marrying someone else. But he's gonna fight anyway, because he promised Mark Sloan that he would. So, he swallows his pride and takes a deep breath.

He's not sure what to say to explain himself, to justify his actions. He shrugs slowly, gently frowning as he feels tears swelling in his eyes. "I'm in love with you, April- I'm giving you a reason."

He won't cry, he fights, he can't. He won't let himself.

But he won't let her walk away from him again, at least not without giving it his best shot.

April's face softens and she gasps with a sob. She just stares at him, lifting her veil and taking a sharp breath as she steps down from the podium.

He's scared again.