lexiesloan (lexiesloan) wrote,
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I Just Haven’t Met You Yet (Jackson/Blair)

Title: I Just Haven’t Met You Yet (2/?)
Author: lexiesloan
Rating: M
Fandom: Gossip Girl/Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Blair Waldorf/Jackson Avery
Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Summary: A future fic. You’ll come out of nowhere and into my life.

Here is the second chapter to a story that was originally a one-shot. I changed the rating and the tense of writing but I hope everyone likes that I'm expanding this story. I'm not sure why but I'm really loving the idea of Jackson and Blair together. I'm still getting used to writing these two together so if this sucks, please forgive me!

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The flight was long and even with all of the leg room available with her first class ticket, she still felt stiff and sore when the plane lurched as it touched down on the runway. Turning her head and looking out the window, Blair saw that it was dark and raining. She wasn’t surprised. On the ridiculously long flight, she had spent most of it on her small laptop, working on a project for the museum and receiving constant updates of the weather. She couldn’t believe how much it rained. She supposed it was just that time of the year though.

 

She collected her purse and her laptop bag and was one of the first off the plane. It was late – or early in the morning depending on how one looked at it – and her high heels tapped on the floor, echoing, as she made her way from her plane’s gate, following the signs that directed her towards the baggage claim. She walked with purpose and confidence that for years, she had been pretending at having but now, truly did. She walked with her back straight, her chin slightly jutted out and she strode swiftly across the near empty airport.

 

Her phone vibrated with a new text message and when she looked at it, she smiled. She and the man with incredible blue eyes, Jackson Avery, had been keeping in contact with one another for the past two weeks. Random little messages, sayings in Japanese, pictures of famous artwork or just little updates of their time spent on opposite sides of the globe – things like I just had the best sashimi from her and I just bought a homeless guy a hotdog and he bitched because I didn’t put enough mustard on it from him.

 

He made her laugh. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had actually made her genuinely laugh. Chuck certainly hadn’t for the longest time and near the end of their countless relationship – they had been stuck in a cycle of making up and breaking up for years now – she seemed to be crying on a daily basis over something or other that he had done or said. But the little messages from Jackson… a man she didn’t even know, a man she had spent ten minutes speaking with in an airport bar between flights, he could get her to laugh so easily. It was amazing to her.

 

The newest message from Jackson was no exception and her lips formed a wide smile as she read it. If you didn’t get me a souvenir, you can get your ass right back on that plane.

 

This wasn’t normal, was it? Blair had no idea. She may have been twenty-one but her experience with men could basically been broken down into two categories. The Nate stage of her life, when she was a young teenage girl who watched Audrey Hepburn movies and believed that her life could easily turn out exactly like that, and then…

 

And then there was Chuck. And she didn’t even know what to think about that. Just hearing his name though or thinking about him caused her heart to clench ever so slightly in her chest. They had broken up for the last time three months earlier. Blair had graduated from NYU and had taken a job with the Met while Chuck had flown off to Paris in hopes of opening another hotel there. They were as they always had been. The games had been endless and Blair had been exhausted. She hadn’t been able to take it anymore. It had been fine when she was seventeen or eighteen or even when she turned twenty and there was no end in sight.

 

She admitted that she had looked at wedding dresses. She had imagined that maybe, someday, Chuck would ask her and their wedding would be the social event of the season for all of the most important people to attend. She had thought that he would ask her and they would finally both get their happily ever after.

 

Of course, that never happened and there was a large part of her that hated herself for putting all of her eggs in the Chuck Bass basket. After everything they had been through, after everything he had put her through, she hated herself for expecting certain things. She was Blair Waldorf. She normally wasn’t so naïve.

 

She wasn’t sure what to conclude when it came to Jackson Avery. He made her laugh and she knew enough to know that a man who could make a woman laugh was a good quality to have. Some women thought that a sense of humor was the most important thing. Blair actually didn’t know what she liked though. Her relationship with Chuck had been so nonconventional. She had grown up far too fast when she had been with him. Sometimes, she forgot that she was only twenty-one. She liked laughing and she liked that Jackson could get that out of her. Blair knew she wasn’t exactly an easy one to please. And when he made her laugh, it made her smile and feel good and she found herself imagining his eyes and his own smile.

 

From her flight, she was the first one to arrive at the seemingly empty baggage claim but she stopped short suddenly when she saw him standing there by one of the carousels. She stared at him and he stared at her and she couldn’t believe how good a person could look while wearing light blue scrubs. He must have come straight from the hospital.

 

“Are you stalking me?” She asked with a raised eyebrow, her voice cool and composed though she had the strongest urge to hug him.

 

Jackson grinned. “Does it really count as stalking if you email me your flight number and arrival time?” He asked in response.

 

Blair maintained for another moment before she broke into a smile and she was the first one to approach him but he was the first one to wrap his arms around her, surprising her even though she had been imagining a hug from him. He was tall and her eyes peered over his shoulder. Her own arms circled around his narrow waist and she closed her eyes as her nose couldn’t help but inhale his scent. He smelled like soap – fresh and clean – and he was warm.

 

“Konnichiwa,” he murmured and she smiled.

 

“Konnichiwa,” she whispered back and she could hear him smile in return. “And yes, I did bring you a souvenir,” she laughed slightly, pulling back and tilting her head up to look at him and he was grinning, his arms still around her shoulders. It felt incredibly intimate – wrapped up in his embrace, his eyes locked with hers. She reminded herself that she didn’t even know him. “Several actually,” she then said.

 

“Several?” His eyebrows raised at that. “One is a sex doll, right? I heard that Japan has the most life-like sex dolls out on the market.”

 

“Well, of course I got you one of those,” she rolled her eyes. She took another step back from him and his arms fell down to his sides. She glanced back at the carousel when the belt switched on and began to rotate. The luggage would be dropping down soon. She then opened her purse and pulled out a small bag, handing it to him.

 

“You didn’t have to do this,” he shook his head. “I was just kidding around.”

 

She shrugged. “I was in Tokyo and you were the last person I spoke to before I arrived besides the flight attendant. You were fresh on my mind. And we’ve been talking for the past two weeks. Believe it or not, you’re one of my longest friendships now.” That made him smile and he opened the bag, peering inside. “I got you some Tenshin Amaguri, the sweet chestnuts, and the Okaki rice crackers and some traditional chopsticks.”

 

“This is amazing.” He then engulfed her in another hug. “I actually got you something from New York. I mean, I know you live there but I doubt you act like a tourist when you live there.” Blair couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose at the thought of New York tourists. He grinned. She loved his grin. It was genuine. Not like a certain taunting smirk that another man in her life had. “It’s in the car though. I’ll give it to you in a few minutes. Are you staying with me? I have to go back and finish my shift but I live right near the hospital so I have no problem taking you home first.”

 

He had asked her this question three days earlier when she had informed him that she had decided to stay in Seattle for a few days when she flew back. She hadn’t known how to answer him then and she still felt unsure despite the hotel room she had arranged. She knew that getting a hotel room was the smartest, and safest, thing to do because even though she had been talking to him for two weeks, she still didn’t know him and despite how she was acting around him, she still wasn’t the kind of girl who just went home and stayed with random men she had just met.

 

“I actually booked a room at a hotel. The Archfield I think it was?”

 

Jackson nodded. “Sounds right. That’s the nicest hotel in town.” He stuffed his hands in the pockets of the black jacket he was wearing. “I’m sorry if asking you to stay with me made you uncomfortable or presumptuous. I never meant-”

 

“I know,” Blair nodded, assuring him. She smiled faintly. “It actually was incredibly nice of you to offer. Considering I’m just some stranger who you don’t even know.”

 

“I know enough,” he shrugged but even when she looked at him quizzically, he didn’t expand. Instead, the baggage began being unloaded and he went to the carousel to stake a spot now that more people from her flight were arriving.

 

She came to stand next to him. “Do you do this a lot? Meet girls in airport bars and ask them to come stay with you?”

 

He turned his head, frowning at her. “No.” His answer was short yet forceful. “Do you?”

 

“No,” she shook her head. She wanted to say more but her phone vibrated and she pulled it from where she had dropped it in her purse. It was a text message from Chuck. Her spine immediately stiffened and her face hardened.

 

Jackson noticed the change in her demeanor. “Everything okay?”

 

“Fine,” she answered stiffly, dropping the phone into the purse and ignoring the message without reading it. She spotted her black suitcase and took a step forward to retrieve it but Jackson saw which one she was going for and he beat her to it. He lifted it up and set it down on the ground, pulling the handle up and spinning it around on its wheels. “You ready to go?”

 

Blair looked up at him. “Thank you for picking me up. You’re working. You didn’t have to do this,” she said.

 

He smirked. “Was I supposed to let you take a cab?”

 

She shrugged, her heart, for some reason, now lodged in her throat. There was something about his eyes. They were so blue and almost hypnotic in a way. She couldn’t look away. When he looked at her, she felt her stomach knot and the slightest tremble shake her spine. She wasn’t used to feeling this way around a man – especially one she didn’t even know – who weren’t named Chuck Bass. She didn’t know what to make of any of this.

 

Jackson had parked in the parking garage just outside the baggage claim doors and they walked side by side silently, her heels echoing off the concrete ground. She couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow when they stopped at a black Cadillac Escalade SUV. Through their exchange of messages for the past two weeks, she knew that he was a resident in the surgeon’s program at Seattle Grace hospital and she also knew that interns and residents didn’t make that much money. There were obviously some things about Jackson Avery that he hadn’t told her yet.

 

He set her suitcase in the backseat and then picked a shopping bag up from the floor. He turned and held it out for her to take. The bag had the iconic “I ♥ NY” logo on the front and she smiled despite herself. It was heavier than she had expected and he held it for her when she reached in and pulled out the box inside. She laughed instantly as she looked at the present he had gotten for her and he grinned, obviously quite pleased with himself.

 

“It’s perfect,” she declared as she looked at the snow globe of King Kong atop the Empire State Building. She had told him of her love for the movie, An Affair to Remember, and this was his way of remembering it. “Jackson… thank you. This is the first New York souvenir I’ve seen that I actually like. Thank you.”

 

She stepped forward to hug him but Jackson boldly dipped his head down and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her. Blair let out some sort of squeak of surprise and her eyes widened but he lifted a hand to the back of her head, keeping their lips fused together, and after a moment, she felt her eyes flutter close and her body relax into the kiss.

 


 

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