The morning was going surprisingly well.
Aria stood at the kitchen counter, pouring herself a much-needed coffee while Alex and Jackson sat at the table, working through their breakfast. The house was calm—suspiciously calm—without the usual morning chaos of running late, misplaced scrubs, or someone yelling about stolen coffee.
Aria took a sip, savoring the rare peace.
Then April stormed in.
She wasn't just walking—she was marching with a purpose, holding up a bra on the end of a pencil like it was a contaminated specimen.
"Who has been having sex on the couch again?!" April demanded, her voice sharp with exasperation.
Aria blinked, looking between Alex and Jackson as she leaned against the counter. Alex smirked mid-bite, eyes lighting up with amusement. Jackson, on the other hand, suddenly looked very interested in his plate.
April turned her focus to Aria first. "Is it yours?"
Before Aria could answer, Alex smirked and shook his head. "That's definitely not Aria's."
Aria scoffed, setting her mug down. "Yeah, because unlike some people, I actually do my laundry."
April exhaled sharply before turning on Jackson, who was still refusing to look up.
"Jackson," she pressed, eyes narrowing. "You're awfully quiet."
Jackson sighed, finally looking up. "Okay, fine. It's Lexie's."
Aria groaned, scrunching up her face in disgust. "Ugh, seriously?"
April let out an indignant shriek. "Oh my God! You all have your own rooms for this! The couch is a shared space! A shared space where I sit and eat popcorn!"
Jackson had the audacity to look mildly offended. "We used a blanket!"
Aria threw her hands up. "Oh, that makes it so much better!"
April gagged, waving the bra around. "I am disinfecting this whole house!"
Aria smirked, lifting her coffee. "I'd keep a blacklight away from the living room if I were you."
April let out a frustrated yell, turning on her heel and storming toward the laundry room, still holding the bra at arm's length.
Jackson groaned, running a hand down his face. "I don't know why you two find this so funny."
Alex smirked, nudging Aria's foot under the table. "Because for once, it's not us getting yelled at."
Aria grinned, sipping her coffee.
For once.
Aria tied her trauma gown securely, adjusting her gloves as she and Cristina strode down the hall, the buzz of the ER growing louder. It was always like this before a mass casualty—a strange mix of nervous energy and adrenaline that kept them sharp.
They turned a corner and nearly collided with Alex and Jackson, both of whom looked less than enthusiastic.
"Who's a genius?" Cristina asked, raising a brow at the two of them.
"Nobody," Alex replied flatly, not even looking up.
"Yep, absolutely no one," Jackson muttered in agreement.
Aria exchanged a confused glance with Cristina. That was weird.
"Have you heard what's coming in?" Cristina asked, shifting her attention to Owen, who was already in full trauma mode.
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Shooting Stars
Fiksi Penggemar"But he's Evil Spawn." "Don't you think I know that. I didn't wake up one day and suddenly decide I was going to be in love with Alex Karev." Being the daughter of a world renowned surgeon was never destined to be easy. The first born of the Grey tw...
