𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 - j. avery ¹

forty-four

"We are gonna get this woman back on her feet, and before you leave this evening. I would ask that you please consider helping us get back on ours." Jackson continued.

"How much do you need?"

Jackson and Allison smiled at one another, knowing their plan had worked, once Jackson looked away, Allison knew that maybe it was best to move on from him.

It's been weeks and he hasn't uttered a word about her confession—she wasn't going to wait forever and she took the silence as her answer.

***

The sound of the phone ringing made Allison quite nervous. The gala was not a success but they were able to get the money they needed.

"Hello?" The voice answered. Allison could hear some shuffling on the other end.

"Micheal, I love you." Allison began, "We're engaged and I know you need time to think but I'm choosing you."

"Really?" Micheal asked, he couldn't help but doubt her word.

"Yes." Allison nodded, looking back at the hospital. "So I'll be waiting for you to come back from your trip."

Micheal chuckled, "I'll see you when I get home, we'll start planning the wedding."

"Okay." Allison said, although she told him she chose him, she couldn't help but feel the guilt rise up—because in reality if Jackson were to confess to her, she'll choose the green-eyed doctor over and over again. To her it will always be Jackson Avery.

***

S10 EP6: MAP OF YOU

A couple weeks after the gala, Derek and Allison joined the research for brain mapping with Callie. The past few weeks, the three of them have been progressing. "Open your hand, okay, Mickey?"

Derek walked back to the computer, as Mickey tried to open his hand, "Like this?"

"Exactly." Allison smiled, "Like that."

"Yeah baby!" Mickey grinned, and the group of doctors clapped.

"Okay, now close it." Derek told him, "As he thinks about movements, we see brain activity here and here." Derek showed the images on the screen, "These areas lighting up. Now the brain-computer interface is the key to new possibilities, whether it be robotic prosthetics...for quadriplegics like Mickey..."

"Or letting me kick ass at 'Tetris' again." The room erupted in laughter, "Hey, check this out, you guys." Mickey held up a pinkie, "Hang loose!" The people began to clap once more, "Hey, where's Dr. Torres? How's she missing this? This is the best that we've ever done."

"Shane, text her again, will you?" Derek asked their intern in a lowered voice.

"Is something wrong?" Ross asked the two attending's, who's brows were furrowed.

"There's not a lot of temporal lobe activity." Allison quietly told him, as she pointed at the screen, "Nothing lights up here."

"Is it a bad connection in the sensor?"

Allison sighed, "I hope so."