Greys Anatomy Imagines (COMPLETED)

Bar Fight - Jo Wilson

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Summary; Reader notices that Jo's ex-husband is at the bar. And when he approaches them, he realizes his mistake.

Warnings; Swearing, and mention of abuse

Word Count; 1,122 words
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"Shut up, Jackson!" You shout, slapping his arm playfully, but still in a serious manner. If he pressures you to sing another song for him at the table one more time, you swear to god he's going to get murdered.

"Ah, come on, (Y/n)," he tilts his head with a big smile, trying to mesmerize you, jokes on him you're a lesbian.

"No, have Mer do it," you point your finger at her, and she glares at Jackson for a second, before Alex throws his arm around her.

"Yeah, come ooonnnn," 

At least you got them off of you for the time being. It'll give you enough time to turn to Jo, who's been speaking very rarely tonight. Which is quite the contrary to her cheerfulness when it comes to drinking at the bar. Especially with you guys by her side, it gets pretty loud.

Whether it be from starting conversations, arguments or... singing. It'll always be a huge ruckus. And when everyone else is here, like Owen, Amelia, Maggie, hell even April, sometimes you guys get kicked out for being too loud.

So, since Jo is being so quiet, you guess that it might be because you haven't talked to her a lot tonight. And it wasn't really your fault, trying to talk to Jo and having Jackson yelling for you to sing is like trying to text and listen to music at the same time; impossible.

"Hey, love," you bump her shoulder slightly, trying to get her attention.

It seemed to have worked because her eyes drag across the table and up to your face. And just by the expression she has— which is both of horror and terror at the same time —is enough to make you infuriated.

"What's wrong? Why do you have that expression on your face?" You ask Jo, placing your hand on her cheek and trying to make her look you in the eye.

"It's... nothing," she mutters, but the uneasiness doesn't let up on her face at all.

Jo turns her face away from you and goes back to looking down at the table. By not saying anything else— and automatically knowing through girl intuition —she isn't fine. And it's not "nothing".

Sitting up instead of slouching on the stool you're sitting on, your eyes scan the room. For anyone, in particular, that might make her uncomfortable. Because sometimes it's just by the way someone is looking at her. After that, you two normally switch spots.

But, if it were like that in the first place then she wouldn't have been so quiet about it. Jo would've asked you to switch a while ago, and that's why you have to find out what's bothering her.

It's not that she's closed-mouthed. She's the opposite of that, even when it comes to the tiniest of things. The only time she turns quiet like this is when she's afraid.

You're about to give up on looking, but your stomach twists and it feels like someone stabbed both of your hands.

Looking down at them, your nails have dug into your skin in the matter of a second. And now there's blood starting to pool at the wounds.

"(Y/n) —?" Jo asks, now taking your right hand to examine it, "Why...?"

"Why didn't you tell me he was here?" You hiss in a whisper, trying to keep it quiet, "Jo, we could've left an hour ago —"

"You guys were enjoying yourselves, I can handle it," she whispers back, trying to seem nonchalant.

"Clearly not!" You whisper-shout, "Jo I was worried for you when I saw that look on your face and —"

"Jo, look at you," a voice says, and your gaze snaps up immediately.

Jo freezes, and you take your hands from hers, balling them up in fists already because this asshole is back and how dare he be over here.

Jumping down from the stool, you move to be in-between Jo and Paul. Squaring your shoulders and squinting your eyes, you shove him back with one hand, easily.

"No, do not look at her, do not come near her, and absolutely do not touch her," your voice is venom, and you're the snake that's about to put him into shock.

His face scrunches up, looking down at you. He makes a brief motion of his hand towards you and asks, "And you are?"

Raising your eyebrows, you cross your arms and your jaw clenches if there's one thing you're about to do, is punch him. Or better yet, hurt him badly and then kill him on the operating table.

That sounds appealing.

"Her girlfriend, douchebag. Now fuck off you abusive asshole, or I'll give you a taste of your own goddamn fucking medicine," You snarl, there's a heat rising to your face, but it's not out of embarrassment, it's rage. There's also a feeling in your arms that are telling you to take a swing at him, what's the worse that can happen, anyway?

"Alri —" He begins to say, trying to retreat, but you're riled up, and he needs to understand that there's a line, and he's over it.

"If I see you near her ever again. Then I'm going to beat your ass into the ground. And you're going to be black and blue for fucking weeks," 

Clenching your jaw, the temptation to do anything to him is strong. But it could cost you your job, so you'd rather not. 

Arms still crossed, you nod your head towards the door, "Leave, now."

His jaw goes slack for a moment, before he nods, looking down with a small smile. Then he holds up his hands and turns away, in defeat. 

Your eyes follow him until he's out the door, and out of sight. Then you turn to Jo, whose now staring at you warily.

"You're alright? He didn't touch you?" You ask, going up to her and grabbing her arms.

"I'm... I'm fine, (Y/n)," she says, shocked.

"You don't look like it,"

"I'm just..." her eyebrows draw together before she looks you in the eyes, and then they let up and a smile comes over her face slowly, "I love you, so much,"

Wrapping your arms around her, you squeeze her tightly, "I love you too,"

"Sing— sing that one baseball song!" Jackson yells.

When you look over, you realize that none of them were paying attention. And they were singing their heart out the entire time.

Looking back at Jo, she kisses you instantly. After she pulls away, she goes to your ear, "Can we go now?"

"Yup," you nod, helping her down from the stool.

You wrap your arm around her, pulling her close. That couldn't have gone any better.

You're just glad she didn't get hurt.