★ James Wilson ★

:: Imma do a cross-over.
          
          Meredith would walk into the hospital after flying in from Seattle, apparently her husband, Derek who is now chief of surgery at Grey-Sloan Hospital had talk to Cuddy. This didn't bother Meredith, but she did wonder why the heck would she be here in New Jersey? Apparently, they needed someone like her here which would explain a lot.
          
          Meredith would carry her luggage and enter the hospital, she would look around, awed at the hospital. It was nice, something she wasn't expecting at all. Of course, her eyes would look at the people as they walked by, God, she did wish Cristina was with her right now to talk to, seeing as she knows nobody here. She would walk up to the station and would be greeted by a nurse; she would hand Meredith a file and Meredith would thank her. As she turned, she would bump into the male doctor. "Oh god, I am so sorry."

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The trauma surgeon was a long way from home.  She had found the first handful of people she'd met... a bit insufferable, but it wasn't something that she hadn't dealt with before.  She often found the men in hospitals insufferable, regardless of whether or not she was on the east or west coast, and she'd only done this as a favor for a friend from med-school...
          
          She walked into the unit, her dark eyes looking over the variety of people before stopping at the station, reaching for a file.  If she had to be a surgeon here, the least she could do was get an easy rundown of the case she was supposed to be helping with.  She looked up when she noticed someone, quickly reading his ID badge, 
          "Oncology?"

Well this is unexpected for you to show up here. It’s like 3am, Wilson. Why are you here?

Oh I’m aware of how mad cuddy is. I just don’t really care

I am doing just fine, Wilson. Quit worrying your pretty little head about it. I’m fine

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// hello :) look what I made

dear james, 
          
          it has been three years since i last saw you .. three years since you held me , since we kissed , since we had sex . three years away from you , away from my paradise , my safe place . i have heard from hotch that you were still working and seemed fine .. but i know you . i know every single part of you , and i know you're not doing as fine as you want people to believe . 
          i am not doing fine either . not that i can complain .. if you were there , you'd probably blame me for leaving , the way i beat myself over it every single second . not a day goes by without a tear shed for you .. my therapist told me to write you this letter . she said it would help me move on .. but she doesn't get it . i can't move on from my will to live .
          i tried to end it all last week . and the month before that . i had enough . how can i live with myself when i have lost all i care about ? wilson you were my reason to live , you saved my life once already .. i need you so bad but i'm never getting you back .
          I'm sorry I put us through this . i am so sorry .. worst in all this is , i know if i was given the opportunity to stop this unsub again , i would do it in a heartbeat ..
          you're never going to read this letter , you can never know I'm even alive .. but i love you . i love you so much , you're my best friend, my family, my lover . 
          
          a tear fell right onto the paper - soaking it , blurring the words. " this is bullshit " he muttered and torn the paper, throwing it away . tears down his cheeks .
          

// I’m trying to write happy stuff because her canonical depression is bad enough so this is for the angst they ended up in (so I wrote happy alternative to your starter)
          
          “You know, asking if the baby dropped yet isn’t going to make this month go by any faster… it might just make me change my mind about you staying home with me.” She laughed a little, leaning into his arm…
          She was grateful he’s been willing to take time off for her, especially now that she was verging on going stir crazy while on early leave.