Fandom: Gossip Girl/Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Blair Waldorf/Jackson Avery
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Summary: A future fic. You’ll come out of nowhere and into my life.
written for alexandrasloan. I can pair Blair Waldorf with basically anyone. I just love her so much!
She is exhausted, having flown from New York to Seattle and now is waiting for her flight to Tokyo in the airport bar, an untouched martini in front of her. It’s raining out – she can hear it pounding the roof above her – and she thinks that her flight will probably be delayed. She is on her way to visiting Serena, who is working as model over there, and though she misses her best friend, Blair isn’t in any sort of hurry that night. She wonders if she can push her flight back to tomorrow and just get a hotel room somewhere.
It’s late and the bar is nearly deserted except for her, the bartender and a man sitting two stools down from her, sipping from a beer bottle. He has tan skin and a shaved head and despite being tall, he’s also muscular - well, he appears to be in the tee-shirt he’s wearing. She hates herself for doing it but she can’t help but think that he’s the complete opposite of Chuck, appearance wise, and though she would never give him the sort of power by admitting it, she knows that she’s going to Japan to get away from Chuck for a while.
Feeling her looking at him, the man turns his head and their eyes lock. Blair almost gasps at how blue and pretty his eyes are. She definitely hadn’t been expecting that.
He takes a moment to stare at her, too. She feels her spine stiffen but she keeps her eyes locked with his. It’s only fair, after all, since she has already taken the time to stare at him. She traces the rim of her glass with her index finger but she still doesn’t drink from it. He turns slightly on his stool and she sees his long legs. He will probably tower over her even in the heels she’s wearing. Her cell phone vibrates on the bar next to her left hand and glancing at it, she sees that Serena is calling her.
“Hi, S,” she picks it up, still feeling the man looking at her. For some reason, she felts her stomach flip over. “No… I’m in Seattle. I don’t know…” she holds the phone away from her when Serena squawks loudly in her ear and she can hear music pounding in the background. She isn’t surprised that her best friend is drunk. If Serena isn’t modeling, she’s drinking and Blair tries to figure out what time it is in Tokyo right now. “Okay, okay,” Blair tries to get a word in. “I will call you before the plane takes off. I’ll talk to you soon,” she says quickly before quickly ending the call and she takes a deep breath.
She doesn’t know if she’ll be able to handle two weeks of babysitting an intoxicated Serena. She misses her best friend – of course she does but… she shouldn’t be blamed for wanting to go to Tokyo and actually enjoy it. She’s never been before and when the chance to get out of New York and away from a certain Bass-hole for a little bit presented itself, Blair jumped on it instantly.
She looks back at the man and she can’t believe how handsome he is even in the low lights of the bar. “Is this rain supposed to last all night?” She asks and she wonders if he can hear the slight hopefulness in her tone at the prospect of possibly being stranded there for a few more hours because she certainly can.
“Honestly, you can never tell,” he answers and she nods, picking up her glass, but when she gets a whiff of the alcohol, she sets it down again. “Do you mind if I ask where you’re flying to?”
“Tokyo,” she answers, looking at him again. “And you?”
A slight smirk pulls at his lips and he reaches into the black suit jacket he has on the stool between them. He reaches into the inside pocket and pulls out a ticket and boarding pass. He looks at it. “Um… apparently, New York.”
She almost smiles. “You don’t know?”
“My best friend just got married tonight,” he says and then takes a sip of beer before continuing. “And I was watching her dance with her husband and… I don’t know,” he shrugs. “I came here and bought a ticket for the first available flight I could find. Sometimes, you just need to get away.”
That is something Blair can definitely understand.
“Are you in love with her?” Blair asks curiously. “Your best friend?”
“God, no,” he laughs at that, shaking his head. “I mean, I love Lexie but not like that. Besides, even if I am, she only has eyes for her husband. She and Mark belong together.”
“Good thing they got married then,” she smiles and he smiles in response. She tries not to think of how she used to think that she and Chuck would get married because of how much they belonged together. She nearly shudders now at the thought.
“Do you speak Japanese? If you don’t mind me asking. I’m just curious if once you get there, you’ll be completely lost,” he says, turning more fully towards her on his stool.
Blair laughs at that and she finally takes a sip of her martini. She almost makes a face though and puts the glass back down. She doesn’t really like drinking anymore and she realizes that she ordered the martini out of habit.
She looks at him for a moment and then with a teasing smile, she tells him that he has beautiful eyes in flawless Japanese. He grins and then takes a swig from his beer.
“Where did you learn that?” He asks.
She shrugs. “Just something I picked up.”
“Yeah,” he laughs. “I hear that that’s a language you can just pick up.” He finishes his beer and signals to the bartender for another one. He looks at the barely touched drink in front of her. “Can I get you something else?” He asks as a fresh beer is placed in front of him, courtesy of the bartender.
Blair looks down at the martini and her stomach churns. She pushes it away. “Can I just have a Diet Coke?” She asks the bartender, who smiles and nods at her. “I don’t know your name,” she says, looking back at the man, instantly falling into those incredible blue eyes of his.
“Jackson Avery,” he leans over, his hand extended.
“Blair Waldorf,” she smiles, shaking it. His hand is warm and she wonders why her cheeks flush when he gives her hand a momentary squeeze before pulling back. “Do you know what you’re going to do when you get to New York?” She asks.
He shrugs. “I’ve been there a few times. I’ll probably just live off of pretzels and hot dogs and go to the art museum.”
“Which one?” When her new drink is handed to her, she smiles and takes a much more eager sip this time.
“I love visiting the Guggenheim but… I don’t know. There’s just something about the Met,” he answers. “Have you ever been there?”
She almost laughs. “Once or twice.” I work there she almost says but she stops herself before she does. She takes a sip of her Coke. “I know what you mean though. I spend hours in the Met just walking around or sitting on one of the benches. Once, when I was twelve, my mom and me got into this horrible fight and I stormed to the Met and I just sat there, staring at Monet’s Bridge Over a Pond of Water Lilies and all I wanted, more than anything, was to somehow transport myself into that painting. I can’t remember ever wanting something as much as that.”
Jackson stares at her and she blushes, tucking strands of hair behind her ears, before she sips at her drink. She has no idea why she just said all of that.
“I didn’t know you lived in New York,” he shakes his head slightly. “It’s too bad you’re going to Tokyo. We could have gone to the Met together.”
That makes her smile. “And I look like the kind of girl to go to art museums with strange men?” She teases and he grins.
“I actually don’t know what kind of girl you are but I’m not a strange man,” he smirks before taking a sip of beer.
“Serial killers rarely admit that they’re serial killers to their intended victims,” she says.
He laughs. “So I’m a serial killer now?”
She shrugs. “I’m from New York. I can never be too careful.”
Jackson laughs again but then he quiets down and stares at her and she returns his gaze. For the first time in a long time, she finds herself able to sit with a man without wondering what sort of game was being played. With Chuck, she always had her guard up. For her entire life, they had been entangled together in an exhausting dance that both tried to lead the other through. But here, with Jackson, his eyes are kind and his smile is warm and when he laughs, it isn’t at her. He isn’t laughing at some private joke he is making about her silently to himself.
“I suppose it would be weird to ask if you’re coming back this way when you’re done in Tokyo?” Jackson asks, rolling his almost empty beer bottle between his hands.
She smiles faintly.
“NOW BOARDING AT GATE 17, FLIGHT 233 TO TOKYO. ALL THOSE TRAVELING IN FIRST CLASS MAY NOW BOARD.”
Blair hears the announcement and she hadn’t even realized that the rain that had been pounding has now slowed to a drizzle outside. She feels her stomach sink. The storm, unfortunately, hadn’t lasted that long.
She reluctantly slides down from her stool, taking one more sip of her drink before slinging her purse onto her shoulder. Jackson stands up as well, still staring at her, and she is right. He is much taller than her.
She takes her cell phone and after quickly bringing up her contacts, she types his name in and then hands it to him so he can add his number. He smiles as he does and when he hands her the phone again, along with his so he can have her number, she smiles as well.
“Will you be back from New York in two weeks?” Blair asks, quickly typing in her contact information. She can’t believe she’s giving a man she just met her phone number. She’s definitely never done something like this before.
“I’m a doctor. I can only stay away for a couple of days,” he replies.
“Oh, a doctor. Trying to impress me?” She teases.
“I’m trying,” he grins but it is said with complete sincerity.
She takes her boarding pass out and sticks her hand out. He smiles, shaking it. “Hopefully, you’ll have time to see me in two weeks then despite your busy schedule.”
“I’ll definitely make time,” he nods. “Seattle has an art museum, too. It’s not the Met…”
“Not many things are,” she says and she realizes that she is still smiling.
The announcement comes over the loudspeaker again and she exhales a deep breath.
“Well, have a good flight,” she takes a step back, still staring into his eyes.
“You, too,” he puts his hands in the black dress pants he is wearing. “You have beautiful eyes, too, by the way.”
He grins when she stares at him, her mouth dropping open with surprise.
She then laughs slightly. “You’re definitely impressing me, Jackson Avery.”
When she is at her gate, standing in line, waiting for the flight attendant to check boarding passes as passengers load the plane, Blair hears her phone ding and when she looks at the screen, she smiles and her cheeks blush. It’s a message from Jackson already and he has sent an attachment. When she opens it, it is a picture of Monet’s painting, Bridge Over a Pond of Water Lilies.
See you in two weeks. Sayonara! – Jackson
Blair laughs slightly and she feels her stomach lighten and almost float within her. She already knows that she will definitely see him again.