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The sound of a pager went off, and Blair was rudely awoken from her slumber. Not that she was sleepy well anyways, from her spot on the floor of Jackson's bedroom in Meredith's Sorority House. She grumbled a bit, her eyes squeezing tighter as she remained in the place between R.E.M sleep dreams and reality.
"Blair," he whispered quiet loudly, and she opened her eyes just a bit, not that she could see him much without her glasses or contacts on.
"Please stop feeding our kids sandwiches with raw eggs on top," she grumbled, her eyes still closed as she pulled her pillow closer to herself. "Cathy says she doesn't like it, and it's just really weird Jacks."
Jackson looked down at her, trying to double check that she was still asleep. If she hadn't talked in her sleep before, he would be weirded out, but he was more amused.
"Who's Cathy?" he asked anyways, wanting to see if she would elaborate.
"Just please, don't," she said, and she turned to the other side, facing the wall now.
"Wait," Jackson said, his eyebrows furrowing as he processed what she had just said. "Is this our kids, or like my kid and your kid are just hanging out, and I'm feeding them both raw eggs."
"No," she said with a small whine. "No more raw eggs."
Well, he knew he definitely wasn't going to be getting any real answers to his question. His pager went off again. "Blair," he said a little louder. "I'm gonna head to the hospital now."
"Thank, God," she replied.
"Yeah, okay," he shrugged off her response, leaving the room slowly to make sure he made no noises with the door, heading straight to the bathroom.
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There were shades of brown, so dull and boring, as Jackson would say, everywhere. It was on the wooden walls, the fireplace, the vintage picture frames with very serious photos of dogs, it was the color of the mugs Declan was carrying as he walked into his living room, there was brown on the patterns of his sweater.
Jackson would have a fit with that much brown, like he did about her office. Before he moved out of his apartment, he gave her several knick knacks to place in there, "liven the place up."
"Is that an ugly Christmas sweater in the middle of June?" Blair asked, quirking an eyebrow up at with judgement and a twinge of disgust. Her eyes shifted to the mugs, seeing marshmallows and whipped cream on top. "And hot cocoa?"
"It's cold out, no?" he asked, pointing out his window at the gloomy city outside.
She rolled her eyes, grabbing her mug from him as he sat next to her on the couch. She brought her knees up on the couch, resting her back against the arm of the chair as she faced him. He sat on the opposite side of the couch, mirroring her on the other side.
With all of the people in the Sorority House at work, and Blair having already cleaned it head to toe a few days ago, Jackson urged her to get out and get some writing in. When she woke up, she was half confused as snippets of whatever dream she had remained with her before slipping away completely. She also vaguely remembered a conversation with Jackson, but she brushed it off that it was also a dream. He wasn't home when she woke up, actually, no one was home when she woke up, so she thought she would just head back to her own apartment for a change.
Her initial plans of wanting to get a summer job at a cafe or bookstore changed with how the semester ended and where her life had taken her. Instead of getting some writing in and after realizing she hadn't properly gotten to talk to Declan at all after the incident and a few text messages back and forth about her classes he took over, she asked him if he was free to grab lunch.
So, instead of going out to get it, she brought Thai takeout to his place—a nice, loft style apartment with beautiful architecture that just screamed dark academia. Perfect for an English professor like Declan.
"I want to thank you again," Blair sighed, running a hand through her hair, "for everything."
"It was just four class sessions," he shook his head, brushing it off like it was no big deal—and it really wasn't, not to him.
"And helping me the day of the shooting," she added, looking down at her mug.
He eyed her, the way she sucked in her cheeks like she was trying to bite back anything, and he had to access quickly where to go from there. "Your people were hurt," he said softly, "you were hurt, and I did not mind at all. One of your students, actually, Haley, asked me to give you this."
He reached over onto his coffee table, grabbing an envelope to hand to Blair. Haley, the student who loved her writing. Blair smiled at the envelope, laying it in her lap to open later as she brought her mug go her mouth.
"How are they?" he asked, earning wide eyes from her, the only thing visible to him with her mug to her lips. "Your people."
Her people. She guessed the surgeons at Seattle Grace Mercy West really were her people.
"Um..." she sighed, racking her brain as she thought of where to begin. Honestly, she said, "They're all barely surviving, I think." She nodded as she spoke, bringing her mug back down and resting it on top of her knee. "But most of them are going back for real today, I think. They've been going in for evaluations and things like that, but I think it's just down to two of them to get cleared for surgery. Oh, and two of them is getting married tonight."
"Really?" he asked, his eyebrows raising in surprise with how casually she added that last bit, the one happy news, in the midst of her chaos. "People you've known a while or your new surgeon friends?"
With a bittersweet smile and a tinge of nostalgia. Of the only people she would have been able to say she knew for a while, two of them were gone.
"I am so sorry, Jackson did not tell me he was bringing girl a home—a home girl—" the boy who had just opened Jackson's bedroom door without knocking stammered out words, pausing with a huge disappointed sigh and a mortified look on her face, "home a girl. Jackson did not tell me he was bringing home a girl."
Blair was just sitting on his bed with her laptop in her lap, blinking at the unknown face before offering him a shy smile. "It's okay, I didn't tell Jackson he was bringing me home either until I landed at the airport."
Something seemed to have dawned on the man, because he mouthed an inaudible, "Oh," and took a breathe of relief. He pointed at her and chuckled, shaking his head, "I thought you were family, you're the girl."
"I'm the girl?" Blair asked, raising her eyebrows in confusion. She wished she could be the type of person who could raise just one, but she always had to raise both.
"In the photos," he was still being vague, and he recognized the mild confusion on her face. "In his locker. He keeps photos of you. In his locker."
"Photos of me?" she continued to ask her questions as if everything she was hearing was weird or creepy, mainly because she liked the flustered look on his face.
"Not of you—"
"So, I'm not in the photos?" she smiled while she saw his ears turn red. "I'm just messing with you. Yes, I am the girl." She put her laptop up on his bed and walked over to him to shake his hand. "Blair Macaspac."
"Wow, you are short," he blurted, looking down a the. "I think you might be shorted than Reed."
"Who's Reed?" she asked, and his cheeks turned the same color as his ears.
She put on her best fake smile and said, "New." She took in another set of deep inhales before exhaling, wanting to quickly change the subject. "So, thanks for hanging out with me since they all finally went back to work. I'm sure there's other things you'd want to do than babysit me."
"I'm not babysitting you," Declan shook his head, a soft smile on his face. "I was glad that you called. I've been meaning to reach out, but I wanted to give you your space. I'm glad to see that you ankle is okay."
Her small smile reached her eyes, finally, he noticed. And Declan wondered what was going on through her mind, so he added, "plus, I know what it's like being new to the city and needing a person other than the one you came here for, I didn't have anyone other than my girlfriend when I moved. I didn't have a person when I was in your shoes, and I can be that person for you."
"You'll be that person?" she asked with a chuckle, the first wide smile she had the entire time she had been at Declan's apartment.
"I'll be your person."
Her smile faded into curiosity for a second, and he saw the way she bit down on her lips to refrain from smiling, quickly bringing her mug back to her lips, averting her stare from his emerald eyes onto the emerald—and foggy—city beyond his window's view.
She looked back at him, her cheeks flooding a rose tint.
"I'd like that," she said honestly. She thought about what Cristina had said to her about bringing a plus one if she didn't want to be stuck with Avery all night when she invited Blair to her wedding, and without a second thought, asked, "What are your plans for tonight?"
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a/n: this chapter was basically filler bc i wanted to get something out since it's been a week, but i've been busy with work (and graduating college) this week.
thanks for 3k loves!! i hope you guys comment more, i'd love to know what type of things you like about the story and more about what you guys would like to see!
Blair's raw egg sandwich dream is one I actually had a few weeks back, and April and I both gave Jackson a hard time about it bc boy wtf????